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Showdown #3

Des Moines, Iowa

The Throne Room

(We return to the normal hall of darkness, leading to a room that is dimly lit by a red light coming from what looks like to be the windows. The walls were a deep red, almost a crimson, with the black trim, surrounding the entire room. In the center of the room sits a wooden throne, at the foot of the throne sits dozens of limbs: legs and arms…lining the bottom. Along the top sat spike, their sharp splintered edges embedded through heads. You can see the look of fear on them as the spike goes through the top of their skulls. Five heads line the top of the throne the very first was a woman, her hair pulled back tight into a bun. The second through forth were men, all of which had their heads shaved into a hard part and were wearing a pair of aviator sunglasses, on the lenses reads the words “PIZZA BOY”. And the final was the Pizza Boy we had seen, his long hair pulled back into a bun like the woman on the other sides, the difference is that a smile was carved into his face. Footsteps are heard as Rattik emerges from the shadows to the left, his hair dripping onto his black leather trench coat. His black boots scraping across the floor as he approaches the throne. He slowly climbs the black marble steps that lead their way up the to the throne, he sits down, his hair covering his eyes, his chin down the red luminescent light dimly glowing behind him.)

Safety… it is very interesting that you bring that up, especially due to the things that you will be encountering very soon. You see you are right in that aspect, safety in itself is a creation of a man that is full of fear, he convinces himself that he is…safe. But that is where Rattik steps in, he is the monster that lies within the shadows, he is the embodiment of fear itself. Because it is when men feel the most secure, it is when men think to themselves they have nothing to fear, then…and only then will Rattik willfully and without mercy tear that very hope from their chests. You see Rattik sits here...listening to you babble about dragons, you babbling about your past, while your past is very important…a man NEVER changes…and you Pizza Boy are nothing more than a coward. A man that hides behind a championship, a championship that you hold as if it was your other half, but while you live loving an inanimate object, Rattik has fell in love with something different all together…an idea. The very idea that anarchy will save each and every man, woman, and child that calls EAW their life. Lead them to a new era in EAW, an era without the confines that restrict a true battle of will, a man versus a man…a woman versus a woman, whoever is left stand is the true winner. A world without questions, a world without controversy, win or loss… decisive…complete.

(Rattik stirs in his seat. His hair shifts slightly along his brow. He reaches into the front pocket of his trench coat, and pulls out a blue chip. He flips it between his knuckles, up and down…up and down. A smile comes onto his face as he slides it in between the lips of the man’s head that sits square onto the middle spike. He pushes its jaw shut so it clinches onto the blue poker chip.)

You see Rattik has always wondered if it really mattered to be blue chip, to be looked upon as a man that is the best. To have expectations that will always be exceeded only by his ego, but you… you even say it yourself that you are not even close to a blue chipper. And Rattik himself is not, despite his size he has always been looked down upon, even you look at him as if his intelligence was nothing more than that of a child, as if his brain is no larger than a peanut. But this is where your wrong, Rattik is a man of strategy, he looks upon you and sees a man with the dedication to do great things, the drive to surpass his mentor, but the confidence is where you lack. You see you can say you are a survivor, that you have bleed, sweat, and cried, that you have sacrificed to get to the place you are, but the place you are is the same… you see yourself as the underdog, and wrongfully so. Rattik sees you as nothing more than a walking hypocrite. A fraud, a charlatan, a boy with a big mouth, and a little …

(Rattik uses an air horn and blows it through the air, echoing through the room. He smiles and lets out a high pitched shriek that bounces off of the walls. A slight breeze makes its way through the halls.)

So as you stand there, with that National Elite Championship hoisted over your shoulder claiming you are the face. The undeserving overrated face, but a man you have people that support you. But as you call Rattik a loner, you can’t be even more wrong. Rattik is supported by those forgotten by society…supported by the very beasts that hide in the shadows. Pizza Boy on Showdown you WILL encounter true darkness. You WILL encounter true dominance; this isn’t a threat…this isn’t a warning…this is a GUARANTEE!! Rattik will end Pizza Boy as we now him.

You ask me if Rattik wants that strap that you wear around your waist, in truth you assumed that he doesn’t even want it, and you are not right but you also are not wrong. When Rattik finally hoist that championship belt over his head, he will melt it down in to a puddle of nothingness, like he will do to you, and then mold it into the crown for the king. Rattik sees you for the fraud you are, he sees you for the man you will never become…and he sees you with the breaks, tears, and the scars that you will receive from the beating you will suffer. Welcome a World of Opportunity…Rattik’s World…Where You WILL FALL!

SHOWDOWN PROMO #3

Zack Crash: You know for a guy who claimed he wasn't going to say the same old thing, when I listened to your most recent promo all I really heard from you Matty was...the same old thing. Seriously it's like you're a parrot who has learned only four sentences...

[Zack adopts the posture of a bird and imitates a high pitched parrot voice.]

"SQUAWK! You're a joke OMERTA a failure! SQUAWK!"

"SQUAWK! You lost chairmanship you lose a lot! SQUAWK!"

"SQUAWK! You can't do anything by yourself! SQUAWK!"

"SQUAWK! I'm saying all these things to compensate for the fact that I have half a face and an abnormally small penis! SQUAWK!"

[After a quick chuckle at his own cleverness, Zack returns to his upright, calm demeanor.]

It was cute and adorable at first, but now it's just annoying. I might actually consider it threatening if it weren't so laughably easy to discredit you. Firstly you want to call into question MY recruitment strategy?! Tell me did you even listen to the promo Lioncross "honored" us with?! AT least the guy I'm going into this match with put some effort into his words. At least my guy didn't insult and embarrass not only himself and his partner, but ALL of EAW with whatever you call that, because you certainly can't call it a promo. If that's how YOU recruit people, then I gotta say that I'm actually concerned for you. And what about Cyclone? You keep bringing up how I'm a "loser", a "failure" and every synonym for the word, but didn't he just recently lose his precious Tag Team Titles to TMDK? Does that not make HIM a "loser" and a "failure"? Seems to me a little like the pot and the kettle scenario to me. And all this is what you call different? I'm starting to think you're in the wrong line of work Matty. I'm starting to think you'd be a better politician. Oh yeah, because you just say the same thing over and over, go into little or vague details about why your opinion is right, and when confronted with facts you simply ignore them. Really man, I think you need to do a career change and fast.

But until that day we see you standing next to good old Donny Trump, we here in EAW are going to be forced to listen to your agonizing, repetitive promos. It must be nice living in whatever world you currently find yourself in where apparently it's an insult to say I lost the Chairmanship position. Yes indeed I lost my position as Chairman, which is a sensation I guess you'll never know huh? You've never known what it's like to climb those heights, to reach the top, and then lose it. All you know is how to lose a midcard championship nobody even remembers or cares about, and a GM position where you didn't have any real authority, power, or leave any kind of impact. I must admit I envy you for that a little...by the way that's sarcasm. You lecturing me about my failures is like the kid who came in 11th place making fun of the kid who came in 2nd. How can you not see the idiocy in this?! I've climbed heights and achieved things you couldn't even do in your dreams. So with this in mind, how do you expect anyone to take you seriously? If all this makes me a joke and a loser, what does it make you huh? What's less than a joke and a loser? A nobody! Someone whose career is so lack luster they ain't even worth being made into a joke. Everything about you from your in-ring skills, your mic skills, to your accolades are inferior in me. You claim to the contrary, but you got no proof to support your claim whereas I do. Oh sure, you got the best of me a few times, and I'm sure those will be the highlight of your life. But the overall statistics are where it counts, and overall comparing our two entire careers, it's easy to see who the real joke and failure is.

Lets change focus for a bit and instead of our careers, lets talk about this new gimmick you got going. This whole Crazy Matty thing. Oh it's interesting to watch you st-st-st-st-st-stutter your way through a promo. It almost reminds me of watching a retarded kid run in the Special Olympics. It's endearing, but also a little sad too. And let's be honest, the Special Olympics is just a token organization; a sympathy event while people wait for the REAL athletes in the REAL Olympics. That's the difference between us. You're the retarded boy who trained all of a week, and I'm the superior, genetically enhanced, super-athlete from Russia whose trained his whole life for this. Comparison?! There is not comparison between us. But mental disability aside, what interests, me most about your new attitude is how you say "no" after every one of your freak outs. And if I might be permitted to play psychiatrist for a moment, I believe this is your subconscious trying to tell you something. You start to scream and yell every curse you can think of at me, but then you stop, telling yourself no. Why is that I wonder? Oh you can claim it's to calm yourself down, but really I think this is the amygdala portion of your brain talking. Oh is that too smart for you? Allow me to explain. This is the part of your brain that deals basic survival, often in the form of cues like sweaty palms...or verbal spasms. See you act all tough and brave and angry, but deep inside your brain you're actually afraid of what I'll do to you next. You may not realize, but your subconscious does, and it's trying to stop you from poking the bear any further than you already have. It's telling you to quit while your ahead, or in this case...quit while you still have at least half a face.

Matty, let me be really real with you for a second. You just don't get it. We're in two completely different leagues. You should be honored that I attacked you the night I gave you your job back because you're getting more attention now than you ever had before, certainly more than you deserve. Your the kid whose been playing little league suddenly getting called up to the major leagues. And everything people see or hear between you and me is a colossal waste of time because everyone knows whose better at talking, whose better at wrestling, and as far as Territorial Invasion goes, who the better leader of others is. Because this upcoming match isn't just about who the better man is; it's about being the better leader. It's about who the better strategist is. And right now you're in no position to do either of those things. A fact made painfully obvious by your choice of partner this week (who took a shit on all of us) and will be made even more obvious once me and Terry beat you this Showdown.

In Omerta We Trust!

Empress of Elite Promo #3

(Empress of Elite Special 2)

“A Beautiful, Bloody Victory”

(Somewhere Erica sits alone on a river bank holding an old-school oil lantern in one hand. On her lap is a rather large Bowie Knife. At her side is a half-drunken bottle of Kaoliang wine and a plaque that she had been awarded for winning a “Vixen of the Week” award. She is not in the black and white face paint that has become her style, but is dressed in a black T-shirt and black jeans.)

Well….it seems like my mouth has gotten me into a little bit of trouble again. A lot of vixens and apparently Y2Impact himself, who can’t even tell me apart from Carlos Rosso for some reason, are mad because I talked a little smack and poked fun at the fact that I defeated the “legendary” Heart Break Gal a few days ago. No one expected that and I’ll admit yet again that I was just kinda hoping for a draw. But, that’s past now. This block is still wide open for the taking and I have a chance to clear another hurdle soon.

Consuela Rose Ava….less chesty than her sister but still as annoying. Congratulations, Consuela, you read the Erica Ford biography as told in spoken word edition by your sis. She left out a thing or two, such as my old partner Aurora having being forced to retire instead of just abandoning me, but for what it’s worth, it’s good. But there are a few things in the story that were left out and I think you would have a better grasp of who I am……I’m kinda articulate when I’m drunk, huh?

Anyway, moving on, stuff about me that you should know.

NUMBER ONE: I have lived my entire life trying to please other people. Whether it was getting good grades and staying out of trouble to make my parents happy or being the best tag team partner I could be for Azumi and Aurora to being as accessible as I possibly could for fans even putting up with their shit at the airport while I’m trying to grab something to eat and sleep, I have been about everyone else my entire life. And honestly, I’ve no one to blame for that but myself. There has been too long from me a sort of smiling even when everything has gone wrong thing from me. I was the last person to realize that Azumi was getting tired of being my partner. I was the last person to realize that the Vixens were starting to pass me by, not just in accomplishments, but in skill level. I think at that point I realized that it was no good to simply lie to people, lie to MYSELF most of all. I had to get to the point where I was okay telling people what I thought. I had to learn when to say no to certain things and be a little more abrasive which leads me to…….

NUMBER TWO: That whole annoying people thing Is kinda fun to me! Now, I’m not a gossiper, never have been and never will be. Hell when me and Azumi ever had girl talk it was about submission holds and where the hell she got her hair dye jobs done. But there is one thing I do admit to is loving to stir some shit up. It was kinda fun pissing of HBG’s other half and it was even more fun seeing the almighty hall of famer that everyone respects and even FEARS suddenly go silent after being defeated by me. And you wanna know a secret to how I beat her, Consuela? I got in her head, mami. She was totally out of sorts having to deal with me. She prepared for the same Erica Ford that everyone else did getting ready for this tournament and found herself losing because of it. I shouldn’t maybe tell ALL my secrets, but there is a…. method to the madness. I like getting inside people’s heads and finding out what makes them happy, what makes them who they are, what pisses them off. And once I’ve found it, I’ll exploit it. I, to use the blunt vernacular, get off on that kinda shit.

NUMBER THREE: What you and the other people in this tournament think of me on a personal level is fine by me. I don’t really feel one way or another about having to deal with people insulting me or rooting for this person or rooting for that person. Hell, your sister only has one or two people besides you that she can talk to in the locker room and look at her successful career. Another legend. I’ve spent too much time wondering about what people like you, Veena Adams, Cameron, Heart Break Gal, Haruna, Tarah, Madison and Azumi thought of me as a person. I tried hard to be someone that could be embraced by everyone. Point is, not everyone is going to like me. So……I guess I better be what I was meant to be without being a slave to YOUR thoughts, right?

NUMBER FOUR: I kinda wanna win this tournament to. It’s not the thought of getting a title shot that really has any allure. The money is nice too. The recognition is something that is new to me. Like, I got some sort of award after my match with Heart Break Gal. I maybe didn’t deserve it, but I was called “Vixen of the Week”. Weird stuff. You try to be someone that everyone loves and you’re ignored but once you start marching to your own drumbeat you start making waves…. okay maybe waves aren’t the best metaphor since I’m sitting on the bank of a river, so let’s just go with ripples? Beautiful, wonderful ripples in the conscious of the wrestling world. That’s what I want to make. I want to turn EAW on its fucking head. I want people to look absolutely shocked to see someone other than Tarah Nova being specialists champion or HBG being Vixens champion. I want to shake things up. Not necessarily just for me, but for the fans too. I’m sure they’re tired of the same old shit like your sister or all her rivals in the past. They want, no CRAVE something new and different. And I’m gonna give it to em.

NUMBER FIVE: Erica don’t make the same mistakes twice. You got me last time, mamacita. You caught me at a time where I was still struggling with self-identity. You caught me at a time where the match had no significance to the grand scheme of things. This time it’s different, with people like HBG losing matches and Madison doing incredibly Madison things by fucking up and getting herself docked a point, everything that happens when we square off is under a microscope. If you win, hey, congratulations, you have a chance to move on and I’ll live to fight another day. No real harm done unless we end up tied. But if I WIN…. all hell breaks loose, right? That’s what I was hearing from you when you said that you fear for the legacy of a tournament that’s not even two fucking years old yet.

(Erica picks up a knife, aimlessly jabbing forward with it while holding her lantern.)

You ever heard of Final Fantasy, Consuela? I love video games so I’ve played a few. Not typically into the new stuff but I played a few on PlayStation 1 and 2. There is a monster that is a mainstay in the Final Fantasy games called a Tonberry. Cute little turtle lookin’ thing that holds a knife and barely stands over three feet tall. Holds a lantern too. The mechanics of the Tonberry is to take small steps towards the party before attacking with its Chef’s Knife, either landing an instant kill or severely damaging one of the player’s characters. In short, it takes a long time to get to where it needs to go but it’s durable and will fuck you up if it gets close enough.

I’m kinda like a Tonberry. Poor little thing stumbles about when trying to attack people and I trip up. I am extremely dangerous, just like one of those Tonberrys, if you’re not properly prepared. Oh, I left out one thing, it can cast a spell, based on Karma, where the player is punished for monsters killed throughout the game. What I want to do to the game we call professional wrestling is to pay back all the karma I owe people like you who doubt me, insult me, and continue to pretend I’m someone trick pony living a gimmick.

Consuela, you’re a decent wrestler. But when you face me, you’re facing someone who will stab you in the gut and think nothing of it…except that your karma brought you to Providence at my hand.

There’s nothing waiting for you when we meet in the ring, girlfriend, except…….

A DEAD….

FUCKING….

END.

Sleep tight. Mama’s coming.

(With a wink, Erica blows out the lantern, leaving her visage shrouded in complete darkness. One close look shows moonlight gleaming off her knife, making it visible for just a few seconds before the feed cuts off.)

EOE Special

Promo #3

(OOC Note: Great Battle Xavier. Good Luck for Thursday)

{Scene opens with nothing with black}

Azumi (V.O.): I am what I think I am. The Leader of the Selfish Generation, The Unsung Hero of the Vixens Division, EAW’s Only Joshi, Arrogance Personified, but most importantly I’m the only true wrestler this division.

{Lights turn on with Azumi sitting on a chair in the middle of an empty locker room with only a single spotlight shining upon her.

Azumi: Isn’t the image that you see in front of you pretty much what I believe. The spotlight should be on me and me alone. NOT Aria, NOT HBG, NOT Erica, & definitely NOT Sophia Rose. Sophia doesn’t deserve any bit of recognition. Sophia is one of these interchangeable, expandable women who the EAW fans won’t notice if they replaced her with another Barbie Doll vixen and kept the same gimmick. She can’t beat me because she isn’t good enough. She talks about the food chain, well compared to me she’s just an insect waiting for some bird to show up and eat her up. I’m now carnivore that doesn’t need to deal with small little insects. I’m everything that the top vixens aren’t Selfish, Arrogant, a Joshi, technically superior wrestler. YOU WON’T FIND THOSE SKILLS IN ANY OF THEM. While they push towards accepting the gimmick that management gave them. I COULD NOT accept being the uber-babyface ANYMORE. Barbie doll you don’t understand what Azumi Goto. AND YOU THINK You're ON MY LEVEL?!?! You’re on the level of Scarlet. You’d probably beat me if I was that little burning spirit of the vixens, you’d probably beat me but that’s not who you’re facing tomorrow night. You’re facing me, you’re facing arrogance personified, you’re facing THE DAMN JOSHI OF EAW! This isn’t woman you see isn’t created by a gimmick but created through the frustration of the gimmick given to her. Created thanks to management deciding to try to make me their version of Kenta Kobashi. Sophia, I think now would be the time for you to open your Wrestling History Textbook and research what Management were going to turn me into. Because you’ll be amazed at how much I acted like Kobashi, I respect Kenta Kobashi but I wasn’t going to be the female version of him.

Azumi: blue-collar, provincial, diligent, integrity, tempestuous, honorable, upright was what defined back then and now what defines me is just one simple word: ARROGANCE. I live it, I breathe it, I personify it. They don’t teach you that at the EAW development center, they don't teach how to personify a word, and live it every day. You think to waltz into this Division and try to make a statement using me, Barbie needs to listen, there will be a statement made but it won’t her making it. It’s going to be me making the DAMN Statement. I won't let some fake blonde that anyone will remember in a couple of months thanks to jobbing to every damn vixen. For a simple FACT, that little blonde won’t even win. SIMPLE AS THAT. SHE WON’T WIN, I’m going to

A. Kick her head until she goes down for the 1,2,3

or

B. Make her tap as she feels her arm popping out of place.

Because it’s the only way this match is ending is with me winning and pose like a truly great heel. And maybe you’ll see tears coming down Barbie’s eyes knowing that every insult was ineffective in beating me and Sophia I’m going to end this with a quote from one of my favorite managers in wrestling.

“Thank You, FUCK YOU, & BYE”

{Azumi gets up and walks away from the scene as the camera fades to black}

Dynasty #3

You say I tried to one up you and I failed. But the funny thing is, it brought more character out of you than I think I’ve ever seen. You might be beautiful and talented and intelligent and all the things that you say, but sometimes you do come across as just long winded and boring. It’s because you punctuate much of what you say with German Efficiency. And I know you would argue that it’s worked for you and it’s changing the world one match at a time and all that good stuff. I’m just saying. It’s your belief and I’m not bashing it. We’re all entitled to believe what we want. For all I care you could worship a cat named Stan off to the side of these matches. As long as you bring it in that ring, it doesn’t matter. But now, suddenly, you’re calling yourself chef Sheridan and taking a dip at me saying I’m hungry. All while topping it off with a little bit of hypocrisy. Sounds like you’re taking the Paula Dean route of cooking then. You decided to make a clear cut point this time that this tournament doesn’t mean much to you. You decided to phrase it as not being efficient enough. You see what I’m getting at with the… nevermind. But then in the end you had changed your mind. Clearly this does mean something to you. It’s either that you don’t like this tournament or you want to win it because you’re trying to prove something. This, a tournament that’s double the size of the Vixen’s Cup, couldn’t possibly compare to what you accomplished when you won the Cup because that was this glorious German Efficiency defined moment that showed your movement had arrived and put you in this amazing spot of power. I’ve noticed that the rules work all different for you. While I do appreciate the hard work that you put in and the things you have done to improve yourself to this point, you put yourself ahead of everyone else while mocking them. These are the same kinds of things we are to believe you are better than and working to omit. If I say I’m working hard, just plainly, you come back and say there is no way I could possibly be working harder than you because you are the hardest working individual on this planet. You’re Sheridan Fucking Müeller. The rules don’t apply to you when they’re doused in your beliefs. But I don’t need to spread my beliefs over the rest of this division. They can catch up to me or they can fall behind. I don’t care about what they do. Just like I don’t care about what you do. I care about me. I want to win this and that’s all I need. All I need is me. And no, confidence isn’t a bad thing. But you’ve always made my confidence sound like a bad thing. Your confidence, meanwhile, has been golden. Hypocrisy lives inside of what you do as much as anyone here. And it’s ok, it happens to a lot of us. We do this so much that we’re bound to say something that reverses our opinion often. The thing is, I would have thought someone so obsessed with perfection, rewinding and editing her messages against me, would have gotten that shit figured out. Instead you gave me this. This message where you laugh at me and tell me how far off I was from trying to make my own points, that you made new points for me. That’s so nice of you. Very un-Sheridan like in a way. But when it comes down to it, I care most about what occurs in that ring. You can have twisting opinions like a crooked politician or preach your German Efficiency like a religion all you please, but when it comes down to the ring all that will mean nothing. I will win this match Sheridan, and you can make this as difficult as you can possibly imagine, but I will solve your game easier than you thought possible. You see I expect a battle with you and I expect you to come with you’re A-game. Maybe you should bring it like this every match. Makes no difference to me. It’s your career to control how you want after all. But this is my tournament to control. That’s the only was I’m approaching this. And the only way I’m leaving this match is with a win. The only way I’m leaving this tournament is with the Empress of Elite crown. Because, yes, it does mean something to me. And, yes, I do want to win. No match will ever feel not efficient enough for me. I live and breathe this. That’s what I believe in. I believe in wrestling every damn match like it’s my last. And I believe in working harder and harder every single day, pushing myself until I reach a new height. Nothing is impossible. Being the best here is far from impossible. And that’s the road I’m on right now. To me, it feels like you don’t want to win this tournament. It feels like you just want to stop me from winning this tournament. That’s what you really care about. You want to take pride in knowing you were the one person who stood between Cailin Dillon and the semi-finals of the Empress of Elite tournament. I won’t let you hold that kind of power. I will beat you. And then I will beat Aria and Veena on the way to winning this whole thing. That’s the reality I believe in. And it doesn’t need to be stamped with two words.

While we have similar goals and dreams and we fight at a high rate that can’t always be matched by our opponents, we couldn’t more different personality wise. I know you’re not a robot, but certainly understand why opponents have found you rather robotic. Repeated phrases, talking like a computer… honestly it’s like how you click something wrong and the computer makes that wrong noise. With you someone clicks out of a box and it just screams German Efficiency over and over. But in fact you’re not a robot, you’re just pretentious. You approach every match telling people there is no doubt you are more talented than them and that you will out work and out wrestle them. I’m not promising someone that I’m better than them in every way. I am promising that I will make them work because I put in that much work on my end. My goal is to make every single doubter that steps between those ropes end the match with wide eyes. I want them shocked and surprised that they dared take me lightly. I’ve just promised that things will never be easy. And I always live up to that end of the bargain. No excuses either. I win matches and I lose matches, but no one ever takes one over me easy. Because I don’t allow it. The work I’ve put in every day in the gym from lifting to cardio to learning from trainers, it continues to make me better and more difficult to fight. I’m just saying to you, I have doubts that you are prepared for how much I’ve worked to get ready for this tournament. Maybe you are. You’ve made it clear I couldn’t possibly know more about you than you do. Duh. That’s the most obvious statement on the planet. But I’m just giving my genuine thoughts. You’re expecting more of the same from me. I’m bringing something far different. Still the same Cailin, but turned up to another level. You mock the hunger I speak of, but I’m telling you this is almost animalistic in nature. I want to get in that ring and I want to rip you to pieces just to get this win. I told those last two girls I would lock them in the Longhorn lock and I would wrench on their shoulders. I would rip it clean out of the socket if that’s what it took to make them tap out. I would love to do the same to you, but even I understand the limits. You are more talented than them. Not that you are an escape artist by any means, but you’re stronger and more physically ready for this match. You know how to get away when an opponent is trying to trap you in a move. And you know how to reverse a move like that in to something else. This match will be about playing it intelligent unless I want it to go to a draw. Don’t get me wrong, I’m always looking for the opening or mistake that allows me to lock in that very special move. Can’t you just imagine that one, Sheridan? You sherplex the hell out of me and walk over to pick me up for one more. Then I grab your right arm and trap it between my legs and turn to twist it backwards behind your back. You’re screaming and you have no choice but to tap out and live another day. You wouldn’t be the first one to suffer its wrath. And you wouldn’t be the last. They only give us 20 minutes, though, so while I would love to fight you for an hour and truly test the limits you seem to think I couldn’t go toe-to-toe with, I’ll have to settle for solving the puzzle the quicker way. That’s fine by me. And when I’m done with this tournament and I have the Empress of Elite trophy in hand, then we can compare achievements between the Cup and EoE. Because when that happens, you and I both know another meeting between us is just down the line.

I’m not trying to brag that I do more than anyone else. I’m just focused more than 95 percent of the women who call themselves Vixens. I can’t figure out what half of them are doing with the pictures they post online. We have all these priorities as professional athletes in this company. They ship us around for photos and events and getting to the gym is rarely EAW’s priority for us. So yes, I take pride that while fellow people in this division are hanging with their boyfriends and taking snapchats, I’m hanging out in the gym and trying to make myself better. We aren’t all created equally. Some of us don’t have the same drive as the others. If you really wanted to be the best, you would want to win this tournament. You wouldn’t make the comments you do about it and downplay it because it doesn’t matter. Doesn’t winning this tournament and having the Empress trophy and the cash in from the Vixens Cup put you on another level? Doesn’t THAT truly make you the most dangerous and efficient woman in this entire company. But it doesn’t really matter to you like it does to other people. Makes no difference, I’m going to win it anyways. You’ll walk down to that ring on Friday, you’ll do your best to win and you’ll only elevate me in the process. Half a goal achieved for you, right? You’ll come to win and you’ll watch me walk out with more points. You might have as much beauty, charisma, talent and efficiency as the next Apple computer sitting in the EAW offices, but I’m coming with the pure desire to win. I’m coming to beat you. This whole tournament is setup like giant dominos. You have to knock them down one by one to reach the final one. And they don’t go down easy, these ones. They require grit and hard work. They require the kind of determination that few people in this business possess. But I’m so stubborn that I don’t know when to quit. So I’m coming into this and I’m laying down a dropkick that will knock your ass clean over. I don’t need fancy and I don’t need efficient. I just need to win, and that’s exactly what I’ll do.

EOE Special #1

{Scene opens with Azumi in the ring at live show as ‘Stardust’ Starts to fade away}

Listen to the Barbie Doll talk smack about me. I mean seriously shouldn’t you be in the bedroom putting on making up? You see Barbie; I could care less about how you survived Cameron Ella Ava. Because surviving is different than winning unlike you I won my first EOE match. I got three points while you’re stuck at 1. I don’t know if you know your basic math but 3 is better than 1. And the point difference shows how years it will take for you to be on my level. Come back in two years and then talk about beating me especially by Submission. Getting 3 points is way out of your league, little girl. You better hope another draw or else your little fantasy will be over because unlike Cameron, my WRESTLING ABILITIES ARE SUPERIOR. THAT’S FACT #1.

FACT #2

Well first a question. How many months did you spend in the Development Center? Six Months? Well it doesn’t matter how many months because it won’t help. Because unlike you I’m an established wrestler, unlike you I didn’t decide to choose this career path because I failed at something different. What were you before coming to EAW? A Cheerleader, a model, or another failed actress thinking coming into my world was going to bring you some fame to re-launch your acting career. If that it then the reason Cameron couldn’t beat you because she isn’t a wrestler. She walks talks and acts like one but she doesn’t have the skills to be one, YOU DON’T THE SKILLS. Actually you don’t have skills required to tie my wrestling boots. WHILE YOU WERE IN THE MINOR LEAGUE, I WAS WRESTLING FOR THIS GODDAMN COMPANY AND MAKING SURE THAT THE LOWER CARD WASN’T DYING OFF THANKS TO THE UPPER-CARD’S EGO!!!!!!!!!!!

FACT #3

My future is far better than yours while I’m adding titles and Major victories to my resume; you’ll be starting your new job in EAW, AS EXTRA IN THE BACKGROUND FOR A FPV ENTRANCE. You’re the one who’s pull the carpet that’s under my feet. But how are going to do it when your arms are broken, YOUR HEAD IS BUSTED OPEN AND DAMN JAW IS BROKEN. IT’S AMAZING THAT MANAGEMENT IS GONNA HAVE TO BURN ALL THOSE PLANS FOR YOU. CONSIDERING YOUR FIGURE, IT’S A TICK ON THE CHECKLIST TO BE A SUCCESSFUL VIXEN. LOOK AT ME!!! I’M THE GODDAMN ALTERNATIVE TO YOU BARBIE, I AM THE WOMAN WHO FUCKING WRESTLES AROUND HERE. I DON’T PROMOTE MAKEUP LINES, I DON’T DO MOVIES OR TALK SHOWS BECAUSE THAT’S NOT WRESTLING. I WALK INTO THE ARENA AS A WRESTLER AND I WALK OUT AS A WRESTLER!!!!

{Azumi gives a quick smile as the crowd gives another mix reaction for her (The cheers are probably from the IWC members in the crowd).}

SOPHIA DON’T LET MY LOOK DECIEVE YOU. MY ‘GIMMICK’ MIGHT BE ARROGANCE PERSONIFIED BUT I AM THE MOST DESTRUCTIVE WOMAN ON THE GODDAMN PLANET!!!! SO MANAGEMENT IT'S GOING TO BE YOUR FAULT WHEN SHE'S IN THE BLOODY HOSPITAL!!!

Dynasty #3

You hear that? That noise? The ever loud screaming from Kora Kosgrove? No, you hear nothing. She is saying nothing. She is doing nothing. It’s ok. I mean… I expected more from here, but in this business you take what you’re given. I guess we all have to settle for her screams in the ring as a pull at her shoulder and try to break it. This isn’t about making friends or playing nice. This is survival of the fittest. This is who out wrestles the other one. This is about who wants it more. You’ve made it crystal clear who wants it more. You can’t even find the words to describe if you want anything at all. Maybe you can show us all another time where a cute misunderstanding ends in you and your pet fighting hordes of men that are in the wrong place at the right time. What a fantasy you have designed. But from what I head the Kora Kosgrove Show has already been bumped from its spot. The fans want something new in primetime. They want to see someone who knows what it takes to win. Someone that strives to be the best. They want someone like me. But I don’t need a television show to showcase what I do. Not fictitious or real or anything in between. True Vixens, that’s a commitment I made as a member of this roster. And it’s not what you’ve got going on. To be honest, I don’t know what it is or why it is you do what you do, but I know it starts in excitement and it ends with emoticons as punctuation. We all deserve something better than that. This tournament will feature you frequently being raked across a pit of coals by your opponents as each one of us in Death Row Group A pick apart all the silly things you do and say. I grow tired of the way everything is a mockery from you. And seriously, I’m a pretty nice person. But I don’t want people to look at the Vixens division and laugh at us. I want them to look at this division in awe as we consistently outperform the men that have long dominated the main scene. We’re just as good if not better. No, we are freaking better than what they’re bringing to the show right now. We will go just as far and fight in the same conditions that they would reserve for themselves. And that’s why we have a 24-person tournament that determines a future title shot for just one person. The stakes in this are as high as anything. Everyone comes in looking to steal just a hair of the spotlight, all for the chance at taking an even bigger chunk. The strong survive, the weak wilt and the clowns end up looking like bigger fools than they’re already pretending to be. You just happen to be the biggest clown of A Block. Here, let me help put you in a clown suit.

I said this Jenny already and now I will say it to you. This entire system is based on points so I don’t have to go out there and go for the easy win. No, it’s worth the extra two minutes to really break you down and pull back on the shoulder like I’m going to take it with me as my prize for winning the match. Four points and the arm of Kora Kosgrove. Sounds a bit savage, but no one said we were here to stand around and look pretty in a dress. If that’s what you want to do, go somewhere else. The Heart Break Gal and Eris LeCava were willing to brand each other, to scar each other for life just so they could be called the Vixens Champion. That’s how high these stakes are. That’s why every point counts on the way to the semi-finals. If I break your arm, well that’s ok. The four points will still be more valuable then the three my other opponents receive when you’re unfit to fight. Because this is going to go down one win at a time for me. From start to finish. I don’t just want to win the Empress of Elite and barely pull this off. I defined what it meant to be the Specialist’s Champion. I want to redefine what it means to become the Empress of Elite. It could take blood and sweat and tears, but I will do what it takes to make sure I finish this 7-0 with a throne and a crown. If I take care of business every time I step between those ropes, the rest will take care of itself for me. I’m doing this for me, Kora. I want to be the best. I don’t want to be the funniest. I don’t need to be the hottest or the one with the best smile. I just need to be the one that does what she wants for herself. That’s becoming Empress of Elite and then taking care of the match I’m awarded in December. I don’t know where you’re headed or what you’re trying to do, but I know that this week has been a bit of a jumbled mistake for you in my eyes. A disaster really. You had Aria Jaxon and you had Cailin Dillon. If you were really serious about this, I guess I would have expected you would bring a little more gasoline and matches to the table. I guess I would have expected you to heat things up and put a little fuel into your flame. Instead of a half effort, so far I have gotten no effort. And Aria… you didn’t really seem to phase her. Maybe you can recover later in this tournament. But after Dynasty, I’m past worrying about you. The way you’ve been running your show this last week, I wonder if the rest of us will have to worry about you much longer.

When I told you I thought you were capable of bigger things earlier this week, I wasn’t lying. But you come across as wasted talent. What are you waiting for? Does someone need to push the word go for you to start driving your car in the next gear? Do someone need to slip another something into your slot to wake you up and open your mind to the world that’s in front of you? You know what, I don’t care. It’s not my job to fix you. It’s just my job to go to Dynasty and beat you. This tournament is going to take one win at a time to get to the big payout in the end. That means you’re second in lone on my tour to the top of Empress of Elite. It’s gonna be a fun ride for me, why don’t you put your silly show on hold, buckle up and enjoy the ride Cailin Dillon is about to take you on. It will be the ride of your life. And at this rate, one of the last in your career.

SHOWDOWN #3

Fort Wayne, Indiana

The Sound of Silence

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(The sound of silence fills the air as Rattik walks alone, those around him in their home, lay soundlessly in their own restless dreams. The narrow streets of cobblestone crunching underneath his boots, as he continues beneath the halo of the streetlamps that lay overhead. He adjusts his collar as he makes his way to a door, on the door says the words “The Burton Family Welcomes You”! His eyes narrow as he reaches his hand out and knocks on the door. Lights begin to flicker on as he walks away, where his feet where was a package. Moments later an older woman answers the door and sees the package laying on the welcome mat, she squats down and opens it up and lets out an ear shattering shriek, falling back and kicking the box as she does. Out of the box rolls the head of a young woman, who seems to be the daughter of the woman, carved into her forehead read “Sorry wrong Person”. Rattik is sitting on the bench looks up as the street lamps illuminate his face.)

Rattik does feel sorry, he thought that she had something that could silence the voices. For days upon days there has been voices in the darkness, asking him who Kurt Burton truly is. They wanted more than the master of chaos, more than a man who cannot feel pain. You see Kurt you have been in the vision that appear in his mind while he rests. Your ever-growing “lack of fear”, you’re never ending will to survive, has been in the back of his mind. Every thought has been on how he will break you. He will force you to succumb to his will, at the end of our match you will no longer be the same man. You are very close to the perfection that is the natural human’s psyche. The very anarchy that makes us human. You are so very close, but on Showdown Rattik will assist you with the final push.

(A smirk comes across his face as he adjusts in his seat. The mother can still be heard weeping as sirens begin to break the silence. Rattik crosses his legs and moves his long wet hair out of his face. He pops his collar upward in order to keep the now misting type of rain out of his face.)

The other day Rattik talked about pride. Kurt you are a very proud man, and despite your confidence in yourself you have only come up short thus far in your career. At Dia Del Diablo you attempted to overcome four other men to become the number one contender for the National Elite Championship, but you failed, but now you step into the ring with the monster of Showdown, the King of the Forgotten. And Rattik will let you in on a little secret, he will allow you a sneak peek on your future…pain. The pain you say that you have and will escape is all about to hit you at a single moment. Rattik will pick you apart, below the naked light in the Allen County War Memorial Coliseum. Thousands upon thousands of people will witness the evolution of a man, of an entire company. The metamorphosis into what it should be, of what it must be, the land of extreme, the very place and values of which it was founded upon. They will all draw silent.

He asks the fools, that lay witness to the lifeless example of which Rattik will make of you, to know the silence will grow like a cancer, to hear his words so that they may teach you, to take his hand that he may guide you. Because Rattik’s words will fall like raindrops, calm and a constant truth, because on Showdown every man, woman, and child will bow and pray for mercy at the feet of their true savior. The very man who saved them from those that oppose the evolution of mankind, into who we need to be.

(The lamp above him begins to flicker as he slowly and methodically rises to his feet and resumes his walk alone down the cobblestone street. His feet crunching on the rubble that has procured from the years of use. He notices a playground to his left, a long yellow slide the center focal point of the park. Rattik smirks as he thinks about the pure innocence of children and their parent leading them like a flock of fools, a flock with no known destination.)

You called Rattik a barbarian, which in definition means a savage, a man without culture, refinement, and education, but he must remind you and hope you listen that Rattik is a very educated man. He knows every action he makes, he knows that action he takes will have an effect on what you do, and around and around we go until one man ends on top victorious.

This battle isn’t about wins and losses; it is about setting you free. It’s about freeing you from the constraints that have been cast upon you like shackles, baring you from being the man Rattik knows you are. Kurt you have joyfully crossed over to Rattik’s World, but once you enter there is no going back, there is no return. Saturday you will fall in Fort Wayne…accept his hand and join him as my right hand, as Rattik frees the world from his throne of darkness and flesh as the King of Damned!

ANTHONY LEONHART // UP UP DOWN DOWN, START SMASHING YOUR FACE

DYNASTY #3

« I'm a poor lonesome cowboy...I've a long long way from home. »

Anthony Leonhart arrives on a majestic black horse wearing a dark sheriff-esque type of look with a vest floating in the wind due to his horse going to its full speed, his hair has changed a little bit going from full black to black with some grey highlights in the back of his hair. He descends from his horse, still chewing his gum and fetches a chair on the forecourt of the saloon and moved backwards like a cowboy, in the middle of the city, and sits down. He hits hard soil of the arid town with his foot as if he would start to sing but he was not.

Anthony Leonhart : Don't worry Emily...We have time for this... Me talking to the horse ? Of course, it has Emily's spirit in it, you thought I was gonna leave Emily on her own at the Sanatorium ? I know the Sanatorium members loves Emily but leave her alone is not a good idea especially when she's on #BROKEN mode...anyways...

Anthony Leonhart in a sheriff-esque type of look, in the desert ? What the ? Wondering why this change, is not it? Ever seen one of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse with a horse in a cemetery? The answer is no, I can assure you. But do not worry, I'll return to the Sanatorium after I got rid of this American Falcon as he likes to be called.

I thought the majestic eagle spreading its wings was the symbol of America but apparently for him it is a falcon. Why not ! After all, if he has not followed his lessons of history, it sure can cause a screwy kind of confusion unless it is its video games ... which we caused it.

At the start, I hate nice guys ... you know, those nice boys might have filled with marshmallow, everything nice, cute you know those huh? These boys ... without apparent defects sometimes...should I say...often they hide much worse stuff. Well with that one, I hit the jackpot because it has everything I hate from head to foot and even his freaking mind.

Anthony spits on the ground while playing with his revolver and right after spitting on the ground, he admires his spit and has a smug and says that spit is like Maverick, useless and easily removable.

I wonder how this dear Elite Wrestling Answers was able to hire a boy who has a mental age of an 8 year-old boy, which has its little sweet TV show where he plays video games with his friends, and it is called "Konami Kode" if I EAW believe the archives. "Konami Kode", is not it?

It is the code you need to do up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, Start, am I right? This is not the secret code that used your father to your mother for planning your stupid a** by pure coincidence ? And before you start saying that I played video games to know the Konami Kode...I looked up to the archives and especially your TV show pilot and you explain that stuff so I just made some investigation.

Anthony continues to chew his gum and make bubbles with it and be a little bit lazy and arrogant, thinking about facing Kevin Maverick, The American Falcon and an avid gamer.

And I must face this guy, highly pathetic from EAW because I'm one of the Horsemen and you give me a little boy who can not stop playing these games but what he forgets - but hey, we seem to forgive him for this little - it's here, it's not a video game, here this is reality and there is only one life to the counter and not several as its games he likes so much.

And I'll prove that here, on this land that is the ring of Dynasty, here in EAW that I will be the master of the game, because I will submit to my rules are the Total Desolation or the famous Paranoia and he may not recover as easily as his cherished stupid games. I'm gonna smash your face so hard like the A button. And after, I will...DELETE YOUR ASS and at the end, it will be good stuff because that will give me an easy win with a some sort of fatality and so my horse will wipe irons on his destroyed body. And that's what your father should have done after your birth because continuing to play virtual games at your age, it's...oh forget about it, you know the word. Yes there is one word to describe and I'm gonna... I'm gonna spell it out for you... U.S.E.L.E.S.S, USELESS ! Oh damn, that was too damn sweet, dammit.

Now let's me this like the good old cowboys would do this...by smoking a cigarette and yes I don't care if it's PG or not, I do whatever I want whenever I want because I'm...you probably know who I am, right ? So don't piss me alright ? Kids, watch me but don't try it at home okay, little buddies SEE YA.

With a contented side, very sufficient, Anthony Leonhart gets up, puts the chair on the forecourt of the saloon, and gives a kick in the chair, just to remove a slight frustration and also to have a little fun, goes on his black horse, long jacket in the wind and continue to smoke his cigarette, the horse whinnied and then galloped off into the desert, the cigarette smoke is seen disappearing into the arid landscape in which it was.

Empress of Elite Special Promo #3

“Diffused”

I was contemplating whether or not to address you and Kendra in the same video, but with everyone firing shots all across EAW.com, I couldn’t just simply be left behind. Not again BB-8. Calling me insignificant is like calling the pot calling the kettle black. This seems like a bad case of transference in many ways. I would be concerned...if I actually gave a damn about you. Fortunately for me, I don’t. (laughs) You’re so caught up in my past sweets, that I’m wondering if it’s because you don’t have one? I mean I have a title reign, wins over women twice the competitor you are, and several established rivalries I can reference right off the bat. I guess I was once like you in that- no, screw that; I was never like you, even as a rookie. Even on my worst day you’re a pushover. Tell me why BB-8...tell me why? Why!? WHY!? Why should I be afraid of you? I sound like I’m repeating myself, but that’s because I’m following your lead. This is our third exchange and you’ve yet given me a reason why I should be nervous? (laughs) In that case, don’t think too hard. I actually want you to show up tomorrow.

Thank you for stating the obvious BB-8, captain of obvious things. I knew the EAW universe was never on my side. Which is fine, because for the past couple of weeks I’ve enjoyed crushing their heroes. The concept of being a hero in itself is egotistical. Absolute power corrupts absolutely. This is why I abhor title belts these days; the men and women who wield them become so obsessed that the belt’s very existence controls them. Matter of fact, the belts control all of you. You doll yourself up, come up with a fancy catchphrase, and kiss ass in hopes that you can be on that card fighting tired old hags like HBG for a shot at the thing that defines each and every one of you. This is why I’m going to win this tournament BB. You all want the belt while I will settle for the disappointed looks on your faces. You’ve already been compromised and you don’t even know it. I can tell because I’ve hit you at all angles but yet..you’re still focused on my sex life! Just like everyone else has or ever will! Are you disturbed that a woman can actually own her own sexuality and do as she pleases!? (giggles) You’re corrupted by the patriarchy and don’t even realize it. This is why you’re a basic bitch BB-8. Instead of fighting me you should think about why males 18-34 love you so much.

Newsflash!:

But as I ponder more about your obsession I’m beginning to wonder...do you want to bang me? I mean I assume that every vixen does, but do you in fact want a taste? I can only gather that if you didn’t want em you wouldn’t be so concerned with who I sleep with. But that’s the thing BB-8- I do the fucking around here. (nods) This entire block? Fucked by me. The winner of block A? She’ll get fucked by me, once again if it's Cailin (laughs). My opponent in the finals? I’m going to show her a time she’ll #neverforget. The fuckery of a lifetime BB! Courtesy of yours truly (winks).

So I assume next you’re going to mention The Sana- oh look! You did...again. Just like the others hated on my time in Formation, you just have to reference the ninjas I roll with! Hey! Basic bitch! (points at face) Eyes over here! Don’t be concerned with people standing behind me! And just for the record you can eat cake and still look as good as I do! (gasp) Was you fat shaming!? And here I thought I was the villain! (laughs) Oh this is rich! Is this the kind of sad disappointments the EAW universe looks up to? If so, then you can keep those assholes. The War Party doesn’t allow fat shamers, child abusers, molesters, rapists, or anything else that represents an entire millennium of male influenced depravity in its ranks. Especially since The Sanatorium specializes in dismantling that sort of thing. (shrugs)

I see you BB-8. I know you. I understand you. That’s why I’m not worried about this match. I see right through you. I already scouted your move set. There’s nothing I should be worried about. If this is what you sacrificed everything for then I hope God accepts refunds because you’re gonna need everything back, including the time you wasted training. Breaking molds and stereotypes? (laughs) okay Ms. I-wear-cheetah-print-on-ladies-night. Ms. I hang-out-in-the-hood-sippin-lean. I know white trash when I see it and heh- you represent it well. It looks good on you. Don’t be mad at me BB! I was...only stating the obvious.

Speaking of the obvious, it’s clear I’m going to win. You had diffused your own argument without even realizing it. How could someone who sacrificed everything have nothing to lose? While it sounds legit on paper, you need to sit and think for a moment- wait! Don’t think too hard! I’ll explain. If someone, like myself, sacrificed everything, then they would have no choice but to win. But for someone like you who have nothing more to lose, this would just be another- Ha! (laughs) Oh! Heh…(wags finger) that was a good one! You might be a Basic Bitch but you’re pretty clever. The old Cloud would have liked you. Me on the other hand can’t stand the sight of you. (eyes narrowed) Time to stop tinder swiping my sex life. Eyes forward, focused on me not them. You’re in for the fight of your life BB-8. Tomorrow I diffuse the Bronx Bomber. Tomorrow I beat up the Big Bambina. Courtesy of the EAW Network.

An ass whooping for $9.99? Boy you really are cheap.

“Change means Evolve”

EOE Special (#3)

As…..senn Na Yo! Hatsukyo.

You’re Ichiban, and I’m Dare mo but you have it wrong Hatsukyo. Someone who’s always been second-rate her entire life can’t be Ichiban. You said I’ve changed, I hate the word Change. I think the word you’re looking for Hatsukyo is evolve. I like most creatures of this world evolved

I didn’t evolve because of Erica, I didn’t evolve because wins and losses. This side of me is for the evolution of this bloody division. I’m seriously tired of top-tier who can’t wrestle fifteen minutes without needing their medical inhaler to make sure they don’t run out of breath running the bloody show. Let’s give you an example: The Mighty Cameron Ella Ava. The same ‘vixen’ some Nerds think is going to be the winners of this block. I said it All you IWC Nerds need to look at the bigger picture, would rather go with the girl who has bright future and a bunch of momentum of a heel turn or go with the same old crap of Cameron stuffed down your throat. Obviously you morons you go with me. Rebuilding this division Hatsukyo is one of the reason I want to put you out of your misery and end you. My image of this division doesn’t need second-rate vixens LIKE YOU, it doesn’t need sports entertainer types like Aria or HBG, it needs women’s wrestling. A dose of purest form of women’s wrestling. And you can’t provide that dose. You can’t even provide this division with decent 3 star matches. Unlike you I’m able to have 4 star matches consistently, I’m able to have the fans chant for me even if they hate me, they still chant for me because they know I deserve it after showing them what REAL WRESTLING LOOKS LIKE.

For too long I’ve moved on from losses saying ‘Shucks I’ll get them next time’ or having road agents and other vixens tell you ‘Don’t worry it, you had a great showing’. But why should I do that? Why should I work hard and get no reward? Why should I let a Kardashian, Breast Implants and Emo’s get in my way? Why should I let girls who think they’re cool by having superhero nicknames for each other push me aside? For one Management needs look at them and what went wrong with our decision to push these women. The answer is wrestling, These women can promote all the makeup line they want but in the ring they’re like rats trying to fight a cat. They can’t wrestle their way of a bag, I make them look good. I get everyone uses that phrase but it’s the true coming from my mouth, actually everything that comes out is the truth. Set me up with Lie-detector and it’s gonna say I’m saying the truth.

It’s my evolution Hatsukyo!! You can all about being a Fire that burns but I can call you out for Gimmick infringement. Your Gimmick is nothing more than a cheap knock-off of mine I was this division’s burning spirit but it occurred to me that being a burning spirit didn’t mean anything. I became ARROGANCE PERSONIFIED because it’s going to bring me what I deserve. I’m willing to bring a difference that no one can. Can you do that? NO BECAUSE IF YOU CAN’T ACCEPT MY LITTLE CHANGE THAT HOW CAN YOU EXPECT TO BE A GREAT. After having Kobashi and other legends stuff speeches down my ears about respect, honor and other BS, Honor won’t bring a paycheck, Respect won’t bring glory, & a Burning Spirit won’t bring a champions resume. I don’t even care if you disown me Hatsukyo cuz I’m going to have my EOE Crown keeping me company. And once I win EOE, you’ll understand what I mean. After I beat you and infect you with a dose of ARROGANCE. You'll know what I mean. but unfortunately for you this match is more of a hunt, I’m the wolf hunting down a little dear who’s lost without her family, I’ll let Cameron be a scavenger and finish you off.

The Phoenix is DEAD AND ARROGANCE PERSONIFIED LIVES!!! AND BEFORE YOU COUNTER MY PROMO REMEMBER TO. AS…….SEN NA YO!

Empress of Elite Special #3

You can have your fun, Jenny. But it’s not going to stop me from doing what it takes to realize my dreams. You must keep DJ so busy while she’s trying to figure you out if you will someday amount to anything more than the girl who just wanted to have fun. Don’t get me wrong, having fun in the ring is important. But we all define that fun a little differently, I suppose. For me it would be fun to get you wrapped up tight in a submission hold and listen to you struggle up until the moment you tap out. Oh yes, I would have a big smile on my face after that happened. But really, this all boils down to which one of us is truly ready to achieve the dreams and goals they’ve set in their lives. I understand your dreams are to skip down to the ring, crawl through the ropes and do some dances or something. Maybe you have an entire routine setup? I honestly can’t wait to see what the Jenny Lathan experience really amounts to. The experience you’re for with Cailin Dillon is one I think you’ll enjoy. You will hear a loud crowd. You will feel the excitement. And then you can watch how the crowd reacts when the one they pulled behind wins and ascends the turnbuckle to thank them for their applause. And yes, that will be me. I have my own ways of having fun in the ring. And this isn’t all a big joke to me. This is what I grew up wanting to do. I wanted to be a professional wrestler. I wanted to fight champions. I wanted to become a champion. I just don’t get that same vibe from you. It just feels like you want to laugh and smile and your goal, just making it here, has already been achieved. You must be the type that perpetually settles for whatever low bar she can finally clear. My bar grows as I cross off my goals. I will never, ever settle. I’m constantly improving. I’m 100 percent positive you don’t have a clue what you’re about to climb into that ring with. And I’m 100 percent positive I will beat you.

Digimon… cute. You’re like a tiny little Ratatta. That’s right, I switched it to Pokemon on you. To beat you I don’t have to use any special items. If I wanted to catch you it would take any kind of special ball. But I wouldn’t want to keep you. You’re cute and you try to be funny and I’m sure you know how to party. But I don’t need any pets or followers. You’re already DJ’s toy anyways. I don’t really have to stand here and taunt you or tease you about what you are or how you act. All I’m doing is telling the truth. Everyone recognizes the same things that I do. And clearly this act has worked pretty well for you so far. When I came here I was the opposite of you. But I wasn’t being myself. I was playing a version of myself that a couple idiots thought I needed to be. When I decided to shed that and be myself, every thing changed. Big matches, title chances, a title run. So when I look at this tournament and see a path back toward the top, yes I am focused beyond your wildest imagination. And no pickle pictures or jokes can even phase me. I get that you want to have a good time, but it feels more like mockery to others around here. That’s why you seem them rolling their eyes at every word you say and then rolling you over on your back before they hook your leg for the pin. That’s not in my plans though. I already told you I want to start this tournament off with a bang. Get close to me, and your shoulder will be locked in a position you can’t deal with. I will make you basically quit this match with the sure pain I put you in. I would say to you that this result shouldn’t define you. Win or lose, I always find a way to take something from a match. I have learned and it’s made me better. I know you can do the same thing Jenny. You can be better and you can put yourself right in among some of the best competition. Yes… maybe even while still making the same silly jokes and weird photoshop manipulations. You’re so punny after all. It does take work and it does take dedication. I know how much you train. You will find that people train even more than you thought was possible. You will find there are people who have no fun and are obsessed with winning. I just have dreams I want to achieve. Ones I have dreamt of since I was a little girl. I won’t let anything get in my way. And I WILL have fun doing everything I need to do to see these goals through.

I know you understand that I have a reputation, and I’m humbled when you acknowledge that this will be the toughest match you’ve ever had. I’ve worked hard in my career at EAW just to achieve anything. Some people enter this company with the label of greatness stamped all over them. Others have to work for it, and then work to maintain it. Not everyone is just destined for greatness. Some of us have earn it along the way. Everything I’ve ever done in EAW has been about achieving a next goal. My next goal is to become the Empress of Elite. I’ve thought about this tournament since last year. Now that it’s here, my mind is totally focused on taking care of business one match at a time. I can’t wait to show you what I’m capable of in that ring on Wednesday. Maybe after it’s all over DJ can take you out for ice cream and buy you a balloon.

Voltage #3

You’re so right Cameron. In some sort of way, I really can see you dominating your block and making it to the Final Four. But to be honest I don’t see an easy road to the finals for anyone. If last year’s Empress tournament was good, this one will be great. If not by the sure numbers, but by the fact that this division has gone through such an evolution that people could pick a bracket and form a dream matchup like Cailin vs. Kendra in the semi-finals and Cam and Cailin in those finals. But there’s hidden motivations to sweeten the pot by making sure I beat you in that final. The end goal is getting there and making sure I leave this tournament as the Empress. Point. Blank. Period. But before this tournament starts, EAW is treating its fans to the kind of match that is deserving of headlining this tournament. The kind of match that deserves to headline FPVs. There’s no mission to shut you up or cut off your self-esteem. This match and this tournament is about nothing more than me. There’s no personal vendettas and no grudges. I’m teamed up with anyone. I’m just looking at you, and then the next five opponents who are lined up in front of me and going out there to take care of business. I expect it to be hard. I expect our match to be the perfect primer for both of us as we venture into this thing. I think we’re both willing to take each other so far that we leave our match knowing how far we need to go to be the top Vixen at the end of this tournament. Because even without a title at the end of Empress of Elite, it’s going to make the winner feel like they really are at the top. This is different than the Vixen’s Cup or any other tournament before it. This is more encompassing than the Specialist’s scramble could have dreamt of. This is proving which of the 20 plus Vixens in this company today truly is the best in this moment. Maybe with all your big achievements in the past, the place you hold above the Heart Break Gal and Kendra, maybe in some universe it will be the way that you dominate this match and this tournament and punch your ticket back to the top. But maybe, just maybe, it’s all just a fantasy that’s been cooked up in your head because of your own expectations. There are dreams and there are realities. We share the dream of winning this tournament. The obvious reality is only one of us can do it. But the dream you pin on my of putting the cherry on top by beating you in the final, that’s something created in your own head and molded into something you hope that I believe in. After all, you’ve made it clear how good it would feel to be the one who pulls the curtain over my career. All the compliments you had a year ago, but now you’re just ready to write me off. I’m sorry, Cam, I’m not going anywhere. You won’t see me turning away scared in our match. You won’t see me backing down. You’ll see me still acting like this. Still telling you I’m going to match every strike you throw and every blow you deliver. And when it comes time to deliver the mover that swings this match at its conclusion, I’ll be there to make absolutely positive that I’m the one picking up the win. Pop bottles bitch.

I guess you thought you could take my words and put them on a wheel and spin them back to me. You ran out of what to really push so you just huffed in a fit of rage and said “Huh uh! Oh no she didn’t! Like, I can’t even!” Have your lavish life outside of the ring and your illusions that you are more prepared than anyone in this company. I know for damn sure I’m prepared to drop you on your ass with all the glorious Texas-centric moves that I’ve created. And I really don’t get where you’re getting all this shit from anymore. All you talk about is how I constantly complain and whine about everything. Bitch, please. Where on earth are you pulling all of this material out of. Is this the secret Cam vault of information that you rip from right out of your butthole and pass off as the “truth.” I don’t think so. I lace up these boots every week. Every week, Cam. No one is too good to come into a ring with me. I don’t care if they’re a Hall of Famer, a self-professed legend or someone who signed last week. And I take every damn match as seriously as the last. But apparently you’re the only one who’s allowed to learn from her matches no matter the result. That’s not the way it’s allowed to work. Because I don’t give two shits what position you think you hold over everyone. You don’t make any decisions that affect us. You only make decisions to sit on the sidelines while everyone else fights. At one time you pretended to care about the future of the Vixen’s division. But now you believe you’re the only one even capable of saving it from whatever negative state it’s apparently in. I will tell you this. The division is in transition. It doesn’t matter who you are or what you’ve done already. Every match brings a new challenge and have to bring you’re a game more than ever. I don’t even think the Elitists understand this. It’s just different here. It’s more fierce. We’re more wild. We’ll go to different lengths to win matches. We make things far more personal.

The thing is this match won’t go like you would like it. You want to send a message? The message will be that Cam is beatable. It will be a message to all those Vixens you say you’re about to clown that they can take you down too. Don’t play this game where you pretend to be invincible. I’m not playing it. Have I lost matches? Hell yeah. But they aren’t bringing me down. I’m not hanging on to them with the woe is me attitude that you’ve created for me via your apparently vivid imagination. It’s true that there are a number of women who could win this tournament. It’s true there are a number who are right now saying they will, and being picked by the oddsmakers to win it. It’s also true that me and you are very, very popular picks. None of that matters to me. You know as well as I do that we still have to take care of ours in the ring. I’m just telling you right now that if you do yours and I do mine… the rest will take care of itself. You could get this match on the grand stage you wanted all along. And then, if that chance comes, you can try again to spread the message you hope to implant in the minds of all the hungry Vixens in this division. You can prove to everyone once and for all that Cameron Ella Ava is back and she is about to make this whole division her bitch. You can scream for them all do bow down and kiss your Christian Loubitons like the good girls they need to be if they don’t fall your rule. Except that’s the fairy tale ending that only exists in your head. Not the real ending. It’s true… you might not even make it to the finals. But if you do, I’ll see you there. Book it now. You wanted to push buttons this week, but the only thing you did is remind how much I fucking love fighting in this company. You reminded how much I love getting in that ring every chance they give me. And you reminded me how great it’s going to be to finally bring an end to a finish that is a year in the making now. Cailin Dillon beats Cameron Ella Ava. And then the excuses from the Ava side start pouring out. It’s ok, I get it. You have to pretend like this is my deal. But no matter what happens in this match, I’ll use it to make sure I win the Empress of Elite crown. And the rule under queen Cailin will be exactly as it should be. Don’t worry, you’ll still have your place. You’re a legend for Christ’s sake.

The idea that we are telling the story of Empress of Elite is not lost on me. As I said before, we are both popular picks. So naturally, they booked a match like this out of the blue to let everyone get an idea of what they’re in for when this tournament starts. Hey, you say you don’t need a fortune teller to tell you the ending of this match, but note your knowledge it’s not in the cards. Cute! There’s no real reason you’ve given to why you’re going to beat me. You say I’m just a shell of my self and some how worse now than I was a year ago. OK, keep thinking that. I’d prefer you to take that sort of stupid approach in this match if you don’t want to take me just as seriously. You know who else calls themselves the most honest person in this business? HBG. Sheridan. Eris. I mean the list probably goes on, but I just remember a few recently. Honestly, I’m sure there’s a number of rookies out there spouting that same throw away line. I’ll tell you the kind truth. I’m a confident bitch that is the most stubborn person you will ever climb into a ring with. The honest truth is you can think you have me down for good, only to have me drive that shoulder up at the last possible second. Or to trap you in a hold from the ground when you least expect it. And you can think you have me on the ropes dazed and confused just for me to take you for a Two-step out of nowhere. And that’s not the same girl you were accustomed to fighting a year ago. That’s on the road to what you thought this girl could develop to be. I don’t want to call you a liar, but I will make one thing certain. What you’re saying is far from some sort of golden truth. It’s just what you want to believe. The truth? That’s what comes out on Sunday. That’s what you’ll learn when our match ends. When they raise my hand with you laying on your back.

This isn’t last year’s match, but we will give it a final that it deserved to get. We will make that match look like child’s play, I have no doubt. And then we will both go into Empress of Elite with the hope of doing it again. I’m telling you, when this match is over you’ll want more. I might get the closure I want, but I can sense you’ll be looking for this to have gone completely differently. And get this, I do like you Cam. It makes HBG sick when I mention that I dreamt of being like you and her before I came to this company. But I don’t want to be either of you. I’m me, and that’s not going to change. I won’t act how someone tells me to. I’m never joining another group because some monkey in an office tells me it could help me kickstart my career. If I’ve proven anything, it’s that I am at my absolute best when I’m doing this on my own. And that will be proven on Sunday at Voltage. I’m not going to say our match could steal the show. It will steal the show. We both want this too damn much for it to go any other way. This is a war that can only be won by one of us. But it feels a little like the beginning of our chapter, doesn’t it? If you say you’re back in this division, then we’ll be seeing a lot of each other going forward. For now, we’ll start off with this match. We’ll start off with me winning this match. And maybe, just maybe, you can figure out a way to get through your road at Empress of Elite to force a rematch in the finals. Neither one of us can truly predict the future beyond this weekend, but I can control my own destiny one match at a time. You’re next on the list, Cam, and I’m going to do everything to make sure destiny stays on my side. If that means your dreams come crashing down, then so be it. This is about me. This is about taking what I want by force. Now that sounds sweet. That sounds like the good start to a great chapter.

.:DIA DEL DIABLO {#}3{/#}:.

"I remember? I forgot."

I remember.

I remember when I used to get excited for things. Many things, not just regular things, special things. Special things that illuminated my life like no other. Special things that made me feel like I was walking on fluffy clouds ninety-nine percent of the time. There were many occasions where those special things would make my life worthwhile. They’d make me look forward to the next day after a very tough evening. An evening filled with harrowing pain, pain that would knock any sort of positive feeling out of my system. The special things, however, would fill my heart with hope and exhilaration. People would ask me, “Eris, are you abusing drugs again?” What?! No!! Of course not! I’m high on life, baby.

I remember.

I remember when I looked at you and I thought of you as a special thing. Not a special person or a special soul, you were just a thing – ya know? Throughout my life, I’ve encountered many individuals who I’ve considered special. Most of them, however, were fake. They were either made up characters that were plastered all over the media or just characters made up in my head. Although you, you were something I’d never seen before. You were real! You were a living, breathing organism that embodied perfection. The fact that you’d give me the time of day was enough to make me feel lightheaded. It was enough to sacrifice anything that was under my name in order to give you the satisfaction you deserved. Deserve? Deserved. Deserve? N-no. I don’t remember. You never deserved anything. Well, you did. You deserved a whole lot more than I could ever give you. No, wait, you don’t deserve my friendship or apologies! Well… maybe you did, or maybe you didn’t. I’m starting to confuse myself. What are we talking about, again?

I don’t know how many times I’m going to have to rephrase my story for you in order to get it. In order for you to stop being your narrow minded, conservative, parasitical little self. It seems that it doesn’t matter how many times I repeat it; you’re always going to say the exact same thing.

“Oh, Eris! Your love for me was false! I’M the one who is the victim! Not you!! I never changed! YOU CHANGED! IM NOT JEALOUS OF YOU! WAIT, IM NOT JEALOUS OF YOU. IM JEALOUS OF YOU. NO, IM NOT JEALOUS OF YOU.”

Shut the fuck up, HBG. For once get your big ass head out of your rear and sincerely LISTEN to what I have to say. Do you have any idea how much damage you caused me?! Do you have the slightest idea as to how MUCH you hurt me?? Right now, it doesn’t seem like you do. I have a feeling that you think I’m some other competitor that wants to steal your championship out of the blue. We’ve both established that it goes way beyond than that. I want you to feel the pain you made me feel throughout those months I was out. I want you to go home on Saturday night and weep on your bed until your pillow gets soggy. I want you to go home and think about all of the wrong things you’ve done in your life. All of the people you’ve crossed, all of the people you’ve betrayed – I want you to regret it. Every ill word you’ve said towards another individual, every false rumor that you’ve spread around like a disease – I want you to regret it. I want you to wake up with your eyes swollen, not only because of the punches I’m going to lay on that beautiful face of yours but swollen eyes from crying like a little bitch because this crazy, psychotic fucking “loser” as you call me, kicked your ass in front of millions. I want you to feel embarrassed, I want you to do the walk of shame out of that arena WITHOUT the Vixens championship. I want a lot of things and I’m the type of person who works for the things that she desperately wants. I have the opportunity to make you look like the coward you are in front of so many people, you really think Dia Del Diablo is going to be THAT easy? I have this intense desire to beat you at your own game. I have this insatiable appetite to make you feel like complete and utter shit. You’re going to make it out of Dia Del Diablo BARELY alive.

But if there’s one thing I want to clarify, it’s that you did NO FAVORS TO MY CAREER. In fact, I’ve been told that joining Hexa-Gun was probably one of the worst decisions I’ve ever made in EAW. And come to think of it, they’re right. I had to endure months of you and your little party of circle jerks complain and whine because they can bust each other’s head open in every fucking match. I had to sit there and pretend as if that was my main priority to reinstate “Extreme” into this company even though I could care less. If anything, I’M THE ONE WHO BENEFITED YOUR CAREER. I contributed to a lot of your success. If I’m correct, if it wasn’t for me winning my match against Tarah Nova and Madison Kaline then Hexa-Gun would’ve disbanded at that time. Do you remember Reckless Wiring? Remember how we had to win our matches against our opponents or else we would get cut? What did you do in Reckless Wiring, HBG? Oh yeah! That’s right, you let Cailin Dillion wipe the ring with your face as if it was your first day on the roster. I WAS THE ONE WHO MADE YOU LOOK GOOD. I was the one who made your entire team look fantastic. I reinstated some prestige to Hexa-Gun the moment I joined. You had failing members after failing members and I WAS THE BREATH OF FRESH AIR. When you stood next to me, everyone looked upon you as someone of the higher ranking because you were standing next to the GREATEST VIXEN TO HAVE EVER STEP FOOT IN THE EAW ARENA. YOU WERE STANDING NEXT TO THE BEST VIXEN TO EVER HOLD THE VIXENS CHAMPIONSHIP. You, my dear, are NOTHING compared to me. You can say that I’m stupid or that I’m way out of my league but I know for a fact that I can kick your ass when the bell rings. When that bell rings my animal instincts will be enabled. I’m going to completely wreck you, HBG. I’m done playing these games, I’m doing talking smack to one another. I want Dial Del Diablo to come as soon as it can because my body is aching for this opportunity. I NEED to feel your blood on my fingers, HBG. I NEED to feel a fist full of your hair in order to be content with my life. I need to grab you by the waist and make you and the mat into one considering how hard you’re going to land on it.

But man, do I remember…

When I first step foot into this company I felt right at home. Even though faces were unfamiliar, the moment I connected with them it felt as if I’ve known them for years. I adapted to this atmosphere, I worked with the environment I was placed in. I am NOT a rookie how you claim I am. I am a veteran at heart. I worked this scenario like a true veteran would. I manipulated my career better than you could in your 20 years of being here. Those times I “messed up” when you’d beg me to interfere in your matches weren’t actual flubs. Those were destiny’s way of telling me that I had to stop what I was doing. I had to stop being your lapdog and stop jeopardizing my rep in this company. I didn’t want to be seen as this weasel who was just another henchman for the Heart Break Gal. I needed to branch out, I needed to find myself and that’s exactly what I did. That’s why we’re in the situation that we’re at now. You have many desires as to what my status to you should be, it seems. You want me to belong to you but fact of the matter is, during the course of our relationship…

You were already my trophy,

You were already my possession,

You were already MY PROPERTY.

The thing you’re trying to achieve I had already accomplished. I had you wrapped around my finger and you’re too stubborn to ever admit it. I had the big, mean Heart Break Gal by my side if anyone ever wanted to fuck with me. But times have changed. You’re an old, worn-out bitch that I don’t want to be a part of anymore. I don’t WANT to worship you anymore. I don’t want to follow in your footsteps, and I think that itself is what kills you the most. Finally, you had someone who admired you after years and years of disrespect from your fellow cohort. And now this woman who you thought you could mold into something that would benefit you is acting out, it’s destroying you. You and I, HBG, we have a relationship that can never be repaired. Our association is one for the record books. Our rivalry is one that no one in EAW will ever forget. Our bond that we once deemed as unbreakable has shattered into a million pieces. If you were to pull me aside a year ago and tell me that all of this was going to unfold, I would’ve never believed you. I would’ve had my blindfold on and I would’ve told you how HBG and Eris were going to be lovers for life. Funny how life can change the course of our careers within a blink of an eye, right?

Your career is going to end tomorrow, HBG, however, it won’t be in a blink of an eye. You knew this was coming and you should’ve been prepared. I’m sorry it had to end this way. I’m sorry we couldn’t work it out. I’m sorry that my name will forever be with you. I’m sorry that every time you look at that part of your body, you’re going to be reminded of terrible, uneasy memories. I’m sorry, HBG, I really am…

Dia Del Diablo #3 - No shelter in sight

(Diamond Cutter is shown drinking in the far corner booth at a Metro Detroit area bar. A few fans attempt to sit to him before he puts his boots up, preventing them from sitting down. The fans keep persisting as the rain outside picks up. Lightning is seen in the distance as the power goes out for a moment. The lights come back on and the fans have disappeared.)

Now that I have privacy, lend me your shallow minds. Although I have shelter from the water and lightning tonight, there is no protection from the steel and fire that awaits me this Saturday. Contrary to its intimidating name, this match presents me with little concern or fear. Damien Murrow has placed a man that has lived in his own personal hell for years with no escape in a Hellfire No Way Out match. Some call this a sadistic structure, others call this a career changing match, I call this home. Steel structures and fire? I’ve played with both in my career, but to certain individuals, that doesn’t matter. Jamie O’Hara, you’ve knocked on the gates of hell a few days earlier. Now that you’ve chosen to play with fire...it’s time be burned. Let me make one point clear, junior, you and I are nothing alike. I’m not here to boast about my past successes, nor do I believe those moments give me the edge on Saturday. In fact, my advantage at Dia Del Diablo comes from my failures...more on that later. Unlike you, O’Hara, these tag team titles mean nothing to me. Although Xavier Williams claimed he wanted to be responsible for ripping the heads off Cerberus, that’s not the primary objective for the Mighty Don’t Kneel. The two of you don’t care about the carnage, you only care about the gold. O’Hara, I’ve become well-acquainted with your type over the years. You are a collector; that statement resonates through your flesh, through your tone, and through your words. Over the years, you’ve bounced from promotion to promotion, collecting every title and accolade available. Here’s the kicker: you’re willing to push the limits of sanity and acceptable human morality to win. Even at the the expense of PEOPLE LIKE ME!

(DC throws his glass at the wall as it shatters into pieces.)

That’s all this match is to you: a numbers booster. Another bullet point to put on your resume. Rather than judging a man by his morals and who he fights for...you judge a man by how many championships he’s won inside of EAW. What a pathetic career, to find value in nothing within this industry besides pieces of leather with golden plates. O’Hara, if you looked beneath the surface level for once, you’d understand there’s much more to this match than the tag titles for me. This about ushering in the symphony of suffering and bringing pain to men like you. Don’t pretend even for a second that you were once in position, because I’ll guarantee you this - you haven’t been through the wars that I have. I was thrown off a titantron, burned in an inferno match, tore my ACL/MCL/Calf muscle all in one match, suffered several concussions, and nearly had my neck snapped in half which would have ended my life. You’re telling me to forget that? Don’t tell that to Diamond Cutter, tell that to Dwayne Crenshaw. Tell that to the 40-year-old man who’s woken up every morning for the past five years in pain. Tell that to the same man who for many years wished his life wasn’t crippled by compiling injuries and medical debt. The toughest moments in your career revolve around losing title matches. This isn’t my sob story, it’s the litmus test for greed in the wrestling industry, and O’Hara, you’ve passed with flying colors.

Eliminating the cancers like you, O’Hara, from this industry once and for all is the the only reason I returned to wrestling...aside from the big paychecks. It’s painfully obvious you haven’t paid a damn second of attention to what’s been said leading up to tonight. At the end of the day, Jamie O’Hara only cares about Jamie O’Hara. Well you pompous pig, let me catch you up to speed. Nick Angel and I aren’t teaming together out of friendship or respect. Those motives are excuses for the weak. Damien Murrow and Nick Angel hired me after I signed with EAW in order to bring about the destruction of Cerberus. That’s why I call myself a mercenary, O’Hara, because I’m a hired gun that’s paid handsomely to carry out hits on certain members of this roster. This might be a difficult concept for you to wrap your head around, but the tag team titles mean nothing to me. Those belts are simply my means and my ticket to ending Cerberus. I’m not being handed an opportunity at the tag team titles, nor do I care what “prize” is at stake. I’m being paid for my services in stripping Cerberus of said titles. For without their gold, they risk fading into the abyss. I have real motivations and goals, not manufactured achievements in the form of leather belts. I’ll take great pleasure in exposing you to the truths behind this industry on Saturday, O’Hara, but I suggest you walk a mile in my shoes before you open your mouth next time.

(Diamond Cutter leaves the booth and walks out the back door of the bar. He stands under an awning to cover himself from the rain.)

Xavier Williams, next time you engage in a war with O’Hara, do us all a favor and put him down for good. Obviously, my offer from the last time I addressed you still stands. Hand over a blank check prior to our match and I’ll fill in the blanks with price worthwhile to both parties. Perhaps you’ll be wiser than Brian Daniels, who seems to be oblivious to how the auction process works. Let’s look at how this match came into fruition again: Nick Angel and Damien Murrow pay me a modest bounty to dismantle two washed-up men that have never worked a hard day’s work in their entire lives. Hmm, I still don’t see what’s wrong with this picture. Is it the money? Well, Angel and Murrow did have the highest offer among the requests I received. Is it the quality of my opponents? Well, I’m facing multiple Hall of Famers. Seriously, Daniels, wake up and realize that the world doesn’t revolve around your and Cyclone’s waists in the form of a title belt. For the last time, I’ll remind you that I’m coming to Mexico City with the intention of destroying Cerberus. In addition, I’ve added an addendum: force the “mighty” to kneel before me. When I walk to the back after our match this Saturday, I’ll be handed a paycheck for my work. Whether it’s five minutes or five hours, I’ll receive the same amount. Based on that fact alone, Daniels, I’ve already won. Any of the suffering that comes at Dia Del Diablo...icing on the cake. This will be our final confrontation until Saturday, gentlemen. The time has arrived to show you exactly why I am tough…...as……...diamond.

(The rain slowly dissipates as the puddles on the ground become illuminated by golden light. DC looks up as his eyes turn gold and he recites “Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night”. At the end, the rain has completely stopped before images of DC’s four opponent’s bloodied and battered flash on the screen. The footage then cuts to black.)

Voltage #3

If you say you’re going to be in the finals of Empress of Elite, then good. Please, book that shit right now. Because if there’s anything that would be better than beating you once. It’s going to be beating you twice.

I saw what you had to say about the tournament earlier today. I saw that you told Sophia. You mentioned you weren’t going to be that person goes around delivering that unoriginal message where you spout off about how someone doesn’t matter because they’re newer than you. Because they can’t possibly compare to all the things that dear old Cameron Ella Ava has accomplished in her storied career. The funny thing is you are doing that exact thing to me. You are reminding me of every single thing you’ve accomplished in this business, while also trying to take the road where you agree that it doesn’t matter. But then you say it does. And then you flip back to how it doesn’t… you see the trend here or are you too blinded by your own beauty to see that you are just a walking condescension of everything you say and then do. Listen, I get that I’ve lost some matches and I get that you want to put your own up on a pedestal and try to compare, but I’ve never faced any of those people so there’s no way of knowing whether I would beat them or not. The one thing I do know, is you didn’t. The one thing I do know, is you can put yourself up way high in the sky and keep breathing that air that makes you head over heels over yourself, but you still don’t have a win over me. You’re talking about this like it’s all said and done. I see someone who has already planned the after party, ordered the champagne and has a whole night planned out on the town. And I see someone who’s going to be sitting in the locker room polishing off a bottle of expensive champagne while she showers herself in disappointment. I’m not so thin skinned that I’m on the edge of losing my will to compete. That fire within isn’t so dead down to the coals that I’m even thinking about stepping away and forgetting about all of this. Don’t give yourself so much credit.

Your hypocritical nature is just how you operate though, right? I mean didn’t you start out your last sermon to me by lambasting me for being so damn entitled? Ah, I see. It’s different when it’s Cam who is the entitled one. That’s when it’s ok. This is where I do laugh. Yes I take you seriously, but you’re like some sort of walking stereotype valley girl who’s earned every pair of expensive heels from her knees. You’ve got the money to buy them, but it’s just become your hobby, hasn’t it? Listen, if nothing in the past matters except for what you’ve done, then that’s fine. But I better not here a peep out of you after you lose on Sunday. You want to act like I make excuses all the time? Please don’t be the one following that narrative on your own. The problem with your logic is that no matter what happens on Sunday, I’ll be right back in the gym on Monday morning and I’ll be focused on the very next match. I hope you really do consider what you think you’ve done this week as mission accomplished, though. Because my mission will be accomplished in the ring. I don’t do anything here but tell you the absolute truth. You think your shield is impenetrable, and mine is on the verge of shattering. Go ahead and cast your heaviest stone at Voltage. Just don’t be shocked when my shield doesn’t break. You talk about taking me to the edge. Don’t be surprised when that script is reversed and you’re doing everything you can just to survive this match. All those accomplishments and banners you have hanging around your house. The one that’s still not there is a win over me. Are you really going to defend pulling to a draw with me in my second month in this company by blaming it on a 20-minute match limit? If so, that tells everything about how pathetic you really are.

I can’t help but remember back on that. It’s hard because it really feels so insignificant now. But trying to remember that match just for now, I don’t remember anyone talking about how Cam took a rookie to the limit. I remember people saying, including yourself, that this Cailin Dillon girl was capable of big things. You still think that now. I can sense that. You say you only like your sister and sometimes Sheridan. But I know deep in your heart you still can’t get enough of watching me in that ring. Because there’s just something about me. Maybe it’s infectious for you. You call others the future, but you still see a piece of the future resting in my hands. Because you say you’ll put me away, but you’re not the first to say that. You won’t be the last to try it, and you won’t be the last to fail. Everyone always wants to paint this giant target on me and pretend there’s no possible way they could miss. Everyone wants to pretend I’m just some chump and I’m incapable of even standing on my own two feet. Until they climb between those ropes and they get a rude awakening of just what I’m capable of pulling off. I don’t need some additional factor, inside or outside of EAW, to serve as the motivation that helps me beat someone like you. I’ve been taken to the limit before and I have thrived. I have suffered losses that came in an instant, just like every other damn person in this company. But the result of this match can’t be measured by comparison records or past accomplishments. Whether you want to admit this or not, this is the type of match that should have been saved for a bigger stage. The thing is, I have no problem facing you on a weekly show. And I know there was never a doubt in your mind. You wanted this match and you got it. You have something to prove. You’re the one who so badly wants this win because you think it validates you right before the Empress of Elite tournament. I don’t need a win over you to validate anything, because that’s not how I roll. I just head to that ring every week and I put in the same championship-level effort every single time. That’s why beating me, just like it so often is with you, is so damn tough. I’m not going to just sit back and see what happens. You want a fight, you’ll get it. But I’m not willing to settle for some run of the mill battle in a squared circle. I prefer to take my opponent to war. I don’t like it any other way than when we’re destroying each other. And I might have been the Specialist’s champion for a time and been a queen of those gimmick matches during that period. But my real specialty has always been going head-to-head, one on one. That’s why I love this match so much. Because I don’t need any of those other people. I don’t need any of those friends you say I’m too busy playing second fiddle to. They could have lined up every single one of those people in my block at Empress of Elite and I would have pounced on every one of them like a predator hunting her way to the top for the biggest prey of them all. I’m so hungry Cam. I can feel the hunger pangs. Right now all they’re focused on is feasting on you. And they will get their way on Sunday.

I guess I too was a little bummed to see that they didn’t pair us up at Empress of Elite. I mean, I was the one that already first told you this week that I would love it so much to be the one reason why you don’t make it to the finals. But I see now that there was a bigger picture involved. They wanted to let us kill each other and then see if we could run through the rest of the Vixens only for the chance at killing each other again. Sounds like a great story doesn’t it? Except the problem for you is I won’t be bowing down to you and I won’t be laying down and just watching you roll to the top of this company. Because while I respect all that you have done, it just feels like that time has come and gone. I feel like that whole fire in you has only been lit because you see the Vixens division thriving more than it has in some time. You see so many fresh faces making their name and achieving things, and you feel the past that was dominated by you slipping away. You say you’re reasonable, but almost nothing you say comes across that way. I don’t think anyone believes you’re in such a solid place in this company that you could have honestly vetoed a match like this. People are excited because of both names on the marquee, not just one. They’re excited because this match should have been concluded a year ago. I’m ecstatic because I’m going to beat you and give everyone the closure they deserve. Well, almost everyone. I’m sure you’ll still have huge issues after this and start demanding the chance to prove it was a fluke. And then if what you say is true, that chance would come again in the Empress of Elite finals. And there, when I beat you again to be crowned the Empress, we can listen to you try to explain how on earth you lost to Cailin twice. “But she isn’t even that good! Not anymore She lost to Haruna that one time!” Ok, cool plot points buddy. No matter what you think you’re callable of doing to me, I promise you, no, I absolutely, completely assure you that you will fall miles and miles short of accomplishing it. My adorable ass is going to throw you around that ring and keep coming like the Little Freight Train that can’t be fucking stopped. And I will knock your little sidecar right off the tracks. When you pick yourself up and try to get back on the rails, I will rip you right back off the tracks and dare you to get back up and try that again.

I would try to take everything you say seriously, but you see it’s so hard when you try to tell me that all you ever do is tell the truth. When Cam says something, it happens. No fucking person in this entire company can actually use that line. Guess you won at Pain for Pride then? The Vixens Cup? The No. 1 contender’s match for the Vixen’s title? Oh, guess not. Maybe we can do some revisionists history if you want. Hey! We can even act like this is a champion vs. champion match to really kick off Empress of Elite with some excitement. Nah, the only thing I see your comments foreshadowing is the eventual proof that you’re full of same major crap. This is me shrugging at you telling me that you are nothing but a truth teller. You are right about one thing. That ring will decide whether or not anything you said this week is true. I’m confident you’ll be made out to be nothing more than a court-appointed defense attorney that has her head so far up her ass that she can’t nail any of the points to help her client. Except in this case it’s even worse than a court-appointed… you’re trying to represent yourself with nothing more than a few lousy facts and some half-truths that you think prove that you should indeed win the case. But the words shared between us this week prove nothing more than you know how to recite a win-loss record and tell someone how it’s going to be. Me? I’m confident that when the actual facts come to light, the ones in the ring, it will be yours truly who comes out with the victory.

To be clear from before, me bringing up the past is a clear reaction to the fact that even if I say I’m focusing on right now, you will never stop bringing it up to try and win someone over. As if someone out there even cares that you feel that way. I’m just saying, if you only want to talk about the past and then use matches from the last year as a measuring stick, I’m going to call you on your bluff. The past is what it is, though. It’s something we learn from and use going forward. I learned that you like to claim you respect people. You like to say that you have someone’s best intentions in mind. You like to say you are pulling for someone. But it’s just part of a larger two-faced act of course. I can tell you that I respect what you did do. I expect that you have learned from your past and I expect you to be one of the best wrestlers I’ll ever be in the ring with. But I also want you to expect that I won’t back down from the challenge that is fighting from you. And I will never step aside and accept anything less than a best effort against you. You know this Cam, sometimes our best effort gets us beat when someone else is better on that day. But Sunday feels damn good. I feel a really good day coming for me.

You feel that Cam? You feel the wind coming up? You see the cloud’s slowly moving I overhead and getting darker and darker? I think there’s a storm coming to Voltage. You might want to batten down the hatches and take shelter, because that’s the best damn shot you got. No matter what you think, I’m coming into that ring and I’m about take the wind right of your sails, I’m about to blow your house right off the foundation and I’m about to take you for the ride of your life. That’s just how it’s gonna be. Oh… there’s the sirens. Better run.

DIA DEL DIABLO PROMO #3

Zack Crash: Oh I’m boring?! I’M BORING?!?! I’m not the guy who runs around shouting the stupid catchphrase “woo woo woo you know it” like some retarded surfer-dude! Seriously man, what the fuck does “woo woo woo you know it” even mean?! I’ll tell you what it means…it means nothing! It’s just something you thought sounded cool so you figured you’d slap it on a shirt and maybe people would like you. God I know you really want to get over, but how DESPERATE are you to use a catchphrase like that?! But that’s not important. Neither are your implications that I give a shit about merchandise sells. Where do you think OMERTA got the money the produce those shirts in the first place man? We’ve got so many side businesses going on in this place, from snack food stalls, steroid dealers (thanks for the business Terry), , and so many others that OMERTA members are shitting money at the moment. So I figure, hell why not make our own team t-shirts for the fans, because I’m a guy of the people. That’s right Matty…I’m funding my own merchandise! And honestly, I don’t care if I make a profit from it. I’m just doing it for shits and giggles. And to show management that I don’t need to rely on them for ANYTHING anymore…not like you do! Lets not forget that it was ME who gave you YOUR job back Matt. You certainly didn’t seem capable of doing it on your on, so you had to take a handout from this “boring” guy in order to even get back in the ring. Strange how if I’m so “boring” as you say, then why did it take me to get you your job back? If you’re so “exciting” why weren’t you able to get a job based on that alone? What does that make you…Super Boring? Bland-man? The Snooze-Fest 9000…now with more snooze? Face it Matt! You talk about how much the fans and especially the ladies love you, but in reality you’re just compensating for the fact that when you left even they didn’t care! They didn’t petition for you to come back, they didn’t cry for your return. All they did was gossip for a day and then move on. At least with me they get some controversy, which is exciting! At least with me they get someone they love to hate, and who doesn’t want that! Whether it’s the wrestling business in general or even the fans, I’ll always have more to offer than you Matty! But all this is old ground, so let’s talk about something different.

You talk about throwing around simple “facts” about how much better you are then me, but where’s your proof?! You say I can’t prove I’m better than you…Matt…I’ve already done that a thousand fucking times over now! I’ve compared our accolades…which mine are more numerous! I’ve compared our times in management positions…which mine was much more important and memorable. Hell all you have to do is compare the words we’re speaking to each other now and everyone knows who the better man is! Go out and ask anyone who they think is going to win this match, and I guarantee that a majority of them are going to say me! You know why? Because while they may in fact like you better, and while they may buy your shirts over mine, this match isn’t about profit or about popularity…it’s about who the better wrestler is! And even these dipshit smartmarks know enough to bet their money on a winner like me! They also know a whore when they see one! That’s right Matt…you’re nothing but the Whore Of EAW! And nobody really likes a whore, except those who have no self-respect! How are you a whore you ask, well allow me to explain. You’ll suck my cock, or as you put it won’t bite the hand that feeds you, just to get your job back and you don’t care if that’s wrong or right?! Based on that I guess you would’ve been willing to do my bidding and stand by everything I’ve done so far, as long as it didn’t happen to you. Yet you come out here and try to highroad me?! Do you even realize you’re just digging your grave deeper and deeper with every word that spills out of your mouth?! Now we know why you sound so DESPERATE. Your morality and your indignation about me and my tactics has now lost any credibility it may have had left! You’ll sell your body to whoever has the most money and whoever can do you a favor, as long as they’re nice to you. But as soon as they say or do one bad thing, then you turn into the ex-girlfriend, taking to the Twitter waves talking about how much of bad a person your ex is. Doesn’t exactly sound very flattering does it? People like you make me sick Matty! People like you pretend to have convictions and beliefs, but really all you’re doing is getting pissed that something bad happened to you! You’re like those people who protest racism when it happens to them, but stands by silently while it happens to others! I may be a bastard, but at least I’m a bastard that has a clear set of beliefs, and I don’t sacrifice them to nobody for nothing! At least I’m not a whore like you, who’ll dress up pretty for someone they supposedly hate, so long as they get what they want in return. And people call me a bad guy?! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

And Matt, you seriously need to get your facts straight. I never glossed over any defeat from Pizza Boy. He beat me. I just view defeat differently than you Matt. See I’m the kind of man who tries to turn a negative into a positive. So Pizza Boy defeated me, no getting around that fact, but now I know more about him. I know his skills, what he’s most likely to do, so that when next we meet, I’ll be the one who gets his hand raised in victory, not him. Now with everything I know about him, I can either make him a powerful asset to OMERTA, or a target that we’ve already done research on. And as far as our “cowardly” attacks on you and Chris…I seem to remember you sneaking up on me during that conference of mine a few weeks ago and assaulting me. Was that cowardly of you…or was it strategy! See that’s the problem with guys like you Matt. You employ the same tactics and strategies I use, yet for some reason when I do it you call it cowardly. Let me guess, for you it was just tit-for-tat huh? Giving me a taste of my own medicine? Sounds like a convenient excuse to me, because that’s exactly what that is! You accuse me of glossing over shit, but you’re the one continually glossing over the fact that I got the better of you! Call it cowardly, call it strategy, call it whatever the fuck you like! All that matters is that Zack Crash was standing tall and Matt Ryder was flat on his ass! Yes, you did beat us moments previously…LAA DE FRICKIN’ DA!!! Good for you, do you want a medal?! It must be so sad that your career is so empty that you have to keep throwing out that one victory. I had a victory leading up to this match too Matty, on Turbo remember? Multi-man, Sanatorium was involved, Kenny Drake too, and some other guy, remember? You wanna know why I haven’t brought that up…BECAUSE I DON’T FUCKING CARE ABOUT IT!!! Because in the grand scheme of my looooooong list of victories, it probably ranks near the bottom, so why bring it up at all! Besides I’m not so DESPERTAE as you that I need to mention every…single…one…of my victories in order to sound like a threat! Seriously dude, come up with something new! You sound like a broken record.

Your promo had a theme of guilty by association when in fact I think it had a deeper theme…desperation! You said it yourself you were willing to join OMERTA because of how desperate you were to get back into the ring. Now you’re flinging all manner of insults and accusations because you’re desperate to appear to be in control of this match. Well guess what Matty…you’ll never be in control! I’m the Master Of Puppets, the Leader Of Men, the Insidious Icon…I AM ZACK “FUCKING” CRASH!!! I’m the man who single-handedly took over this company! Nobody, and I mean NOBODY, has the vision and the mind that I have! I may not be the biggest guy on the roster, but I’m certainly the smartest! I go into every match with strategies and back-up plan upon back-up plan so that I’m never surprised. And for you Matt, you’ve made my job extraordinarily easy! Beating you is going to be a cake walk Matty, but the saddest part of it all is I won’t be able to take any joy or pride in it. Just like you don’t take any pride or joy in beating a one-legged man in a foot race, or a coma patient in a game of Yahtzee. It doesn’t prove anything! And my beating you won’t prove anything to anyone Matty. It’ll just reinforce what we already know.

That Matt Ryder is a joke, and Zack Crash is the real deal!

VOLTAGE #3

THE BEAST I HAVE BECOME

The sound of glass bottles can be heard clanking together softly, getting closer and closer...

“Warriors….come out to pllllll-aayyy…"

Phoenix Winterborn steps into the light that is shining down on the table in front of him. A sick smile crosses his face, as he leans over it the two vintage soda bottles on his fingers.

“You see…we are twenty four hours away. Twenty four hours until you five meet your demise. Twenty fours until the five of you see what exactly happens when you step into the ring with Ultraviolence. People like to think that these glass bottles we use in our sport, is nothing more than a prop. Just a little act…” He suddenly smashes one of the bottles on the table, shattering it into pieces. “Look…at what we have here. Look at this broken, cracked, shattered dreams. These represent the dreams of the five individuals that are stepping into the ring with me in twenty four hours. See, people think that these shards are fake. That’s it’s just pieces of sugar. I’d like you to observe something.”

He smashes the other bottle on the table in the same fashion, making a small layer of broken pieces in front of him. Slamming his hands down directly into the glass, he winces slightly before slowly pulling them back up, small pieces falling down as small droplets of blood form on his palms.

“You see…this ‘glass’ in my hands right now. You see the blood pooling up in my palms?” He dusts his hands clear. “Now…watch carefully, as this elixir of life starts flowing from my hands. See, as the blood flows out and around my fingers, and down to whatever surface is below, it gives me a sick sense of satisfaction. It give me a twisted joy to see what is essentially a person’s lifesource just…dripping. As it drips, you see the stains of life. That is what is going to happen tomorrow night. The blood that drains from not only me but will be draining from you five tomorrow night is nothing short…it’s almost erotic. It’s beautiful…it’s terrifying to some people…the sick, sadistic individuals like me? It’s exhilarating. It’s almost a sexual turn-on to watch the life flee someone’s body. You have no one to blame but yourselves for what has happened this week, and what WILL happen tomorrow night. You could’ve had the nice, respectful Phoenix but no. You pushed me, and you taunted me, and you left me no choice but to bring out this..individual who cares not about just winning a match. He cares about hurting. he thrives for bloodlust, and he is out for no more reason than to physically dissect someone."

“Being this close to Voltage, this is not really a message to any one person, no. This is more of a generalization. This is a warning, if you will. Ultraviolence is upon you. The distress sirens are sounding. A storm unlike any other you’ve seen before is brewing. The time of your demise draws ever near. You don’t realize what you’ve unlocked. you don’t seem to realize the horror that is coming, and you won’t realize it until it’s too late for you. You won’t realize the grave error you made until you are standing across the ring from me, and you look into these changed eyes. When you look into the eyes of a changed man, and in that moment you will realize that you did indeed…f*** up. You made a very VERY bad miscalculation when you taunted, and you pushed me, and you made sure that I was going to be out for payback. You made sure that I was going to be out for blood."

“Fiora…Mareo…Marco…JD…and someone else’s name that escapes me, but it doesn’t matter. Tomorrow night when that final bell rings, and you look up, and you see one man standing above you with a title in hand…and you are left wondering if you will even survive the night with the amount of blood I alone have caused you to lose. You will know the name Ultraviolence. You will KNOW the name Phoenix Winterborn, and you will know who your hardcore champion is. I could say that I wish death upon all of you, but death is a cop-out. Death is too quick, it’s too easy. I wish nothing but eternal suffering upon all five of you. I am not worried about anyone in this match. When it is all said and done, the Hardcore championship will not just represent violence, and and anger, and weapons. It will represent…Ultraviolence."

Voltage Promo #3 – Hardcore Warrior

Maero, how foolish of me! Please, accept my sincere apologies. Actually, maybe it is in fact you who is the foolish one. The fact that you had to show your disgusting face and remind me that I failed to mention you is idiotic on your part. Coming out and telling me, flat out, that I did not mention one single word about you just a couple of hours ago is almost as dumb as putting a steak into your underwear and taunting a starving bear. Both will definitely not end very well, trust me. What I want to know is, how in the hell did I ever forget about you? Perhaps it is the fact that you aren’t memorable enough. Maybe it’s the fact that every single time you crawl out of whatever dark pit you inhabit, the same bullshit comes out of your mouth? Don’t fret, though, my friend, it will not happen again. It is way too easy to roast you and actually quite entertaining to do, so fuck it – I might as well, right? You began your little storytelling time with doing various that I guess would define you as being “hardcore,” or at least what is what you want all of us to believe. By you jumping off from a shed, running through a wall of barbed wire, and intentionally crashing yourself through several panes of glass is supposed to prove to me that you are “hardcore?” Well, congratu-fucking-lations, Maero, all that did was prove to me one thing – that you are in fact SPECIAL. And no, not special in the sense of what you are probably thinking. I use the word special as in riding the short bus to school, licking the window special. You are also pretty goddamn special in the sense that you came out and immediately started doubting me. That was an incredibly dumb move on your part, Maero. It’s okay, though. You can doubt me all you want. Hell, you can even come out like the reject that you are and tell all of us that the sky is green and that grass is purple; in the end, we all know the truth. And yes, the reason why the majority – if not all of you – have been tossed into the mix of this match is to be fed to the monster that is “The Ultimate Disharmony” J.D. Damon. You don’t have to believe me with that statement right now, but when push comes to shove and you, Maero, along with the other unfortunate individuals in this match are scattered around the ringside area as I stand triumphantly over your lifeless carcasses, only then will you realize that I was right all along.

Nathan Fiora, I am so glad that you decided to join us once again. Damn, man, you really are a stupid son of a bitch, aren’t you? You claim to be the man who is redefining Elite Answers Wrestling, but let me ask you this, Nate. How are you accomplishing that? What exactly have you been doing to redefine anything? I haven’t seen you do jack shit since debuting with this company, at least not anything noteworthy. However, one thing I do know about you is that you really enjoy talking shit, don’t you? You really like having garbage spew out of your mouth, shit that nobody even really cares to hear. You claim to be such a legitimate threat to not only everyone in this match, but the entire Voltage brand. A threat? Really? Nah, the only thing you are a threat to, Nate, is making my ears bleed by listening to your senseless rambling for thirty minutes. You claim to not give a damn about who I am, but listen to me right now, punk, you better start giving a damn. I am the man who ruled this goddamn roster as the Pure Champion. I am the man who is going to walk into Tampa on Sunday night and prove to the world just what you really are, Nate – a scared little BITCH. You may not give a damn about who J.D. Damon is, but after Sunday night you will.

SHOWDOWN #3

Monterrey, Mexico

Rattik’s Kingdom Come His Will Be Done

(Cold hard stone towers over the few passersby, the clock embedded in the center stopped at 6:16 pm. Clouds loom over the top of the Basilica de la Virgen de Guadalupe, as the crucifixes cut seem to cut through them live a knife through fabric. Crying is heard from behind the wooden door, is it a woman a child, is it of fear or of sadness. But as the city continues to move around the chapel but then everything stops.)

MESSIAH!!

(Almost instantaneously as the voice echoes through the city the sky grows black. The wooden doors that lead into the sanctuary swing open and a bellow comes from the wind as it rushes through the threshold and crashing into the pews and onto the stage where Rattik is seen, his long black trench coat kissing the ground. Next to his steel toed leather boots, at his feet lies a woman, he long blond hair, laying in a puddle near her head, a smirk on his face and a liquid dripping from his chin. He looks up, standing underneath a massive cross, a sadistic grin begins to form on his face)

A messiah, a man, woman, or child that is excepted as a leader of hope, yet Ryan Marx continues to claim himself one. Every single religion has a messiah, a holy figure who comes down to save the masses from the evil and the dark. Marx you are no Messiah, you are nothing more Armilus, Dajjal, Masih ad-Dajjal, you are nothing but another false messiah. A man who claims he is here to cure, to fix, to purify the rest of the world. Who sees himself as the embodiment of perfection, despite his lack of it. You are no Messiah! You are a fraud! Rattik sees you for a fake, insignificant fraud that is nothing more than a worthless, helpless man that sees himself as more important than he truly is.

(Rattik stands over the woman’s lifeless body, silence filling the room as a single crow flies through a broken window pane atop of the stain glass windows that line the walls. CAAAAWWWW! CAAAAAAWWWW! CAAAAAWWWW! The crow continues to fly around the atop the steeples as one more circles trickles in, followed by another and another, by time the last crow trickled through the broken pane, the cloud of crows circles above his head.)

INSIGNIFICANT!

(At this point we realize that the scream itself, wasn’t coming from Rattik, but the woman that now is sitting at his feet, her hair covering her face as she sits on the steps, her breath ever so slightly moving her damp hair, arms spread out wide Rattik the same behind her. He whips his head upward as the word is shrieked from the woman, like a banshee. At that very moment the beautiful pictures of which are engrained into the colorful glass, shatter into a millions of fine pieces of glass raining down onto them, coating everything below like dust on a bible.)

Rattik knows that you will always believe that you have made an impact, but the only thing he has seen from you is a victory over a man he himself has destroyed, and a loss of which you tend to attempt to justify, but it is nothing more than the proof that you do not have what it takes to come out victorious on Showdown. Rattik is faster, stronger and better than you on his worst night. Rattik is not threatening you, he is promising you that he will make you a bloody example, he will rip your head off and uses it to beat down every single man within an inch of his life, just like he will to you this Saturday. Look at the bigger picture Mr. Marx, the picture of which you have painted in your mind is that of fiction, the world doesn’t dance in or on your fingertips, the world looks down on you and laughs as it buries you into obscurity and Rattik himself dances onto the grave you have made for yourself. You may see yourself as the physical embodiment of the future, you are the bloodstained example of what a man looks like before Rattik end their careers.

(Rattik lays his hand upon the woman’s head as he walks around her, she is still sitting in front of him, long deep breath filling her lungs as he slowly makes his way down the aisle ways running his fingers along the top of the pews.)

Everybody has their own beliefs, even Rattik believes in something, you yourself believe that your philosophy makes you successful. That you will rise to heights you have never achieved before, and you claim that Rattik has no goals, no ambitions but that could not be farther from the truth. Rattik does have goals, to show the entire company what fear truly is. The desire to show those that you need to do more than talk a big game. In order for you to do what you say you want to do, in order for you to grow beyond your fear, beyond obscurity, you must first understand it and that is not something you would ever do. You continue your process of denial, you continue to overlook your fear, to overlook the inevitability of you fall. He really hopes you do not surrender, for that would make thinks less interesting, less fun, and more of a petty, insignificant, irrelevant, hypocrite. You must stay strong, for when I end you, you will at least fulfill one goal in your miserable life. You will be remembered…remembered as the man who stood up to the embodiment of fear…stood up for what he believes in and fell all the same. You will be the man that Rattik uses for his process, use as the first of many stones that will be cast into a mold to form the kingdom of fear and death that reign upon EAW for years to come. You are the first but will not be the last.

(Rattik stands in the center of the room and the crows dive…diving down until he is no longer visible. The black cloud of birds flying around him, the wind bouncing off of the walls and the wings flaps echoing around the sanctuary itself. Then the bird stopped falling to the ground, and where Rattik stood was a coin, spinning like a top, Rattik nowhere to be seen.)

Welcome to Rattik’s World, a WORLD WHERE VIOLENCE IS NORMAL, AND CRAZY IS INEVITABLE.

Turbo #3

I thought we were facing a team of wrestlers. I thought that. But as these last few days have gone by, I realized his isn’t the case. We’re facing a bunch of used car dealers. You know the types? These guys who point to the shiniest hunk of junk on the property, but when you ask them to pop the hood, the dirty really comes out of them. They don’t want you to see that this car looks like it was literally dragged out of floodwaters after a wild animal ripped up the interior. They don’t want you to see the pack rat and it’s family that they want you to evict just to get this car off the lot. For them it’s all about getting a nice commission check. They’ve been selling the same bullshit message for so long that there’s no way they could possibly believe it again. Their boss, in this case Eclipse, hands them a manual the day he recruits them to the car lot and they all follow like it’s some kind of cult sans the special kool-aid. Maero, Erebos and Stephanie are about to roll out of the lot in the best hunk of junk they could find, and they’re going to try and sell you all luxury. The message that they are spreading sounds good to them and a few others. But on the surface you find more flaws than hail damage. This challenge the authority because they don’t like us attitude. This blame everyone else for your problems strategy is tired and sad. You think people aren’t buying you because someone else is telling them not to? People aren’t buying what you say because they don’t want it. They don’t believe it. You’ve already been selling the same junk for too long. You don’t believe me? The signs are all there. Even when things were good for you, y’all pushed a Cadillac off the lot, Maddie, and replaced it with Cloud? Come on now. She was registered on the Clunkers for Cash program long ago. Maybe someone out there is buying your loaded crap, but I know three women who don’t believe a word of it. I know three women who are about to answer your backwards sales pitch with an old-fashioned ass kicking. There’s no hidden agendas here. We’re not going for any special paychecks on the other side. We’re just going to rip you all apart. Just like Formation did the last time they met The Sanatorium.

But as another Vixen on the roster has reminded me frequently, the past doesn’t necessarily dictate anything. So let me tell you how this one will go down. This isn’t a sales pitch. This is just the way it’s going to be. You three will bungle your way down to the ring just to find that the real nightmare is you have to face the three of us. You three think that you epitomize some kind of evil because you make these loose threats about what you think you’re capable of doing. You tell us who we are or what we are as if you have the ability to cut us down with words when your actions will fall short. That’s not a threat from me, that’ s a confident promise. I’ve seen what you guys are capable of. I’ve known what your group was capable of since long before most of the members did. You parade around as hitmen and demons and ghosts. But you’re just plain men in cheap costumes. We don’t parade around. We enter as warriors and we leave as champions. That’s the reality of the future that is ahead of you. God only knows all the reasons why your group has decided to wage war specifically against this group. And more specifically against me. I would suspect they are based more on the once version of the truth that your newest member felt inclined to spin. But no amount of half truths or bold-faced lies will be capable of saving any one of you from the wrath that will come down when you try to step up to me and my friends and threaten us. You act like we’re some little school girls that run behind our shields and are afraid to fight for what we believe in. We are the beasts you wish that you could be. We are the ones that will do the cutting and we will end your quest in bloodshed. It won’t be the blood that you desire. It will be your own. We don’t need toys and we don’t need to pretend that we follow some kind of pretend deities. We don’t need to speak in tongues or cryptic messages. We come in and we speak the truth. We speak it clearly and concisely. And we come with out fists ready to throw down. We don’t need any more than that.

After this match, you three will come right back into your hole in the ground and cry with all the rest of the moles. You’ll kick start another tired campaign about how the whole world is screwing you over and not take a single thread of blame. Your destruction in the ring will be quick. The after effects will drag on for the whole group. Just stop now while you still have time. You don’t have to do this to yourself. And Stephanie, drop this façade and move on. If you want to focus on fighting me forever, I’ll have no problem beating you until you’re too beaten down to show up the arena. Come to Turbo sputtering in your used car and come ready to throw down in that ring. Tarah, Aria and I will meet you in the center of that squared circle and we will smack all three of you down. And when we leave that arena, we’ll leave the three of you standing outside clearing the smoke from your engine. The ride you want to take us on is about to stop short. But us? We’ll keep moving right along to our next goals. We’re not worried about the pain you want to inflict. We’re not scared about the message you’re trying to spread. We’re ready and willing to show you what happens when you try and cut us down. You’re about to get slayed.

VOLTAGE #3

STARING INTO THE MIRROR

"So, what's wrong Ahren? I'm guessing you like didn't like my little change of pace there, did ya? Well, while the Deacon IS my alter-ego I bring out in certain scenarios...what I did the other day was prove a point. See, you came at me with this fake-ass attitude, this facade if you will of being God's gift to everything with two, and i'm assuming four legs. Therein is where the difference between you and I lies. While you play up this big role, I'm just me. That's one thing I've always prided myself on is that I've always been true to myself, and honest to the people. All since day one. Not just day one here in EAW, but day one of my professional career. Long time ago, back when you were probably still in junior high. I have been true to myself, I have never lied to the people, my friends, or even my enemies...as much as I would've liked to somedays. I was true to myself, and that's just something you're not. That's where the big contrast is between us, Ahren. As we head towards Voltage tomorrow night, I sit here and I listen to you albeit begrudgingly but you get my point, and I just can't help but to think that the first thing that comes to mind is 'Wow, this guy is absolutely full of crap.' You wanted to say that you're going to wrestle circles around me, you're going to put me into some retirement home, this, that, and the other when like I said in my first piece. It's going to take a LOT more than what you got, kid. I've taken down many a man who has said the exact same thing you did. You're not original, Ahren. You're not...you're not anything special. Ok, if I had a nickel for everytime someone with that exact same attitude came at me sideways? Hell, I could've retired ten years ago. But, I didn't. I was the one who put them in their place. I was the one who showed them Ahren, that they weren't all that they were cracked up to be. They still had a long LONG way to go before they could be on my level. I guess while you're sitting there with your paid hookers, you can take solace in the fact that, even after I kick your head in tomorrow night on Voltage, you can still run back with what's left of your salary to get some 'choice females' to help console you after your loss."

"This losing streak I've been on since just before Pain for Pride. It needs to get kicked into high gear. Something needs to change, and I think the change I need...the trigger, if you will is going to be tomorrow night when I face off against mister Goodbody, mister holier than thou, mister 'I can't do anything wrong because I look so damn good' (his words, not mine). News flash, kid. Just because you think you look good, and you carry yourself like you're God's gift to women? It don't mean a damn thing. It don't mean a damn thing in the grand scheme of things. Because looking good, and putting on an act is no match for being real, and having God-given talent. I don't know where you've been the last seven months, but you obviously don't know who I am, so allow me to formally introduce myself. The name...is Phoenix Winterborn. I am the man who has gone toe-to-toe with the biggest names in this company, and I haven't even been here a year yet. Did I win? No. Did I prove something? You're damn right I did. I proved that the little indie darling can burst onto the worldwide scene, cause a ruckus, and not even give it a second thought."

"I've said from the outset that two thousand sixteen is my year, and by my count? We still got five months left. So, I tell ya what Ahren. I'll give ya a chance to retract your previous statements. I am your O.G., and you will respect me as such. But until then? It's time to hit the gym, and it's time to head to Voltage. It's judgement day, sunshine. Are you prepared?"

Showdown #3 - Nothing to lose

(OOC Note: Great battle this week, Brian. Really looking forward to DDD.)

(Various images of Diamond Cutter losing high profile matches in various other promotions flash on the screen for a few minutes. The footage then sharply cuts to Diamond Cutter, once again sitting on the park bench in Grosse Pointe, Michigan.)

Some heroes wear capes, others are not Brian Daniels. Honestly, I’m puzzled how any of these fans can cheer for this man. Heroes often possess qualities that allows the common man to relate. However, very few individuals can relate themselves to a man who has never experienced the hard times, a man who has never put in a hard day’s work, and a man with this unwarranted superiority complex. This newfound arrogance of yours...it’s the behavior of a man feeling threatened, a man lost for words, and a man that is afraid. Trust me, becoming an egotistical, self-obsessed champion puts you in the fast lane to a shrinking fan base. With the true nature of Brian Daniels exposed, these people will look for their inspiration elsewhere. For a man that claimed he had nothing to lose, it appears that your losses are already trickling in. When I said I enter Dia Del Diablo with nothing to lose...that was the truth. You’ve already laid out the foundations for our conflict, Daniels. TMDK is capitalizing on a dead division, Cerberus is battling the odds to retain their titles, and my team is taking advantage of corporate funding. Regardless of the result on August 13th, Daniels, the only guaranteed winner entering the show is Diamond Cutter.

Win or lose, Damien Murrow will write me a checking for dismantling Cerberus at Dia Del Diablo. Additionally, the destruction I bring to you and Cyclone will forever alter your careers. Winning a leather strap with metal plates? I guess that’s icing on the cake. As I stated before, should my team lose and Murrow fail to compensate me...then EAW will find themselves power slammed with a lawsuit from my legal team. At which point I’ll win a sum large enough to retire and live the rest of my days in platinum status. I know how much you love to play around with the “what if” scenarios, Daniels, but there’s no loopholes in my plan. I’ve patiently waited for years to regain my strength and return to this industry in order to fix my life. Every move I’ve made is executed with precision, only after careful deliberation. I’m untouchable, there’s no way to change that. Outside of the financial stability, my only motivation is exposing the wrestling industry and revealing the true nature of this unforgiving beast. This is where our biggest contrast lies, Daniels. All of the questions you’ve asked me is your discreet way of pondering your own insecurities about the future. Deep down within your core, these questions represent your interpretation of “tough times”. No spotlight, no championship matches, no main events, no relevancy, no fucks given. You’re wondering how Brian Daniels would survive without those elements.

That’s quite pathetic, those are the first world problems I’d expect out of these Grosse Pointe snobs. Daniels, you don’t know the meaning of pain. Try losing your home as a kid while growing up in one of the roughest neighborhoods in America. Try leaving my education behind and wrestling in high school gyms to support your mother. Try selling out on everything you believe in, becoming a corporate lackey, to secure your finances. Try enduring some of the most vicious atrocities ever committed in this industry, such as being thrown off a titantron or being burned alive. Try spending countless nights on a couch, rendered unable to move due to the intense pain you’ve endured over the years. Try wishing you were dead once and for all to eliminate the pain and the loneliness. This isn’t a sob story, Daniels, this is reality. Maybe since none of these events took place while I was under an EAW contract they aren’t “real” to you. Make any claims you wish about who I am, but you cannot deny my roots. My origins turned me into the man I am today. For every obstacle presented in my path, I successfully climbed over, becoming tougher each time. Becoming tough as diamond. Working with Nick Angel doesn’t say a damn thing about who I am. Our partnership is merely my means of making an honest living and restoring my glorious life that was spoiled by little brats like you. The symphony of suffering and our matches over the next few weeks will allow the evil within you to thrive, Daniels. Although the paycheck is my reward, I’ll get great pleasure in watching your career crumble. Without the tag team titles, the love of the fans, and a direction in this business, you will see me as an equal. You will see the world through my eyes. You will finally understand why I am tough…...as……..diamond.

(DC rehearses “Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night”, suddenly disappearing at the end of the poem. The camera goes black for a few moments, returning to show the park bench DC previously sitting on ignited. Laying on the bench is a photo of Brian Daniels with the World Heavyweight Championship, which is slowly burnt to ashes. The camera footage itself appears to burn until only a black screen remains.)

VOLTAGE #3

A DIFFERENT APPROACH

OR

WELCOME TO THE CONGREGATION

Romans 8:28
….And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose….

A black bible was sitting on the table sitting on a table just outside of a church. The book was emblazoned with a white and red gothic-style cross on it. A hand grazed over it slowly, as the camera panned up to a sullen Phoenix Winterborn. He looked around, and adjusted his thin tie, looking at the camera.

"It is easy to be led astray in this world. It is easy to fall prey to the cardinal sins. Brother Ahren is of simple mind, for he has fallen. But judge not, he knows not what he does. Brother, I can save you. I can give you the salvation that you need, that you so desire. But heed my words closely because I only offer salvation once. Once you deny me, and deny the name of the Father...I will have no choice but to strike you down in his name. For my father is a just entity, but he is also a vengeful one. Those who deny him here on Earth, are the same ones that will deny him at the gates of Heaven, and will therefore be cast into the Lake of Fire upon judgement day."

“If you think that this is a stark contrast from what you have seen thus far, Brother Ahren…you would be correct. You see, you have brought this upon yourself. You have brought this wrath of the Almighty to your front door. Your endless mockery of me, my name, and my accomplishments have resounded with me, brother. My accomplishments are nothing to make light of, I can assure you of that. I feel that I did not NEED to state whether I emerged victorious in those venues to get across what I have done, but if you insist. The only venue I did not come out the victor in was in Met Life Stadium. Please trust me in the fact that wherever I go, people follow. They do not follow me because of the matches I may win or lose, no. They follow me because I am the way they seek. I am the one that relates to them in a way that you will never be able to. If I am this ‘enhancement talent’, as you so commonly refer to me ask, please explain to me brother…how is it that no matter who stands opposite to me, the adulation you hear is almost deafening."

“Now, I could become upset. I could lash out at you. I could do all those things that would honestly make me no better than you. But..I am above you, brother Ahren. I take the high road, whereas you have no idea what that even is. While I am here, allow me to explain to you what the New Era means. Compared to some of the more veteran EAW talents, I am still new here. I am in my rookie year, but if you happen to see my exploits here, you will observe that I bring things to the table that honestly no one has ever seen before. I bring with me the sixteen years of traveling and perfecting my craft thanks in part to people like you, brother. People who believe themselves to be everything and more, but burn out like a match in short order, leaving nothing but dust, a rotten smell, and a bad taste in people’s mouth. That is what I see in you. I can still offer you salvation, brother Ahren. But, I can see it in your eyes. You will deny me, just like you will deny my father. You will cast us aside for your own self-serving greed, and lust. Your pride that you wish to carry over me, and my recent outings will be your downfall. I may not consider myself the best anymore, and I will be the first to call those people who are better than me. But, to think that I do not have what it takes anymore? Asinine, brother. Simply laughable. This weekend, on the day of our Lord, you will see your day of Reckoning. That much, I can promise you. That much, brother Ahren…is inevitable."

“In the name of the Father…and of the Son…and of the Holy Spirit…Amen. Praise…be thy holy name."

SHOWDOWN #3 AJ PEREZ

(AJ is shown sitting on a steel chair backstage against a wall)

First of all there is something major I have to point out. Rattik what I say is happening in the future is not hopes. I don't talk about hopes because what happens in my future is prophecies. You can deny me all you like but I have the legendary Ashten Cross's stamp of approval to prove it. I am the most popular, entertaining, talented thing that this brand has to offer. When your head got sandwiched in that chair I laughed my ass off. If that puts the so called Unstoppable force in Hospital then I wonder what will happen when I stomp his head into the canvas. Will his head pop like a balloon and become useless and irrelevant? Becuase that's what is gonna happen Rattik and it is only just a matter of time. You can talk about fear all you want but the only thing I fear is myself because if I get too comfy and have too much fun in the ring only I know what is gonna happen. I am unpredictable and you just can't be ready for me. The only thing you can expect from my match is a decisive victory with my hand being raised. If showdown is gonna prove anything it is gonna prove Ashten right. It is gonna prove that AJ Perez is not some overhyped fluke. It is gonna prove that AJ Perez is the next big thing. I don't set goals I exceed them. Raticate I killed you in the games and it does not mean I cannot do it again. Watch out because AJ Perez is about and he has a can of whoopass and it has your name on it.

You can come in here thinking your all untouchable. You can run through everybody but you cannot run through me. I am like Snorlax and you need a PokeFlute to get by. As soon as I joined I touted myself as the next big thing. The best in fact. That is because I am. I am better than you Rattik. Never in your wildest dreams will you even come close to me. You can't touch this. You cannot beat this. On showdown I will do what no one on this earth thinks I can do and that is beat you. I will prove everyone wrong. You are not this machine, this powerhouse that everyone makes you out to me. You are not a monster, you are a man with a pulse and you can be beaten. I am gonna take that stupid little cross off your shirt and shove it down your thraot. I am gonna slay the beast. I will rip you in half. I will shatter your face when I stomp it. I am gonna enjoy every second of it. Your face is not gonna be the first I have smashed and it certainly will not be the last. I am gonna break the face of the guy who acts like he runs this place. Dominican Republic is the place to be. Not because of you guys because of me. The future is in the house and this will be forever known as the place where the future ruined the deranged one. This is gonna be the sight of Rattiks first and last match with EAW. I cannot wait too see your plan to try and take me down. Wait you are too stupid too bring a game plan. This match is gonna fall flat on its face for you. Its not gonna work out the way you see it, just like YOUR WHOLE FUCKING CAREER, ONE BIG DISSAPOINTMENT. This is your chance of a lifetime Rattik but I am gonna prove that you are nothing.