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Carlos: DOES ANYONE DOUBT THAT I AM ONE OF THE MOST GIFTED PROFESSIONAL ATHLETES ON EARTH NOW!? I just went out there and beat your EAW Champion and your “Challenger” to my Championship at Grand Rampage. Easily. Furthermore, I humiliated Lioncross. I showed him what a true piledriver is like. You noticed that he didn’t just get back up, didn’t he? He laid there on the floor, limp as a cold fish about to be sold at a marketplace! Are you impressed enough now?

(Carlos takes a moment to collect his thoughts before pointing at the CWF Championship belt laying on the floor.)


Carlos: That title means nothing without me. If I am to lose it, it may as well cease to exist. Chris Elite. Stephanie Matsuda. Piff Fumador. Lucas Johnson. These names don’t excite me. These names in fact BORE me. I didn’t resurrect the crown jewel of my career to be handed appetizers. I needed something to sink my teeth into. I’ll be honest. I wanted someone else to stand where Lioncross is standing right now. I wanted Heart Break Boy but he retired. I wanted Dark Demon but he had pressing business elsewhere. Mexican Samurai would be a welcome challenger but he has a belt and is challenging for another. Lioncross is what I have to make due with to amuse myself with at the Grand Rampage. So be it. I’m going to humiliate and torture him on a global stage. And then, on that same stage, I will secure my place in the MAIN EVENT of Pain for Pride by winning the Grand Rampage. I’m sure you idiots have questions. Hurry up, I have a plane to catch to London! MAKE THIS SHIT SNAPPY!

(The interviewers murmur among themselves momentarily before one of them, a young blonde reporter stands up and begins to speak.)

Interviewer #1: You seem very confident that you will be going to Grand Rampage as the CWF World Heavyweight Champion, you still have a match to go against Lucas Johnson on Battleground. Don’t you think that maybe even in your mind Lucas Johnson may present more challenges than you give him credit?

(Carlos glares at the reporter for a moment before answering. His voice is low, calm and even.)


Carlos: I don’t underestimate or overestimate him. Lucas Johnson is not a total lost cause. He can wrestle and I know that he is hungry for a big win. The fact of the matter is though that I don’t care about that. I have somewhere to be in South Bend, Indiana next weekend and guess what? If I have to trample an NCAA Wrestling Champion to get there, I’m going to trample an NCAA Wrestling Champion. He knows what he’s stepping into…I think and hope so anyway. He’s the one who ran his mouth off after seeing me pick apart every single person who has come up to challenge me for that belt. Does he truly believe that his “attempts” and “willingness to give his all” are really going to mean shit against me? Ask Stephanie Matsuda how that pie-in-the-sky bullshit worked for her. It didn’t. It didn’t get her one step of the way. He, I’m sure, will have already failed in his attempt to win the EAW Pure title and his string of failures will not end with me. In fact, I’m promising the absolute worst and most embarrassing loss of his career to date. I will torture him slowly. People are going to believe that being hung, drawn, and quartered is making a comeback in London with the severity of the beating that he’s going to take. For now, though, I’ll let him and people like you believe that he is capable of doing anything other than offering me a casual warmup before my contest with Lioncross.

(Another reporter begins to speak up in Japanese with Mao shaking her head with a worried expression before Carlos grabs a water bottle and launches it towards the guy’s face.)

Carlos: BAKAYARO! WE ARE IN AMERICA! SPEAK ENGLISH, YOU LAZY FUCKER!

(The reporter bows deeply, his shirt wet from the water splashing onto his shirt.)

Interviewer #2: I’m sorry…. Lioncross has…many criticisms about you. How does that make you feel?
Carlos: I don’t give a fuck what criticisms he has for me. Honestly, when you look at wrestlers who have had longevity, who have been GREAT champions across the world, does LIONCROSS flash as a name that actually means anything to our sport? Really? What did he ever do besides lucking his way to a CWF World Heavyweight Championship? If this were someone with half a brain, someone like Tony Rolland or GI Styles or Jaywalker, even Impact despite the fact that I hate his stinking guts on principle alone…. I’d listen. I’d respect them. That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t fight them or anything, but I do RESPECT them. Lioncross is just a blip on the Doppler radar of professional wrestling. You want to know what I am in comparison, a Category Five hurricane. A destructive force that has laid waste to organization after organization, tearing through anyone who dares to get in my way. So, to answer your stupid question, it makes me feel nothing when Lioncross criticizes me because I have ABSOLUTELY ZERO RESPECT FOR HIM AS A WRESTLER OR AS A HUMAN BEING. Next moron.

(A young plump redhead with an English accent begins to speak up when the other reporters are very slow to respond.)

Interviewer #3: Lioncross has pointed out that you were never the last official CWF World Heavyweight Champion anyway and that your claim to the title is an arrogant one and a farce. How do you respond to such statements?

(Carlos stares over the woman for a moment.)

Carlos: You know, I figured someone would bring that up.



(Bending down for a moment, he scoops the CWF World Heavyweight Championship off the floor and puts it back on his shoulder.)

Carlos: This belt is MY property. When I defeated Donovan T at the final Wrestling Classic, I became essentially the owner of all CWF materials, intellectual rights, so on and so forth. To keep a long story short, it doesn’t matter who the final champion was, I can do whatever I please. If I wanted to bring back the Dominas Championship and put it on the waist of my apparent apprentice Stephanie Matsuda, I’d do so. IF I wanted to bring back the CWF World Tag Team Championships and team with Mexican Samurai, nothing Lioncross could say or do would stop me from doing so. If I wanted to bring back the North American Championship and give some of the younger hungrier men on the Showdown roster something to fight for, I would do it. And there would not be a thing he could do about it. Regardless of how he feels about how I attained this belt, there will be NO dispute from anyone that I have defended this belt against anyone who has the testicular fortitude necessary to face me. They have all failed. Just like Lucas Johnson will fail in London and just how Lioncross will fail in South Bend.

Interviewer #4: Lioncross has made it known that his reason for fighting has nothing particularly to do with the title itself but with beating you up, for lack of better terms. He wants to seemingly end your career and cost you the Grand Rampage. With some of your actions in the last two months, is his stance not justified?

Carlos: His stance is justified as much as Santa Clause exists. I tried to be amicable. I tried to simply tell him to go away, that his presence was not required in EAW. But what does he do? He keeps coming back. He types on social media like he’s the millennial reincarnation of Forrest Gump. He throws out subtle jabs at me never telling you people what a degenerate and prick he first was when he broke into CWF in the first damn place. I beat up people he holds dear for sport. It’s funny to me. I’d do it again if I was offered the opportunity to do so.

Interviewer #5: You have done something unique in EAW history. You are a World Champion who has also decided to enter the Grand Rampage and have been granted entry. Doesn’t your entry in this match demean your own title and how do you plan on pacing yourself for such a grueling match especially when you have to face Lioncross beforehand, assuming you defeat Lucas Johnson Tuesday evening.

Carlos: No, it does not demean this. You know what it does? It amplifies it. The pressure, the desire to win, it amplifies everything. Not only do I carry the title of World Champion into Grand Rampage, I also carry a target on my back. You notice that there are a lot, A LOT, A LOT of wrestlers already talking about how they are going to win the grand rampage. Every year, it’s a never-fucking ending stream of bullshit from people who don’t know any better! I’ve learned over the years to cut out the chatter and focus my attention on people who actually can do some damage and the occasional few people that piss me off.

What’s that you say, you want me to handicap the field for you? You want me to tell you who I think actually could win this thing? El LANDERSON!

Kidding.

But let’s look over some of the participants, one by one shall we?

Y2Impact, the rechristened “machine”. I know this man incredibly well. He is one of the greatest of all time, I’m not even going to dispute it. He knows all about me, and believe me I know all about him. I’ve had some of my most draining, frustrating matches with him. I don’t like him but damn it all I respect him. He is one of the most viable candidates, especially if he is blessed with a late draw and can come into the fray completely fresh. An opponent that should be respected.

There’s Cameron Ella Ava, the lovely but deadly Vixens representative. Although I generally find myself rather bored by women wrestling in matches like these I’m not sure she can’t just win it. Brian Daniels among others has proven that you don’t have to be the biggest, strongest, or even the smartest individual to be one of the last ones standing at the end. All you have to do is be vicious enough, tough enough and lucky enough. She’s been doing her fair share of all of these things of late. I would not totally rule out her winning this thing and making a big splash.

Dark Demon, of course, who I see has not failed to provide his usual inaccuracy or two. I think he said something recently about someone tying the record of Vic Vendetta and myself for failed title opportunities or something in EAW. Something to that effect was said. Funny thing is, whenever I have had straight up 1-vs-1 matches with someone for a title I win them more often than not. The only WORLD Championship opportunity I was ever actually granted was in an Elimination Chamber match. I don’t have to tell you people that shit can happen in those matches that can’t be predicted. That said, another person who I have to take seriously.

Sure, there’s others like JJ Silva (laughs)…Oh, that one. Always standing in the shadow of someone, isn’t he? First he couldn’t get anything but second fiddle in the worst EAW faction of all time, the Iconomy. Now he’s Crash’s towelboy and Scott Oasis, the Charisma Vacuum himself, he’s Oasis’s personal fluffer. Those of you who are unaware of what that means I’ll explain later in the airport lounge before my flight.

Lucian Black…ugh. Big strong guy. Tough as a rock, but also dumber than a rock. He could be a factor, but then again he could not be. There’s another guy involved too. Some Russian person who’s name I can’t pronounce. I think I’ve wrestled him once or twice but honestly he’s forgettable and bland as a McDonalds burger. I mean, you eat it, you shit it out, but at the end of the day it wasn’t anything special to you. I have no strong feelings of disdain or anything when I think of the possibility of facing him.

There is one name above all others that is in this field that I am really, REALLY looking forward to seeing again. This person ROBBED me of my most crucial moment, my Pain for Pride moment. Jamie O’Hara. It’s been a long, long time since I’ve crossed paths with him. We were battling in London last year. I was literally inches from being the man who held all of EAW in the palm of his hand. And he took it all away from me. Do any of you know how satisfying that would be for me to return the favor to him? To make him pay for what he’s done? To HUMILIATE AND TAKE FROM HIM AS HE HUMILIATED AND TOOK FROM ME! THAT WOULD BE BETTER THAN SEX!

There are only about 10 or 11 people that I actually think will have a shot to win this thing and honestly I’m one of those 10 or 11 people. I have traveled down this road before. I have prepared for months for this moment.

Interviewer #5: What do you have to say to the competitors in the Grand Rampage and to the two men you will face in Singles Competition the week leading up to that moment?

Carlos: I think I’ve already covered that; you know? I said that I was going to beat the fuck out of Lucas Johnson, and I will. There is no disputing that at all. I will make him cry like a little girl on international television. And then, I’m going to catch a flight from London straight to Indiana to rest my body and prepare for what lies ahead. Lioncross does not concern me. He talks about carrying ME but in reality I have never needed anyone to carry me. Even my tag team partner of note, GI Styles, one of the greatest Champions that EAW has ever had on its roster, DID NOT CARRY ME! I want the people in the Grand Rampage to know something. I didn’t sign up for this competition to phone it in. I came to win and make history. Ever since I arrived on Showdown, I have yet to be beaten. Mexican Samurai couldn’t do it. Dark Demon couldn’t do it. Chris Elite and Piff Fumador damn sure couldn’t do it. LIONCROSS couldn’t’ do it. Once I make my debut on Battleground, in front of thousands of fans in the prestigious Royal Albert Hall, you are all going to understand even MORE why I am one of EAW’s most feared competitors. And believe me, they do fear me. Why do you think so many people who have spoken about the Grand Rampage mention my name? THEY MENTION IT BECAUSE IT IS THE NAME OF THE CWF WORLD CHAMPION, THE ONLY REAL WORLD CHAMPION THAT SHOWDOWN HAS! THEY KNOW, THAT SINCE 2007, THE NAME CARLOS ROSSO HAS BEEN SYNONYMOUS IN THIS SPORT WITH EXCELLENCE! I DON’T NEED A CRAPPY STABLE, CREEPY VIGNETTES, A BLAND, MECHANICAL PERSONA, MASKS, OR A PAIR OF TITS TO MAKE MY MARK IN THIS COMPANY OR ANYWHERE ELSE I’VE BEEN! MY HANDS, FEET, ELBOWS AND KNEES HAVE LEFT PLENTY OF MARKS AND BROKEN A LOT OF PEOPLE’S DREAMS!

Mao: We went into the Grand Rampage last year with a plan. We thought that we had a foolproof way of making sure that one of the two members of Dynamite Rain would be standing last. We trusted GI Styles…and he turned his back on us and eliminated us when everything was just within reach. This time, Carlos Rosso will go further than the final eight. He will go to the very top and take what belongs to him. Fatigue will not be a factor seeing he is the best conditioned athlete in the history of EAW. Strength and other measurable will not be factors either. Neither will his desire. Time after time, we have had to watch people younger, less talented, more connected with the front office become champion again and again and again. We watched them win tournaments, we’ve watched people win the Cash in the Vault, we’ve watched them win the Grand Rampage. THAT ENDS APRIL 30^th! Keep that date in your minds and on your hearts. Commit it to memory. Because that is the day that Carlos Rosso is going to destroy Lioncross then advance to the Battle Royal to END all Battle Royals.

Carlos: Lioncross and Victor Vendetta were made examples of tonight. The hapless one will be made an example of in London. And then, in South Bend, it will be time for everyone to go to school.

LESSON NUMBER ONE: ACCEPT THAT CARLOS ROSSO IS…. ICHIIIIIIIIBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN.



LESSON NUMBER TWO: ACCEPT THAT YOU ARE NOT.


I’m done.

(Abruptly cutting his press conference short, Carlos and Mao storm out of the makeshift press conference area, Carlos decking a reporter who is attempting to ask him another question.)

Carlos: No more questions, are you DEAF? ARE YOU STUPID? ARE YOU ANOTHER RELATIVE OF LIONCROSS THAT NEEDS TO BE BITCHSLAPPED!? Oh…. you work for Fox Sports. My bad.



(Laughing and stepping over the reporter, Carlos continues to walk away from the scene.)

 
 
 
So Grand Rampage is only a week away.  With that being said it is now time for all the sob stories and why they HAVE to win this match.  That their destined to win this match and how they’ve been waiting for this moment there who lives.   See I’m not here to make up some lame stories.  I’m not here to have all the fans soaked up so they can behind me going into the match.  That’s because I don’t need their support to win.  I never needed their support to win.  Night after night every time I step into that ring they boo me.  They hate everything I do and everything I stand for.  I mean the hate is heating up more these past couple of weeks than ever before.  Yet has that stopped me? Have I not won every damn match I’ve been in for damn near a month already? They boo the shit out of me every time my theme hits and they see me on Big Mikes shoulders.   I don’t let it get into my head like others would and that’s because I am not like the others.  I am Chris Elite!  I am whole different breed from these other “Elitist”.  I look over at the fans and just give them a smug look and go out there and do what I do best and that’s be great.  That’s being phenomenal that’s being CHRIS ELITE! Something the fans nor anyone in the Grand Rampage can’t be even if they tried their very best.   Now you guys can go ahead and you can lie about how you don’t want to be like Chris Elite.  You don’t want to be like some asshole who leaves then comes back whenever he pleases.  You can claim you don’t want to be the guy who hasn’t won a title in EAW in damn near 7 years.  However I know your lying I know deep down if you put all that other bullshit to the side.  That I would be EVERYONE’S idol in EAW.  If I would of stuck around with leaving once.  If I would of won a couple of titles YOU GUYS WOULD LOVE ME!  I mean behind closed doors and when your alone half of you fans already do love me.  You all have posters of me in your room hung up on the wall.   Now girls have me on their wall for different reasons then the men do.  See the men put me up on my poster on their wall and set that as a goal.  They want to look like me and be like me in every single way.  And well the woman many of you should know why they have me on their walls.  Hell even the Elitist here look up to me on the low.  They love what I can do in the ring that they can’t do in their brightest dreams.
 
 
Now like I told everyone I am not here to hit you with no sad ass story like.  “My mother died and the last thing I told her is that I will win Grand Rampage in 2016”.   Or “In order to pay my landlord I must win this match”.   Wait I got one more… “My dad left me so I promised to myself I’d win Grand Rampage to make sure he comes back”.    See I don’t need to say any of this lame shit because my mom is still with me.  My dad is still with me and my rent has been paid for the next 5 years.  Winning this match isn’t about any of that for me.   It’s simply about proving a point.  A point I’ve been trying to prove since I stepped foot back into an EAW ring.   The point being that I didn’t come here to be thrown around like all the other times you have seen me in this ring.  I’ve came here to make sure EVERYONE and I mean EVERYONE remembers who I am.   I don’t want to go down in the books as the guy who just left a bunch of times and returned just to do the same thing.  I don’t want to be the guy who has never won a single title.  Nope I refuse to go down in history like that.  I want to go down in history as the man everyone doubted and slept on but yet still came out on top.   See because somehow I’m one of if not the most slept on people in this 40 man Grand Rampage match.   I’m used to it though I’ve been slept on my whole career in EAW.  I was slept on in damn near every match that I’ve been in over the past couple of weeks and what have I done?  I won them.   This match will be no different I will be the one headlining our biggest show ever in Pain for Pride.   No more 24/7 Battle Royale matches at Pain for Pride.  Nope that’s getting to old.  This time I want to MAIN EVENT PAIN FOR PRIDE!  I want to have one of special entrances there I want to have that whole stadium to boo me like they always do.   I want Big Mike to carry me out to the ring and this time not having it be for some lame ass match but the MAIN EVENT OF PAIN FOR PRIDE!  I don’t want to do the Box Office Smash at any old Showdown or to any random opponent.  I WANT TO BOX OFFICE SMASH SOMEONE AT PAIN FOR PRIDE AGAINST WHATEVER WORLD CHAMPION I CHOOSE!  I want to be the one on Showdown who brings home the Grand Rampage victory.  I should be the favorite!  Not Aren, not Jamie or even Xavier.  I want to prove to everyone when I say I’m the face of Showdown it isn’t just shit talk its real talk it’s 200 percent fact!  I should be the favorite and after it’s all said and done all the rumor sites all the fans are going to wish they did make me the favorite! All those “Experts” are going to wish they didn’t count me out of this match.  I promise you that.  I can look you in the eyes and tell you this without cracking a smile. 
 
 
 
I don’t care about the guys like Lucian Black.  Why should I be?  The man has been a favorite to win damn near every big match he’s ever been in.  Anyone care to remind me what happened with most of those? That’s right he couldn’t get it done.  Can Grand Rampage be any different?  Well maybe it could if I wasn’t in it but since I am you fans of his will yet again see your hero fail.  You guys will witness him coming so close to getting it done but failing again.  However with that being said if you’ve been a fan of his long enough it shouldn’t be anything you’re not used to right? The Samoan Superman is known for that type of stuff.  Oh my fault I forgot he thinks he’s the Punisher now.  And when Spider-Man is hot in 2017 he’ll nickname himself that.   Maybe when Suicide Squad hit’s theaters he’ll call himself the Joker.  That’s simply because this man isn’t original he can’t think for himself he has to use movies and all this other shit as an inspiration.  I’m sure when he saw The Titanic whatever company he was in he started to think he was Jack.  That’s just the type of guy Lucian is.  A failing when he should be succeeding super hero and big name copycat.   That’s all he’ll ever be.  Because I will stop him from cementing his name in history as a Grand Rampage winner.
 
 
I’ll stop everyone from cementing their name in legacy.   Especially you Aren.  For some reason out of all the Showdown guys and all the EAW guys you are somehow the favorite.  You are somehow the person everyone wants to see walk in and win.  Well I’m sorry to burst the bubble of you and the fans but it isn’t going to happen.  I refuse to let it happen.  I should be the one I WILL BE THE ONE! Bringing that Grand Rampage win to Showdown.  Not you or Jamie or even Cam.  I will be the one to go on the next Showdown and tell everyone.  I WON THE GRAND RAMPAGE! IT WAS ME WHO OUT LASTED 39 OTHER ELITIST TO HEADLINE PAIN FOR PRIDE!  The Russian Prince won’t win this The Fresh Prince of Showdown will.  God’s Given Greatness will walk out of this match the winner.  I don’t need to be in no “Power Couple” to be noticed or to be relevant.  Matter of fact after the bell rings and my hand is raised and I’m being announced winner of the Grand Rampage.   Right at that moment Aria will realize she needs a winner.   Not some guy who loses to people who weren’t in the match in the first place.   Aren you are kind of like Lucian you have a history of choking during big moments when you’re the so called favorite.  You did it during King of Elite when you were the favorite to win that.   Then you did it during the world title match.  People claim that those matches were stolen from you and I am telling you now to expect no different next weekend.
 
 
Let’s bring up one of the other “Dark Horses” in this match.  JJ Silva a good friend of mine.  But in that ring especially for this match there is no friends and there is no respect for anyone.  So why not start off early before Grand Rampage?  Drop the respect and let’s bring up facts.  
 
Fact #1:  You went from having your own “Bitches” in Iconomy to now being the bitch of Zack Crash.
 
 
Fact #2:  You despite being the leader was the most uninteresting person in Iconomy.
 
 
Fact #3:  You’re going to have to have to go with option number 2 on that little list you had because you won’t be winning Grand Rampage.
 
 
Now I’m not trying to sound like everyone this whole week.  With the whole “I’m going to win this match” “No I’m going to win this match”.  I don’t plan on going back and forth with everyone or I’ll be here all day and I’ll get very annoyed.  I just here to let you know with me in this match none of you have a chance.   I don’t care if Omerta tries to back you up going into this match you still don’t stand a chance.  JJ you are the dark horse for a reason.  Matter of fact you aren’t even a dark horse.  You are just the person that will be eliminated and no one will care.  No one will bat an eye once it happens because no one was expecting you to walk out the winner in the first place.   They don’t care about the win’s you have against guys like Tyler Parker and neither do I.   Because it won’t help you win this match.  None of those past victories you love to bring up every time you can will help you this week.   After Grand Rampage nothing changes for you.  You just go back to Dynasty as the bitch for Scott and Zack nothing less nothing more.  For me though? Everything changes I go from being one of the most hated to being the most loved!   You know these fans love to hop on bandwagons and after next week they’ll be hopping on mine. 
 
 
 
Funny how the world works isn’t it? After being one of the most hated for being too cocky and not humble enough.  I’ll be the most loved once everyone sees the reason I am so cocky and why I am not humble.  After Grand Rampage you know what I say to being humble? The same thing I’ve been saying about it for years… FUCK IT!    No need to be humble when you’re me.  When I grew up I didn’t want to be like no one else but myself.    I didn’t look at any of these legends or hall of famers here as an inspiration or anything else.  I wanted to be better than them and soon enough I can honestly say I will be.   Soon enough kids won’t be shy to say they look up to me like they are now.   These kids will no longer be hated for liking me and being my fan they will be worshipped just like I will be!  So as I said before “Oh it’s your time now”.  Well guess what?
 
 
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The flight to London was a smooth one. Ever since I raged at Samurai I've felt more relaxed. Of course that came at a price;  the internet is overflowing with 'Cloud Loses LOL' memes these days. I felt like I needed to express some frustration, but once again Alex was right. I was more upset with myself than him. I was upset with my own lack of strength to reinforce my convictions.

As #TeamElite (The nickname Chris gave us) walked out of the airport, I could feel Cailin's gaze linger in my direction. We didn't get a chance to speak much after the incident in Cali and she made it obvious that it was something to be discussed about. The last few months took its toll on me, and I was known for isolating myself from my loved ones in times of stress. If I wanted to change for the better, that habit had to be voided.

"Guys," I began while grabbing Cailin's hand. "Cai and I will meet up with you guys later."

Everyone turned around. Aren put an arm around Aria and knowingly nodded. Aria followed with a warm smile. Tarah was on the phone with her man, but gave a reassuring gesture. Big Mike shrugged, and Chris threw up his hands in protest.

"Come on ladies!" He pleaded. "I thought we were gonna hit the town!"

I don't know what kind of look Cailin gave him, but Chris turned around and began looking for a taxi.

Once everyone left, Cai lead me over to an empty bench. A feeling of dread fell over me as we placed our luggage to the side.

"Start." Cailin's voice felt like a hot knife.

"S-start what?" I tried not to stammer.

Cailin crossed her arms, eyes narrowed. "Don't play stupid Matsuda. As of lately you've been either avoiding us or raging at Alex and Haruna. Yeah Aria and I helped ya with your promo but I can tell your mind's been cloudy. No pun."

"Cai..." I sighed. "I...well-"

"Before you speak I want you to think carefully. You know how I feel about being lied to. You also know how I feel about people with trashy attitudes. Because right now Steph, the only place this attitude of yours belong is in the trash. You are akin to that trash can. Yeah, that one over there right next to you. I don't have time for trash, but I will it take it out if I have to."

Time seemed to slow down for a moment as I considered Cailin's words. What I loved about my lady was also what I feared most from her: her brutal honesty. My mouth opened, but I was at lost for words. Cai was right. I didn't want the worst of me to ruin the best of us. 

"You don't have to say anything Steph" Cailin continued. "Just keep in mind what I've said and keep your attitude in check. You'll kick Alex's ass one day. Just not right now."

That was my reality. I was nowhere close to being as good as the Mexican Samurai. I couldn't even beat Haruna at her own game. I knew I had the skills to defeat her, but blind rage was my flaw. I forsaken the Sky Princess and now my kingdom was falling into the ocean. The War Queen can't exist without the Sky Princess and vice versa. But in order for them to co-exist, Stephanie Mia Matsuda had to focus. The right balance of daredevil heroism and dark horse brutality was the key to unlocking my true potential. Cailin interrupted my thoughts with a kiss. The feeling of her lips was everything.

"Stop being stuck in your own head and be the Steph we all know and love...the Steph I love."

"Cai..."

"Yeah I know. It's the first time I've said it to you. Don't get all mushy on me."

"Heh...I won't. There's more we have to discuss."

"I know...but right now I just want to make out with my Blasian Barbie."

I don't call her Baelin for nothing.


Anarchy in the UK. That's what our match is going to be like Nobimon. I hope your match against JD didn't take too much out of you because I'll give no quarter. I don't care how many matches you've had, at the end of the day your my opponent. This is something I'm growing accustomed to; battling friends and family. Yeah...I consider you to be a friend Nobi. It doesn't take much to befriend a Steph Matsuda. But ut does take a lot to forge a bond made of steel. My Formation sisters taught me as much.

That little skit you did was cute. You're pretty creative when you put a thinking cap on that little dummy head of yours. Unfortunately that creativity won't help you in our match Nobi. I'm nothing like JD Damon - who by the way I valet for a few summers prior. He was a perfect gentleman too. If you win then kudos to you! If not...then it's gonna suck to be you because after Battleground you'll be two losses in debt and I'll be 20k richer and 18 matches away from becoming the FIRST female World mother fn' Champion. Will I be the Answer of Elite Wrestling? Will I be the Elite Answer of Wrestling? Or Will I just be the Heavyweight of the World? 

Find out on the next season of Nobiball Z. As for right now? I'll just settle for kicking your ass.

Wake up from a fantasy dream? If this was a fantasy dream I would be way past you and be on top of the mountain here at the land of the elite. This is just reality Carson, you think I wake up every morning thinking everything is possible? Do I think the billions of dollars in debt the United States as a whole is in right now will be payed off in our lifetime? Hell no! Do I think I can win the lottery tonight? Hell no! While this world is crazy in many different ways, there are a lot of surprises but some expected finishes. Teachers tell children at school everyday to aim for the sky and also say you can do anything in life because you can't just be all negative and lower there confidence level. Teachers are right most of the time, you can do anything you put your mind to. Some people do hard things in this world like run marathons that last over twenty five miles or even around the world in eight days or even live on an island for thirty nine days with seventeen other strangers and play for a million dollar prize and the title of Sole Survivor. Authority figures give out title matches because elitists deserve them, I think I deserve a title match because look at the legends in this business I stood up to on Voltage ever since I've been here. Other people on the Elite Answers Wrestling roster deserves title matches like Mexican Samauri at Grand Rampage, Tig Kelly against Scott Oasis for the World Heavyweight Championship....the list can go on and on. I don't bring up my aunt that's dealing with an illness to gain sympathy for the fan base around the world, I do it because I love her very much and I try and fight in her honor because family is always first, if I wasn't wrestling I would be right with her taking care of her. Also try to follow in the foot steps of StarrStan? I didn't go to wrestle at The Ohio State University just to be looked down as the next StarrStan. I went to The Ohio State University because I loved the sport of wrestling, I was bullied in middle school and needed something to pursue and try let some anger out that was building up for years and that is amateur wrestling. I was a huge fan of this company for all of my life and EAW came to me and wanted to recruit me to join the organization.

I know it was going to be a tough transition, you always have to go into every week with your head high and say to yourself I am going to win tonight....I am going to win tonight. You always have to give yourself positive thoughts in life because if you don't you will head to a really dark place and you will never succeed in life. I know each and every week I fall up short when the victory is right in my grasp but this is my first championship match in EAW and I refuse to screw it up. You may see a different side of me you have never seen before out of 'The Wrestling Machine' Lucas Johnson. Everything in my path will be destroyed until it is rightfully mine, that championship gold is everything you work for in this business. If you don't work to get to championship gold in this business then what the hell you are doing here? That's why Grand Rampage was so important to me and I was willing to risk my well being to make it into the biggest match of the year. If you win Grand Rampage you have one ticket to the main event of Pain for Pride and that's what everyone dreams of and that's having a Pain for Pride moment. I respect you for establishing the Pure Title Open Challenge because that's what a rightful champion does, defends his title like a man every week and put on an awesome show for the fans. You also make fun of me Carson and bring up that I bring up the fans too much and need to bring up myself more? Do you know why I come to work everyday? Do you know why I love performing in-front of live sold out crowds? It's because of the fans that love me and the fans that love this business that give me such adrenaline and excitement to come out and perform every night. Meanwhile today was my twenty second birthday, tomorrow will bring me a late birthday gift with printing the name of Lucas Johnson on the beautiful championship belt. See you tomorrow champ....I mean soon to be former champ.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

(The camera is shown backstage at a local Scotland convention center as Lucas Johnson is talking on his cell phone before he goes out for the Voltage press conference)

Yeah...yeah....yeah, could only be uphill from here. Thanks for the update....haha yeah, I will talk to you soon. Love ya, bye.

Agent: Everything alright?

Yeah just got an update on my Aunt Susan she isn't feeling well after her chemotherapy treatment. Puking everywhere and it's just a mess, she goes to the doctor next week to see if the tumor is still there.

("Run This Town" by Jay-Z plays over the loud speaker as Lucas Johnson walks out on stage and gets a warm reception from media and some of the EAW fans)

Thank you, thank you! Good to be here in Scotland for the first time in my life! Humbled and honored to be a part of the Voltage European Tour, it's truly an awesome experience to visit places I have never visited before. Italy last week and now Scotland, great to be here! Let's get some questions, who's first?!?

Media Personal #1: Good afternoon Lucas, my name is Jason from The Glasgow News...I was wondering if you had any comments on Liam Catterson on what he said about you a couple of hours ago?

Let me first off my saying thank you for the question and the rumors are true, as of right now I will be taking on Carlos Russo for the CWF World Heavyweight Championship next Monday on Battleground. But this Ladder match is far way more important to me and Grand Rampage as a whole as well. This is the biggest Grand Rampage match in history, I'm looking to make an impact and make one fast. What a perfect time it would be for myself to do it right before Pain for Pride 9 then at doing it at Notre Dame Stadium in-front of a sold out crowd. But anyway, back to Liam claiming that I was spitting out fiction. I am telling the hundred percent truth about my amateur wrestling career, why would I lie something about that? Why would EAW executives lie something about that when they signed me to this company and held a LIVE press conference? The only lies that are being told is you with your fake hair you were wearing and finally decided to take off that wig and get a buzz cut which I actually really like. By the way, sorry I got confused Venom and Johnny Ventura it was a true accident but it doesn't matter anyway because you lost the fucking match. Your not playing games huh? You also claimed you were going to go soft on me so Carlos Russo can finish the job.....if you want to break any bones in my body I fucking dare you, stop being a soft little pussy because before you can even grab me I will lock you in the Machine Break and have the officials evacuate you to the hospital real quick. No one wants to respect you because you don't give respect to them, stop acting like an asshole and learn the words of respect. Learn it and earn it. 

Media Personal #2: Hi Lucas, I am Jackie from The Daily News and was wondering on what Kenny Drake just put out moments ago?

Oh Kenny....I was actually just reading his stuff before I came out here. Haha well yes Kenny, my name is Lucas Johnson former NCAA Division I Heavyweight Champion and you should get used to that name. Wanna know why, because Sunday night the ring announcer will be saying "LADIES AND GENTLEMAN THE WINNER AND ADVANCING TO GRAND RAMPAGE IS.....LUCAS JOHNSON!" While you will be laying on the floor in a pile of your own blood I will be standing up on top of the ladder with a huge smile on my face! 

But enough of who said what and what the other people think in this match, the talking is meant for the ring and meant to talk with your fists. Wrestling is about fighting and putting on an awesome show for the fans around the world and trying your hardest to get the victory. Every week since I have arrived here at the land of the elite, multiple elitists have passed me on the road to success. It's not their fault, I'm actually happy for some of these guys. People like Phoenix Winterborn and the new Pure Champion Carson Ramsey deserve all the credit in the world for the talent they have. I'm not here to whine but I am here to tell all of you that no one will be passing me by down the highway to Grand Rampage. I'm going to be the one in the drivers seat and I'm going to sacrifice my body to climb to the top of the ladder and grab that contract that guarantees me an entry into Grand Rampage LIVE on the EAW Network. Some of these people in this match call my Aunt Susan having breast cancer all bullshit, well I let all of you know this. I just got a call from parents before I came out here saying she is currently puking her brains out after her chemotherapy treatment she had a couple of days ago. This tattoo on my arm that reads 'Forever Our Angel' with a breast cancer symbol is bullshit? Yeah right....I'm ready to break bones and kick whoever is in my way. Lucas Johnson is ready to evolve to the next level and the time for talking is done. Excuse me but I need to go train and let some of my frustrations out, thank you Scotland!

(The camera goes to black as Lucas Johnson walks off the stage and the media gives a round of applause)

Dynasty Promo #3








 

The scene opens inside the Beverly Hills Mansion home of EAW’s Self-Proclaimed Social Media Champion “Picture Perfect” Mark Michaels.  It here on a perfect southern California night, with clear skys, and the weather a comfortable seventy two degrees, that we find Michaels gaze not turned to the heavens, but to his seventy inch UHD television which he standing in front of. 




Stew-O: "SECOND POWERBOMB! RHAEGAR IS PUNISHING LUCIAN BLACK RIGHT NOW! HE’S STILL NOT DONE! RHAEGAR LIFTS HIM UP! THIRD POWERBOMB! STILL NOT FINISHED AS RHAEGAR PULLS HIM UP TO HIS FEET! LUCIAN CAN BARELY STAND ON HIS FEET AS RHAEGAR SCREAMS RIGHT INTO HIS FACE BEFORE THROWING HIM INTO THE ROPES! HE LOOKS TO FINISH THE WRATH OF ARES WITH THE POP-UP POWERBOMB!"


Michaels takes a half step closer, his focus as intense as the action on the screen.




 Deadprez: "HE POPS HIM UP! SUPERMAN PUNCH! LUCIAN BLACK STRIKES WITH THE SUPERMAN PUNCH IN THE AIR FROM THAT LIFT UP! LUCIAN DROPS DOWN TO THE FLOOR AS RHAEGAR BOUNCES OFF THE ROPES! SPEAR! LUCIAN STRIKES WITH THE SPEAR THAT TEARS THROUGH RHAEGAR! LUCIAN HAS IT! HE HOOKS HIM BY THE LEG TO END IT HERE!"


Michaels slowly shakes his head no, partly from the disappointment of Rheagar  not landing the last pop up powerbomb, partly from the disbelief of seeing Lucian pull out that huge counter after taking so much punishment.


Referee: ONNNEEE!!!… TWWWOOO!!!… THHHRRREEE!!!


Michaels: "(under his breath) Son of a bitch.  (Normal inflection) What keeps him going?  He's either too stubborn, or to stupid to stay down.  Oh who am I kidding?  Everyone knows it's because he's dumber than a hollowed out pumpkin.  Look at you Lucian, you have bought into your own hype, and buried your head so far up your own ass, you wouldn't be able to tell shit, from apple butter.  And why wouldn't you?  for the past ten months, everyone and their mother has been kissing your ass with all kinds bullshit like 'The face of Dynasty Lucian Black', of 'Dynasty's top gun' but for all the hype, and all the praise, and all the glory that has been showered upon you, what have you actually acomplished?  I'll tell you what, absolutely nothing!  Now granted you have been here nearly a decade, and that's a lifetime when most of the men who sign with this company have a shelf life of about three and a half minutes.  But still, in all that time Lucian, you have failed when it came time to win the big one.  Whether it was the Triple threat at Pain for pride, or the Red Walls match at house of glass, or even the King of the Elite finals, just when it seem like you were finally going to take the next step, and cement your name among the greatest of the greats, you hesitated and took a half step back.  And you wonder why I have a problem with you the guy who represented Dynasty for that whole time when Zack Crash was looking to put the last nail in the coffin.  It's because even though you constantly screw up when everything is on the line, you somehow still manage to be the guy on every poster, every TV ad, every EAW Ice Cream bar for god's sake!  Meanwhile, I've had to toil with the bottom rung of the Dynasty brand just to get air time, and yet despite the fact that I have torn thru every last son of a bitch they've placed in front of me.  Despite the fact that I have proven time and again, that i deserve better from not just the brand of Dynasty, but from Elite Answers Wrestling as a whole, somehow I am constantly passed over in favor of overrated jackasses like you Lucian.  


And it's gone on for so long now that it burns a goddamn hole in my stomach, every single time I'm pulling up to the arena on Friday night, and it's your face on the banister, and your name on the marquee.  Well enough is enough, I'm done standing idly by, as the some over hyped, under developed, Samoan sloth, steal all the credit, glory, and opportunities away from the true heart and soul of Dynasty.  The man who worked his ass off to fill arenas the whole world over with his followers, the man who turned Dynasty into a ratings powerhouse with a single hash tag, the man who took the broken pieces of Dynasty that were left after Pain For Pride, and remade them in my image.  And in doing so, I made the Dynasty brand ever bit of Elite Answers Wrestling's equal.  And after nearly a year of being squandered, I am finally going to rise up, and claim my all that I am owed.  And you Lucian, after I am done with you, you won't be but a footnote in the history of the Mark Michaels era in EAW!  I am going to totally outclass you in each and every way imaginable. 


You are in for the beating of your life.  A grade-A ass kicking the likes of which you have never seen before.  After this Friday in Montreal, in front of a sold out Bell Center that will be packed with my followers, you'll have no choice but to finally, FINALLY, step aside and let those who are truly elite lead this brand.  You can't stop me, no one can.  Because there is no such thing, as better than Perfect, and you'll learn that first hand Lucian.


So bring your A-game, bring every trick, and tactic that you've learned in your time here.  You're going to need them in order to stand the slightest chance against me.  Believe you me Lucian, that one that bell ring, you will know beyond the shadow of a doubt, exactly why I am the Twitter Trendsetter.  Why I am the Instagram Icon.  You'll see why I have become the Hash Tag Hero to millions upon millions of followers from Alabama, to Zaire, and every place in between.  You will see that am the total package of Looks, charisma, and in ring skill that a boring, ugly, dunce cap wearing asshole like you, could never even hope to stand a chance against.  You will see why every single day, millions upon millions of people, hit that follow button, and cast their vote for me to represent them as their Undisputed Social Media Champion.  And I guarantee to each and every one of those followers, that I will prove to you Lucian, that I am the Destiny of Dynasty, the Brightest Burning Star that EAW will ever know, and most importantly,  that I am not a giant failure like you.  It's my hand that's going to be raised in victory this Friday, and come hell or high water Lucian, You will Picture THAT!"


A long moment passes where Michaels stares directly into the televised eyes of Lucian Black.


Michaels: "Yeah, you will."




FADE TO BLACK.

(Daniel Marshall is seen standing with his personal interviewer, Alex Sherwood)

Alex: So Daniel, lately some of your opponents have responded to you, including Victer Maero.

Daniel: Yeah, and it's about damn time he took his head out of Eclipse Diemos' head. I can only imagine he took so long to say anything about our match in some desperate, pathetic attempt to get the last word, and it showed, he didn't have anything of interest to say. Sure, some of it was funny, like the stuff against Cruise and Elite.

Alex: What about what he said about you?

Daniel: That wasn't very funny. I don't know what you were imitating Victer, but I don't stumble or mumble through my words. I speak clearly, and effectively, unlike Cruise and Elite. And I don't know what the hell you were insinuating about Alex and I. This guy is just some journalist intern who I hired because he is marginally better than whoever the hell is employed by EAW.

Alex: Gee, thanks...

Daniel: Implying homosexuality.... that just shows how uncreative and unoriginal you are Victer, that was nothing but a pathetic attempt at being edgy, and trying to get under my skin. It didn't work, I'll tell you that much. It just made me feel sorry for you. I also find it ironic that you attacked Brayden Cruise for swearing too much, but then you make these silly, middle school level insults, all while you are somehow in charge of a child. Can you say, “hypocrite”?

Alex: Speaking of Cruise, how about him? Wold you like to respond to him?

Daniel: Something else funny that he attacks me for being interviewed like this, but whenever he talks, it just turns into a rambling, incoherent, nonsensical diatribe, with nothing all that interesting to offer. Brayden, you can claim anything you want. You can claim to be the best wrestler in the world. But I am the only one in this match who can back it up inside the ring. You can talk all you want, even though the entire world as well as I would prefer you didn't, but when you, Chris, Victer and I all step into that ring on Battleground, you'll lean very quickly not to write checks you can't cash.

Alex: And what about Chris Elite?


Daniel: Christ, I've said all I need to say about that loser. Check out the EAW Feed if you want to see how I verbally destroyed that marble mouth coward. I'm sure he'll say something else, like Victer, in a desperate attempt to get the last word, and that'll expose him for the petty, desperate bitch that he is, as if that needed to be made any more clear. He'll probably say something like how I keep repeating myself, even though I'm not. He'll just say that because he can't refute anything I say to him, because he knows I'm right. Chris, if you want to get some positive attention, I'm sure those fans of yours at Walmart will be happy to boost your delicate little ego. You see, unlike you, I don't need an ego boost, because I know just how amazing I am, but if you're so unsure of yourself, you go to your precious Walmart, or Kmart if you're really desperate.

Christian you think you're so funny don't you? You think you are funny making fun of me and my family? I don't think so Christian, you need to be taught a lesson and that lesson is respect. You don't have my respect, you shouldn't have Kyousuke Miyahara's respect, you shouldn't have the respect of the fans around the world and especially Ashten Cross.....Mister Ashten Cross to put it to a tee. You act like everyone should bow down to your feet Locke, you aren't a Legend! You are apart of the hottest division on the roster right now and that is the New Breed division. This division is meant for the newbies that are going to be the bright future of the land of the elite. Future stars that will be main eventers in a few years but you shouldn't be apart of this division or even apart of the roster that we call the land of the elite. At first I thought you were all talk and just hyping up the triple threat match for Sunday but day by day I came to the conclusion you are just a total dick! I do not have a mom tattoo on my ass but I will tell you I recently got a tattoo on my arm that reads 'Forever Our Angel' with a breast cancer symbol right next to it for my aunt dealing with breast cancer.

I got to admit being here in Italy counting down the hours till showtime kinda sucks, because the butterflies are continuing to fill up and i'll admit I even puked a few times from being so nervous. Since I arrived here in Italy straight from Germany on Tuesday afternoon I got something to eat and went to bed that night and the next morning I went to the local gym and continued to train. The grind never stops for me each and every week and I even decided to add a little moves to my asset by taking some jiu jitsu classes to use it in the squared circle. My kicks are getting stronger day by day, just with one kick you can fall to the ground and can break your arm with The Machine Break. I even did some yoga classes while here in Italy to calm my body down and get mentally prepared for this match. I wish I had did these things while I was doing wrestling at the Ohio State University because they have really helped me get more focused and clean my emotions for this match. It's an absolute joke that you have zero respect for the Voltage General Manager - Ashten Cross, I hope this Sunday at ringside he talks some sense into you and makes you realize who's the one in Authority around here. Every week when I can't win the big one like against Hamau Koa, Ryan Young, Kenny Drake for the number one contenders match and even StarrStan I pick myself back up and focus on the next match I have. People come up to me backstage in the locker room and praise me for having such a great heart and not giving up people like Xavier Williams, Azumi Goto and even Scott Oasis, it's remarkable how much respect I have from the people in the locker room but there will be haters in this business. Some people think that I should have stayed as an amateur wrestler back in Atlanta and think this place is for independent wrestlers only and I say screw you to them, this is America I have a freedom to do whatever I want and do as I please. This week I will not let my family down, I will not let the locker room down, I will prove the haters wrong and I will prove to Ashten Cross and everyone all around the world why I belong to be here.

Christian I think you are forgetting about someone, while we are talking there is someone else in this match. Kyousuke Miyahara is the third person in this match and is like a silent assassin probably focusing on our weakness' and training like their is no tomorrow. Enough with the talking it's time to walk the walk, it's turning back from here I hope you and Kyousuke bring your 'A' game tomorrow.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 

Inglewood, California.

(Aria and Cloud walk into the Briarwood Community Center, watching a local promotion set up for a show.)

Aria: Man, it's been a while! Feels like the Indy days all over again! Cloud, you remember this place? One of my first shows was here!

Cloud: Yeah and you was nervous as shit. I had you literally shake the jitters out of you.

Aria: It worked because I won! (Smiles)

Cloud: (shrugs) Meh. Your opponent was easy. 

Aria: (rolls her eyes) Whatever. (Looks around) We came a long way...

Cloud: (nods) And here we are, now veteran guests of honor.

Aria: Yeah. Hmm...Cloudy?

Cloud: Yeah?

Aria: Give 'em hell Saturday. If there's anyone that can shut Carlos up its you.

Cloud: (sighs) That's the plan.

Aria: Are you worried?

Cloud: I don't know. This whole experience has been weird. Hell, it's even affecting Cai and I.

Aria: What do you mean?

Cloud: I don't...that's the thing. I feel ready...but something's not right. Not so much with Rosso...but Saturday night. We need to be on our guard.

Aria: (nods) Especially with certain people making their return.

Cloud: And out for blood. Be careful 'Ria.

Aria: I will. And watch your back girl.

Cloud: I will sweets. Unity?

Aria: (nods) Unity.

(Fist bump)

Cloud: After we settle in I have an idea I wanted to share...

Aria: (excited) Does it involve shooting another video?

Cloud: You know me too well Ms. Jaxon.

Aria: What can I say? I'm a Cloud reader.

Cloud: (shakes head) And they say I tell bad jokes...

----

I really wanted to do something colorful for our war of words Charlie, but (yawns) between this jet lag and training for this match.. (yawns) a little hear to heart will do for now. I'm going to agree with you on something: Cailin and Aria are more accomplished than I am. Hell, I'm even willing to admit that they're better than me. I'm comfortable with that reality. But here's the thing people don't know about Formation- we all think one is better than the other. It's how we keep ourselves in check, and it's how we help each other grow. As a cohesive unit The Formation will ascend to the highest levels of EAW and claim our rightful place among The Elite. We're not fools Charlie; we know there's only one Vixens Championship. Fortunately there's three world titles and a set of tag titles ripe for the picking. Not to mention the numerous midcard belts and hidden Easter eggs such as your prestigious Classic World Federation Heavyweight Championship. Huh, imagine that. A hundred-thirty pounder like myself as a heavyweight champ. I know I said I could careless about your belt Charlie...but as Saturday draws near, the more I want that legacy for myself. YOUR legacy in MY hands Charlie Rosso! The mission statement for Formation requires for each of us to build our own legacy side by side with one another, building an impenetrable wall of success. Dynamite Chocolate Rain or whatever 70s blaxploitation name you guys gave yourselves while your noses were buried in a mountain of coke. (Grins) If you thought me calling you a rapist was bad, wait till I throw around the accusation that you might be a coke head.

(Giggles)

Nah, let me stop Carlos. You're neither rapist nor coke head. What you are though is a future former CWF Heavyweight champion. That's what you are...a man walking the green mile. Time moves forward not backwards, so you have no choice but to enter the Lair of the War Queen located in the underbelly of Cloud City. Step by step, tick by freaking tock you inch closer to becoming my bitch for ten minutes. It's alright though- being my bitch is easy. Just lay right there in the middle of the ring, and I'll take care of the rest.

Ichi. Ni. San.

(Stretches) Man, all this promoing has my blood boiling Charlie. You don't know how badly I want to fight you, how much I always wanted to feud with the Red Angel. Let's cut the bullshit- you ARE one of the most dangerous people on this roster. Beating you will elevate my career farther than its been in quite some time. But every time I look into your eyes, I see a flicker...a glitch in the system. You may not think so, but this heavyweight run is your last hurrah. This is your last stand Colonel Custer. You're capable of anything at this point- and THAT'S why I want to fight you Carlos! I'm heading straight into the jaws of death, because like you I too am a survivor. I also picked up a new job recently that goes perfectly with this scenario- that of a curator. I'll take your legacy off your hands and make it my own. Cleo's legacy is mine...and so is Haruna's. I did exactly what I said I would do by assassinating her character. Now she'll fight Mexi for her own rebirth. 
I guess this is a nice way of saying your shtick has grown old and you're in need of retooling. Hell, the Vix Cup wouldn't have been exciting if I didn't verbally kick everyone's ass down the stairs. You're capable of so much Rosso-san, like I've said before. But for that to happen Cloudy's going to have to kick your ass. So come Saturday open up and show me who you are, show me your truth Charlie. If not...

Then get the fuck out my ring.

 
So let me get this straight. All the things I’ve ever said about myself, how I’m not unbeatable and I embrace my flaws and I learn from everything, wins and losses… you’re saying that’s only ok when Hexa-gun does it? Because of course that’s the way it works for the Heart Break Gal in her small, secluded six-person world. This is exactly what I’ve spoken about with you time and time again. Let’s not point out that you always get so upset when someone attacks you by pointing out your flaws, but all you know how to do is point out your opponents’ flaws and then boast about your past. You talk about the things that are wrong within EAW, when you are the walking, talking example of everything that’s wrong with Hexa-gun. The toughest thing for you is going to be how you manage to talk your way back from this one. All the backhanded insults and the snide remarks you’ve made about me over the months, only to bring it all into this one match where you say you will make me insignificant once and for all, it’s all going to end up as one gargantuan failed mission on your part. You don’t respect me, you don’t like me, you think you’re smarter than me… wow, sounds like a laundry list of reasons that make you the odds on favorite to win this match. The oddsmakers fucked up if that’s the case. I suggest you all put your money on Cailin Dillon, because there is no way in hell I’m letting that bitch beat me.
 
You think I need to defend myself as a champion? Go fuck off, seriously. I defend this belt all the time to any challenger. Meanwhile, your friend Eris the Vixens Champion is taking vacations. And that makes her the better champion in your eyes, those ones that rest behind rose-colored, Hexa-gun themed glasses. She’s the biggest paper champion in this company, hands down, but you see her as the strongest. You don’t just sound stupid, you sound like a belligerent drunk. I’ve told you all that I’ve done enough times. Why is that the only thing you can talk about? It’s because you’re so focused on finding the particular flaws. You decide the worth of my challengers, whether or not you think I actually fought well in a special match and whether you can personally accept the way this title has worked. But you only get to be a critic, you don’t get to make those decisions. And let’s be frank, you’re a pretty one-sided critic here. If it doesn’t smell or taste like Hexa-gun, you’re not a fan. And I know exactly the kind of answer you will have for that, too. You’ll tell me off all the people you do respect that are so much better than me in your eyes. You’re as crooked as a politician and have been far too good at it for far too long. You don’t really respect anyone outside of Hexa-gun anyway, so why do I care what you think about me. I’m not fighting you in a match because I want some kind of respect from you. You challenged me for my title and I accepted, like a champion should. And when we meet at Reckless Wiring, I will beat you like the champion I am. Go ahead and have all your resources ready to help you even the odds, because you’ve proven in just the last month that you need help beating me. You know how much I’ve gained from my experience facing you? You’re coming out here at puffing out your chest and trying to prove to me how much better you are, but I see the real Claudia underneath it all. I see that while I have gotten even better in the ring as the months have gone on, you’re just the same. If you disagree, than the only other option is that you’re deteriorating right before our eyes. I guess everyone does reach that point, don’t they? When they just are too stubborn to hang it up?
 
But there lies maybe the most familiar word between the two of us. We’re both so stubborn. While I stubbornly find myself in matches fighting you over and over again, you’re too stubborn to come up with even an ounce of anything new to say. And I get it, it’s because of this whole charade where you act is if you’re too good to really give me the time of day. I’m that person that you care so little about, that you think I need to be scrubbed from the earth. Huh? Let’s think about that for a moment. You could care less about me, but you want to do everything it takes to make sure I don’t matter anymore. Well, I’m sorry genius, but that doesn’t make a bit of damn since. You’ve wasted so many words in the past trying to peg me as the hero of the Vixen’s division, without realizing how selfish I really am. Now you call me the underdog because I had to earn what I got? You’re literally just completely abysmal at what you do. So much talent in the ring, such high expectations for what I’ll get from you outside of the ring, but it just doesn’t happen. You’re just insults and grandstanding your achievements. And maybe when you’ve been around as long as you have and achieved as much as you have, a bit of lax thinking sets in. You speak of all these goals and admirations you have, but I don’t buy it. Who does? You’ve spent months mocking me and questioning every move I make, while simultaneously reminding me how little I mean to you. All this amounts up to is proof of how full of crap you are.
 
But this really shines through when you go out of your way to talk about how you aren’t unbeatable. Of course I know this, but these lessons you say you learn and how they make you different, they are the same things I’ve said to you about me in the past. But what you did when I said that to you, was throw it in my face and mock me. Because I said I learned from losses and didn’t quit, you said I accepted losing. You couldn’t possibly really explain how it’s different now, could you? When we fight in this match you won’t have to search for someone in the crowd that’s willing to challenge your thinking. You’ll get it from the person standing right in front of you in the ring. And you talk about your poise? I will kick your ass, raise this title and leave your trashy-carcass in the ring as I leave you in my past. To be clear, though, I know exactly how you operate and I’m well-versed in all your history, so you didn’t need to waste your time giving me the details of your past or the present. But allow me to detail the future. I won’t even have to go far. You have been opportunistic throughout your storied career, but the story that will be told from this match is not one that you’ll want featured in the Heart Break Gal texts. This opportunity you have to become the Specialist champion and forget about little ol’ Cailin Dillon, it’s going to be a big fat missed opportunity of epic proportions. You talk about me as being unskilled and unready so often. No matter what you think of what I’ve done since I’ve been in EAW, it won’t change the fact that your explanations for losing this match will make you look sad and truly caught off guard. For every time you have supposedly outsmarted me, it will be this match that defines so much about our battles together. Nothing we’ve done in a ring together to this point will compare to the ramifications of this match. You’ll not only lose your chance at holding another title, but you’ll be forced to watch and wait and hope that your teammates can get it done after your let down. We can go our separate ways if that’s truly what you want, but know I’m leaving this match as the Specialist champion no matter what move you pull, even if you resort to underhanded tactics to win the match. I wouldn’t care if I’d have to smash you with a chair, climb a ladder, drive you through a table or outlast you in a cage. Whether I have to set you on fire, drop you on a pile of tacks or debilitate you with a sledgehammer. Or even if it’s just pinning you or making you tap out. I will beat you and you will be nothing more than another challenger for the Specialist’s title. Because you see, that’s all the motivation I need to beat you. It’s not even about what happens with your precious group to me. It’s about me. I’m not ready to stop being a champion, and I never will be.
 
You might think you’re a snake that would do anything to win a match, but I’ve been jumping out of the weeds and slaying for as long as I can remember. You want to call me an underdog? Fine be that big, stupid, stumbling giant. And I will be just like David, tossing the stone that cracks your fragile exterior and takes you down. You’ve slayed dragons have you? Well I’ll slay the dragon slayer. You want to be a champion because you crave the ability to abuse power. You’re a weak-minded fool that’s in such fear of what everyone else is capable of, that she needs to control the odds. When you say you aren’t unbeatable, this is where that line is drawn. You call it being smart, I call it being a coward. Your strategy has long been to cheat in order to level the playing field. Maybe there was a time you could do this on your own, when you could battle your way to becoming a three-time Vixen champion without needing help. But that time has apparently passed. And if you think this is me just chiding you for the things you’re willing to do, it’s not. Know that in this match, I no know bounds. I will do whatever it takes to beat you. Even it means I have to fight off half of Hexa-gun in the process. The best thing about seeing you boast your false confidence this week has been knowing how badly you’ll take this particular loss. You might have learned from so many of your downfalls in the past, but this one will stick with you more than you’d care to admit. Trust me, this one will sting you for awhile.
 
You spend so much time calling me stupid and mediocre, that losing to me is going to be a bear for you to deal with. You say I’ve never come out of my comfort zone? So accepting huge matches and taking on Hexa-gun is staying in a comfort zone? You are so narrow-minded. You think your opinion reflects that of the masses, or at least you really wish it would. Please, everyone… HBG is speaking and she needs followers. You’re like the candidate that stayed in the race too long. To say I’m content when all I ever talk about is reaching for more is just more lazy thinking on your part. This is you trying your hardest to paint me as someone everyone knows I’m not. You want the world to see a Cailin Dillon who is lazy and somehow fell into being a champion because she kissed ass and looks good. The rest of the world sees me as someone who has earned everything she’s gotten from the day she stepped foot in the ring. No one has ever made me do anything. I have been offered chances to take risks, and I took them. That is the definition of going out of your comfort zone you dimwit. Another classic Claudia moment, condescending herself in her own promo. Yikes! You’re taking a calculated risk at Reckless Wiring, but it’s one that’s going to cost you everything.
 
You talk so much about exposing me, well it’s time I flip the script on you. You will be exposed in this match in ways you never imagined. You have looked down and over me for so long that you aren’t remotely ready for the challenge you’re about to face in that ring. Because if you’ve shown anything in the past week, it’s that you don’t know a damn thing about Cailin Dillon at all. You tried so hard this week, you really did. And even though you mocked me, you just accepted the truth at the same time. This isn’t a ticking clock from you, it’s a timer. Your time isn’t moving forward, it’s running out. As soon as you step in that ring, the seconds will count down. And when they hit zero, I will be the one that has my hand raised as champion.

Can you elaborate on this darkness that you constantly speak of?
 
Do you even know what that darkness consists of? What are the aspects? The elements that lie within? You don’t know, do you?
 
Faking it.
 
That’s the only way I can describe this new found obscurity that you’ve discovered conveniently lying within. When I look at you, Maddie, I see a young girl trying to desperately find her place to fit in. You’re urgently trying to look for a family – which I can relate to. I, too, never had a family growing up. I was unfortunately given the biggest piece of shit parents one could ever imagine. Drugs, alcohol, addiction, perversion was a common theme in my household. It made me feel alienated – alone. It isn’t until I found HBG that I feel like I have someone to lean on. Someone who genuinely cares about me. Someone who is willing to put her life in the line for me. I guess that’s how you feel about your Sanatorium buddies, right? They help fill in that void and one can say we have that in common… but that doesn’t change the fact that we’re both very different people. I mean, obviously we’re both different. I actually have a brain and use it where in your case you just have a brain that probably hasn’t been used in years. This is why you don’t use meth, kids. Anyway, you have this emptiness in your heart that you’re trying to fulfill, although that is completely different than the shit you’ve been preaching for weeks. You try to portray yourself as this Demon in heels. You want us all to believe that you have no pity or mercy for any soul. That you’re emotionless – empty inside. I know when I see a demented, broken individual and you missy, you are not one. I can see right through you, Maddie. I know that you’re trying to put up a front making sure that your Sanatorium friends accept you. On Battleground you even said that you weren’t going to try to make Alexis understand your part in the group. Does that mean that doubt came into consideration when they were debating whether you should be in or not? That’s not a very good sign, Maddie. I’m sure they can see right through you as well but they thought “what the hell, might as well since our only Vixen in this group is literally brain dead.”
 
You can say whatever you want about me, Maddie. You can call me every insult in the book but if there’s one thing; you never, NEVER, NEVER, EVER, EVER talk badly about Heart Break Gal in front of me. You don’t understand how FUCKING insulting that is. I can already begin to feel my blood boiling as you describe the love of my life as a “tramp, egotistical maniac.” Sweat is beginning to gather in my brow as you speak of HBG as if you’ve known her all your life. You don’t know what happens behind the scenes, Maddie. You don’t know how HBG is outside of the ring because she’d never give you the time of day. HBG is a kind and considerate soul and our partnership is fueled by MUTUAL respect and MUTUAL effort, something you obviously don’t know of. You’re lowering yourself to people who aren’t even in your level, what does that say about you? You call your former partner a let-down and that only shows me that you don’t value relationships at all. YOU are the one who is egotistical, YOU are the one who is selfish and YOU, YOU MADISON KALINE, YOU ARE A BITCH! Pray to your God that I never hear you talk about HBG in that manner again or else you will walk out the same way you walked out at Shock Value – On a fucking stretcher. You know how much I’m capable of when I’m in the ring. You know that I don’t have limits so DO NOT PUSH IT. This is the LAST time I’m warning you.
 
Why am I getting so amped up? Why am I getting so frustrated? IT’S BECAUSE PEOPLE HAVE NO RESPECT! I have people like Maddie and Tarah call me HBG’s lackey as if it’s offensive but they go ahead and call her names that should never be said by any other human being. They deserve to get their tongues cut off because of that. They deserve to have acid poured down their STD infested throats. They’re so childish! They’re so stupid!! GOD DAMN IT!
 
...breathe.
 
I refuse to allow these bitches to get in my head. I refuse to allow myself be intimidated or frustrated. These are just mind games; they don’t mean it. I mean, who would say such mean things about HBG? They’re saying it to mess with my head, yeah, of course! Of course! Fucking fools! Fucking dreadful fools! They think they can get under my skin. Fucking idiotic, dreadful, stupid god damn fucking fools! They think they’re much smarter, much swifter. Fucking mongrels! They think they can beat me on Saturday, they think they can take away everything I’ve worked hard for. They think they can limit my success, limit my hard earned success. I deserve this success. I deserve the good things that are happening to my career. I DESERVE THIS, I DESERVE ALL OF THIS! I deserve to be in the lime light, I deserve to be interviewed by various different media outlets. I DESERVE TO BE CHAMPION, NOT YOU! NOT EITHER OF YOU! Your time has run out because I’m here to stay. You want to throw me under the bus and take away my place as the face of this division? You two want to see me tumble all the way to the bottom? I can’t stand this! I CAN’T STAND THIS! I can’t wait until I have you two off of my ass. Then I can go back at doing what I do best – being the utter best representation of the Vixens Division.
 

Both Maddie and Tarah seem to be focusing on one another and that shouldn’t be the case. This is where your downfall begins. You’re both too focused on your own personal drama but the only thing that should matter is the Vixens championship. This is how I know that you’re both not worthy of having that status. I’ve heard you both say that you’re focusing on one another but remember that I’m in the match. Remember that there are two other females outside of your own little world. You two should be focusing on ME. I am the big boulder that’s blocking your way to this championship. You’re going to have to literally kill me in order to remove this title away from me. Start thinking of back up plans, ladies. Because this is a different type of Vixen that you’re going up against. Everything that you’re familiar with; the characteristics that a Vixen usually has I don’t. I embody the anti-Vixen. The complete opposite of what a Vixen should be. I am not here to entertain; I am not here to make friends amongst the vixen’s roster. I am here for one thing and that’s to put my name in the record books. I’ve always made that my mission since day one. I’m on a roll as of late and I’m not going to stop. I am determined to make my goals a reality. I guess that means that your goals and aspirations are done for. But hey, if things don’t work out in the long run you guys can become backstage interviewers. That seems to be a thing with the has-beens. Submit your application today!

 
 
I’m not totally sure what to say, Claudia. I’ve spent time reading what you had to say. I actually read it twice because I was trying to figure out if there was something different about this one. A lot of words, yes, but not much different. The biggest thing that stuck out to me came in your opening stanza. You’re calling me and everyone else a tiresome act, which is pretty funny considering you are just a run-on continuation of the same shit over and over. And you wonder why you get that same continuity thrown back at you? It’s because you lull people to sleep. If anything, a common person is just swinging their arms to try and figure out if these are the words of a successful adult, or the ramblings of a child who demands she gets her way. It’s not hard to picture you crossing your arms and stomping your foot, all while blowing the strands of hair out of your face. What else do we do but go on this round-and round ride of saying the same things. You point out my flaws and then say you embrace your own. And then I do the same, except when I call you on your shit, you do the same thing every single time. EAW’s regular valedictorian challenges my intelligence. Doesn’t it seem like we’re going down the same road, again? I think this must be part of your trap. At some point back in your 30s, you devised this plan. You knew if you never ventured outside of this box, you could make everyone fall for your tricks. But it’s a tired game, as tired as you walking around here and acting like you possess real power. What’s happening now… it won’t last. Maybe you… oh I’m sorry... Y2Impact will run Voltage on Hexa-gun’s behalf for a few months, tops, but it doesn’t go on forever. It’s not as if this is the first time he’s shown up and puffed out his chest. It’s just that this time he’s managed to get a few pretty good wrestlers behind him. Together you’ve cast away challenger after challenger, but now we’re into unchartered territories. The truth is you all will have zero power in the end. And it’s very likely that the crusade will end with pieces of each of you being worn away by collateral damage.

This tiresome act that we all see from you is unwavering. You know exactly what you do, yet you believe calling me tiresome somehow takes that burden off your own shoulders. You know that you are shallow, selfish, bitchey, arrogant, prideful… the list can go on. You have a laundry list of flaws that you’ve figured out how to just own. You don’t back away from any of it and you accept it. But when it comes to intelligence, I don’t think you even understand half of what you’re referring to. At some point along the way you personally changed the meaning of intelligence to have something to do with your ability to insult other people. You believed that you were smarter than your opponents because it felt like you gained a mental edge over them. What you don’t even realize, and you would if you were truly intelligence, is that this is all just something you’ve concocted inside of your head. I hear the way you boast about yourself as if everyone should fear you. You are so insulted by the fact that their isn’t a Vixen in the company that doesn’t back away from you. This is why you need someone to shut your mouth. Is that realistic? Obviously not. Just like it’s never been realistic for you to end my career. But we just go on saying these things, don’t we? Part of the same tiresome act you accuse everyone else of having while ignoring it on your own part. I for one will admit it. When we’ve fought, I’ve been caught saying the same things occasionally. But, of course, it’s always come from answering the same threats and insults that you put out there everytime. And I think it angers you a little bit that I don’t just wilt. It’s like you toss one out there and I just knock it right back over your head. The real tiresome act is that you consider your team’s affinity for bending the rules to assure you escape unscathed to be some kind of belief system. It’s really a bologna system. For the first time in the entire history of us fighting, you sound like a complete blowhard. To treat a wrestling company like it’s a country and anything you can do here will mold the world? Get fucking real, and the get a real life while you’re at it. This is professional wrestling, not Superman vs. Lex Luthor? Of course I assume you take the bitch role at LexCorp for that narrative, am I wrong? If you don’t care about this company, explain why it means so much for you to have control of Hexa-gun? Explain why you even want to be here? You always feel free to insult my intelligence at all other times, so please, for once, don’t this time. Or is that just too far above your head to answer?

Back to the tiresome act we go. You only want to fight me to up your career, blah, blah… you can never beat us or me, blah, blah… no other Vixen is worth besides Eris, blah, blah… I’m sorry, now I’m laughing at you. What else do you expect me to do? I mean, why are we still talking about a match that occurred when I was three months into my career here? That’s really the central part of the argument every time between us. And the fact that you treat every match we’ve been in together like you individually made all the special moments that turned the match in your or your team’s favor. Yeah you won, so congratulations. But shouldn’t I just be taking your approach by now and saying nothing that happens between us will matter. In my best, deep, manly Claudia voice, I will belt out, “No wins over me will ever mean anything!” Fine, I don’t need a win over you to be extra meaningful. I don’t need you to take a step in my career. The only one who thinks that is you and the rest of Hexa-gun. Are you really so blind that you don’t see that EAW could completely exist with Hexa-gun hanging out on Voltage and it wouldn’t make a fucking difference at all? These big matches that have been put together to take Hexa-gun down, they’ve not ended with this company at its knees crying for mercy. Because Hexa-gun doesn’t matter to anyone as much as it matter to just you six. The rest of us go on with our lives, just letting you guys do your tiresome thing, and then eventually maybe we can put together a grand match to display Hexa-gun on the big stage every few months. That’s about as good as it gets for you at this point, so brag about it. Who even cares. You speak of every match you’ve ever fought in as if you’ve never taken a lump. When I hear the Hexa-gun side of the events of the tag team warfare match, you would think Impact didn’t have to have shards of glass removed form his face after the match. But that’s because the Hexa-gun side of events is always based on half-truths and glorious ideas of achieving something that doesn’t even need to happen. But if this is Hexa-gun wreaking havoc, then I don’t really feel I have anything to be scared of. Your Vixens’ division golden child? She can’t beat me. Maybe Impact can win himself a singles title and hold on to it more than a week. Havoc!

I don’t really know what else I even need to say to you at this point. You’re upset because I want to shut you up, and that’s fine with me. Just telling you what you already know. Why the six of you that amount to everybody, apparently, sit in your little war room together and laugh about me, I’m out here still putting in the work it takes to actually do something in this company. I have goals and admirations, and they don’t really include spending minutes upon hours upon days listening to you hammer home the same points over and over. Say what you want about my title. You don’t have one, and I don’t see you challenging for one anytime soon. You couldn’t keep up with the rigors of what having this title means anyways. Even though that dumbass Madison thinks she has any idea how this works, I talk on challengers and I beat them and I keep my title. Even against Eris, I would defend this title. Against Eris in a title match, I would take her title. The amount of gold continuing to thin away from the hands of Hexa-gun must be terrible. The most tiresome thing for you is that you really never achieve what you truly set out to. All the groups that you’ve killed, they don’t go away. They continue to fight, many of them thrive, and you never have a say in what happens with their career. You guys never really prove anything. Just like you would say no wins over you prove anything. But let me be clear again, because I’ve had to do this before but it just didn’t get through to your “genius” mind. As much as you don’t care about me, I could give two shits less about you. This is just the truth. Thanks for confirming that you don’t have it in you to face me one on one without the help of your “resources,” though. I already knew you were full of shit, but this confirmed it was beyond what I even imagined.

For once though, you tried something different. The one non-tiresome thing in your act this time. Actually, boldly questioning whether or not I actually have feelings for Stephanie. Wow… you’re really going for the jugular. What a gutless thing for such a walking doormat to say. When Hexa-gun is over and you don’t know your next move, valet for Impact will be a tremendous role for you. You can hold his jacket at ringside as he tries and fails to win titles. And then you can help him defend it by pointing out how they mean nothing and personally protect his legacy. But do I have to answer to any of your questions about my love life? No. But I will. Here’s a shocker for you all. Yep, I’m a lesbian. And, yep, I’m dating a fellow wrestler in the company. It’s new and it feels right, but why are you asking me if it could possibly compare to what you and Impact have. Hasn’t he been plowing you for years? While you just lay there and take it and fake it? What do you need me to say, we’ve been together for two months? Oh… I hope she’s already bought the ring!! *Squeals* And just when I we were getting some original thought, swoosh. Right out the window it goes. You go right back to tiresome and challenging whether I’m afraid of your words because I feel compelled to answer them. I’m just doing the very obvious task her of pointing out how pathetic you look when you do this. The truth doesn’t change, though, you’re right. I’m still on the rise and what happens between me and you hasn’t affected my career one bit. Meanwhile, people don’t even know why you’re wasting your time on a mission with no end goal in a company you don’t care about. If this company won’t miss me when I’m gone, it can probably be said they they will all smile when the burden of watching HBG becomes the past.

I’ve moved on from the events that delivered Hexa-gun Voltage, because I don’t really care. I’m selfish myself, and I have better things to do. But alas, someone thought I needed to be a part of this match so I will show up and do everything in my power to make sure Mr. Dedede and Tarah Nova get their win. Even if you bring out all your try-hard spirit this week and go to extreme lengths, even more so than you did a week ago, to score the win in this match. I will still be right here bothering you. I don’t give a shit about you and your group, but if I’m booked against you, you better believe I’m going to do what it takes to win. Maybe I should have my own “resources” come stand around and play their own roles. Someday you’ll be spoon fed a big dosage of your own medicine, and there won’t be but five souls who don’t get a big grin when they see you choke and cough on it. For whatever reason, I think I mean more to you than the reverse. It certainly has seem to come to that point. You are trying to go out of your way to embarrass me or something. Geez, get over me already you “tiresome” bitch. I have a girlfriend!

But this isn’t all about Claudia. No, our dear friend Madison apparently had more to say. She wrote her poem creepier and then backed it up with a few ounces of real trash. You have a problem with me shit talking you? Oh, I forgot that every Vixen was supposed to just bend over and take it up the ass from you. My bad. Speaking of reclaiming her glory, when are you going to fight Eris for her title? Oh… my guess is not soon. See, even when she comes off of vacation, I don’t think she’s going to have a whole lot to do with you. You just don’t take answers to your words very well. You challenged me and my title, you tried to make it seem as if it’s trash and has never been defended against any worthwhile Vixens. I simply corrected your misstep. But you felt compelled to make another misstep and somehow pretend you know anything about me. I have nothing to be jealous about when it comes to you. You just took a colossal step backwards in your career. You didn’t need that group, yet, here you are for some strange reason. And I can again say it’s been so shocking to everybody because it doesn’t make a whole lot of sense. Here we thought you were trying to work your way back up, but you don’t even win the Vixen’s Cup. And Sheridan does. And now she’s a much more believable contender than you. She’s only been here since December 28th. So how does that make you feel?

Amidst your run on sentences, I caught that you mean to destroy me and take my title. I still can’t figure this out. I offered to challenges to people and they just tried to ignore it. If you want a shot, come at me. You said I was scared. I’m not backing down. You aren’t as elusive as you think you are.  You go with your fake family and be their daughter or personal sex thing or whatever it is you’re doing, and I wish you luck I guess. I don’t really know what you think you’re going to get out of it. You mock Tarah, and now she looks like a better contender for a title than you, in defeat. If Eclipse truly has that opinion about me, then he is wavering behind a false bravado about who he is. He’s won a couple matches lately, but I’m sure he’s still stung in the ass by the fact that it was not him who was considered the strong link of the Iconomy. People will long say he was the second-best thing to come out of that group. Or maybe, eventually, the third when Chris Elite shows him up. He has fooled you into believing lies far greater than anything Hexa-gun could ever deliver. You blindly risked your entire career for whatever this is you guys are doing. You haven’t rattled my cage, Sanatorium will never rule anything and you will never drag me anywhere.

It doesn’t matter which one of you two groups think you willl get the upperhand at Battleground. You both are going to be upstaged by a non-faction. The team of Mr. Dedede, Tarah Nova and I are coming into Austin, Texas, and we’re going to leave with a win. It doesn’t matter what either of you think about me and my inclusion in this match. When I’m called to action, I come in and I always give it my all. I always try to win. But there’s not going to be any try this time. I’m out to turn the tides this time, and I have a gawd and his goddess to help me.