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Dynasty Promo#3

It never seems to fail that I hear the same speech constantly recited by each and every elitist week in and week out no matter the circumstances. I find it funny that you chose to bring up the pre-show on your debut when you and I were supposed to square off in a six man tag match.. I remember it all so clearly. That was the night I walked out only to debut The Iconomy later on in the evening on the main show completely destroying TLA. You see, Tig, that night I seen an opportunity to place me on the main card and I took it. Do you know what happened after that night? JJ Silva was NEVER placed on the pre-show ever again. One could say I took a great opportunity by not wasting my time on you that night because it clearly positioned myself for the better. How about we talk about the last few months shall we? I’ve constantly thrown your name out there for a one on one opportunity long before your reign as National Elite Champion but it was you who never answered the call. This match has always been an open door for me but it’s never been placed until just this moment. Now, we’ll have the answer you’ve been waiting for for quite some time now, Tig.. now you’ll find out just what kind of man JJ Silva is. The only thing you have on me is that I haven’t been a solo competitor or a champion just yet.. But that doesn’t stop me from dominating each and every opposition who crosses my path.

Speaking of which, Tig, it seems you and I can never see eye to eye, I’m starting to feel like you and I were somehow destined to be rivals, like we were built to always stand at the opposite spectrum of the world we perform in. I bet some would even say I’m your Chuck Liddell with how much time you spend doing training montages with your gym and hanging around with a full line of supporters to , but what you need to understand is that it doesn’t matter if I ever walk amongst champions. Being in that circle, walking with the rest of the champions to be considered amongst them, it was all something I only dreamed of in the past, before I knew I was better than each and every single one of them. In fact, I don't care about earning things anymore, a caper is a caper, this is a taking game, not an earning one, that's all there is to it. A championship has another use to me that goes beyond scribing my name next to a bunch of people that just like you, probably would of looked down on me, or in better words feared what I could become and therefore tried to build the image that you do. Men change, but parts of their nature always remain the same, you claim change, but you’re still a liar as you’ve always been. You really cracked me up about that stuff about how you hate depending and working with others, almost as much as your tears had me laughing when The Pizza Boy got what he had coming to him, and don’t think me working backstage as a nobody means that I don’t remember you buddying up with people like of high statures to get ahead. You’ll kiss the boards ass whenever and however much it takes. As for me and you? Well let’s just say I’m not too worried. This isn’t a life or death match or anything. It’s just a tease for things to come, I could just decide not to show up period if I wanted, but I’ll be there, no need to make any new enemies by leaving the man alone, at least that’s how I’m feeling right now. Besides, a chance to stick it to you? I shouldn’t miss the chance, you never skipped your chances at taking cheap shots at my career? It’s only fair.

This is Omerta’s Canvas.

We told you all that we would beat down Stand and Deliver. We let the world know on national television that Omerta’s power cannot be matched. We told you all that there could be nothing done by Stand and Deliver... We were simply going to be the better men on that night. Did any of you believe me? Of course not. I know exactly where we stand. I know that no one believes me and it is absolutely my job to prove them wrong, and that is exactly what we did. We beat down Stand and Deliver. We showed him and the rest of the world who truly runs the yard known as the squared circle. But as we stand before you all today as the most powerful unit in this business, it seems that you still do not grasp the concept of having "Power" in EAW. Tig, this is more than just a "catchphrase." This is a way of life. There is a special seat reserved in every profession that exists only for the elite. This level is only reserved for the absolute best, but Tig, there can only be enough room for Omerta. Omerta represents everything that the profession has to offer. We represents the determination, the dedication to hone our craft, and above all else... create an actual future in our own image. For months, I was claiming that I was indeed the best, and I claimed it because I WAS it. These past two weeks, Omerta PROVED it. We beat the National Elite Champion and former World Champion, and whatever doubts you people had of us as a unit in this company did not exist any longer.

Maybe you should brush up on your homework, Tig. Omerta - Code Of Silence. Silence not bounding it’s members from speaking, but to keep our initials goals in silence. We insert our dominance and tend to whack a guy every here and there, but rest assured, we always live by our codes. In the mafia business, your word is everything. Loyalty. Money. Respect. We live for moments like these in particular to find that one man who feels that he can take down the entire family.. Numbers alone could beat you.. But the power we have could do just as well in a one-on-one situation no matter who you faced in Omerta. With you trying to shed light to my individual career proves to me one thing, and that is you are expecting the man I once was -- instead of the man that I have become. You cannot prepare for me. I am the uncrowned Icon, not you. Know your worth to this company, Tig. Know your role and get it in your head that you just can't look me in the eyes in that squared-circle and expect a victory. Omerta is easily the most credible unit on Dynasty.. No. In EAW for the matter -- End of the conversation.

Showdown #3

Portland, Oregon

Let Sleeping Dogs Lie

You can always count on Lioncross to attempt to rewrite the past. Lioncross will sprout absolutely any bullshit as long as it fits his agenda. Is this really the hero that you fans want? Is this the sort of man that have been yearning for? I thought the EAW universe liked to get behind and support hard-working individuals who had honour and respect for this business. I didn't know the fans liked to support and enable a lying, cheating scumbag. Lioncross panders to you, that is the only reason that the fans support and get behind him. Lioncross does every single little thing that the fans ask him, he lives off their every last word. Lioncross is a hero to all, he's a real role model. He can have just got off a flight at 3am in the morning in some irrelevant little city like Portland and he'll happily do anything the fans ask of him. You want your ugly ass baby's head kissing? Of course Lioncross will be happy to do that. You want him to take your “bubbly” daughter to prom? Absolutely no problem for Lioncross. No matter how tasking and tedious the activities are, Lioncross will get it done. I think I may have puked up in my mouth a little bit describing those situations, this man sickens me. The thing is, Lioncross doesn't do it for the fans. Lioncross doesn't do it because he loves and appreciates his fans ever so much. He does it because his fans are the only reason that he is allowed to set foot in this company. We all know that Lioncross isn't capable enough to actually have earned his way into EAW, he had to use different means in order to find himself a spot here. He had to obtain the support of the fans in order to make sure that he was relevant, if he loses the support of the fans then he will be out of here. We all know that these fans only support Lioncross due to nostalgia. It makes them feel happy seeing him as they remember the good old days. The days in which Lioncross was on the top of the wrestling world...the wrestling indies world that is. He was obviously never good enough for Elite Answers Wrestling, not much has changed. You're struggling, Lioncross. You're struggling to come up with even more bullshit, you know that you're up against a honest man that isn't afraid of telling truth. I don't care if the truth hurts. I don't care if you're deluded and you refuse to believe what I am saying. You buy into your own lies, Lioncross. You constantly talk to how you live in the present yet you're spending all your time bringing up my past losses. Practice what you preach.

Do you genuinely think that I don't have the basics down? Or is this another one of your pathetic fabrications that you seem to buy into? I know you like the back of my hand, Lioncross. I have a real habit of learning every single thing there is to know about my opponents, that's why I know all about your history. From winning your only ever IEW World Championship at Ultimate Revenge to your crushing defeat to Christian Hale at CWF Cruel Summer. I know it all. Every single little detail that you think I don't know, I know it. I can read you like a book, Lioncross. That's just one of the reasons that I going to defeat you on Showdown. The fact that I know every single thing about you and I can read you like a book bodes well for Thomas Minns. I can predict everything about you, Lioncross. The next move that you're going to make, I know it. I am just one step ahead of you every single time. I know exactly what you moves you are going to attempt to hit on me, knowing that means that I can easily dodge or reverse those moves and take control of the match. This is going to be a real walk in the park for Thomas Minns. No matter how much you want to deny it, I do know your mind better than you. I am in your head right now. You really think you're going to be able to properly focus on your game plan once you step into that ring? The second you step foot into my squared circle, your game plan will be going right out the window. All you will be able to think about is the comments that I have made about you before our match, those thoughts will be racing through your mind and you won't be able to concentrate. The pressure of this match is taking over, you're close to cracking. You know that you can't lose this match, a win over Thomas Minns could be absolutely massive for your career. You know that you will have to do everything in your power in order to be able to defeat me. This match has taken over your thoughts completely, you can't even sleep at night because you are too stressed about this match. I am going to defeat you before we even get in the ring. I am going to take you down mentally, strip you of any identity that you have and make you my little bitch. You'll be begging for mercy at the end of the match, pleading with me to not inflict any more damage on you. The best part is at the end of the day, the only person that you will have to blame is yourself.

I know that you care about Carlos. I know that you're desperately worrying about him, is he going to attack you on Showdown? You have absolutely no idea and that frightens you. However, our match might actually serve as a blessing in disguise. If I inflict enough pain and punishment on you, it might end your career right there. I might put the old dog down in disgusting fashion, a fashion that will reflect beautifully on your entire career. Those injuries are still affect you, despite what you try and make people believe. I know that you've struggling with them, every single day you have to force down another pill to make sure that you can keep up this career of yours. If I do end your career, it will be excellent for you. Remember, every cloud has a silver lining. It will mean that you won't have to face your biggest fear and get into the ring with Carlos Rosso, but keep pretending that you don't care about him. You should perhaps start thinking about life after wrestling, Lioncross. Your career is petering out and coming to a pathetic end, you really need to begin considering other options. Perhaps a commentator, seeing as you love to talk so much. Or a politician, because you love to deceit the people and provide fake information. There are so many different options out there for you, don't put all your eggs into one basket though. I am going to be doing you a favour by ending your pathetic career. It is really about time that the horse with a limp is put down, it's just beyond sad having to witness this particular horse struggle and waste everyone's time. It's time to move on, Lioncross. There is no point is attempting to pull the wool over everyones eyes, we all know that you're not in the right condition to be competing anymore. Despite what you say, I haven't blow any chances at the top. I have been devoid of any chances whatsoever, the EAW higher manager refuse to hand me anything and let's be honest here, that's a disgrace. I haven't seen a single number one contenders match, I've had one EAW Championship match and I earned the right to be in that match. Plus, I would've won it if it wasn't for the disgusting collusion between Jamie O'Hara and Aren Mstislav. It wasn't just them either, the other five men in that match were all against Thomas Minns. They all realised that I was the biggest threat in that match and they worked together to get rid of me and make it easier for the rest of them. It was a disgrace but when you're this good, it means you have a big target on your back. Just attacking me can help make a name for yourself, we saw that exactly with Chris Elite. Chris Elite has been irrelevant ever since he stepped into this company, he cheap shots me and he gets an FPV match. The time has come to stop beating this dead horse, Lioncross is finished with.

Dynasty Promo #3

The scene opens with EAW's self- proclaimed Social Media Champion "Picture Perfect" Mark Michaels standing in front of a Verizion Fios logo as a light, bouncy, pop instrumental that plays in the background.

Michaels: "Hi, I'm Wrestling, and Social Media superstar Mark Michaels. Whether I'm streaming movies, downloading nusics and apps, or updating my status on social media, I need the fastest WiFi speeds posible, and that's why I use Verizion Fios. And if you call right now, you can take advantage of the best price posible for Fios when you switch today. This is Fios, this is big, and this is Perfect!"

Director: "Okay cut! That was great Mark, I want to reset and do another take."

Michaels: "Second takes are for armatures. You got the best take a schlub like you will ever get. Now if you'll excuse me , I have a number one contenders match to prepare for."

Michaels walks of the green screen set towards his hgent Johnny J, and his personal assistant T.J. Yoder.

Johnny: "Great work out there Mark, I would so buy Verizion Fios based if i was watching that ad on tv."

Michaels: "Well that's why Verizion paid me as much as they did to be in this ad. But as much as I could, and should rest on my laurels, I have to prepare for the toughest challenge of my life. Spending forty eight whole hours in the state of Mississippi. I mean I'll be surrounded by kissing cousins, and Klans men, and all other manner of inbred idiots, till I'm done beating the shit of of Dustin Brasch. and Kevin Hunter."

Johnny: "I know Mark. None of us are looking forward to it, but just keep your eyes on the prize that awaits the winner. After Friday night you will be the next in line for a New Breed Title match, and we both know that gold around your waist means green in your pocket."

Michaels; "Yes it does. But this is about more than money John. This is about receiving the recognition that I deserve. This is about being adequately rewarded, for all the time and effort i pour into making Dynasty the brand that it is today. And I will not stand by idly waiting anymore. Now is the time when I start taking every last thing that I am owed, regardless of what those dimwits running the show think! They had their chance to do things the easy way, but they chose to favor chokes like Lucian Black, Cripples like Jacob Senn, and worthless, brainless, hopeless, good for nothing, peons like Dustin Brasch, and Kevin Hunter! So now I'm going to go out in front of a sold out Mississippi Coastal Colosseum, and beat the ever loving shit out of anyone who'd be foolish enough to step thru the ropes with me."

Let's Take Kevin Hunter for starters. That exhaust fume inhaling chump is in for more than he bargained for in this triple threat match. He's out of his league, and not even all of his half way house buddies will be able to help him. Because with the way I'm felling, I'll be more than happy to give each of their asses a ride at the end of my boot. He better start recognizing the fact that he doesn't belong in a match against a superior athlete such as myself. Kevin might call himself a son of chaos, but when that bell rings, he's really a dead man walking, and his execution will be witnessed by all of my followers when they tune in Next Friday.

And let us not forget about Dustin Bransch, even though most of the Dynasty audience already has. I wonder how it has to feel for Dustin; to know that everyone is over the novelty of oddball ass, and to realize that he's peaked, and subsequently fallen off, long before he's even had a chance to enter his prime years in the ring? To know that he's destined for nothing greater, than to be the guy who fooled people into believing that he was the next big thing to hit Dynasty, only to be bitch slapped back to the minor leagues by Mark Michaels. When you look at like that, it's no wonder why he's been so quiet recently. He knows to keep his words soft, and sweet as saccharine, because if he doesn't, I have to shove those words down his throat, just like I'm going to shove my foot up his ass! Come this Friday, I prove that Dustin was nothing more than a fluke the last time we were in a ring together. And in doing so, I will once again demonstrate to Conning, and all the rest, just why I should be the man leading Dynasty. Why I should be the man who they hand the ball to.

Because like it or not, there will be no denying me what is rightfully mine. One way or another, I will become the face of EAW. The man who is on every tv show, Pay per view, poster, and all the other crap they sell at the merchandise booth. Because I am the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the Hash tag Hero to millions upon millions of followers from each, and every corner of the globe. I am the man, who has been lifted up to represent the people as their undisputed Social Media Champion! I am the Brightest Burning Star that EAW will ever know, the greatest professional athlete that has ever laced up a pair of boots, and most importantly, I am without question, the absolute Destiny Of Dynasty, and no nimrod, asshole dressed in a cheap suite is ever going to be able to say otherwise, so they best start Picturing THAT! Now lets get the hell out of here."

Johnny nods his head before he and Michaels walk out of the shot, and the video...

FADES TO BLACK.

Battleground Promo #3

Only the good die young.

Therefore, JJ Silva can expect to live a very long life. But I may live as long of a life I possibly could, and in the end, it will all be irrelevant. What matters to me is my professional-wrestling life, and that life is very short. I hate to say it, but my past days are behind me, Eclipse. I'm not claiming to be past my prime – not at all. I just know that there is very little I can do to take it to the next level, because I have already reached a level I am proud of. All this, and yet... I still lost those matches. I'm not going to hide that fact like many other elitist would. I lost to Hexa-gun. I lost to Drake and Jones. What does this mean? I have to prepare myself even more for the goals that lie ahead. Granted, there is a clear distinction between a actual talented faction rather than a manufactured group from the asylum, but I do need to get it together. I'm not going to deny the fact that ever since I was brutally beaten down by the Hexa gun... something has been different. I've been hesitant. I've been reluctant to actually use the killer instinct that I have – and I can't waste any more time. Lost time is never found again. I've been vigorously training, and I know I talk a lot of game, but I never have tried to sell you. As far as I'm concerned, I proved it in the ring day in and day out in the past month. But now it's time for me to start focusing on the task at hand, and I really need to stop with the bullshit. I can't make any more excuses for myself. I'm the Icon of Elite Answers Wrestling. I admit that I need to man up and get back to my winning ways again.

What better way to do this then beat the one man who thinks he was one of the better members of The Iconomy?

The Sanatorium– all three of you never seem to amaze me. When I'm watching you, it's like I'm watching reruns of Rugrats. I mean, I thought watching the you try and run a masquerade as a psycho was hilarious, Eclipse, but now seeing you with Victor Maero of all people is just pure comedy. I've noticed lately that EAW doesn't rate comedy bids very highly, but if they took a look at Voltage, they'd surely rate it above 90% merely off the antics of you three. But all jokes and conversations about jokes aside, let's get this straight: Perhaps you’re right about everyone seeing you and Chris over me.. But think to yourself -- isn’t that exactly what I said the night The Iconomy formed? I urged my brothers it was about each of you before me. I directed your careers and of course, it was all directed towards me.. Not that I’m surprised considering you don’t have a single thing on me in the slightest, but this is even pretty low for you, “King.” Take others opinions and use them to build your confidence about this, but just like you said… You know me as well. You know that I am the man that can single handedly take EVERYTHING you hold dear and smash it into a million pieces. We’ve been down this road before, Eclipse, do you really want to go any further? This Monday night, I will not lose to you. I know it. When I can feel a win, I usually win. I'm a man now – not the boy I was when I entered this business. When I entered EAW, all I had was a dollar and a dream. I now have millions against me, and as I've stated before, my only satisfaction comes from beating people. I have no use for materialistic things. The championships—are the most prized possessions in the history of our business, and all of us strive for it.. I don't have the patience to continue to strive for opportunities, because I know I have never and will never be given the same opportunities as others. It's harder for a guy like me, and I embrace that fully.

Adversity is my fuel.

Now clearly you didn’t comprehend the most basic information I provided you with by you respond to the change subject so allow me to speak in a way that you can understand.. I haven’t changed. I don’t wish to change.. But the things around me have changed. When things around you change you find yourself adapting to the current situation which causes you to change direction in terms of attention and attitude. I have changed in the eyes of EAW opinions.. I’m easily one of the most hated men on Dynasty and I love it. I embrace it.. I feed off of it. I don’t know where you think because of your accolades you have surpassed me.. Because none of that matters. You can cash in that crown and win the world championship on Voltage if you pleased and it wouldn’t change a thing, Eclipse. With that belt, you’d only make it for a decent run.. And that’s what separates you from me. It’s not about how many accolades you hold under your belt, but rather the value that come from it. The more successful reign and that is where I’ve always beaten you in our careers. While you have had World Championships in past companies, I have had the more credible reigns and even defeated you putting you out of action for one of those World Championships mind you. Nothing has changed in that regard, Eclipse. I’m still the more complete wrestler.

As far as Maero goes.. He is a classic case of biting more off than he can chew. This isn’t The Iconomy where I’d unleash the dogs and let them feast -- now he gets the wolf himself. Since being in The Sanatorium, Victor has a few matches he has been successful in on the third-rate show of the company being Battleground. As I stated earlier, everyone has wishes -- and some come to find out they aren’t talented enough to achieve those and that is what Victor is in spades. Victor is not the only man who has dealt with issues in his life and certainly will not be the last so that serves no importance to me. I’ve stared into Victor’s eyes and I can see a threat from a mile away and Victor isn’t the guy that directs to much attention in that regard. Victor, Crash’s initial reaction to you was “Who the hell is this guy” when your name came up as our opponent and I honestly don’t blame him. Let’s take a dip into reality as Eclipse wished.. Your reality is you’re the lackey of The Sanatorium. You’re a clear underachiever and will inevitably hold your group from furthering in the future no matter if your pride will allow you to admit that or not. You’re incompetent. I guarantee you’ll bring up The Iconomy because it’s the only piece of information you have in order to sound semi-intelligent and I say bring it. I have no shame, no regrets. Through the mist of all of that, the end-result is I’m still better than you. No matter what you decide to bring up from my past -- it’s just become a big part of all of my triumphs that I’ve done nothing short of bury it behind me and rise to the occasion alongside Mr. Crash. You think I’m underestimating you? If anything I’m overestimating you because I expect a fight -- and I’m prepared for it. You see, I’m battle tested and have the battle scars to prove it. One thing Eclipse failed to mention was it was Chris and I at House Of Glass who came inches away from walking out with The EAW Tag Team Champions and not him because only Chris and I were able to qualify for the belts. It was also Eclipse who was pinned and blew qualifying for the titles a month later. So the alleged dream team of Eclipse and Chris clearly was not as strong as Chris Elite and JJ Silva which is exactly why Eclipse was put in his place by yours truly. Do you think you can beat Eclipse, Maero? I have on more than one occasion. I can’t wait to see how you fair against true vile creatures.. And just as I said before --

[size=13]Omerta’s Power Can't Be matched. [/size]

Vixens Cup Promo #3

"Facing Your Own Reality"

(Erica is huddled sitting on a bed in sky blue pajamas, the camera of her notebook aimed at her as she clears her throat, a tired but calm expression on her face.)

You know something, I could just as easily jump into the fray with all of you other girls with the mudslinging and slut-shaming and saying how I'm going to win this and that and how I'm the strongest and say God knows what over about God knows why that happened God knows when. Fortunately, I've decided to forego that trend at least for the time being. There is one person who I want to, no....need to is more appropriate for this case. I need to talk to Veena Adams and this is frankly very important.

Hello Veena.

That may be about as friendly as this gets, so I hope you enjoyed it. Let me be perfectly clear about something: although its not mentioned much, even though I've found other things to talk about and be focused on for the Vixens Cup, I have not forgotten about what you did to me with that steel pipe. As much as being nearly knocked unconscious can affect one's memory and all that, guess what I have playing on my phone and on my laptop the last few days as I am getting prepared for this tournament? It's the clip of you running from behind, a trait that seems to run in your family, and attacking me. You got me good and believe me, I've got the nasty scars to prove it. Want to see?

(Erica parts some of the hair, showing off exactly where the scar is from the attack.)

About 14 stitches I think it was. It was the most disgusting feeling in the world to sit there, barely conscious while getting shot up with morphine so the emergency doctor backstage can do their job and keep me from losing even more blood. My best friend in the entire world watched me, feeling at fault for what happened, was sitting there watching me get stiched up like I was a rag doll getting patched back up.

You don't think that such an event can be forgotten, do you?

I've been wanting to get my hands on you for a long, long time now. Not because I'm jealous of you, which I'm not. Not because I hate your guts, which I do, but because you have gone beyond the call of duty in terms of pissing me off. So what I've had a lot of losses? And? It's not like I can't improve, which I have. My aunt told me something a long time ago and it's stuck with me: "If you're not aiming to be the best in this business, it's not for you. Just go home."

I'm not going home.

In fact tomorrow, I'm going on a plane to Toronto to get ready to kick your ass to demonstrate just how far I've come. Yes, I excel in tag team competition. I haven't been carried at all. You see, we employ this concept called teamwork, Azumi and myself....and as much as it pains me to admit it, even with Sheridan Muller. Whether it's Azumi damn near choking you out or me dropping Raven Lee on her head, we work as a team. Always have, always will, even when she and I meet if not in the Cup final but on Battleground after she accepted my open challenge (which you amusingly enough didn't respond to).

The point of what I'm saying to you, Veena is that even with all my defeats, I'm not going to simply lay down. I have been busting my ass for months now getting better, adding wrinkles that not even Azumi has seen yet to my arsenal. You're going to be the first one to feel the full force of the Thundering Heroine, I promise on everything I love! You escalated this when you busted me open, when you helped Silence hurt my friend. You have even gone beyond that stuff, which I don't take nearly as personal as some of the comments you've made. Yeah, the stuff about my record is fine and fair game, but you want to make fun of how my partner's grasp of the English language isn't quite the same as yours and mine? That is the juvenile level of insults you want to stoop to? Of all the things that have been said that may be the thing that pisses me off the most, and I don't think people in EAW have seen me get quite angry yet. I've been petulant, defiant, but seldom angry. But you, my young friend, are doing a DAMN FINE JOB OF PULLING IT OUT OF ME!

You know what, I want you to know something. You can make fun of the mentorship that I've taken up with Azumi, even though she's proven her worth by beating both you and your monster of a side kick several times. That's fine. Wins and losses aren't the only things that qualify you to guiding someone down the right path. How about life experiences? Although I'm not as tenured as Madison or Tarah and Cameron and don't have the wins that Cailin and Aria do, I've stuck around this place a helluva lot longer than most Vixens do. I am a survivor if nothing else. I can lay out my failures to someone like Azumi, even if they are painful ones that I would rather forget, so that she can reach her full potential and understand what our sport is about. I can teach her how to adapt to an environment that simply wears at people's very souls! I almost turned into a psychopath the pressure cooker put so much stress on me. I don't want her to come here and become another Madison who became so obsessed with winning and becoming champion she became a heartless, merciless individual. I don't want that for her! I want her to be the best that she can possibly be and, in my own meager way, will help her along. I feel an obligation, a responsibility to try to help people along who are willing to listen.

You understand this: I believe that you simply have no friends in this world. I think that even with your uncle and your hired gun Silence you have the same sort of bond that Azumi-chan and myself have. Sometimes, we don't even have to speak. We can just glance at each other and know what is going on. Even when that open challenge I put out was answered by her, I had a feeling all along that she would be the one to answer it. Not because we're on the rocks as a team or because she thinks that I'm hogging her spotlight, but because tag team competition and singles comeptition are two entirely different things. We are great as a unit, but we both understand that at some point we may have to go through each other to reach our goals. When that fight does finally occur, it's going to be physical, it's going to be fierce, but it's going to end with one of us reaching down with a hand to help the other back on their feet and then embracing the other when it's all said and done. That's what TRADITION is all about. THAT IS WHAT FRIENDSHIP IS ALL ABOUT!

Just mentioning that name, Azumi Goto, makes me feel something. It's a feeling of pride knowing that she has chosen me to team with her. It's a feeling of anticipation for the many singles battles that seem to be in our future. It's a mutual respect. The sad thing about all this to me is that you don't understand anything about what I'm saying right now. All you seem to ever understand or appreciate is yourself. You can't comprehend what a friendship entails because to me it doesn't look like you have one. I've seen all these vixens chattering and for goodness sake some of em even sleep together. Who do you talk to? Who do you pass all this time traveling the road with? Surely not your uncle...he's too busy screwing a former Vixens Champion to spend too much time with you, I'm sure. I don't like making things personal with people in EAW. I just want to wrestle. You, however, have made this very personal, physically assaulting me and then insulting me, insulting my partner, and insulting the people who, believe it or not, PAY TO WATCH YOU PERFORM.

This time, there aren't going to be any partners. There are going to be no excuses. It's just going to be you and me, in a ring. No excuses. No blister. No family pedigree. No spartan training. No friends, just the two of us. A part of me wants to bust you open, to make you feel the same needle penetrating your scalp to numb your body so you can be stiched up. The other part wants to make sure you learn a lesson in humility, a lesson in respect for your opponents who put in the work, a respect for EVERYONE in this business, regardless of how tenured or decorated they are. You are going to feel so many emotions in Toronto.

Anger: For you will learn a truth that a child typically learns before they start elementary school, that the world doesn't revolve around them.

Frustration: Because the very person that you have gone out of your way to try to humilate since you arrived in Elite Answers Wrestling will be the person who gives you the whipping of a lifetime.

Regret: Oh, baby, you are going to regret what you said about my partner. And you're going to regret even talking about me. Every punch, every kick, every chop, every slam is going to be filled with emotion and purpose. Believe me, you would have been better off keeping your mouth shut.

Sorrow: When the match is over and you're looking up at me wondering how someone like me can beat someone like you...and then the realization hits. I march on to the quarterfinals the next day while you pack up and head home.

I'm going to enjoy watching you go through all these emotions. I'm going to become your own personal demon, custom made by your fuckery, while I exorcise my own by crushing you. You and I are going to fill our boots in Toronto, trust me. And when I'm done, the plastic surgeons who did such a subpar job on your lips are going to be very busy putting you back together again. Your mind, though? It will never be the same after what I will put you through.

This will be your reality. I'll make sure of it.

Vixens Cup Promo {#}3{/#}

I can stand here and say I am the best, because I prove it on a nightly basis, and I did it all without the benefit of the machine behind me

Every baby is born crying their eyes out
Wanting to return to the warmth of her mother's womb
Once a place that held a sense of security
With her head resting upon her mother's chest
Welcome to life and prepare for a very bumpy ride
This will not be the last time that you will want to cry

Life is one unpredictable adventure
As a traveller, many passengers will pass you by
Dreams will be tarnished, but can also be achieved
Hearts will most certainly be broken but can also be healed
After every storm a rainbow will appear on the other side
But this too is only temporary , as is everything in life

Life can also be spectacular and wonderful
A platform to achieve the ultimate goal
Life is a balance of being fortuitous
Combining the right formula to achieve success

No one can tell you what will happen in the future
No one predict your final destination
People say destiny is written
Set a legacy to be remembered for who you are
Always try hard to be better than yesterday
And finally to enjoy the journey
Legends fall, but new legends are there to pick up the slack

Poem by Madison Kaline 2016

**Madison Kaline is seen backstage at a live event, she is in her dark blue ring gear, hood up, she gives a sweet innocent simile to the camera, as she begins to talk**

Oh Cam, sweet simple Cam, have you been so sheltered and protected for so long that you are this delusional? I can stand here and say I am the very best this division has to offer, because I prove it on a nightly basis, and I did it all without the benefit of the machine behind me, like you had. What’s the matter Cam? You got your panties all in a bunch because someone actually has the balls to say it how it is? You are a pathetic washed up has-been, you can’t take it that someone like me is up and coming, fresh and the present and the future of this company. You look at yourself in the mirror and you see someone who is out of touch, who has lost her looks, talent and everything that she once had, and you just despise the person you see in front of that mirror, and then you look at me, and you just ooze hate because I am everything you once where, but only better. I don’t say these things to be controversial, no, no, no, I say these things about my opponents because it’s the truth, it’s a little thing called honesty, something that most of you people in EAW lack, I am not afraid to say what is on my mind, I am not afraid to say what other people are thinking but don’t have the guts to say it to their face, I can back it up too, and as much as I would love to hand you the beating of your life at the Vixens Cup, you need to worry about getting past Aria Jaxon first, as you have had a difficult time beating her as it is, there is no guarantee you even make it past the first round. But you make no mistake about it, Cameron Ella Ava, and you’re fixed Vixen of the year award, if somehow we do meet up, I will destroy everything about you, do you understand me? I will break every bone in your body; I will rip that beautiful hair you have, right out of your head, and people may ask why would I do all of this? Because I can (Madison laughs) I am the Mistress of Death, and I do as I please, when I please, I don’t wait for someone to tell me what to do, I do it on my own. I create my own path, and I have created my legacy. Now moving on, as I have given Cameron Ella Ava too much of my time as it is.

I move on to my first round opponent for the Vixens Cup in Tarah Nova, so it’s been a couple days, in fact almost a week since we last heard that putrid voice of Tarah’s, the question on everybody’s mind is, has Madison Kaline indeed gotten in the head of Tarah Nova? I have already been in the mind of Tarah’s since Pain for Pride, so there is no question about that, not only is Tarah scared to address me, but she is probably super busy with all the guys she is doing, I mean let’s give her a break people, she does a different man like every day of the week, it’s not easy being a tramp, one thing is for sure, her silence is music to my ears, because the less she talks the better it is for her, because the minute she opens her mouth, and the bullshit that comes out of it, only adds fuel to the fire, I am already going to absolutely kill her at the Vixens Cup Saturday, in our Death Match, where anything goes, no rules, no count outs, nothing is off limits weapons are not only allowed but they are encouraged, and you better believe I will use everything in my power on once again killing the Vixen Killer, for a half of a year this has been going on between Tarah and I, and it all ends Saturday, and people have been asking me, why did I choose a death match, and it’s a simple answer actually it really is, because a death match is how this all ends between us, the only way for this to end, is for one of us to get brutally beaten and morally destroyed, as much as we hate each other, and trust me there are tons of hate, but as much as there is hate between us, there is also a mutual respect between us that will never be said to each other’s face, but just because you respect someone doesn’t mean you have to like them, you see myself and Tarah are the same person with similar personalities different lifestyles for sure, however in this world in which we live, there is only room enough for one of us, and that person who has to go is Tarah, I will not allow her to beat me, I will not allow her continue on in this life, she must go. In fact they all must go, every single one of these Vixens must go, they are all hogging my spotlight, and they are all egotistically, trashy and dishonest.

As much as I don’t want to address this two, people are labeling these two as possibly final round opponents, I find it quite humorous that either of these two would even get past the first round, but I guess I will go on and address them anyway, Haruna and Cloud, these are two Vixens who like to talk, and run their mouth, they are also two Vixens who are massively overrated, I mean what have they accomplished between the two of them? A specialist championship (Madison laughs) big deal, I have accomplished more than the two of them combined, and if by some miracle either one of you two are facing me in the finals, I will have no problem defeating either of you, I have beaten you both before, and I will beat you again down the road, in fact I hope I do indeed face Haruna or Cloud, because they suck, and they are an easy win. Hell I hope I even face that Sheridan girl, she is beyond trash, she makes the worst of the worst look like living legends (Madison laughs) I mean have you people even heard the way this woman speaks? I can never understand a single word she says! Anyway regardless of who I face in this tournament, with Tarah being the first, I will give it my all, and I will defeat every single one of you, nobody will stand in my way of becoming the Vixens Cup Champion, and most importantly nobody will stand in my way of becoming Vixens Champion again. This is my time, my destiny, my division. Welcome to the era of Madison Kaline. (Madison gives an evil laugh, as the camera fades)

Vixens Cup Promo #3

"Confidence 101"

(The scene opens up with Serenity sitting in front of a fireplace smoking a fake pipe while dressed in a robe and ascor.)

Serenity: Welcome to Elite Theater. I'm your host, Serenity Hunter. No relation to EAW Elitist Kevin Hunter. Tonight's presentation is a world premiere. We are pleased to present to you a Cloud Matsuda classic, "Confidence 101".

Lauryn's voice: How is it a classic if this is new?

Serenity: (glares) Don't make me come over there brat!!

Lauryn: (whines) Moooom!

(The scene switches to Cloud standing in a classroom in front of a class composed of sixteen elementary school girls each dressed as a Vixens Cup participant. Cloud herself is dressed an outfit reminiscent of Onegai Teacher.)

Cloud: (smiles) Good morning class!

Class: Good morning Ms. Matsuda!

(Cloud glares)

Class: Good morning Mrs. Dillon!

Cloud: There we go. Today's session is learning about the basics of confidence! Can anyone tell me what confidence is?

(A fair skinned goth with dark hair raised her hand)

Chibi-Tarah: (excited) The power to kick butt!?

Cloud: Close, but not quite. Confidence is the feeling or belief that one can rely on someone or something; firm trust.

(A girl in MMA gear raised her hand.)

Chibi-Angela: Like faith?

Cloud: (shrugs) You could say that. People have different ways of obtaining confidence.

(Cloud turned on the projector, showing the Vixens Cup bracket)

Cloud: Today we are going to take a look at the bracket and explore whether or not each competitor has enough confidence to win the cup. Let us start from the top. Does Brody have what it takes?

(A girl in a "We're all a little crazy" shirt raises her hand)

Chibi-Brody: Hell yeah!

Cloud: Language.

Chibi-Brody: Uh...heck yeah?

Cloud: Good. Brody is fiesty, but her obsessive behavior will be her undoing. If she spent as much time training as she did trying to convince people she's some kind of super freak, she would be a dominant force in this division. Next up, Rey Shamez.

(A blonde dressed in blue and white attire raises her hand.)

Cloud: Yes?

Chibi-Rey: (big smile) Rey Shamez has the confidence to make it! She's wrestling royalty!

Cloud: Hmm. Rey is good, perhaps one of the most promising Vixens who arrived in the past few months. But sadly, her confidence is not hers alone. The downside to coming from a legacy is the assumption that your pedigree will take you far. You lack the hunger of other competitors because in some ways you're already fed. She'll be devoured in the semi-finals.

(Chibi-Rey whimpers)

Cloud: Next up- Azumi Goto.

(A red haired Japanese girl raises her hand.)

Chibi-Azumi: Azumi Goto is the Queen of Submission. Nobody will be able to escape her grasp!

Cloud: (thinks) Hmm...eh. maybe she'll make Silence tap. But, she'll lose to Rey. Why? Because as talented as she is, there's holes in her style. This is further supported by her alliance with Erica Ford. Why team with a subpar Vixen, especially someone who you're actually better than? That's illogical thinking if you ask me. Illogical thinking leads to illogical actions, and that is why she'll lose to Rwy Shamez IF Silence doesn't get to you first.

Chibi-Azumi: (glares) Shinde...

Cloud: (adjust glasses) Now can someone tell me what Raven Lee and Sheridan Müller have in common?

(A blonde girl wearing a 'MinnsTV' shirt eagerly raises her hand.)

Cloud: And no it's not German Efficiency.

Chibi-Sheridan: (looks down) D'aww...

(A Blasian girl wearing white and red attire raises her hand.)

Cloud: Cloud?

Chibi-Cloud: (evil grin) They both lost to Cloud Matsuda-sama!

Cloud: Good! Yes, they both lost to Cloud. The sad part is that they don't want to admit it and move on. Sheridan feels her loss was a fluke. She refuses to understand that a roll-up is just as an important move in wrestling as a German suplex to which by the way Cloud City is an evolution of what the Sherplex is capable of. To denounce the roll-up is to denounce advanced mat wrestling techniques. And to denounce that is to well...denounce German efficiency. Sheridan will get devoured in the second round.

(A punk rocker girl stands up)

Chibi-Raven: WHAT ABOUT ME!? WHAT ABOUT RAVEN!?

Cloud: Nevermore.

(Chibi-Raven runs out the classroom screaming.)

Cloud: Now we're going to skip Cloud and Haruna for now. Moving on to the right side of this bracket. Aria Jaxon and Cameron Ella Ava.

(A girl with oversized Kanye shades raises her hand.)

Chibi-Aria: Aria and Cloud for the finals!

(She and Chibi-Cloud give each other a high five.)

Cloud: Considering her track record and being placed on Team Cross, that is very much a possibility. Being that she not only has teamed with Cloud, but defeated her twice in tag matches, Aria Jaxon knows the tournament favorite inside and out. If they are to meet in the finals, it'll be a match the EAW universe will never forget.

(A dark haired girl in black attire crossed her arms)

Chibi-Cam: Pfft. Do you not know who she's going up against!? Cameron Ella freaking Ava! Former Vixens Champ, former Hall of Fame Champ, former Interw-

Cloud: Exactly.

Chibi-Cam: (blinks) Huh?

Cloud: That's exactly why Cam will lose to Aria. All that arrogance...all of that pomp and circumstance means nothing when you realize that for her to be a former champ, someone has to take a title away from you. This is a business where we live in the now. As of now, Aria Jaxon is better than Cam.

(A girl wearing a red jacket with a hood stood up)

Chibi-Maddie: Just like Madison is better thsn Cloud!

Cloud: Actually you're right. Despite Haruna's interference, Madison is better than Cloud...for the moment. But, it's too bad Cloud won't be able to avenge her loss...

Chibi-Maddie: Why not?

Cloud: Because Tarah Nova is going to kill Madison Kaline. And if Maddie somehow walks out of the death match, she's bound to lose to Aria Jaxon in the semi-finals.

(A blonde wearing a heavy amount of makeup raises her hand.)

Chibi-Veena: What about the others?

Cloud: They have yet to produce anything of value to consider themselves worthy of being a finalist for the cup. If anything, once again Madison gets a free ride to the end. The left side of the bracket will be a test to whoever makes it to the finals.

(The bell rings)

Cloud: That's the lunch bell! We'll take a break here.

(The girls get up from their seats and collect their things.)

Cloud: When you all come back, we'll discuss in detail the rivalry between Cloud Matsuda and Haruna Sakazaki.

(As the children leave, the camera pans in on Cloud who smiles and waves.)

Cloud: We'll be right back after these messages.

Vixens Cup Promo {#}3{/#}

The scene opens up to a familiar outlook, painted cardboard aligned the walls of Sheridan Müller's hotel bedroom, some had painted black and white skyscrapers with an aqua blue background to designate a sky to the painting, whilst others had fake television screens, although, this particular time the television screens were presenting something else. Whilst the left television screen read out, in a bloody red colour '' Is Raven Lee Dead? '' the other read '' How quickly will Cloud and Haruna fall to German Efficiency? '' It had got to the point now, where Sheridan was somewhat worried about Raven's health, she had phoned up the head of the Vixens division, only to have recieved the elgant responce of 'Sheridan it's two in the morning shouldn't you be sleeping?' although it is worth noting, that management of the Vixens division had not seen Raven for some time. If Sheridan wasn't spending time painting her coardboard cut-outs, she herself would have phoned the police, what has happened to Raven Lee? Had she gone on another bender away from the Vixens division, who knows. Sympathy wasn't shown by our Munich born protagonist, however, for even if Raven was thriving and out and about, she would still fall to German Efficiency, would she not. The other television shot, one which was targeting Haruna and Cloud, is what she would be discussing today. For Raven Lee's passing meant Sheridan Müller would automatically advance in the Vixens Cup, to face whoever succeeded within the Cloud and Haruna match. An intricated, fancy looking Sheridan made her way onto the camera shot, with her hair in a French plait, the plait itself running onto her left shoulder and stopping at her chest, and an aesthetically pleasing face, with thin, dark brows, captivating, sea blue eyes and a curious, but keen smirk upon her face. Sheridan gave a sigh, she would pat together certain documents and other pieces of paper upon her lap, as she was sitting on a bed and didn't have a desk in front of herself that would have to go, it would appear the blonde would count herself in from five, before beginning her speech and addressing the Vixens of Elite Answers Wrestling. Of course, Sheridan couldn't start with a round of applause to get Saturdays with Sheridan going, she paused for three seconds or so, before picking up her phone, taking a minute or so to get onto YouTube, and playing a loud, continuous round of applause, she nodded her head, smiled, and proceeded.

'' Yes, yes, come in. Hello hello and welcome to Saturday's with me, your host, Sheridan Müller. Please make yourself comfortable for today's episode is really jam packed with lots of fun and exciting segments, ja, yes. SO. Our first agenda that we simply must discuss is the assumed passing of Raven Lee. Raven used to be a decent fighter, a good wrestler and according to sources of Saturday's with Sheridan, she was a nice and spirited person also. It would seem that, as she grew closer and closer to her passing, she become a bad wrestler and a bad person. For if Raven Lee were a good person, she would have the common decency to reply to German Efficiency. It goes to show, does it not? For Raven has not answered my calls to her, my pleas for a reply. You paint me as the bad guy in this situation, you people watching this video. But I am a decent person. I cannot help I am a superior being to Raven Lee, I did not ask to be born in Germany, even though I am extremely happy, and I certainly didn't beg for anybody to bestow such wonderful looks and such a talent and knack for being the best wrestler in the world upon myself. But they did. I am the hottest, nicest, and by far most efficient individual in the Vixens division. Am I not? I do not resort to roll ups, I do not find myself using illegal objects; and when somebody calls me out I have the kindness within me, and the enthusiasm to respond to them. But Raven does not, not only is she a bad wrestler, that much has been erudited within my brain, but she is also a bitch. She is ignorant, she does not reply to the Tigress, the personification of German efficiency. So unfortunately I have to waste a segment of Saturday's with Sheridan addressing this cunt, instead of talking about the finer things in life. I have to call out Raven Lee again, I have to know is she even going to turn up to the Vixens Cup? Is she even alive? Who knows. I do not. I have spent valuable time, when I could have been training, or making the set of this video looking pristine and nice, I have wasted this time calling people, looking under pillows and rugs for Raven Lee. Why does Raven Lee hide from me. I can only assume that, either she is scared of being within the same ring as me or she has passed away. If the latter has occurred, I ask, I reach out for a family member of Raven's to please call us here at Saturday's with Sheridan, or at least have some respect or decorum for the company she works for, in this case EAW. If you have seen, or heard from Raven Lee, and know if she is breathing or six feet under, have some etiquette to call in, and tell us about it. I would like to know the state of my opponents health before I get into the ring with her, for I am a nice person. Instead of being efficient in taking Raven down, and not caring for the state of her body whilst I do so, I can show some sympathy, and let her lay down and stare up to the lights as I advance to the next round of the Vixens Cup. So I repeat, I cease again that, Raven Lee, Raven Lee, come out from your hiding spot and answer me. I grow bored of you, tired of you. Instead of being a fighter you further prove my point that the Vixens division is up to the brim of people like yourself, talentless, whining, dirty, cheating, hoodwinking bitches. You only care about the money of the business, or how many likes your pictures can get on social media instead of caring about putting on a good wrestling match for the audience who paid money to watch you. You don't care about training, you don't care about being efficient in the ring, and you are the reason that I have to once again go out of my way and try help other people. I was evidently brought into EAW to improve the standard of wrestling in the women's division, you only have to look as far as yourself, and the likes of Haruna, Azumi and Madison to see that at least a third of the women in this tournament cannot even wrestle. You know what really gets me though, what really pricks my side, is that you don't even have the courtesy to go your job right. You're a wrestle, you train, you do these video things, you have to be charismatic and you have to have the efficiency and stamina and athleticism to produce and churn out a match. You don't care about being a wrestler. You do not give a single fuck about being entertaining, all you care about is your depressed little self and your shitty life and as long as EAW put money into your bank account you couldn't give half a shit about anybody else about yourself, you ignorant, emotional, self centred cunt. I am not wasting another breath talking about you. Moving on. ''

'' So I look ahead, because whilst Raven's death has a lot of positives for the division, a somewhat negative means I don't have to fight anybody and instead wait, backstage, to see who is victorious out of Cloud and Haruna. I haven't really been paying their story any attention, I have not a clue why they are at one another's heads, I can only assume Haruna and Cailin were fucking and then Cloud swooped in and now Cloud and Cailin are dating and Haruna wants to date Cloud or something. I don't know. I'm a wrestler, not a dating expert. What I do know, however, is that there's tension there, there's personal you know, feelings. So what they're going to do, what Haruna and Cloud are going to do, is they are going to let that personal beef, that fighting tension, tear apart their match. They'll be kicking, punching, it will be a brawl, there won't be any sportsmanship, I can tell you that from experience, Cloud is a cheating, roll up using, happy go lucky bag of quotes who has put the wool over your eyes so you believe she is a capable athlete. No. Wrong. Bad, no no. Cloud is a cheating, hoodwinking, double crossing fraud of a wrestler, she isn't a wrestler, she is a swindler, she's like the mini version of Cailin, you like her because she's nice. When the reality is she is a bad wrestler, so makes you sympathize with her so you don't see that. None of this stuff matters, really. Cloud could be the president of the world, Cloud could have said twenty children from a burning building, would that make her a hero? Yes. Would it make her a better wrestler, as a matter of fact, would it make her better than me, Sheridan, fucking, Müller. Would it, ding ding ding mother fucker, it would not. Oh no, shock. Cloud is an idealist. She is a fantasizer, she believes that the world is made of chocolate buildings and candy canes. No. The reality is, from a realist view and a realist perspective, is that none of what she says to Haruna matters, or vice versa, the reality of it all is that, once you are between the wrestling ropes, all these videos mean very little. Cloud is going to spew these motivational words, these speeches about how she is determined and how she wants it more and this never give up attitude, she believes that positivity and enthusiasm can win you matches, she believes the world is guided by practical considerations, daydreaming has no place in the wrestling world. Daydreaming will definitely not have a place in Sheridan Müller's ring. I cannot say the same about Haruna, for Haruna just seems like she is jealous of Cloud, or whatever, I have no fucking clue really. Cloud and Haruna have a fucked up relationship, Cailin has pumped up Cloud to the brim with motivation and cotton candy and sweets and made her, formed her into Cailin 2.0, yes, Cloud is just the creation of Cailin. If you get a hose, and a sponge, and spray Cloud, you'll find Cailin underneath. I cannot say much more, on the little love triangle that is Haruna Sakazaki, Cloud Matsuda and Cailin Dillon, all I can say is that German Efficiency knows no bounds, and that German Efficiency doesn't take love into consideration, especially in a wrestling environment. ''

'' You know what, now that I think of it, whilst I was browsing the EAW Network, I did see something which, not to sound dirty, but it really nearly made me piss myself. I cast my eyes on Cameron Ella Ava, yes that's right I'm about to call her out, strap your seatbelt. Now, I am aware of Cameron Ella Ava, the past however many times she's won a championship, but the fact of the matter is, she called Aria Jaxon, who by the way Cameron, I agree she is a bit sad and I almost feel sympathy for her. But what made me think 'Wow, this Cameron is a cocky bitch' is that you state Aria Jaxon relies on her past victory at Empress Of Elite, but then when addressing Madison later in her little video, she goes on to brag to Madison about how she's a thirteen time or however many times it was, Vixen of the year, and how she won the Interwire title for a month and a half, and how apparently that is the best title reign of all time. What really got my stuck, and trust me I'm a smart individual, I'm German after all, is how Cameron can berate and throw her toys from the pram that Aria talks about her Empress Of Elite victory, but then when Cameron brags about all her victories to Madison, it's okay? Erm, no. That's called a bitch move, Cameron. That is called being controversial, and hypocritical. I didn't realise we had so many historians within EAW, because boy do you girls love bitching about what you did last year, or the year before, or even the year before that. Let me cut the line here, as a matter of fact, allow me to make this clear to each and every female in this Vixens Cup. Past achievements? Don't matter. Shoo, gone. The fact that the likes of Cameron Ella Ava, who is apparently the dinosaur of the locker room, the fact that she still thinks that what she achieved four years ago matters in the modern day is a joke. The past doesn't matter anymore, the past doesn't apply in the present or the future, it's an absolute joke that you rely on past title reigns to try and credit yourself or make yourself seem like a threat. How pathetic, so Cameron, let me bite your ear on this one, because you were a rookie four years ago, and as you held the Interwire title for a little over a month, it means that every Vixen in this tournament is incapable of beating you? You just assume we're all the same in wrestling ability and in spirit? Okay, just give me a second here, I'm just checking you off my list of possible Vixen Cup winners, because you're saying, you are attempting to prove that you're not a veteran and you're not about to sit down in a coffin and die, like Raven, I assume, has, but then to show the world that you're not old, you talk about your past. Allow me to personally tell you that you are past it. We are in a new year now, if you want to bring up your victories from eighteen eighty six then that's cool, you do that. But the minute you base your past self and try to apply it to the future, is where I officially call you a joke. All that matters if the future, I'm not sticking up for Aria Jaxon, and I sure as hell am not siding myself with Tarah Nova or Madison Kaline, but I am calling you out as a joke. I already know what you're going to say to me. '' Oh Sheridan, you poor rookie, I won this title twenty four years ago so I'll beat you in this tournament, I have earned the right to say this. '' Etc etc etc. Get the hell out of this Vixens Cup and back to the retirement home. I am not having this behaviour in my tournament, and when I do win this Cup, because trust me, German Efficiency never loses, one of my first tasks I will self enroll myself with will be to single handedly break you. All that matters is the future, Cameron, actually, to everyone, open your ears. Because all that matters if the future, and that future is German Efficiency. ''

Vixens Cup #3

This Cup will prove to world that EAW as the best women division around the world. This will probably put one of the younger vixens on the map or help a veteran keep their position as a main attraction of the division. EAW tried this before with Empress Of The Elite but it isn't going to be as successful as The Vixens Cup. Because this time around the competition will be better. Out of all the sixteen Vixens, all Sixteen have a chance to win. Out of the all sixteen Vixens, all have of them have they fight for. All have their reason of they want to win the Vixens Cup in front of what I hope is a sold out crowd.

Brody & Rey are fighting for the right have a match every week, Rey probably wants to get out of the shadow of her cousin Kendra’s shadow. Sheridan is fighting to prove that “German Efficiency” can't be matched when it come to having a second wind. Cloud is still probably fighting for revenge while Haruna is fighting for what guessing…..is her honor. Cameron is probably in this tournament for her legacy, while Aria is fighting her status as Empress Of The Elite that she has earned. Erica is fighting for her change of heart, Veena in this tournament to probably….that she's not just DEDEDE’s niece. While Maddison and Tarah just want to make that one leaves in a body bag.

But why am I fighting? The world is trying to know what is Azumi Goto fighting for. The answer is pretty simple, I'm fighting for my worthiness in this division. When I showed up here I was arrogant, I proclaimed that I was the Queen of EAW. I had learn a lesson in humility to be who I am right now, to be in front of tens of thousands of people to showcase my ability in the ring. I want to win the Vixens Cup to face off against the likes of Madison Kaline, Eris LeCava, Cailin Dillon, and Tarah Nova. I want to part to be part of the Main Event picture in this division. But there's a locked door in front of me keeping me away from the my dream and this Vixens Cup Trophy happens to my key to that dream. So when the 11th & 12th of March comes around, I “The Queen of Submission” Azumi Goto will fire of the first shot of the War for the Vixens Cup.

Battleground Promo #3

The scene opens inside the Arizona Veteran's Memorial Colosseum just moment after Mark Michaels' assault on Donny Diamond, and Joshua Kroner.

Michaels: "  I’ve given… and given… and given to this company for a long time now. I have been pushing through as many obstacles as I could, doing whatever I could to win and inch my way closer to the championship picture, but I intend to change the idea in people’s head about Mark Michaels. Change it from thinking that I cannot win the big one, into people being struck with shock and awe at the “upset” that I will pull when actually claim with my own two hands a championship of my own! I’m about to stand up and take what belongs to me! Whether it’s the New Breed Championship, the National Elite Championship, or even the World Heavyweight Championship, I will claim it! No man, woman, or child will prevent me from gaining my rightful possession of championship gold! Mark my words, Dynasty! I will be champion and I will do it in spite of every single person that has ever paid a dime to this industry and to those who run it!"

Michaels tosses the microphone, and exits the ring, pausing at the top of the ramp to mouth a few last insults to the jeering crowd. Michaels steps thru the curtain to find his agent, Johnny J, waiting for him at the gorilla position.

Johnny: "What the hell was that Mark? Why did you just go out there and level two guys who you had no beef with?"

Michaels: "Why? How about to show the whole world, including those morons in charge of this show, that I'm leagues better then the bargain basement, sons of bitches that the higher up of Dynasty have been choosing to stick me with for the past eight months!  You know, the ones that Conning, Monroe, and all the rest favor instead of me!"

Johnny: "But Mark, you could have seriously injured those guys."

Michaels: "You think I really give a fuck? I told everyone that I'm sick and goddamn tired of the Donny Diamonds, Joshua Kroners, Daniel Marshalls, Rex McAlistars, and Terry Chambers of this world, stealing my spotlight, and my opportunities. And I don't care how many of them I have to leave laid out, I'm going to run over each and every last bastard who's either too unlucky, or too dumb to be placed in my way, till I get what I'm owed. And tonight was just the beginning. I'm going to roll right into Battleground this Monday night, and make examples out of those three goofs who think that they're gonna stand better than a snowflake's chance in hell against me.

Oh yeah, see even though Rex McAlistar might be critiquing the opponents I've smacked around. I have to ask just who, if anybody, he's beaten? Rex, whether or not you  think I'm as good as I say I am, and trust me I am, I can guarantee that I'm leagues better that you are jackass. So before you try and waste another thirty seconds of my life with one of your lame, wannabe hipster insults, just remember that every word that passes thru your lips, is just more motivation for me to plant your fucking skull into the mat with a Picture Perfect.

And then there's Daniel Marshall, whining like a little bitch for more of my attention. I wonder if it ever occurred to that peon, that I didn't respond to anything he had to say, because a brainless, worthless, hopeless, good for nothing, piece of dog feces like him, isn't worth wasting my time to listen to.   And what makes it all really sad, is his little Mark Michaels lite act. The press conferences, the personal interviewers, claiming to be the greatest wrestler in the whole world. Who the fuck do you think you're fooling? Everyone can see right thru your Michaels Envy suffering, copycat ass. Hell, you're wannabe me act, is a bigger rip off than Mister Pibb.  So come this Monday night, I'm going to show you, and all the rest of the haters out there watching me, that there's no substitute for Perfection.

And after I'm done beating the shit out of those two, I'm going to turn all my attention to mister movie star, Terry Chambers. The guy who like an idiot says he couldn't care about the prize money that goes to the winner. Which is a shame, because you would think he'd be a little more appreciative of this opportunity, considering who his mother had to turn tricks for nickels, just to feed his ungrateful ass. I mean did staring in 'Transvestites gone wild' really pay that much? Maybe you got a bigger check for the sequel? Or maybe you're just putting up a front, so that you can keep deluding yourself into thinking that you didn't flop as an actor, the same way you pretend that you're not complete shit as a wrestler. Well then consider this fatal four way match as wake up call from reality. Because just like every other over confidant asshole that;s come my way the past few weeks, I'm going to beat your overgrown, muscle head, ass..."

Michaels snaps his fingers.

Michaels: "Just like that. And what's more, I'll only need one take to do it! Because when it's twenty thousand dollars on the line, and more importantly, a chance at a future title shot, then you know I'm going to tear thru all three of you chumps, like gangbusters! This Monday night, you boys are gonna get your asses handed to you by the greatest professional athlete to ever lace up a pair of boots.  The Twitter Trendsetter, The Instagram Icon, The Hash Tag Hero to millions of people from every corner of the globe. The man who has an army of followers who have made him the undisputed Social Media Champion, the Destiny of Dynasty, the bastion of Battleground, the Brighest burning star that EAW will ever know. And the man who come Tuesday morning will be one step closer to a rightfully deserved championship match, Terry, Rex, Danny, and everyone who sit on the board of directors can can Picture THAT!"

WITH THAT THE VIDEO FADES TO BLACK.

Fighting Spirit II - Promo #3

Phoenix you are right about transitioning from college wrestling to the land of the elite. Sometimes people don't make the one hundred eighty degree[size=13]jump[/size] and land perfectly on the spot on the transition. A perfect example of someone making that transition and doing a successful job at it is StarrStan. Stan is a legend in this business and will be in the EAW Hall of Fame! I'm not trying to say I will become a legend like he is but the transition Starr made is what I'm trying to accomplish and I think I'm doing a real good job at it. Any transition in life from a college student to there new job is super tough. If anyone thinks transitioning to a new job is easy they are lying, plain and simple. Fifteen years you spent in the independent scene? No disrespect but if there is anyone taking notes on myself it's you. You spent fifteen years traveling around the world just to make it to the big leagues at the land of the elite. Funny thing about this is I made it here to the land of the elite in less than three years. You know my next move? I seriously doubt that my friend, I suggest go watching some tapes and studying your enemies before you talk the talk. But the question is can you walk the walk? The New York City Medical Center will be expecting your business Sunday night, get ready because the wrestling machine is ready to take the brass ring!

ONI....ONI....ONI.....you claimed Eclipse Diemos now King Diemos showed you the light? You decided to follow in his footsteps....You probably pray with him at night right? Or whatever little darkish thing you guys do but nevermind about that. The fact of the matter is King Diemos won't be ringside for the Open Fight Gauntlet, he has other things to worry about in life and that's his own match at Fighting Spirit II. Violence is the number one answer here at the land of the elite and get ready to put all your blood, sweat and tears all on the table on Sunday night because Lucas Johnson is ready to burst through you or anyone that stands in my way, and that includes Ryan Young.

Ryan Young you maybe got lucky on Battleground with that roll up victory but this Sunday, the Cinderella story ends with OSU's finest taking the brass ring by the throat and crushing it until everyone else lets go and it's truly mine. There is nothing to worry about Mr. Young? You may have scouted that Shooting Star Press but that won't happen again. If that doesn't work on you it might as well work on Nick Angel. Nick why are you even comparing me to legends in this business like Heart Break Gal or Y2Impact? I'm no way up to there level my friend but that could all change this Sunday when I jump to the top of the New Breed division and take out you as the veteran. Your time is up Angel and you need to realize that, you've been in the New Breed division for way to long it's time for you to make it up the exit ramp!

As for Dachs, Monday night i'm going to become $20,000 richer when I beat you to a pulp. The fun and games are over, the monster comes out of me as the bullying ends forever...

Fighting Spirit #3

Lost in a maze, Cailin Dillon searches for the end. Every wrong turn is met with a twist, a laughing member of Hexa-gun shaking their head and blocking the path or reminding her of her insignificance to them. But every time, Cailin shakes her head and powers past them. She won’t let anything hold her back. Suddenly, there’s a light at the end of a tunnel. She looks around and heads towards it. And then it all changes. All six of the members of Hexa-gun come walking out to block the exit. Each one raises a gun and she covers her eyes at the light grows brighter. There’s a number of gun shots that ring out, over and over, as smoke fills the area. When the lights come down and the smoke clears, Cailin is seen standing there unharmed. All six Hexa-gun members look on in shock and drop their weapons as she starts towards them, chasing them into the light when…

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Cailin reaches over and slaps an alarm clock, smiling to herself as she sees the time. She sits up in bed and grabs for her phone, turning on the camera and speaking into it.

I gave myself some time to sleep on this. It all seemed too easy so I wanted to be sure. But what I saw was the same babble. The same bullshit. These are the kinda of people that would get stopped for a DUI and shout at the cops, “Do you know who I fucking am?” This as they were being dragged away in handcuffs like the miserable little shits they are. There was a hole in what they said, I simply pointed it out. Y2Impact did his damndest to close the gap and make it seem insignificant. Yet, it’s one of the reasons they pressed so hard against Team Cross. They say we don’t know anything about each other. They saw we can’t possibly be on the same page. This goes beyond sandwiches you imbecile. Let me break it down like you did: I’m saying things to try and make what she said seem irrelevant, and now I’m going to call her ugly or a crackwhore. And we’ll top it all of with our monkey Luzmale hitting the cymbal. Good gawd almighty, I think I just wrote an award winning promo my dear Claudia. Say, my overbite isn’t all that noticeable is it? And how about my herpes? And that my friends, is exactly how you come out sounding like an idiot. And understand this is nothing new. So many have been defeated by this, but usually it’s easier for him. This week has toiled, he has wallowed. You can see him getting angrier. You can see the veins in his forehead pop out among the wrinkles. They all expected this group to pack up and go home by now. They’ve let themselves believe that their insults have some sort of magical power and can leave lasting scars. I’m so thrilled that you have accomplished so much in your career while simultaneously baffled that you believe it gives you the right to call any kind of shots. You’re just trying to big time now. Who’s to say I wouldn’t be a five or six-time Vixen’s champion by now if I’d come in earlier. It’s clear you’re just underestimating me now. While you all joke in your private inner circles and call me a punchline, I’ve come out punching. And whether Eris wants to accept it or not, she’s slandered the name of the Vixen’s title her mentor holds so dear. In a match that she claimed would be easy, she came out the loser. And suddenly people are left scratching their heads. Is she really the best Vixen or not? But while your group concentrates its efforts on trying to insult us, big time us and point out that others have tried and failed, you’ll soon see that we aren’t those people. You try to compare us to others when we are our own group. You think we can’t possibly do this, and we’re going to completely shock your closed minds. You think you have these ideas that are new and radical, and you’re just defending and fighting for your own beliefs. We have an idea that you’re just six people who are completely full of crap. You won’t back down, though, and I wouldn’t want you to. Not when I can beat your ass right out of that ring and make sure Hexa-gun never attempts to impose its will around here again.

I was a little surprised, Claudia, that you had nothing better to come up with then to compare me to Aria. That’s interesting because I assumed you would have more to say about me. I guess you probably think you’ve already wasted enough time on me and please keep that approach. It makes it all that much easier to take care of things this weekend. In a lot of ways, I still am a newcomer here. Oh, but you mean Eris is, too? Yes, Aria, Eris and I all came here in the same month. Big whoop. But I guess your belief is that anyone who hasn’t been around that long should bend down to kiss the feet of you walking dinosaurs. Please, give undue respect to people who could give two shits about us? You’re just like your man on this one. A group of new people come in and you’re yelling for us to get out because you were here first. You can’t possibly accept people challenging the ground you stand on. You pretend like you built this amazing product here and that the current crop is diluting it. But things change over time. I’d argue that things are better now then they have been in a long time. If anything, the product that was watered down is now as good as its been in some time. But you’ve been busy on your own front, taking part in a war with no real win for your party. No matter what you do or who you beat, it will never be enough. It will still just be the six of you supporting an individualistic cause that means to support just you six. You think that you could gain control, but it just won’t happen. If you win you could take over Voltage, but you won’t even get the chance. By the end of this weekend, Hexa-gun will be finished. And what will be said then in your private circles? You know, that small conversation between the six of you? I bet it will be real peachy when you go over the terms of the breakup. You have confidence? Who doesn’t? You have credentials? Well, duh. You’ve been here for a long time and you’re still here. There’s a no brainer. Here’s another one for you, I’m not going anywhere. I’m not a bug for you to squash and I’m not a joke. You think my win over Eris was a fluke? Go ahead and let yourself believe that. That’s a dream. A myth. I came in ready to beat her and I did. Nothing she could do took me down. You’ll see that same version of me when we meet on Sunday. And I promise you HBG, absolutely, that if this match comes down to the two of us, it will be my team walking out the winner. Whether I have to make you quit like Eris did, or pin you, I will win for Team Cross. This isn’t about me, and this isn’t about you. This is about what’s right for EAW. And I will fight my ass off and give everything I have to make damn sure my teammates are the ones having their hands raised at the end of this match.

Hexa-gun has been a fun, yet unnecessary chapter in EAW history. But it’s time ot move on. You can think what you want Y2Impact, and you can spend all your time whipping out the superlatives and explaining to us all how you’re so much better. It’s all that experience right? Those times you spent as champion? This match isn’t about championship legacies, this is just about cleaning out the rats. The traps are set, and you aren’t getting out of this one. The past is just that. It’s the past, it’s old. This is about now. This is about an EAW that’s even better with out Hexa-gun. Two teams will meet at Fighting Spirit and fight right on the edge of a proverbial cliff. But in the end, it won’t be the members of Team Cross lying at the bottom of the pit with their careers in shambles. It will be the Hexa-gun six laying wide-eyed on their backs and trying to figure out how in the hell they will come back from this one. You’ve done a lot of talking this week, but how will you talk your ways out of this one.

Cailin hits the record button to stop at looks at the clock as she jumps out of bed and grabs her bag to head to the gym.

FIGHTING SPIRIT #3

THE CITY THAT NEVER SLEEPS

Outclassed...inferior...rude...

All of these were being used to describe everyone's favorite American Tradition as Fighting Spirit 2 inched closer and closer. Marquee Night/Fightclub was about to be lit up when EAW rolled into town, and Phoenix was one of the guys who just could. Not. Wait. His first international exposure as part of EAW was going to be on their annual brand-exclusive Free-Per-View. His opponents were all just brushing him off, even though they all knew in the backs of their minds that he was the odds-on favorite to not only survive, but thrive within the confines, and catapult himself into the main scene of Voltage. He just had to get through this gauntlet match first. Which may be a bit of an issue, but stuff like this is what Phoenix was built for. It's what he had trained fifteen years for. This was his moment to shine, and everyone else in the match was just...supporting cast members. They were all good in their own respects, but Phoenix was just THAT MUCH better. Enough to know that he could maybe not easily, but he could walk out of this match, arm held high, and an exhausted smile on his face knowing that he just took on some of the best new stars that Voltage could muster up. The sky was the limit for Chi-Town's Finest, it was simply...a matter of time.

New York, New York. The City that Never Sleeps. The Mecca of Professional Wrestling. Phoenix had been here many a time with various independent promotions, but this was only at venues such as the Manhattan Center. Historical in their own right, but never quite the level of international superstardom that Phoenix was on the cusp of now. It was late out tonight, as the wind whipped around. Not cold, just windy. The hood of his sweatshirt whipped back and forth, as the Chicago Bears skullcap on his head was keeping his ears toasty. Watching the latest videos of his opponents on his phone made him chuckle a bit to himself. Finishing up, he turned his phone's camcorder on himself, as he sat down on a bench on the corner. The buses had stopped running this route for the night, and by this hour, not many people were out, so he could record in relative peace.

"Just a couple of days away from quite possibly the biggest night of my life. Until I make my FPV debut for Voltage at Fighting Spirit. Now, you would THINK that my opponents in this Open Fight match would start to understand the caliber and the tenacity of the man that is stepping into the ring with this this weekend, but from what all of you can see...that's not the case. I'm still pretty much being overlooked by guys like Ryan Young, who couldn't even be bothered to talk about me in between his malarkey, so this is going out to Lucas, ONI, and Nicholas Angel, since they are the ones who can't seem to keep my name out their mouth, as they should. It's amusing, though. For all the experience, and all of my travels...the only one who seems to have any shred of respect for me, is the same man that wants me up on his mantle...in the nicest way possible, I can imagine. ONI, I hate to break it to you but you not caring about my well-being? Well, that makes two of us. You see, when something of this magnitude is on the line? I tend to forget that I'm human, and I just go all-out. Balls to the wall, if you'll mind my being so crass towards you. See, you and I? We seem to have this mutual respect based in blood. You say that you're going to push me to my limits, when you haven't even seen what my limits are yet. That alone should scare you. Remember when I mentioned my Ultraviolence alter-ego from way back when? He's still beating at the door, waiting to be released at the exact right moment. You don't want that, ONI. I can promise you on everything I love...you don't want him. Because his limits are non-existent. He enjoys making people bleed. Breaking bones. Ending careers, ONI. Do you get what I'm trying to say to you? Do you understand now? I don't want that for you, because unlike the rest of the participants in this match, I actually like you. You should take that, and cherish it, because that is not something I dole out lightly. Whether you can give me your full attention or not in this match is all up to you, but what you WILL give me, is your upmost respect because I would like to think that I have earned it thus far. The chamber just got spun again, ONI. I'm ready to pull the trigger, and live to fight for yet another day. Are you ready to pull that same trigger, and take that chance? I came to EAW to face off against the best in the world. You say that I'm in the twilight of my career, but yet...I think I'm just hitting my stride. Not only in wrestling, but in life itself. EAW convinced me that now is not the right time to hang up the boots, but rather...keep lacing them up to prove that I belong with the elite here. Time...after time...after time...I have earned my spot here, and I will continue to rise up, and I don't care if I eventually have to go through the entire Sanitorium to do it."

Phoenix took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts as he continued.

"Nicholas. We keep finding ourselves running in this same loop, don't we? Except here comes the killshot. You sit there, and you dare make excuses for your loss to me? 'Oh, I had someone in the way...' 'Oh, my boots were untied...' 'Oh...I can't just take the loss like a man...' Get over your ego, Nick. Just man up, call a spade a spade, and admit you lost to the better competitior. You didn't 'outclass' me, Nick. There's no way that you saw the same match that everyone else did, because if you had? You would've seen that we took each other pillar to post in that match. YOU made the mistake, and you got caught for it. Do not sit there, and tell me you had that match the whole time, because I will call you out on it every single time. This whole delusion of grandeur you have about rising back up in the ranks of EAW is nothing short of laughable, to be honest. Record shows that you have tried, and you failed. You tried, and you failed. You're looking like a broken record at this point. Not even a good one at that. Like one of those cheap McDonald's records that my parents had in a contest. Look it up, kids. You'll know what I'm talking about. You see, while I was originally just giving you a hard time with the small package of doom, it's just one thing I used, because I knew it would work. Now, if you really want your face kicked in, I'm sure I can heartily oblige that, too. My career here isn't going to be short, because I know my worth to this company, and I know how good I can be, if given the chance. For example, this Sunday...I'm being given that chance, and I'm going to run with it till the wheels fall off. I have no intention of going anywhere, and I'm sure that just irritates the hell outta you, doesn't it? You go on and on and on about how I stand no chance here, and how you're going to help me to the unemployment line because you KNOW that I have every chance to outshine you, and because I'm new, you think you can just walk all over me, and stomp me out of existence. Spoiler alert, Nick. I have no plans on going anywhere but up in EAW, and the catalyst of that rise begins at Fighting Spirit. I'm going to make a special note to myself to make sure I'm the one who takes you out of this match, and then you'll be straight out of excuses as to why you will fade back into the darkness. You'll simply have no one to blame but yourself. Sorry, sunshine. That's just the long and short of it."

A horn honked to acknowledge Phoenix. He waved back, before returning his attention to the camera.

"Lucas...let me clear the air here. I meant no disrespect to your family when I said what I said. I was directing that towards you, and you alone. It just sometimes...careers don't pan out how one thinks they should. Nine times out of ten, a collegiate wrestler making the transition into our sport doesn't fare too well. It's just a simple fact of life, no shame in that. You made the jump, and you made it successfully so far. I commend you on that, but now? Now, it's go time. I did have to laugh at a couple of things you said, though. You said I only have a couple years learning my craft. I think you need to clean out your ears, sunshine. Fifteen years is a LOT longer than two, and HELL of a lot longer than the one you've had. This craft that we ply has become not only that, but an art form for me. A science, even. I am calculating. I know your next move before even you do. I can look at you, know what you're going to do, and counter it into holds that you've never seen or felt before. Your time in college wrestling, and your year here being a professional are adorable at best. I understand that you have something to prove in front of your family, and I applaud your trying, but it just won't happen. Not on Sunday. Not on my watch. This is mine to win, whether you wish to argue that fact or not. In short, you're not gonna make me tap out, you're not gonna pull and Xavier on me, and break my arm, and you WONT be walking out of Fighting Spirit with your arm raised up high. Sorry."

As he reached into the inside of his jacket, he pulled out his grape Kickstart bottle, taking a quick sip of it to clear his throat. When one was walking around New York City at night, staying hydrated was a must. Be safe, kids.

"Ryan...I don't even know why I should bother mentioning you. You seem to be WAAY too busy to worry about everything else except for this match, so I'll leave you with this. Get out of your monkey suit, and get your ass into the gym. Into the ring. Train like you never have before. Because with the caliber of wrestlers you're stepping into the ring with? You are WAY out of your league right now. Any one of these chaps could drop you on your head, and you wouldn't realize till you woke up later on, and tried to remember the name of the Mack truck that ran you down. Your two little matches mean nothing up to this point, because you have five other bad mammajammas that want nothing more than to be the one to say they took you out."

Phoenix flashed the deuces at the camera, as a sly smirk crossed his face.

"Sunday night is my time to shine. Y'all don't want it with me. Be prepared, because I know I will be. You're looking at the next breakout star of Voltage, and by proxy, EAW. That, friends...is change you can believe in."

End feed.

Fighting Spirit II - Promo #2

(Reporters gather around Lucas Johnson at a local gym in New York City as he takes his break from his workout for media interviews for the upcoming Fighting Spirit event)

Reporter #1: Good afternoon Mr. Johnson, you said yesterday that your parents will be ringside at Fighting Spirit II to cheer you on along with tons of Elite Answers Wrestling fans at the Marquee Nightclub. What are your emotions for the match right now?

Well for starters, I would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous for this match. I came back from a major injury to my left arm and recovered in three months just to make it to Sunday Night and perform in front of my parents and participate in my first free per-view event.

Reporter #2: Lucas, have you listened to ONI and Phoenix's comments that they made earlier today?

Yes I did actually when I was in the car on the way to the gym. First off with ONI, he's damn right about EAW being a bloodsport. Before this was even the land of the elite, this company used to be called the land of extreme. Also absolutely there is no question that college wrestling and Elite Answers Wrestling is two different entities. ONI needs to know that I'm not afraid to shed blood or even make my opponents bleed. My one object in wrestling is to wrestle my heart out until I physically have to get carted out of the arena to a local hospital. The Wrestling Machine is ready to lock in that Machine Break and break someone's arm this Sunday and that could be you ONI so watch out. Keep making jokes about my NCAA title victories because the truth of the matter is you're just jealous that you can't reach the level that I'm at in this early point of my career. I would start thinking outside the box my friend because this Sunday you will see some things that you haven't seen out of me before!

Mr. Phoenix Winterborn, you claim you lighted a fire under my ass but you are terribly wrong. I always have heart and determination about this business inside or outside the ring. I'm going to need what though? Different wrestling styles that you learned all over the world in a couple of years when I learned that less than one? You got another thing coming kid, thinking you are all tough thinking you are the veteran out of the bunch just because you have wrestling experience in the independent scene. It will be pretty funny when a professional college athlete now an EAW elitist makes you tap out on Sunday and sends you a lovely hospital bill. I want the approval of my family that I made the right career choice really? First off don't you ever and I mean EVER talk about my family in a rude manor. My parents have always been their for me all my life and I am truly lucky for that. Secondly I didn't even know my parents were coming in the first place, the true fact of the matter is that my aunt has been dealing with breast cancer in Florida and traveled home on early notice because my aunt was doing better then expected after a serious operation. You know Phoenix.....I'll be so nice to you that I will not only break one arm for you but I will break your other arm also! Can't wait to see you on Sunday!

Reporter #3: Finally Lucas what is your plan going forward from now until Sunday night?

My plan is right now to continue training two times a day for hours upon hours, eat salads and rest every night and continue that process until it's showtime! Hope all of you watch Fighting Spirit II and the hot New Breed division in the Open Fight Gauntlet this Sunday at the Marquee Nightclub and also on free per-view!

(The media reporters walk out of the gym as Lucas goes back to training)

Reasonable Doubt #3

I can't seem to understand why the bookers keep putting me against sub-par talent when I prove to them time and time again that I can defeat the upper echelon of Elitist here in EAW. For every Jamie O' Hara I defeat, I'm stuck with facing a Lucas Johnson on Battleground, and for every Dark Demon that I whip, I have to face a Beretta. I sat and pondered why I wasn't getting the title shot that I deserved and I think I may have found out why... it's because the higher ups don't want me to get the brass ring they so highly covet. Every single person that gets a push here in EAW ends up getting exposed for their antics outside the ring, and I'm once again thrown to the side like some kind of disposable chew toy getting buried in the backyard. I'm only a benchwarmer here in EAW; I'm the sixth man and no matter how much I bust my ass to carry this show into the new millenium... it's only the top stars that are getting all the credit. What about me? What about Samurai? Once again, I've been relegated to facing crap competition in the form of TLA, but maybe EAW just thought that he would be a good challenge for me and didn't quite know that the gap in skill would be this daunting. TLA is a proven competitor who has found quite a bit of success within the last year or so; the man even won the New Breed title at Pain For Pride while I made my FPV debut in the 24/7 Battle Royal. When I walked into this company I have to admit that I was a little bit scared about the possibility of facing TLA because he seemed to be quite the funny, fluent talker and skilled opponent on the mat. There had to be a reason why he was the New Breed champion, right?

I might have just hyped up TLA a little too much and gave into lofty expectations.

I'm disappointed so far by one of the top elitist in the company. I think that TLA should have stayed in Dynasty where the competition is just a little easier and he can continue to have a circle jerk with the rest of the Iconomy. Hi, SK!! I didn't forget about your weak ass coming to my show. Just like how TLA illegally crossed the border, TLA has stepped over the line and crossed into my territory and with Lannister mysteriously disappearing and Dark Demon and Xavier Williams too busy jerking each other off in Dublin, Showdown is MY show. I beat one of the main eventers of Reasonable Doubt at King of Elite, how crazy is that? Yet, I'm still relegated to being on the undercard while he gets to have the spotlight because it's his hometown? Give me a fucking break. I know that TLA sat in the back and watched as I dissected Dark Demon apart with strikes, kicks, knees, and submissions and TLA might have even got up off his chair and started cheering when Dark Demon passed out in a puddle of blood... but TLA shouldn't have been cheering. TLA should have been curling up in the corner, crying because that outcome is the exact same thing that is going to happen this upcoming Saturday at Reasonable Doubt when I slap my rear-naked choke and put TLA to sleep. You wanna know how many times I watched a TLA match and rooted for him? NONE! I don't cheer on inferior competition, because the only person that I look at is myself when I post a brand new selfie on my hoverboard.

Talking about Facebook... I'm going to turn TLA into the next great Meme when millions upon millions of people click on a link for a video titled "Mexican Samurai knocks TLA the fuck out!". I'm going to create the next viral sensation that will out view a certain Judo girl getting knocked the fuck out by a female boxer via high kick. People will be replaying that video for years and I'll even go onto Ellen to crack jokes about how shitty TLA was and why he ended up tucking his tail and running away. Bu.. but... but.... aren't you a little too confident, Samurai? I'm only telling the truth, "the Gospel of Samurai", and all my followers agree that it's time to move forward with a new leader in charge. When I hold the title over my head, every single person will pull out their phones and record an event that will never be replicated again; the birth of The Millennial Messiah. Just in case TLA doesn't know what a Millennial is... based on his lack of education and being Mexican. A Millennial is anyone that is currently growing up in today's digital age of society kinda like baby boomers of the 50's and 60's or Gen X's of the late 80's and 90's. It doesn't mean anything about one-thousand years, you stupid, goddamn, dumbfuck, ass-pirate, weeaboo, spic, butt-nugget.

Sorry, that might have been a little harsh, you are definitely not a butt-nugget. My apologies.

Sure, I'm not going to deny that there is a hatred of you that stems from the time of wanting to be the New Breed Champion, but I was never ever jealous of wanting to be anything like you or the man you represent. You were nothing more than a nameless face and I knew that if I ever had that shot for that belt, I could beat you in one on one competition. It's the same person but a different title, isn't it funny how things end up going my way in the end? I know that deep down all this belittlement of your culture is slowly getting to you because your race and roots is everything that you hold dearly. You are a proud man but your still selfish, just like me but I actually take a look in the mirror and realize my own flaws. You can continue to party with your STD's, dirty Mexican bath water, and that piece of unvalued metal that you hold around your waist. Continue to keep thinking that I somehow hold an animosity for someone that I can give a single shit about, because TLA is just three empty acronyms.

We are going to steal the show but it's not because we are going to produce a highly technical wrestling match. No, we are going to make this an ugly fight in which someone is going to seriously get hurt. I hope the fans bring their panchos because they'll have to hide themselves from all the blood that is going to spattered in the ring.

Voltage #3

I went over this with your man, but let’s dial it back to you as you play catch up. Are we going to ignore the fact that you beat me last week? No. But would you ignore that fact? The answer is a resounding yes. Yet both of you would say differently just to save face. Can we all just get out of our own ways and admit we all want to win ever match we’re in? Why are we even acting like this? Everyone wants to win or they wouldn’t be here. I looked so completely pathetic in our match. I mean the gall I had to show up and pin your ass to the mat only to have the count come up short when your girlfriend reached in there to interfere. Well fuck me blind, I guess what that match proved was my inability to even get up for a match. Damnit, what happened to me? You warned me, you did. And I showed up ready to go. I admit I didn’t show up ready for the interference. I begged you to let it be a match where we go head to heard and bash skulls. But Eris wouldn’t have it. I fell into your less than elaborate trap. I knew that Ms. Vacation would get involved, but when was the unpredictable element in our match. What you ignore, meanwhile, is how you were on the ropes and a fraction of a second from suffering the only loss of the whole night for Hexa-gun. For all the talk you do, what’s it mean that you needed special help in order to win your match? And tell me, how would you explain it when you walked back into the locker room and had to face the rest of Hexa-gun as the lone loser. The true delusion is that you’re unbeatable. The truth is that you can’t beat me on your own. Too scared? Oh, but Claudia is the almighty goddess that fears nothing! I’m not buying your shit.

What I deal with from you jackasses is the extreme hypocritical nature that never stops. It’s the same self-obsessed bullshit that is part of the main reason people are tired of all of you. The more of you that get put into a room together, the worse it gets. I hear plenty about all of your accomplishments. You both have done great, amazing things. But at least admit that your accomplishments are the only things that matter. I haven’t been here near as long as you guys, how could I possibly even compare to what you guys have done? But what you do is downplay people and everything they’ve done. I could be the Vixens champion right now, no, I could hold a traditional Elitist title right now and I guarantee you will talk down about everything I’ve done. Because your accomplishments will always be a lunar landing in comparison everyone else. I appreciate the fact that you believe so highly of yourself that you think you have some mental strangle hold over me. I hate losing to you, but then I have to check back into reality and fight my next match. Then I’m reminded quickly that you have no business with the Vixens, only with the lone one that you treasure so personally. There’s not a damn thing wrong with being confident, and it’s not false confidence. I work my ass off to be stronger and faster and I keep fighting. My confidence comes as a result of everything I put in to being better. I believe that I can beat you. I believe that I can beat Y2Impact. I believe that we are in the early days of a war. These early battles won’t define the end result. We have a long way to go and by the time we get to that end, things will look very different. Hexa-gun will be done and Voltage will still be free of the carnage you wish to inflict on the rest of EAW. The one thing that will remain the same is you and Impact playing down the victories and calling them insignificant. You don’t like to lose and you don’t accept it, right? I can already hear the excuses. And for you both I will just be another girl, and when I’m just the girl that helped Team Cross topple your dreams, you’ll still act like it wasn’t a big deal. It means nothing in the grand scheme. So please, both of you continue to pretend that you handle losses any better. Or better yet, get back to me next week. And the week after. You said it yourself, Claudia. You said these matches at Voltage prove nothing. So I guess what you’re saying is this match just doesn’t matter at all? Ok then. When you say you don’t care about me, why am I supposed to give a damn about you? Why do I care what your agenda is? I don’t. I don’t care about anything but an EAW where you shut your mouth and deal with it. The funny thing about you both is that you want me to bow down to you and accept a loss in what you call a pointless match that proves nothing. And then you turn around and say my legacy here will be shit because I couldn’t beat you in these same so-called pointless matches. Whatever, and you say I don’t make any sense? Hilarious, Claudia.

But I’m supposed to sit back and wait for this punishment I will get. Beware EAW, if you insult him, old man Impact is gonna step off his rocker and dish out the consequences. Are we living out the move Gran Torino right now? Man, you’re like rinsing and recycling exactly what I was telling your woman a week ago. Telling me I’m backed into a corner like prey about to submit to its predator? Step off, man. To go all militaristic like the Heart Break Gal, I’m coming into this match locked and loaded and ready for a huge battle. I’m not backed into any corner that I can’t fight my way out of. I’m simply not scared of Hexa-gun. For all I hear both of you talk about how I’m going to be laid to waste after a match with you guys, I’m still standing here today. You’ve never maimed me or left me unable to leave the ring under my own free will. I’m not planning any retirement parties. Speaking of parents and children, I have to tell you this. I keep detailing the Iconomy stuff because I feel like a parent correcting a child who is so confused they keep saying the wrong things. Maybe you’re the one who needs bent over on a knee and swatted on the ass. But for now a simple swat to the hand will do. Get your facts straight, hunny. And stop being so mean to everyone. Don’t you want the rewards and benefits of being a good boy? Or are you reserved with spending the rest of your miserable existence squarely on Santa’s naughty list? Ok, let’s stop talking imaginary scenarios and ideas. But that takes a great deal of effort from you. The truth sets us all free, as you pointed out. The problem is you tell many half-truths. You’re stuck somewhere between a box of lies and stating history we all know. That’s where all these “facts” come from. Half the time it’s hard to know if you’re a wrestler or reach-by-phone attorney. Press two if you need advice my friend. Sunday will come and go and I’ll leave with all limbs intact, dispelling the threats that you and your gal pal continue to pull from deep within your asses. It’s not because I have such a thick exterior I can never be affected. It’s because I refuse to let your brand of pure filth and hypocrisy be the reason I ever think about wilting. And you will continue to pretend as if I’m the only one who makes insults and threats, by making your own insults and threats in return. I’ve never seen this place as anything less than extreme. In the last two months I have fought in ladder matches, chair matches, table matches and a cage match. And these are just the start of what I have planned for the future. What you’re upset with is a name. You’re worried about it changing the brand you built. You think this is upsetting some piece of your legacies. The sad thing is you mock me as a “best to offer” solution that will clearly come up short, when I know someday very soon this will all end the wrong way for Hexa-gun. And when that day comes, it will be hard for you to grip with the fact that you never took me seriously. That you never took this entire team seriously. I have no plans to give up and I will stand at the front lines for this team doing everything I can to deflect the lame attempts you make at firing the bullets that will take us down. This week we fire back. This week you either start taking us seriously, or you get buried in your own pitiful mistakes. See you two at Voltage. It’s going to be so fun seeing your reactions to your loss.

Reasonable Doubt 2

Oh my heart, oh my soul. I feel it I feel it leaving me. Oh god, oh my god someone call the ambulance please. I’m feeling the heat from that O’Hara burn it hurts so much. Pfft. Just give me a break O’Hara, is that all I get out of you, a sarcastic quip, and melodramatic retelling of my story, is that it. I mean if I didn’t know better, I would say you don’t care about this. Oh wait you don’t do you, you still think I’m just a parasite trying to feed off of you, you think I’m just the road block that’s stopping you trying to force you to take a detour. Hell I could read that from your voice, you don’t need to tell me that, in fact you probably just think I’m a nuisance now, that I am not worth the effort you have to give anymore. You see I don’t think you get it Jamie, I don’t think you get it at all. This was not a sob story for you to try and amuse yourself with, no, no it was like an origin story, and origin story of when the desperate man finally unleashed. You see that story was not to retell everything that these people now know, hell I’ve said it before, I’ve said before all of this and that was when people found out what drove Aren Mstislav. But now it’s been changed, the tone, the acts, the time that lead to it, the straw that broke the camel’s back if you will. But I know you and you don’t care what the story was about, you don’t care at all about what I have to say anymore and you just want me to shut up and get on with it, but no. You see I’ve had to listen to you talk, you had to listen to me talk, and now you have to listen to me again. It’s like a social contract we have with each other. You have a chance to talk, and in reaction to that I have to talk and you can’t try to weasel your way out of the contract, or that would just make us uncivilized monsters. I mean we are monsters, but we’re also civil. We talk and talk about what we’re going to do and we enact on them, and sometimes we just change plans on the fly and let instinct take place. Because that’s all we are Jamie, me, you, everyone who’s faced us, we’re monsters, and we love that about us. But I mean listen to me ramble, this is getting to be too much even for me, because I really wanted to talk about one point you said. That one point where you said I’m becoming a laughingstock and how you used to view me with respect. All I have to say to that is great. Let us rehash comment #29 with statement #3 about Aren Mstislav. Let us talk about how we used to respect him but he’s become a former man of what made him great. Real original Jamie. You think listening to my story was painful, let me tell you what you’re saying is even worse. Hell you had to even quote a poem that you love. Well Jamie I have a quote for you I would love for you to hear, because really like your poem about you being an underdog, that really hit my heart, that really warmed me.

But alas that is all I can say positive about you Jamie, because it seems that underneath all of that you are just still an undeserving rookie. I mean it’s been what a day and you’ve already come out and let your thoughts out again. It’s like you didn’t want to wait, it’s like you want to rush head on into this fight. And you know I’ll let you, I’ve been wanting to watch you make a fool of yourself and in this way it’s going to happen either way. I mean you can bring up the past, you can bring up all of that and try and discredit everything I’ve done. I mean I will admit you are talented, you have shown that you won’t let no one try and steam roll over you, but really what you are doing right now is just funny. You bring up NEO, a place I was on and call it a safety net. Well I want to educate you on it because you seem like a politician trying to spread opinions as facts. NEO was hell, people didn’t make it past a week, the people that did, had to be curbed with their piss poor excuses for titles in the shape of “Young Lions” Cups, for teams and singles. And whilst mean and Nas were the inaugural Young Lions Tag Team Cup holders, you want to know who we had to go through. But first let me ask you, who you think could contend for it. If you just say rookies, then let me tell you how fucking wrong you are. It wasn’t just rookies, no, anyone on the MAIN roster could compete for it, a shit stipulation for rookies to face veterans, and let them in. And you know what, we couldn’t complain, if we did, we were out. We couldn’t let our outrages out, if we did, we were out. What safety net are you talking about, it was miracle in itself that me and Nas beat Zack Crash and Diamond Cage to cement us as the Cup holders. And winning such a thing should have guaranteed us a way off of NEO, but no we were stuck there. We were stuck there until the day it died and we weren’t put on the main roster until then. It was hell. People were lucky enough to get off the brand, but they fell into complete holes of what they were promised, being left to rot in a hole, development hell. There was no time frame, it wasn’t even based on whether if we were good or not, just when management thought time to bring one person up. Do you have any idea how that is Jamie, no you don’t. Because now even preshow matches you only have to have a couple or at the very maximum four matches on the preshow to be called up no problem. And then you have even more opportunities for them when they got out. Like the Pure Title Tournament, New Breed Battle Royales, and all that alike. You had those opportunities, I had to wait in the back after I was finally off of NEO, and then some. It wasn’t until that battle royale where I thought hope was lost because I off a brand for a long time. At that time you were New Breed Champion, and let me tell you, you were ok, but at least you had a belt. It wasn’t until I attack Tyler Parker to get my match at House of Glass to win it. Sure I messed up my opportunities between now and then, but what’s made me mad is the fact you thought I had a safety net, you thought I was safe. Oh you are wrong Jamie so wrong.

You still want to talk of entitlement, you still want to talk of you being on top so you are entitled to a rematch. Even the best of the best didn’t get rematches for their titles. And yet you think you’re entitled. Hell the only person who thinks their entitled to a title match the DAY they join a brand is DEDEDE as he has a “GOD” clause that allowed him to jump ship to one brand if he failed to compete for that title, that allowed him to go directly to the top, that was entitlement right there, and you are no better than that Jamie. Making up a clause in a contract just so you can satisfy your thirst for something you failed to re-attain like now. You failed to re-attain your rematch so you’re going to have to go through me to get it. That makes you angry, that makes you mad that I have to stand in your way. You are nothing more than a spoiled brat, and hell EAW’s fired entitled brats like you, they’ve fired others for the exact same reason you think your entitled to a fucking rematch. I’m not saying they should do that, I’m saying you should re-evaluate what you are entitled to, and you know what I’ll help with that. You are entitled to nothing, you are not guaranteed a rematch, you are not guaranteed a match for a title, you are not guaranteed for anything, Jamie. If I have to work, you have to work. If I have to start from the bottom again so do you. And just because I’m only saying this to you, doesn’t mean I don’t know others are doing it, hell I would gladly take them all on if that meant they weren’t guaranteed to a match.
I see your feeble attempts at trying to turn this on me. Saying I lose cleanly in two matches. Heh, I’ll agree to have lost cleanly in the match against you, you got the upperhand of me in that one. But calling my King of Elite match clean, well you have to be blind. Did you not see Sanatorium enter and attack me and Lucian, did you not see Eclipse just stay in the back and watch as they did his dirty work. If you think that’s clean then I can understand why you feel entitled to shit. Your mind is a warped piece of shit. I mean look at me, I’m mad at the outcome of King of Elite, but you don’t see me trying to get a rematch for the crown, trying to get Sanatorium banned from the ring so it’s just me and Eclipse. No in fact I’m going to let Eclipse have that, and let him know it’s tainted. His win is tainted as he needed help to beat me. He handled Lucian fairly easy in the match, but when it came to me, it took him, the Sanatorium, and Lucian to wear me down. He knew he could beat me, he is afraid of me in fact and I’m going to count that as a win. But you Jamie you want a rematch because I and Demon screwed you over, but let us look at this. After I came out you still showed you were able to go, it took Demon to take you out. You see I’ll admit I didn’t get the job done, but if I did then I would gladly accept the fact that you feel screwed over by me, but I didn’t get the job done. However I am looking to right that wrong at Reasonable Doubt, I am looking to finish something I should’ve finished that night.

You can keep making up tales, making up tales of how I’ve not been able to break glass ceilings and that I doubt you but let me answer the latter. You say I doubt you, no I don’t. I don’t doubt you ability, what I doubt is the fact that you are entitled to your rematch. I doubt that you DESERVE it, because you need to know what it’s like to work your way up. Because it seems that your apparent victories have made you hard. They’ve made you forget that you were just a rookie, and that you need to be made humble. That’s the only thing I want from the match, is to remember you place. Because you’re back there, you’re back to where you’ve started and you want to just jump at the ceiling, but you need to know the competition keeps growing. People keep getting knocked down wanting the same thing you want, and they will die before you are allowed the opportunity. And to answer your tale of how I’m the boy, of how I’ve failed to break the glass ceiling, it’s well nothing but that, a Tale. You see Jamie, you count my failed chance at opportunities as something holding me back, but that’s because you are of preshow era. I am from the NEO Era as I’ve said before, in which I took every opportunity I had, and whether I lost or not, it brought me closer to what I truly want. And what I truly want I don’t think you deserve to know. But just know Jamie, to get that I won’t need the help of a silly crown, a silly trading, or anything else. I’ll get there on my own power if need be, and since I have to go through you, I’ll do that. And if that doesn’t satisfy management and they want me to go through others, then I’ll gladly do that. If I have to go through Demon or Xav or both, I’ll do it. As long as they know at the end of the day I am truly deserving of my glory. Jamie, Reasonable Doubt is on the horizon, it’s growing ever closer and I can’t wait to see what you have in your arsenal. Just know I’m not going down until you say what you’re going to do. I’m not going down until you kick my head in so much my brains are on the mat or so you say. But if you fail then the result will be quite opposite, and I will make you humble, one way or the other.

[The sun is about to plant down on the horizon in Belfast, Northern Ireland, with the camera standing before the Belfast Waterfront. This building will be set to host a press conference with Merek Blackfyre, that will be set to enter a battle royal for the right to challenge the Interwire Champion for his title. We are turned into the Belfast Waterfront where the press conference is set to be held, with rambunctious crowd that is huddled in the seats for questions to be targeted to Merek and what could happen in the match to come. The moderator for the evening, Showdown Interviewer Pierre McGuire, enters the room as he stands on a podium. Shortly afterwards, Merek Blackfyre in a Bresciani suit walks up to the stage as he sits near a table with a mixed reaction from people cheering for his hometown brethren and people booing because of the arrogance and pompous attitude that he carries with him, but a raucous reaction nonetheless. Merek grabs a microphone, emblazoned with the Elite Answers Wrestling logo, as Pierre situates the microphone to where he can speak.]

Pierre McGuire: Hello everyone and welcome to one of many Reasonable Doubt press conferences hosted in the area! Due to Mr. Blackfyre’s demand, this press conference will be hosted here in Belfast, Northern Ireland instead of in Dublin where the rest of the press conferences will be hosted from. I would like to give thanks to the people at hand for EAW that was able to get this thing running in such a short amount of time, but now we will open it up to the first question for our guest, Merek Blackfyre!

[Pierre McGuire looks around the arena to see many interviewers shoot up to attempt to ask a question for Merek Blackfyre. Pierre points to a man sitting to the far-right, who stands up and is handed a microphone.]

Interviewer #1: Merek Blackfyre, you have been on a roll, as of late. You knocked off a former Interwire Champion in Zach Genesis, picked up a victory against one of your future opponents at Reasonable Doubt in Rex McAllister, and you got a victory with a major assist from Thomas Minns against Chris Elite. Even with these victories though, you have not experienced a battle royal in EAW. How do you think your lack of experience will play in this match when are forced to compete against a former battle royal winner such as Rex McAllister and seasoned elitists like Jason Cage or Maxwell Dachs?

Merek Blackfyre: My lack of experience in this ring will certainly play a factor against these more established players in the battle royal. They know what to expect and know how to place themselves into a position where they could take the shot for themselves, but new faces aren’t made because they are more experienced. The next greats, the next big names, they just take what they want. Now, Rex may be confident in his ability to throw people over the top rope and come out on top. Maxwell and Jason may be proud of their experience and lean on that when they enter the ring, but I don’t lean on anything. Merek Blackfyre stands to be the pinnacle of wrestling excellence, a standard that cannot be exceeded in this business, that’s what I always strive for. When I’m in the gym, when I’m at my home, or when I’m inside that ring against meager opponents like the ones I’ve faced. I’m about entering that ring and taking out as many people as I can in order to have that right to challenge for the Interwire Championship, so the lack of experience may play a part, but it certainly will not derail any chances of me walking out with the victory in Dublin.

[Pierre McGuire searches the interviewer crowd while the first interviewer returns to his seat with Pierre pointed to a young woman that sits close to the middle of the crowd, giving her the floor.]

Interviewer #2: With you being a newcomer to the sport and just in your first month or so as an elitist here, was there any lingering thoughts in your head that you wouldn’t be a part of the Reasonable Doubt card?

Merek Blackfyre: Absolutely not! I mean, think about it. Any person that they have tossed my way has been decimated with these claws of mine. I’ve scorched them and removed them from the face of the Earth, a few of those people in the literal sense. To think that they would want to keep those drunken bigots in Dublin from experiencing what a true Irish champion could be instead of that disgrace of an Irishman in Dark Demon, I would find that EAW would be horribly missing out on a massive opportunity. Those moronic vagrants whose only sole purpose in life is to fill their bellies with liquor and start as many brawls as possible while trying to get their pay from their depressing day-to-day labor, they need someone who experiences the great pleasures of life on a that day-to-day basis and watch what a man can do with something they will never have in their entire lives. Northern Ireland knows how to treat an Irishman and when I crush every single one of those men and toss their carcasses over the top rope and onto the floor, we will be one step closer to having a TRUE IRISH NATION!

[The Northern Irish crowd roars for the last few words that came from the mouth of Merek Blackfyre as a scowl comes from the woman, noticing her to probably be from Ireland herself, as Pierre moves onto the next interviewer, another woman that’s obviously not from Irish descent.]

Interviewer #3: Now that you are on the Reasonable Doubt card, experiencing a FPV show for the first time in your EAW career, how does it feel to have actually made it onto the big show and be in this giant spectacle that’s bound to happen for it?

Merek Blackfyre: I’m going to be completely honest with you, it’s an experience. I haven’t entered the arena yet, I haven’t heard the mass amount of the idiotic masses drowning me in their vehement anger towards me because I represent a lifestyle and class of person that is above them, but I’m anticipating it. I’ve been paying attention to social media, paying attention to the words of the entire people that make up the fanbase of EAW, and I hear the deal that these people make it out to be. A show to watch, something you don’t want to miss, a must-see event! All of these and more are the words that I’ve heard about this show that’s coming up and for me to attain victory on a stage such as this, maybe not the degree of those on the main card since I was dragged down to this level by the worthless garbage that has been chosen to be my opponents, but I imagine that it’s going to be a moment I won’t forget.

[The woman nods her head in gratitude before taking her seat as Pierre scans the room for the next interviewer, a tall man on the left that stands up and is handed a microphone to ask his question.]

Interviewer #4: Maxwell Dachs, one of the opponents you will have in this battle royal match of yours, has called you out on your racist remarks to current Interwire Champion TLA and your blatant disrespect towards the championship and himself. How do you respond to these allegations that have been raised towards you?

Merek Blackfyre: Am I supposed to be afraid? Feel sorry for hurting someone’s feeling about what I said? If Maxwell Dachs wants to play the white knight of EAW and defend that spic champion that will soon get his own opportunity to say and do whatever he wants before I rip that championship away from him, he can go right ahead. He talks about how I don’t have “a champion’s personality”, but we have a champion right now that is burdened with a multiple personality disorder. So if he’s worried about personality, trust me, that’s the least of the worries when people think of a champion. A champion is someone that stands as the symbol of excellence, a symbol of what an elitist should aspire to be, and why wouldn’t a person want to aspire to be like Merek Blackfyre? A man abundant in all of the pleasures of life, a destroyer inside of the ring that will take his opponents down in the blink of an eye, and devoid of hesitation in doing so. Who would not want that man to be your champion? Would you rather have some comedic jester that runs around with a pack of misfits making fake championships to satiate their hunger for being relevant and mattering to the people? No, a champion doesn’t dwell on whether they matter to people, but on how to take care of their opposition with haste. If my disrespect stokes his flames to the point where he wants to beat me down into a broken body before tossing me over, more power to him. However, it won’t happen, because the winner of that match will be me and the only way I win is by making sure that he doesn’t make it out of that ring walking and talking.

[The interviewer takes his seat as Pierre McGuire notes that this will be the final question before the press conference is over as he points to a man sitting in the dead middle of the crowd who stands up to ask his question.]

Interviewer #5: Merek, you’ve called yourself a dragon, a mad king, and have talked seriously about your obsession with fire. All of this talk and the mentality you show has made you be spoken as a true mental warfare player in today’s Showdown and EAW. How much does your intimidation, your bold claims towards taking the title, your jabs towards the current stars of the locker room, and the rest of the actions that play into your mind games play against your opponents?

Merek Blackfyre: Everyone thinks that what I say is to simply get the attention of the people. I don’t care about the people. That crowd that just cheered me because I mentioned Northern Ireland being the true Irish nation, I didn’t care about that. They want to be here and hear what I have to say, that’s fine, but their reaction means nothing to me. The only thing that I care about is gold and having it draped over my shoulder and wrapped around my waist. Everything else I say from the insults to people in the locker room to my traits that are similar to dragons and kings, that’s just me speaking the truth. TLA and Mexican Samurai are fighting for the Interwire Championship at Reasonable Doubt, but that’s not the reality of the situation. Those twin border-hopping cholos are truly fighting for which one of them will get annihilated by Merek Blackfyre when he takes his Interwire Championship out of their filthy gardening hands! This is my kingdom! I rule it, I claim it, and I am it! I don’t sit around and make idiotic jokes to get a rise out of the crowd, I speak the truth. The truth is that no one on this roster holds a candle to Merek Blackfyre at the end of the day. They can fool themselves into believing that they stand a chance or that they can even defeat me, but it will never come to fruition. This is not a game, this is not an exaggeration, but this is real life. Reality is about to sink into every single individual in that battle royal that Merek Blackfyre is about to wipe them off the face of the Earth in his path of destruction on his warpath to either TLA or Mexican Samurai and when those two see the blood trail that I’ve made on that road, they won’t be making jokes or acting tough anymore. They will just be wishing that one of the fools that failed would have won for an easy defense, because beating Merek Blackfyre will not be a simple task.

[Merek Blackfyre stands up while walking out of the press conference area as Pierre McGuire starts making the ending statements. Merek exits the building and enters to his limousine, without even acknowledging the Northern Irish people that await for him to attain victory at Reasonable Doubt, as the vehicle drives away while the camera fades to black.]

Reasonable Doubt #3

You know what Thomas I'll give you this you're a funny guy. A real comedian if you are trying to figure out the reason for me saying this well look back at what you said. Listen to exactly what you told these fans about me. I fear you Thomas? I fear you? Come on do you honestly think I am afraid of someone who lost to the same guy Impact just beat down with a loaf of wonder bread? To be honest I probably fear that loaf of bread more then I fear you Thomas. This isn't me hiding anything I don't fear you I don't fear anyone in this company. If you honestly think you put fear into my heart then you must be a little under the influence my friend. The pressure is on me of course it is Thomas if I lose after attacking you not to long ago then I look like the weak one however that isn't going to happen. What will happen is the pressure will be on you after you lose yet another match at another big show. Thomas I'm aware of the fuck ups I've had in the past and sure is everyone else. Everyone always brings it up they hear it every time I'm going against someone. With that being said though let's not act like you are little miss sunshine either. Just so far in 2016 hasn't really been you're year. A matter of fact let's throw it back to KOE when you could of really set it off yourself but failed under the pressure against Xavier Williams. I mean you beat him at the award show Thomas why couldn't you do it again? I mean if you would of defeated him like you said you would of plenty of times I don't even think you would be the one in front of me when I get in that ring Saturday. Things didn't go as planned though. Want to talk about another time things didn't go as planned? Let's bring it back to Road to Redemption in that Chamber match. The match you were supposed to shine in. The match you were supposed to win. What happened man? I see no title around you're waist on you're shoulder. So please let's not talk about things that we could of done and failed at because as shocking as this sounds you most likely got me beat. Hey I mean at least you take one W against me this week right?

Thomas you're right I do know what you are capable of and it's exactly what I said last time. MAKING PEOPLE LOOK STRONG AND BEING A PUSH OVER.! You think I fear that sort of reputation? Yes let's breakdown and brag about other wins you've had in you're career that have nothing to do with me shall we? Okay you've beaten Kevin Devastation and really at that point of his career when you did who hasn't? Diamond Cage a runner up for Bust of The Year congratulations Thomas good going. Now the only really marketable career win you have Xavier Williams to bad you couldn't do it again at King of Elite. Thomas do you honestly think I give a fuck about those wins? I am whole different person I am not some old hag who comes back whenever he needs the money for his wife and kids and to be relevant again. I am not a man who does a bunch of stupid shit then calls himself a lunatic. Nor am I Xavier Williams. I am Chris Elite. God's Given Greatness. You are Thomas Minns WORLDS BIGGEST PUSHOVER! See the difference? So again Thomas I'm more then sure I belong in the ring with you. On Saturday at Reasonable Doubt the Saturday you and the entire world know I belong in the ring with you. This isn't false confidence or whatever you called it. After Reasonable Doubt I continue to attack the "Top Dogs" of Showdown and continue to prove a point. First I have to deal with you though and trust me I'll do it and I will make an example out of you. With all this being said though since you finally grabbed a dictionary I'll grab one myself and I'll give you a little definition of something that reminds me of you...

Push·o·ver

A person who is easy to overcome or influence.

See you soon Thomas.

Reasonable Doubt #3

Dublin, Ireland

Hush

fear

fɪə/

noun

1.

an unpleasant emotion caused by the threat of danger, pain, or harm.

verb

1.

be afraid of (someone or something) as likely to be dangerous, painful, or harmful.

Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself. The way a zebra fears a daunting lion, Chris Elite fears Thomas Minns. Despite what balderdash you attempt to sprout in order to convince yourself, we all know the truth. I, amongst others, are just not convinced by this act. We all know that this is a mirage, Chris. We all know that you're trying to pull the wool over our eyes and somehow convince everyone that you are not frightened of Thomas Minns. Let's not beat around the bush, Chris. You are not fooling anyone. The way you speak about me, there is genuine fear in your voice. The way that you stumble and stutter your words when addressing me, you're frightened. I can't even begin to envision all of the different thoughts that must be racing through your mind right now. There's many different reasons that you fear me the way that you do. You're nervous, Chris. You're nervous that this could be your big break in Elite Answers Wrestling. You know exactly what a victory over Thomas Minns can do for your career. You know that by beating me, you immediately put yourself on the map and that locker room on notice. That has caused fear within you as you are just so desperate not to screw this chance up. Pressure. I know you feel pressure. The pressure is building on you and you're already showing signs of cracking. Throughout your career in EAW, you've had a habit of fucking things up at the most important time. While you were with the Iconomy, you constantly messed up at important times and stunted the growth of the stable. You were deemed a failure by your stable mates, your peers and the EAW universe. The fact still rings true, you are nothing but a failure. Let's take a trip down memory lane, let's go all the way back to October and to House of Glass. Let's set the scene a little. House of Glass, Tag Team Championships, Glass Gauntlet Match. This was your chance. This match was your chance at glory, you could have captured the EAW Tag Team Championships. There's one particular moment that really sticks out in the match, I imagine it sticks in your memory too. That Box Office Smash that you hit on Y2Impact, you superkicked him right in the jaw. He was knocked out cold, it was your moment to really shine. Alas, it didn't exactly end the way that you would have hoped. You had a huge moment and you blew it by being far too slow into the cover which enabled other members of that match to break up the pin. If you hadn't dwelled on that moment so much then you could have been standing in front of everyone today as the EAW Tag Team Champion.

You fear the name and the reputation. You know exactly what I am capable of and it frightens you out of your skin. You've evidently taken a look at resumé and just seen exactly who I have beaten. Kevin Devastation, Diamond Cage, Xavier Williams. Just to name a couple of guys that I have humiliated and destroyed. I know that strikes fear deep inside of you, your body language and eyes always tell the full story. I do find it quite humorous that you deny playing second fiddle to JJ Silva, it was quite obvious for all to see. You were seen as inferior to JJ Silva, Eclipse Diemos and even Cailin Dillon for a large period of time. That says it all about how good you really are. You are deluded, Chris. You're being far too optimistic if you think that you even deserve to be able to share the same ring as Thomas Minns. You constantly yap on and on about the one time you went toe to toe with TLA, why does that matter in any shape or form? TLA is below me in every single way, that isn't even debateable. The reason he is the Interwire Championship is because the actually talented wrestlers on Showdown seem themselves above that title, just like I do. I am far too good to even entertain the fact of competing for that second rate title. Sure, it might be in your bracket and in your goals but it certainly ain't in mine. That's a big difference between you and I, Chris. You lack ambition. I shoot for heights that you can't even dream of seeing. Let me ask you this, Chris. If I am as terrible as you make out I am, why on earth did you target me? Why the hell did choose me as the one you would attack to make an impact? Why not Jamie O'Hara? Why not Aren Mstislav? Why not our EAW Champion, Lannister? That's a rhetorical question, by the way. I know exactly why you choose me. It's because attacking me sets a precedent for your whole Showdown career, it shows that you can easily go for the top guys and complete with them. However, not all of your plan is going to work. After you lose to me at Reasonable Doubt, you're right back to the bottom. Your name isn't going to be said in the same breath as Thomas Minns ever again. You haven't thought this fully through. Your delusion and false confidence doesn't hide the fear that you feel inside. Put on a brave face, this isn't going to end well for you.

Reasonable Doubt #3

A lesser person would use this story for all the wrong reasons. I know, I’ve seen it. The childhood angle is often dangled out like bait on a hook for a sea of people who don’t know what to say anymore. These are desperate people. The truth is that we’re all different. There are countless Elitists and Vixens who grew up in perfect families, and others who experienced the struggles of a life that wasn’t always so pretty. You parents sound like they were terrible people. I grew up with just one parent, and it was hardly perfect. It was a man who knew nothing about little girls, trying to raise one. But I digress, this is a subject that hardly deserves our attention this week. This is like a distraction almost, something you felt the need to divert on to in order to just get a lot of words out there. We didn’t live the average American childhood, but look at us now. We’ve grown up to be strong individual women. We battle, we scrap, we work hard and we earn what we deserve. That’s the real story of both Cailin and Eris, it’s what we’ve been able to do with what we were given. Everyone travels their own paths, but often those paths intertwine or intersect. That’s where we’re at.

I’ve never doubted your intelligence, so it doesn’t surprise me to know you went to college to study psychology. Just like all of your friends, it doesn’t surprise me to see intelligence here. There are so many people here that are overlooked as just wrestlers, but that truly know how to form their message and get a point across. In a way, I imagine you were studying yourself when you studied in college. The shifts in behavior and erratic mood swings we’ve seen from you in EAW, those have been part of what defines you. But mostly, the thing that has defined you has been your will to win. No one can forget the amount of glass that was shattered in your match with Madison. The reason you won that match was pure will. She couldn’t have done a thing to stop you in that match. But’s the difference between me and Madison. While she’s busy writing her poetry, I’m training and forming strategies in matches. I’m ready for our match because I’m always prepared, yet your own ego would have you believe that I must be in the gym all day long to even have a chance against you. You might be the Vixens champion, but you are not as amazing as you believe yourself to be. And I mean that out of respect to our craft. The fact that I do have respect for you is unwavering. But for as much will was you have, I promise you will see even more determination from me. You’ve been on a roll when you care to get out of your own way and make it to a match. I don’t back down from challenges. If you want your whole legacy to be defined as part-time wrestler then that’s your own business. I love this sport and I live and breathe it. I love being in the ring, I’m a total gym rat and this kind of match gets me just as excited as the fans at Reasonable Doubt will be. This match will test us both physically and mentally, and in the end I will prove that the title doesn’t define the wrestler. Just because you have the title with more history, doesn’t mean you are the better champion.

You made a choice in your career, and I won’t waste anymore time questioning it. You though Hexa-gun was the right move, just like a very young me thought joining a group was a good idea. You team is more established, they can help you and guide you and train you. It’s a good fit for you. But it’s something that means nothing in this match. This isn’t about our past or present affiliations. This is about where we’re at in the ring right now. I believe us to be fairly even and believe it will come down to one or two big moments in the ring. Neither of us is an easy kill, and we shouldn’t be treated as such. We’re both champions for a reason, no matter what you think of the title I hold. The fact is you’re very fortunate to be the champion right now. Because if I’d had a chance to fight for the Vixens title, I would be the Vixens champion. Consider yourself lucky that this isn’t a title match. And that’s not my ego talk, that’s just the confidence I have in myself. See you’ll drudge through ancient and personal histories to find a reason you’ll beat me, and when that logic fails you’ll just try and scrap for another reason. And the end it all comes back to the most simplistic of arguments: you just trying to say you’re better than me. I’m embracing the fact that this match is truly as close as it comes for the two of us. But maybe I’m wrong, you seem to be acting like this is a waste of time.

Which is a fun thing to talk about. Maybe you believe you have power because you obnoxiously mention that you can choose not to show up for a match you don’t want. Oh, so you’re just a coward then? I’m sorry that you’re so turned off by the fact that I actually like to wrestle. You used to be that way, too. But now that you’re a champion, you’ve taken up hide and seek as your favorite hobby. I think it’s about time you come out of the woods and face the reality that you’re trying to hide from. You’re more than beatable, and there will come a day when EAW tells you to get your sorry ass in that ring and defend your title. They don’t have to tell me. They don’t have to force me. I have management telling me they want to run a title match, I say good. There isn’t a harder working person in this business right now, and I’m not complaining. I’m pulling so many duties between fighting you, defending my title and fighting as a part of Team Cross. But I don’t back down from all of that, and I’m not exhausted from it either. I don’t need a vacation. I don’t need a month to prepare for a match. I’m glad you could bring yourself to climb back in the ring and fight for a change. I couldn’t help but laugh though. You think it’s foreign to me to deal with stress ahead of a matchup? You think I don’t know what it’s like to fight in an anticipated battle? Where is your head at? In the clouds?

I don’t have any reason to get all excited, yelling and throwing shit to get my points across to you. I always speak very highly of you, it’s just who I am. I’ve always remained loyal to you in that respect, while you’ve jetted all over watching your back like someone was trying to assassinate your character. But this isn’t about catching you off balance. I could take on a full-fledged, ready-to-go Eris LeCava and I have no doubts I will leave her ego scarred and needing to recover. At least you’ll still be the champion so you can take some more time off though. But it it’s easy to ruin your confidence by being civil towards you, then you’ve got some problems that go beyond anything I imagined before. We all have flaws, but that one borders on being fatal. If I’m wearing a mask, you’ll just see the same person underneath. This is the real me. This is genuine. Keep backpedaling yourself into the corner, and I’ll keep following you with lefts and rights until I deliver the final blow.

Has this felt like a game to you? I thought it was sort of like a game of Memory. But I keep turning over the cards that show how close we are, while you’re trying to differentiate us at crazy high levels. I know exactly what you’re capable of. We literally work for the same company. I’ve seen you fight. Do you think you’re coming in elusive? As a mystery? No, you’re just you. For one time, now that your ring vacation is over, you’re actually excited. Oh shit, get outta the way everyone. Here comes the Eris that actually gives a damn, or so she says. You don’t have to remind me to come ready to go at my highest level, because I promise you’ll see and then some. If you think you can push me beyond what I can handle, which I doubt, you’ll see me just match the intensity. This isn’t a stupid game to me, this is my life. I don’t take vacations, I just keep kicking ass. And this Saturday, my calendar has your name on it.

.:REASONABLE DOUBT {#}3{/#}:.

"My ego is too big for me to lose that easily."

2/24/2016

Eris LeCava Journal Entry.
3:37 A.M

I have an odd feeling coming back in my home state of Florida. Most individuals would feel happy and relieved seeing their relatives after being away for so long. Every time we cross state lines and I see that “Welcome to Florida” sign on the freeway I get chills down my spine. I begin to feel my skin shrivel as I pass by my childhood home. My childhood home. The little house around the corner on Maple Street. The building that is now infested with hundreds of insects after being abandoned for years. The place where I called home is now being dictated by roaches, mouse families and mold of every kind! It makes my eyes water as I see the glass of the windows have cracks in it from neighborhood children being fucking idiots by throwing rocks in there. But kids will be kids, right?

I can’t help but to feel envy for those who have a warm, loving family to come home to like Cailin Dillion. Don’t think I forgot about those earlier video packages where you had your father cheering you on “Cai”! As a child in elementary school, I can’t explain into words the jealousy that would overcome my small, fragile mind when I’d see parents bring cupcakes for their bastard kid’s birthday party in class. Why couldn’t my parents do that for me? Why were they so cruel? On second thought, I don’t mind about my childhood home looking so shitty. I had a lot of bad memories in there. My dad was a drunk and my mom was a complete psycho. She made us believe that we couldn’t do anything bad or else God would come down and personally smack us down to hell. I lived with the fear of doing something wrong or sinful. I couldn’t do anything the “normal” kids would do without having the thought at the back of my mind that God was watching and he wasn’t happy. Even referring back to the first time I had sex. I cried for hours after and needless to say I was questioning the direction that my life was heading. I was mortified.

So maybe that explains my erratic behavior as an adult. I always wondered why I had certain triggers and why I seemed to never be able to have an actual relationship with another individual. I isolated myself from opening to others because I was afraid of losing my own identity. The identity that was created for me which was molded by my past experiences. I didn’t want to live that way anymore. I wanted to change. I wanted to be something in life, I wanted to be more than just a nutjob. Contrary to popular belief, however, I did go to college at one point in my life. I was always fascinated as to how humans behaved in this world. Why do people do what they do? Why aren’t some individuals rational? Why isn’t logic a common trait among humans? I had a lot of burning, aching questions only school could answer. So, I went ahead and enrolled in my local community college and the first class I took was Human Behavior in the Social Environment. There I learned many things that helped me understand people beyond their exterior appearance. I learned that the environment shapes a person as to who they are. It isn’t some pre-determined nonsense or some false Deity bullshit aligning your destiny based on your decisions. I had the power to change my environment, I had the power to change who I was. So.. I did. I signed up for wrestling school and the rest was history. I didn’t think I had to change my life so drastically after being in EAW for so long, but I did. And I don’t regret any decisions I’ve made. I really haven’t.

Cailin, I hope you understand all of this gibberish that I’ve thrown up on this document. I’m trying to show in great detail that I know what I’m doing. My experiences have shaped me into the wise woman that I am. Sure, sometimes I can give the impression of a lost, sad child who is desperately trying to find someone to cling herself on to but I’m doing to better my career. Even though you think that I have no power in this company, I do. EAW knows damn well that they can’t force me to be in a match. If I was ever forced to be in a matchup that I didn’t agree with, I’d simply not wrestle. It’s that simple to show the higher-up’s that you’re not content with their booking decisions. So by devoting my valuable free time to you then that should be a great indication that I decided to participate in this on my own free will. You were told to be in the match and I was the one who got the opportunity to agree or disagree. It’s nothing complicated, it’s pretty simple. I know that for you maybe this is a bit too complicated to comprehend, so let’s just go to another topic that will match your level of intelligence, shall we?

Reasonable Doubt is less than a week away. This is a pretty anticipated match which is something I’m used to. I’m used to the stress that takes place the week of the matchup. I know this may be foreign to you since you have to defend your title on shows such as Battleground and usually against nobodies that got lucky in the number one contender match. You know, something that I’ve noticed from my competitors is that they always try to act civil. They will look me in the eyes and shake my hand as they begin to praise me and my work. Then, once we depart and go our separate ways they begin to talk nothing but SHIT. You think I’m going to fall for it, Cailin, but I see what you’re trying to do. You’re trying so desperately to get me to lower my guard so you can come in as an attacker and ruin any bit of confidence that I have. It’s happened before when I befriended any idiot that walked my path. Everyone wears this mask that they show the world, the mask that covers their ugly, putrid, vengeful side. I can see your ugly peeking through.

Regardless, I’m done with this stupid game. I’m done with seeing our similarities because our differences outweigh them. We aren’t the same and our careers have taken different routes. You’re a fucking idiot who doesn’t know what I’m capable of. Seriously, you’re starting to get on my nerves because you seem so calm about this entire situation. You should be in the gym training 24/7. You should be praying to God every night hoping that you get lucky on Saturday. You should be buying fortune cookies by the box hoping to find one that says that you’re going to be lucky. I’m pumped and I’m fired up. I’m fucking ready to get back in that ring. I’m ready to cause a ruckus. I just want you to know, Cailin that my ego is too big for me to lose on Saturday. Bring your a-game, you’re gonna need it.

Showdown Promo {#}3{/#}

'' You're right, Cailin. Maybe I am a little delusional. Actually Cailin I really need to open up to you about something. The thing is Cailin, I think I'm in love with you. You're better at me at all aspects in life. Your personality is to die for, you're way more attractive and in the ring you're just unbeatable. This German girl is just so in love with you. I have a thirst for you, an infatuation. You're right. I should have stayed in Germany. But my love for you brought me to America, Cailin. I wanted to be in the same country as you. I wanted to be in the same company as you. I just wanted the pleasure of letting you kick my ass. I wanted to feel your hands on me, your lips close to mine as you pin me to the mat. It's been my dream for so long now. I didn't really want to admit this Cailin, but, I want to sleep with you. Don't believe me? I even have my own cardboard version of you. I know it's not anything close to the idea of you, but look. '' Sheridan would use the camera to zoom out a bit. It was true, placed upon the opposite side of Sheridan's hotel bed was a pristine, slender cardboard cut-out of the Specialists Champion, Cailin Dillon. It seemed new, it didn't have any tears within it, and although it was maybe a few inches taller than the real life Cailin, it did a god job. Sheridan would run a hand on the hair of the cut-out. '' Look at how beautiful you are, Cailin. How could I not fall in love with you. Your hair is so long, and blonde, and beautiful. I don't know if you knew this, but I used to have ginger hair, ja, I dyed my hair especially to try look like you. I knew I never could be you, look at your face! How could I? I'd need tons, and heaps of surgery to even match you, but then I'd just be a fake little whore wouldn't I. I knew no matter how much silicone I had put into my body I could never get close to you. Just look at these lips. '' Sheridan paused, she would turn the cut-out to her body, and pout her plump lips to a press, to plant them upon the cardboard version of Cailin, Sheridan actually put quite a heap of effort into doing so, she would mesh her lips into Cailin's doppelgänger for a few seconds, releasing the kiss and giving a lick to Cailin's lips as she did so. '' I've slept with you ever since my first night here in EAW, Cailin. You're my inspiration, you don't bore me. You complete me. I love you. I strive to make you happy, just let me sit you up a quick second. '' Pushing herself off of the hotel double bed, Sheridan would saunter over to a wooden table, which was placed between the bedroom and the joined kitchen of the hotel room. She placed the camera recorder onto the table, making sure to walk behind it and get a look at the scene from what the audience would see. She would slide off her leather biker jacket, she had a tank top placed upon herself, it matched her leather black skirt which would begin at her waistline and end at her thighs. A hand came to accentuate the cardboard version of Cailin onto her feet. Sheridan bent at the waist to extend the slot between Cailin's two feet to a side, to that the cardboard type could stand upon its own two feet. '' Look at this body, Cailin. You're fucking hot, how could I not come to America and meet you? You drive my crazy. Look at these boobs! Much bigger than mine, ja, and this ass. '' Sheridan moved herself behind Cailin now, a hand slapping against the paper copy of the blonde Specialists champion. '' I wish it were the real thing. You said how beautiful I am in your little recording for the EAW network. I think the same about you. If I could reach out to you in private, maybe after I lay down for you on Showdown we can grab a bite to eat and spend the night together? Oh please Cailin! You're just such an inspiration to me. You know how much this cardboard copy of you cost? Like, 30 American dollars. This proves my dedication to you. I want you. I need you in my life, I want to feel your body on Showdown, on Sunday, and then feel your body again, in a hotel room, on Sunday. The only problem is, Cailin. Is that just like you, this little prop is paper. It's fake. '' Sheridan would proceed to kick the cardboard copy down, kneeing it in the back, sticking the heel of her trainers into the eyes of copy. She would aggressively pull Cailin up to her feet. Sheridan's hands found a pair of scissors. Sheridan kicked away at Cailin's two long, golden legs. Eventually they would snap, the cardboard would break into two. She laughed, kicking away the legs out of view. She brought the camera closer to herself and Cailin. She brought her head to the shoulder of the cut-out. The sharp blades of the scissors found the neck of Cailin. Sheridan would pierce the paper, and proceed to sever the head of Cailin off her body.

'' You're a paper champion. Cailin. '' The scene had changed now. Sheridan was still situated within her hotel room; however no fake Cailin's were in sight. She was on her bed, a water bottle by her side, and her attire had changed totally, such had the lightness of the day outside. The conclusion to this had been that Sheridan had gone to train, the hotel she was staying in had a gym, whilst it wasn't much, it was something, Sheridan was an opportunist, and a realist, she made best of the situation and spent an hour doing all sorts of weight training, cardio and stretches. Considering Cailin's continuance to compliment the German native in her video recording, Sheridan could only imagine how Cailin would react seeing the blonde sweating it up in the Gym. Sheridan licked her lips, in particular the scab, which Sheridan would get around to making Vanessa pay for the cream Sheridan had to buy. It stung somewhat, not that this could be seen in Sheridan's facial reaction. '' Oh you poor thing Cailin, you thought I actually liked you? Were you getting off on me, hm? Oh dear. You're deluded, I would never. You disgust me. You're like the rest of the vixens division. A cancer, an illness that needs sweeping away, one that needs clearing up. You're just a motivational video on replay, you spread your happy propaganda without knowing you're the sole head as to why the vixens hierarchy is so fucked up. You being this happy, enthusiastic little bitch is why the vixens lose to you. You are a paper champion, you're a filler. Your victories mean nothing unless you can beat me. Which of course you won't. I lack common sense, you say? Ja? Is this what you feel? Silly Cailin. If I lacked common sense, surely I wouldn't be getting a shot at your Championship? If I lacked common sense I wouldn't be good in the ring, I wouldn't be good outside of the ring, I wouldn't be the hottest thing in EAW and by far the most attractive. Unless of course, it's that easy to get a shot at you? Surely not though, people with no common sense shouldn't have title shot. Unless of course, the championship they were fighting for was worthless? All I had to do was implant myself into Vanessa's mind, and then kick her whore ass back to cock-sucking-city. I am a realist. Your title means nothing and every little thing you have done with that championship belt up until Showdown on Sunday night means absolutely nothing. I can accept that, you're the cream in the cake, only there to try keep things together but you still end up making a mess and leaving everyone unhappy. You're under the belief that you spread your inspirational quotes, talk about determination and respect that it makes you a good champion? It gives you the right to compare me, Sheridan, fucking, Müller, to the rest of this division? Take a pill and end your career. You are vermin. You are incompetent also. You state that it means nothing that I've beaten a few girls here in the ring? You're somewhat right. It does mean nothing, they're talentless. It was a walk in the park handling them. But if nothing means getting a shot at you, what does that make you? Oh, ding ding ding, nothing. Why are you bringing the past into this? I don't care about last summer. I don't give a fuck if Tarah was champion, and she was casting fifty shades of shit onto the company, nothing matters until I came. This division was in the deep end, in the negative marks, drowning before I arrived. I can heal this division. I can follow through with my cure. This cure is German efficiency, my little blonde cheesecake. I will happily kick your ass and strip your title away from you if it means curing this division. I will happily punt your head into the mat, Sherplex your shoulders off and submit you like the little adorable bitch you are if it kicks you out of the window, and you finally come to the realisation that the world isn't rainbows and unicorns. That wrestling is an art, wrestling is a way of life. Sheridan Müller is the originator of EAW vixens wrestling. Right now the division is a two trick pony, that's why EAW are putting you against Eris. You're the best whores in the whorehouse, the best cupcakes on the tray. I will change that, through the cleansing of German efficiency you will walk into Showdown a mouse and you will leave a lion. ''

'' I won't lie to you Cailin. Not because I respect you but because un-like yourself I'm not a liar. I don't care if your mommy died. I don't care of daddy raised you to be an ass-kicking Texan. I wouldn't care if he abused you. I don't give a single fuck, wait actually. Let me check. Oh, nope, no more fucks to be given by me. I only minorly care about you as I have to beat you on Showdown. But I am past caring about your upbringing, I don't really care about who you've slept with or how the division was, I just really, really do not give a shit. The fact that EAW had to bring in Ms. Cailin the magic motivator, and the division is still a joke, proves how little impact you've made here. I'm just being real. You're going to get upset and call me a liar because, oh if the division is so bad then how come I defend my title every week and my mother died and Tarah's no longer vixens champion, ect, ect. Just shut up. You're boring. I don't want to listen to you crying about your dead mother and I'm sure the EAW audience don't want to either. I'm going to discard you, on Showdown. Why don't you invite daddy along so he can see his little girl lose her precious little title. I will arrive on Showdown, I will grace you with the presence of myself. I will win, boom boom bang, and leave. I'm going to flip your entire world around, Cailin. You are a dolt, you're ignoramus. You're nothing more than a call girl to the other girls in the locker-room so that you can have a little play and then pin them. It's going to be awfully embarrassing, that you dare to call me, Sheridan, a pawn player. It's going to be a horrid experience, but hopefully one that awakens the girl behind this sheep of a motivator, when I beat you. When I press your shoulders to the mat. The worse thing is, is you act like being a saviour to the masses means something. You act like me posting my promos mean something. No words matter in the ring. It's all about skill. Even though it'd make me life fifteen times easier, it's not based on looks either, we all know I have you beat on that one. It's about talent. It's about how I will outfox you, out-dance you. Out-wrestle you. When I am done with you, you'll be in the middle of the mat, you will have caused a crater. The new specialists champion, the hero of the world, the cure to the cancer, the personification of German Efficiency, oh by the way how can you say I have no originality other than my accent and then steal my words? Bitch. Why do I talk about money all the time? That's a good question for someone with lack of intelligence to ask. I'll spell it out for you, baby, is because I am getting paid the same as some no-life, no show cunts in this division to be the protagonist of the division, the heroine of the vixens, the chief character. Hell, you're getting paid more than me because you have a piece of plastic around your waist and defend it against these utter shit wannabe wrestlers. The fact half the division cares more about selfies on social media and bitching about one another rather than putting on a good performance for the fans in the arena and at home should really spell something out for you Cailin. Of course, you're too deluded and blind-sided by this whole motivation mission. I will re-store relevancy to the Specialists Championship. Whores will NOT be competing for my championship. It took once match against bimbo barbie back there to get a shot at you. So when I do beat you, I will bring this issue up, I will complain because the EAW fans and the vixens need this. What's the point of a championship if there is no fight and no competition to get to it? I literally pushed Vanessa on her ass and here I am. That's your fault. Your little, oh I'm Cailin I'm determined my mom died so I'm nice to everyone act has brought this title into the muck. Into the darkness, into the cancer of the division. It's okay though, German efficiency is here to save the day from this. Championships shouldn't be defended weekly. I cannot believe you've had the championship for as long as you have and not argued with anyone about plunging the vixens into a division where they can have one match and then attempt to beat you. It won't be an attempt with me. It will be doing what's right. I'll bring justice to everyone who has had to witness you beat a whore up and then claim that nobody can beat you for your title. I'll kick your ass, take your title, and then I will do the same with Eris. You talk about Eris as if she is the problem. But really, you are. You're the reason, Cailin. You're too happy go lucky to see it. You say Aria and Haruna are better than me? Don't make me laugh. Since my arrival in EAW Haruna's on holiday number six, and just because someone gets kicked the shit out of by their boyfriend doesn't mean you get to be sympathetic about them, Cailin. She deserved it. When I do beat you, you're going to need some fanta with all the words you're going to have to eat, and suck back up into your little mind. I am better than you, you think comparing me to the likes of Veena Adams means that I will become her? I am a superior wrestler to you. Face it. German efficiency will win again on Showdown, you cannot stop it. You cannot diminish my wrestling ability or German efficiency in a video recording. ''

'' You just repeat the same things. It's a bore. You're like motor racing without the crashes. You're like a storm without thunder. Is your job here to motivate everyone and then put them to sleep? You're also self-contradicting. Here you say you don't respect me, but yesterday you were fucking my ass with your tongue, talking about how cool I am and how you knew I was going to win and how you were pissing your panties and the sheer thought of wrestling me to a good match. Get over yourself. I can't change that you have some addiction to me, you always say I'm talented and cool and hot. I know. But I don't like you, Cailin. I cannot change if you fancy me, if you want to sleep with me. I also can't change that I'm a better wrestler than you. We can fuck, Cailin. Sure. But it won't be in a bed. It will be in the ring. I will be fucking you over, physically, mentally, emotionally. I am going to dominate you and send you back to Texas, send you back to daddy where he can tell you it doesn't matter that you lost your championship, as long as you took part right Cailin? You're calling yourself a realist. Your whole video recording was spent trying to prove you're not an idealist like I said you were. You took your time to try dis-prove me but you're still failing. You make me want to throw up. I have come to change that. I am an assassin, I am here to bring you into the real world. You're like one of those care bear things, who when you press their tummy they say something in an energetic voice. That's you, a care bear who likes to motivate kids and pretend they kick ass. We're not in school anymore. We're in the real world. I am going to prove this, and you will be my first project. You'll be the first person to realize that the division is a cancer and only German efficiency can cure it. Of course you can't become German, you're a disgrace to wrestling so I wouldn't want you tarnishing my great nation, but we can try can't we. I couldn't achieve that with Vanessa, she'd rather have cum in her stomach than wrestling in her heart. But at least you somewhat care about in-ring skill. I can mould you into a real wrester. Instead you'd rather stop it, ja? You'd rather 'put a muzzle' on me. So that you can keep having easy victories against models who do squats for an hour a week and think they can wrestle? You want the easy way out, like an idealist would. You cannot comprehend German efficiency, yet. You don't realize the good it is going to bring to America, and the wrestling within it. You try to hold it back ,you make joke about wars that happened before you were even born. I do think Showdown will be easy, Cailin. You will lay down for me or I will kick you down. I'll give you a chance to heal this division. If you don't accept I'll just force you, no matter how hard I make you bleed, you will become a good wrestler when you're in the ring with me. Wrestling is all about efficiency. Don't you think mommy will be looking down wanting little blondie to become a good wrestler? I think she would. So, anyway, got a lot of things to do today so I should probably wrap up this. What was I going to say now. Oh, so, I know you want me on my back so much Cailin. You probably sit in bed, with your hands between her thighs reading my promos. You fantasize about having me on my back with you, I bet. When I do beat you, your fantasies will be crushed. You are so confident and full of shit stating I'm just going to be like all your other opponents, you couldn't be more wrong. You frustrate me. On Showdown, I will beat you. The process of healing the division of its scars will begin, and I will mend the Specialists Championship, I will mend you, and I will mend women's wrestling in EAW. ''

Voltage #3

Let me just start by answering a simple question for you. Did I feel like a badass for calling Eris a twat licker? Nah, I was just spitting the truth. But let’s just go down a side road here. There’s nothing wrong at all with being a twat licker. Nothing at all. But what I’m telling you, is that she needs a new job. I love that woman, but when she’s not the Vixen’s champion anymore, what else is there for her to do. What other position in Hexa-gun can she have? I developed a new championship position for her. Wham, now she’s improved. Hell, she calls you her girlfriend anyways, so I assumed she was already your champion twat licker. Excuse me for assuming things as much as you do. But lemme tell you, that rumor train pulled out of the station a hell of a long time ago, and I’m not the one that started that crap.

At first I thought I would keep this kind of short, because god forbid you actually want your life to end over anything I said. I didn’t realize I was this powerful. Imagine every time I decide to open my whore mouth a titan would fall to their knees and clutch at their throat and beg for air. And I would just stand there smiling as they let out their last breath. “Please… we’re trying to do something good for EAW. We… are… Hexa-gun…” Dead. You know I got in this business to make people laugh, an amateur comedian really. So to hear that I just brighten up your day and bring out that rarely seen toothy grin, that just makes me smile myself. You know me so well though. I’ll stop joking. This isn’t a joke after all. This is completely serious. Just like I was back when I punched in to EAW for the first time. I was a couple things; I was too serious, I was saying irrational things at a high rate and I acted completely invincible. Hell, I was an idiot and even I know that. And even though you don’t remember basically telling me to give me more… you really did. You challenged my personality and called me boring and bland. You urged me to realize that I had flaws. And then when we fought, you took care of me like it was nothing. I haven’t forgotten that, but it’s not like I’m just wasting away thinking about that moment. I don’t spend hours or even minutes of my day dwelling over a failure in one match. I wasn’t going to be ruined over it, I was just going to turn around and keep working to get better. I mean you’re one bad ass bitch, and I admit I had my hands full. That was then and this is now. For you to sit there at your computer and think this is still all those months ago is pretty naïve. It’s kind of exciting to realize that we’ll meet one on one this time, and we’ll actually get the chance we always deserved to clash.

I know you like to spend so much time calling me a retard and trying to come up with new, hardly creative ways to outline all the ways I suck or am a slut, but I know even you get excited for someone who actually believes they can challenge you. I hear it in the hallways when people are about to face you, Claudia. People are scared of you for all the strangest reasons. You’ve said it to people so many times. You stand on one side promising to humiliate, while lending truth to the fact that anything can happen in the world we compete in. Upsets happen and streaks come to an end. Let me be clear on this though, me beating you won’t be an upset. That’s not me undermining your accomplishments. That’s me acknowledging the facts that the Cailin Dillon you fight Sunday isn’t the same version of the one you humiliated all those months ago. This isn’t because I changed who I am, it’s because I learned a whole hell of a lot between then and now. Oh by the way, please continue bringing up the Iconomy. Bring it up every time we fight. I don’t care as much as you seem to.

Can we backtrack a minute though? We pointed out a few of my flaws earlier this week and I’ve never said I wasn’t flawed. We pointed out just a few, and hell, there are many we could expand upon. I’m not some perfect cut diamond, and neither are you. We both have our issues. So many people are scared of going against you because of the verbal sparring that takes place leading up that inevitable first match. I mean, come on people. She’s just makes shit up at least half the time. You’re not going to humiliate or piss me off by saying I have bad breath, not when you look the way you do. I mean, please, make up as much as you want to about me and just roll with that. I’ll just say that when people see you in a certain light… there’s something masculine about that face… we’ll just call you butter face. This response from you this time was better. This is vintage Heart Break Gal. Vintage 2015 HBG. What you said earlier… that was just not quite what I expected from you. Call it a role reversal if you will. I thought you’d have more to deliver than just routinely calling me stupid and telling me I’m making a mistake. We’ve been down that road a couple times, and if you’re gonna call me boring, I’m gonna call you out when you put such little effort into it. Apparently you responded, because I feel like you actually tried this time.

This really isn’t about survival. At this point it’s about coming in and shutting your mouth. You have such confidence in the near-death experience you feel you can deliver to me, yet I don’t feel like you’ve ever done anything to me. I haven’t left our matches injured. And I’m joining this war because I’m a glutton for punishment. You’re going to be disappointed when it all comes to a conclusion and I didn’t end up a casualty. Especially because it’s more than likely up to you to make sure that’s a reality. And while you try to insult me and push me mentally over the edge, you’ll just routinely fail. You’re used to opponents you look down upon eventually folding and stepping away. You’re still thinking that you can back me into a corner until I back off and put my hands up. It won’t happen. It’s not like I’m standing here expecting you to beg for mercy. I know you’re the same. If I’m a glutton, you’re just as much. Because I could have you pinned to the mat, bloodying your face with forearm after forearm until you black out and I guarantee you will still come back for more. You’ll defend yourself just like you know I will. But honestly, to say you’re two steps ahead at this point is laughable. In what way are you staying ahead of me at this point? Is it because you have a team? This is just me and you right now. You’re not so far ahead like you like to believe you are. I’m part of a team now, and no one is controlling me. If anything you’re being controlled by the other team. You’re being ordered to show up to these matches you clearly want no part of. And it’s just going to end in so much disappointment for the Hexa-gun side. Because at some point, all the backhanded comments and backstage dealings won’t be enough to save you. At some point very, very soon, it will be too late to recover and it will all come to a head at once with one, huge blowout battle. But that’s exactly how it should go. I’m really glad you’ve already preplanned your excuse for when you lose this one. “Yeah, but this proves absolutely nothing, ok?” Hey, think what you want Claudia. This is the world your mind created, we’re just all floating around in and getting a kick out of your next moves.

I’m not a fucking idiot, but maybe you should learn to read. I never said you asked me to join Hexa-gun. Why would I join it? You guys are crusaders for keeping things extreme, huh? Well no one is trying to fucking change it. What you’re crusaders of is making sure it stays like you guys want. How could anyone possibly blame you for doing it if you had the power to? No one has been able to stop you, so you’ve been able to put the heel of your boot on top of EAW and just push down. This place is ever bit the extreme place you desire it is. But you’ll never be content with it unless the rules are altered just perfectly to fit what you wanted. You come across as old timers, sitting on your porch and yelling get off my lawn. You’re afraid of any kind of change. You’re just holding out and rejecting it as long as you can, while failing to realize it’s not really changed all that much at all. After Hexa-gun ceases to exist, you and Impact will still kick ass as the Mercenaries and you’ll still be the same two extreme fuckers you’ve always been. It’s time to take your way of thinking and shift it to the retirement home where it belongs. If you’re so adaptable then you wouldn’t spend so much time pushing your old agenda because you’re afraid of the changes. It’s just that simple.

Does it really bother you so much that I don’t hate you as much as I hate Hexa-gun? It must. Because this is the reaction we get from you when you’re so clearly confused by it. Don’t worry, my motivations are selfish. I want to beat you and I want to see Hexa-gun suffer its death. I spend plenty of time listening to the things you say, but they align like everything else you do. They’re self centered, simply designed to put yourself over while attempting to drown your opponent. And why wouldn’t they be? I mean, hell, you don’t listen to anything I say. You just continue to talk and enjoy the sound of your voice while you drone on about how great you are and how no one else can compare. I get that, you think you’re special. You and your small group of insiders think you are special. But on the outside, you’re a JAG. For all your accomplishments around here, you’re just another girl. You’re just as expendable as you like to point out I am. But this place would go on without you and it would do just fine without Hexa-gun. Does that bother you?

The funny thing about you is you spend half the time acting like I’m a joke and then bring this around to explain how you’re more motivated than ever to beat me. So which is it, hun? You think I suck, or you think you have to take me seriously. Clearly I have your attention now, and you can deny it but you’ll just keep looking like a fool. This is a new direction for the two of us. This is the time you start to trip and stumble down the path that makes it too hard for you to save Hexa-gun. This is the time when you start needing to pay that therapist a little bit extra so you can explain how your days and nights are being haunted by each and every loss you take at the hands of me and Team Cross. These are going to be moments that last for the rest of your life. These are going to be the ones you wish you could forget as you grow older and enter that retirement community here in the next 10 or so years. Voltage is just the beginning of this for you. It’s the start of a long, grueling, painful end to the things you hold so dear. Hey… at least you’ve got Eris.

Dynasty promo #5

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The scene opens backstage inside the personal dressing room of EAW’s self proclaimed Social Media Champion “Picture Perfect” Mark Michaels. It’s here that we find a cluster of reporters from around the world, gathered around Michaels (who is flanked by his trainer Akio Inoue, as well as his agent Johnny J.) Trying to get a few clip worthy quotes pertaining to the upcoming Hell’s Warpath match, during the Rising Tide Pre-Show.

Reporter #1: “Mister Michaels, tonight you are to compete in the first ever Hell’s Warpath Match. Is there any concerns about wrestling in a match where no one is totally sure what to expect?

Michaels: “First off everyone is already expecting by the time this match is finished to see a wrestling ring become more akin to a demilitarize zone, you’d have to be a fool not to . Second, I’ve everyone already knows that I am going to cut thru those nine nincompoops like a hot knife thru butter. Everything else, well that’s anyone’s guess.

Reporter #2: “Inoue-San, You have been in charge of training Michaels for this match. Do you believe that he is prepared for this match?”

Inoue: “Yes he is. I can say that without a single doubt. He was able to quickly learn the concepts of his new training regimen, and apply them in our sparring sessions. He’s been amazing to work with, and I have the utmost confidence that he will be the one who gets his hand raised tonight.

Reporter #3: “Mister Michaels, do you have any last minute responses to the comments made by several of your opponents?”

Michaels: “As a matter of fact, I do. You all suck, plain and simple. Caine, just because that psychobabble bullshit that spews from your mouth might psyche out weak minded simpletons like Kevin Hunter, do you really think it’s going to work on me? Now you’re right about how I haven’t changed any in the past six months, but why would I need to? I am the psychical embodiment of Perfection, and there’s no such thing as better than perfect! And what’s more, I’ve been tearing thru bottom feeders like you since the moment I walked thru the door. What have you done? You beat up a few nobodies, and think that you’re as much of a bad ass as you pretend to be. Why don’t you try standing against the men I’ve stood against in this ring, or at the very least, a guy who has at least one win to his name, Then maybe some small shred of your ridiculous rhetoric might actually be semi convincing. I’ve told you once, and I’ll tell you again, the thing that separates me from a chump like you isn’t bravado, or arrogance, it isn’t pride, or ego, it’s the fact that I have more talent in my little pinky, that you could ever possibly dream of having. And I know you don’t believe me now, that’s okay, neither did any of the other assholes that I beat the ever loving shit out of did either.

And Kevin Hunter, I don’t get how you think you can talk yourself up into thinking you stand a chance in this one. You act like you’re the only guy who has ever been in a multi-man match with no disqualifications. Maybe I would give some credence to this whole ‘we’re lambs being drawn to the slaughter’ garbage, if you wouldn’t have had your ass handed to you by Dynasty’s bottom tier talent two weeks in a row! You think that anyone Is buying all you talk about chaos besides all those drunken jackasses in your little club? Let me ask you something, just how many times did you have to get down on your knees, and suck on some dude’s tailpipe to become president? That is how you got that job right? Because from what I’ve seen of you, there is no other way that anyone would have chosen you to lead them, unless they were able to say that they made the club president their bitch! Kinda like how I’m going to say it after I toss you over the top rope, and out of the match tonight. Kevin, you bring your wannabe Fonnzie ass to the ring, and I guarantee that by the end of the night you’ll find a print of my boot running right across it as a reminder, that Chaos can’t rattle Perfection.

And then we have Dustin, a fly who becomes more, and more of an annoying, irritating, pest the longer you let him buzz around you. Well Dustin, in just a short while you and me will be face to face, and you know what? After I’m done with you, the only remanence will be left, will be stain on a rolled up new paper. You say that I haven’t said anything about you in particular, and maybe you’re partially correct because I really couldn’t care less about you. Your matches are only on the card so that the fans can have time for a bathroom break. You’re only on the roster because much like your wife, Dynasty had a hole that it another guy needed to fill. You’re a pathetic worm who isn’t worth a scrap of my time. You say I have to pick a side? I already have. It’s the same side I’ve been on since day one, MINE. No Dustin I don’t need to pick a side, you do. Because anyone, or anything that stands between me and that New Breed Title match, is going to get torn a new asshole. You say I have no substance, I say wait till we step in the ring. Then just like my millions upon millions of followers, you’ll see firsthand that everything I do in the ring backs up all the style I carry outside of it.

And to Donny, Marcus, and all the other jackasses who are only there to waist space until I toss them out, you are all in for the fight of your lives. You are stepping into the ring with the man who has taken Zack Crash, Tig Kelly, Mr.DEDEDE, and many others to their absolute limit. Your taking on a guy who has competed in five men ladder matches, and glass gauntlet matches that looked more like car wrecks than competition, and walked away unscathed. You’re facing off against the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the Hashtag hero to millions upon millions of followers from every corner of the globe. The man whose followers have chosen him to be their Social Media Champion because they recognize his good given gifts of in ring talent, endurance, strength, speed, and charisma. They know that I am the total package, that’s why I am the Destiny of Dynasty, the Brightest Burning Star that EAW will ever come to know, and the man who has that New Breed Tile match hashtag in the bag baby! So keep that belt warm for me Clark, and try not to get any of your grubby little fingerprints on it. And the rest of boys, tonight I’ll see you in HELL, so Picture THAT!”

Johnny: “That’s all the time my client has for questions right now, he’ll be available after his victory tonight, thank you.”

With that Johnny leads the rounds up the reporters out the door.

FADE TO BLACK.