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To call yourself a realist is a mistake. I’ve never met a realist who saw herself as a cure to a problem that doesn’t exist. What you are is someone with a twisted, messed up imagination. You should have just stayed in Germany, living under that rock you decided to crawl out from under for some reason. Now we’ve just got Sheridan, the German accented clone of so many others before her trying to oppress the Vixens division all on her own. Why? Because you’re so fucking powerful and awesome? You’re just an asshole that doesn’t know when to shut up. Truthfully, you’re most efficient at stubbornly being an idiot. But I digress, we’ll let you do you and just keep it rolling.
 
I understand you’re weak. You can be the most talented and prettiest girl in the world, but you lack common sense. And that’s where it all goes south for you. Your whole message makes you sound like the little girl. There’s no idealism in me promising to outwork you in the ring. That’s straight confidence. That’s complete knowledge. The funny thing is that you’re walking around like you’ve already got this all figured out. You beat a couple people in Germany, call yourself a goddess and bring that same perception here. So you’ve beat a couple people here. It means nothing. And you try to make it seem like what you’re doing is scrubbing this division clean of its mediocrity. Go home, you’re drunk. If you had any idea what this place was like during the summer, you’d know how wrong you are to see yourself as the solution to the problem that doesn’t exist. The Vixens division was in shambles. Tarah was standing tall as champion above a group that was mostly unmotivated. That’s when this group needed its injection of new talent. It didn’t need to be turned upside down and started over. It just needed new blood. That’s what you are now, new blood mixing into a pot that was already being stirred just fine without you. Yet you decided you could be something more, and you couldn’t be more wrong. The truth about you is that I could say anything and you would turn around and spin it off the fucking map. You would make sure you say something so dumb in return and take it in such a nonsensical way that it truly only makes sense to you. It’s only a matter of time before you come in the ring waving your flag and you get absolutely thumped, dropped on your ass and made to realize just how off you really are. As a matter of fact, that time is just a few days away.
 
No matter what flawed story you want to believe about me, the truth is my mother died shortly after I was born. I was raised by a single father and I’ve always competed. I always wanted to win, and I never settled. That’s just continued to translate throughout my life. Everywhere I’ve been I’ve won, and EAW has been no different. You, meanwhile, are living with a plastic sheet that protects you from all these faux cancers that your idealistic mind sees around you. That’s funny, huh? You try and call me and idealist when you preach fake cancers and fake cures. Get real you ridiculous cartoon character. Why don’t you go back and turn a camera on and just let it follow you around for hours and don’t even say a word. Just let us see every damn thing you do without hearing your voice. Because that’s what you’re truly the best at. When you speak... that’s when everyone gets the clear picture on you. That’s when they all say, ‘Oh… so that’s her problem.’ Because you are talented and you are beautiful, but you’re also more insane than anybody could ever accuse Eris LeCava of being. Because the things you say are so unbelievable, only you truly could believe it. You preach about me not being a winner like I’ve never won anything. You make it sound like I’m just happy to be here. But you don’t realize you’re digging your own grave with a backhoe. Please, come into the match not taking me seriously. You will make ending this charade of yours so, so much easier. Come into this match with the same lackluster opinions you are developing of me and I will put a clown suit on you. Our match will be quickly forgotten for your contributions to it. Anytime history finds record of it, the result will be simple. Cailin Dillon easily routed Sheridan Muller. We can add a side note to it, too. As it turns out, this was the beginning of the end of Sheridan’s time in EAW. After this match, she packed her backs and went back to Deutschland where the doctors could make sure she stopped harming herself.
 
It’s funny that you see yourself as a hero to this division. The great thing is that you’re far from a hero. The even better thing is that you aren’t even a villain. You’re just a bit player, a pawn on the chessboard that just got slid into striking range of a major piece. But we won’t be wasting our time playing a game of chess in the ring. You don’t have the strategic mind to even participate in that kind of warfare. Fuck German Efficiency. German Efficiency is a joke. German Efficiency is lame. And you say German Efficiency too much. The only thing efficient about this match is going to be the way I beat your ass. Then you can go back and open up your notebook, go over all the notes you take and shake your head as you try to figure out where you went wrong. I can pinpoint that one for you — it was the moment you opened your mouth. You took the wrong direction. Why on earth are you so obsessed with talking about money all the time. Who the fuck is here for the money? Are you? You talk about it more than any Vixen I’ve ever faced. Is that why you think you’re a realist, because you acknowledge the fact that we get paid to do this? My god you are a walking punch line. I’ve rarely met someone who lives in a dream world quite like the one you’ve constructed. I don’t even walk around talking like the world is all sunshine and rainbows. But you pulled that so far out of your ass that you felt you had to use it. Like you just drooled and smiled as you decided it was a line to good to pass up. Wow, who knows how you’ll react when you lose this match. I full expect you to roll over on your stomach and throw a level-11 tantrum. Just kicking and squirming around as tears stream down your cheek because you realize how wrong you were.
 
And then you’re so stupid you wrote yourself off in the match. This title is irrelevant isn’t it? They only book irrelevant people to challenge me for it. I’m sorry, hunny, that includes you. You’re no different than anyone else who has challenged for it. When I say they think it’s easy, I mean they act like it’s easy to beat me. Just like you have this week. But go down the line. There are so many who are better than you. Aria and Haruna are much better than you. But none of those girls won their matches against me. They didn’t take the title. But you’re more irrelevant than they ever will be. Yet you think calling yourself the most talented wrestler in the company makes you this fucking rock n’ roll all-star who can’t be beat by me. Just keeping pumping your ego to the brim as you tell everyone this same shit over and over. German Efficiency, I’m better than you, I’m the best there is. By your backwards logic we’re just going to come out week after week and listen to you spout off this same thing and you’ll go right to the top. That just isn’t how this works. And you tell me to fuck off. You know who spent a whole week telling me she was more talented than me? Veena Adams. She lost, you will too. Just saying you’re more talented than someone doesn’t mean a damn thing. I’ll take care of mine in the ring, you just try to keep up. Sorta of like you’ll be doing all this week.
 
I know you don’t care about me or HBG or Eris or anyone but yourself. Who fucking cares what you think? But how stupid are you? Seriously, I really want you to honestly answer that. I’ve never seen someone so personally touched by a catchphrase. I used it against you because it’s trash. It’s absolute garbage that needs to be put away. It is the only original thing about you, and it’s just not any good. That’s why I spun it right back around and let you have just a little taste of it. You hammer home things that just aren’t facts. You’re better than everyone at everything! Oh my godz look at her! You sound exactly like a spoiled brat elementary school kid who runs around telling everyone she’s better than them. Congratulations, I guess. It’s gonna really suck when being better than everyone else comes back around as another one of your own idealist beliefs, and turns out to be far from realism. I hate to break it to you, but somebody has to. You aren’t invincible. Even if you really, really want to be. You’re just not. You’ve spent a lot of time trying to drive home this respect thing by taking it to another level. I can have respect for someone and still kick their ass. I already said that to you. But here you are trying to beat off a dead horse just going and going with it like respect means I’m some sap that will crumble if you don’t fight a clean match. Yeah, that couldn’t be any further from truth. But you don’t get it anyways. I don’t have any respect for you because you’re complete trash. How could anyone have any respect for you? You’re just three times the asshole you could ever imagine me to be, all wrapped up in one small, angry little package. You don’t see how much of a child you come across as with your approach. Just like you’re straight out of a high school drama. We get it, you’re a mean girl. Cool! For you to try and paint me as creepy because I’ve followed your matches, wow, what a stretch. Running out of ideas, are we darling? There’s something called knowing your opponent… and you fight in the same company as me, in the same division even. I like to see the other matches and know what’s going on. I don’t live like you do, I prefer to live outside from under that rock and see the world as it is. You know… as a realist. The reality is that you showed up to EAW with a catchphrase and a dream, but with one little problem as well. You walked into this place thinking it was a great idea to just do what a bunch of other girls did. The whole cancer thing, what a joke. And then you try to spin something out of the Team Cross thing and how they haven’t done a good job taking down Hexa-gun. Yeah, because they are just getting formed. Wow you try so hard, and you fail even harder. What points are you actually trying to make. Do you brainstorm by throwing a jump to conclusions mat on the ground and taking a leap of faith? Then you sit back and write all these misconstrued ideas down and you just let your mind spin it out of control.
 
My hands down favorite moment is when you tried to say I don’t have any competition for this title because I’m facing the other champion in Eris. So firstly, you acknowledged you’re going to lose this match. Brilliant tactic. And then you think a champion vs. champion match is just shit. This title has had great competition. It’s had solid matches you haven’t paid attention to at all. Including the steel cage match that featured Aria, who you seem to appreciate so much. Eris wants a match against the Specialist champion. She wants a match against me, but she’s playing a game. That’s just how she works. That’s how she has always worked. But you don’t know that because you’re new and just so freaking special that you’re playing catchup while you run around screaming that you’re the cure. For real, someone needs to put a muzzle on you and put you in safe keeping while they figure out what the cure is to you. I’ll take that step out of the equation for them this weekend, because I think what you need is a swift kick in the ass and a follow up kick in the teeth. Once again, I get that you’re hot shit. I get that you can act like I’m a Barbie doll and then turn around and brag about your looks. That’s cool. Take that hypocritical approach and just sail your boat out into the ocean of hope. Hey, don’t ask me for help when the ship starts sinking though. Maybe you can march right across the water like the goddess you clearly think you are and save yourself. Sink or swim right? I think I know you’ll be sinking. I’ve heard from you all week and I already know you’re sinking.
 
I knew when I mentioned my mother you would jump on it. It was easy bait. It was something you could comprehend. To be completely honest, I wanted to see how you would react to having that information. Lot’s of people have had it and used it far better than you did. I mean, seriously, you think I haven’t heard worse than what you said. I’m not naïve. Crusty bitches like you love to get a little thing like that and try to explode it into something even bigger. I would never expect you to go easy on me, because I won’t go easy on you. But you seem to act like this is all easy. This is all just a big joke to you. In your deluded mind, I’m worthless and you’re just gonna strut in there — oh excuse me, march, because you’re German — and just knock me around and I won’t fight back. You really think I’m such shit that I can’t even hold a candle to your ability. And that’s actually funny to me. Because I find myself so curious what you’ll be like after this match, after you lose. It’s going to be so crushing for you. You think I’m so positive, and that’s really not it. I know in this business you have to learn from every experience. It’s never going to go your way every time. And that’s what you’ll find out. You’re probably saying to yourself right now, how can she say that and then be so confident that she won’t lose. It’s simple, really. I know my opponent is so full of shit she’s in over her head. I’m shocked your eyes aren’t clouded over brown with how full of it you are. This isn’t just fun for me, this is my life. I’m not here to be second best and I’m not content with where I am now. I’m not going to stop standing up to every challenge and putting them on their back. This is not the moment it comes to an end for me, and it’s far from the moment that it begins for you. A small word of advice for you, Sheridan. If you want German Efficiency to be something you can use on into the future, maybe you should suspend the use of it for this match and pick it back up next week. Because when I take you to town this weekend and you lose our match, it’s going to be a point of ridicule for all your future opponents. And you might want to get that lip looked at before I split it open again. Your actions this week have been child’s play, but this is a grown up game. Allow me to send you back to the little kid’s table across the room, you’d fit in much better there. You aren’t ready for this moment, in fact you’re far from ready. This match is going to end in humiliation for you, and I don’t know if your little mind can handle that. Keep going bitch, because I don’t have a problem putting you down over and over.

 
 
Last week I went head-to-head with one of the newest shining stars of the Vixens division. She thought I was being patronizing throughout the week by just mentioning my experience. Rey tried to reach for things that simply weren’t there. So as I face another shiny new Vixen, I wonder if I’ll be considered patronizing once again just by mentioning things I see. So far, I don’t see Angela Salvetti as that type of person. Maybe even more so than Rey, Angela is one who is trying to attach themselves to the path that I took to get to where I’m at right now. So far she’s shown that this won’t be a path based on disrespect, but maybe more mutual respect than anything else. The truth is, we still have yet to see what weapons this girl has in her arsenal. But what she’s done so far is give me an idea of who she is. And you really can’t ask any more of a rookie Vixen. That’s a funny word though, isn’t it Angela? We both came to EAW with loads of other success in our careers, yet we have to start out as rookies? You’re hardly a rookie, even if you’re new. I’m not naïve, and you’ll know that soon enough.
 
The way you’re preparing for this match isn’t far off from the way I prepared for my own first go-round for a title when I faced Haruna one-on-one. Well, that was really a second go-round when you get down to it. But it’s true the preparation is far different when the scope can be narrowed to just one person. To me it doesn’t matter that we’ve never fought before. Everyone who makes it to this point is here because they’re among the best in the world. That’s why there aren’t 300 Vixens here, and less than 30 instead. We are the hand picked best, and if you don’t keep up and others pass by you, they are more than happy to push you to the back of the line and move on. We’re all fortunate for every day we have as a member of the best company in the world. That’s why I’ve always fought every match like it could be my last. We’re all just one match away from being done forever. There’s no reason not to give it your all. There’s not one good reason to not try and fight with more heart and determination than your opponent can possibly imagine providing in a given match. I know this title opportunity is the culmination of dreams you’ve had since before you ever came here. And I can tell you winning it is everything you’ve dreamed of. There’s a sense of accomplishment to it, that’s true. And for someone like you that has grown up around this business and witnessed the triumphs and failures, I have no doubt you think you know exactly what to expect as you enter this match.
 
Not all of us have the gift of growing up around this business. But for whatever reason, I’m stuck constantly encountering those that have, at least lately. Whether it’s Angela, Veena or Rey, these girls have known the ins and outs of this business since they were toddlers. Yet I came from a farmhouse. No, we weren’t farmers, but we were a blue-collar family. It was just two of us, and I can tell you a lot was expected of me. I had to do everything I could to make sure we could get by. And that’s why you see me the way you do today. I’m a relentless hard worker that busts her ass and works to get better. I’m a gym rat. It’s also why I do care so much about this division. Friends, enemies… frenemies… whatever. We’re all a family. And that’s why it means so much to me to make sure the Specialist title is taken seriously. That fight in me is exactly why I’m a champion. I worked my way from the very bottom to right here. From meeting with small promoter backstage and begging for a fight, to winning my first indy title. Next thing I knew, my hard work had me moving on to bigger levels. Everywhere I’ve gone, I’ve been a champion. And there are many in this company just like me. There are many just like Angela, too. Angela’s eyes were opened to EAW when she watched it later in life. My eyes were glued to it from the time I could comprehend television. It was my dad’s favorite thing to watch, and my weekends were spent watching and soaking up everything I saw before my eyes. This was always the place I knew I belonged. This was always the place I strived to be a part of. So when I got here, I refused to disappoint. And the more I got my bearings under me, the more I understood the capabilities I had to be more than just another wrestler here. The more I’m pushed, the more I accomplish. People try to pin me under a rock or push me into a corner, but I just bust out and keep going. I keep overcoming the odds they try to create.
 
When I hear that this place has been the missing puzzle piece to Angela’s happiness, I can certainly understand and connect with it. Even though I was wrestling, I knew I wouldn’t be at my happiest until I got to this point. Just as she does, I feel this place is my home. A home isn’t just a place where you like to stay, but a place where you grow and learn, mostly about yourself. It’s a place where you cultivate your skills and abilities so you can improve yourself. It’s a place that you should feel safe in. It truly is the place where you don’t feel so empty. But as Angela knows, a home in EAW isn’t always perfect and rosy. Things don’t always go as planned and you have to deal with both positive and negatives. The thing that differentiates us all is how we deal with these. I know that I have truly been able to treat each of these moments as learning experiences. That’s why I stay humble when I win, and I stay hungry at all times. Someone once told me I reminded them of a lion for this reason. If you get a chance to see a lion out in the safari, you will truly understand this. Watch them as they rest together in their herd. See them humble as they hunt, but always hungry to make sure they are fed. A lot of the girls in the EAW locker room are resigned to just being flat out bitches to each other. Because that accomplishes what again? That’s simply not the way to win, and it’s not a strength over an opponent.
 
I never once thought I would never make it out of my home in Texas. It was not a need to escape my present life there. But I wanted to accomplish more and more. I never had the feeling that Angela did. I always knew there was another place for me. I always knew I could accomplish anything if I kept reaching for more. And I wasn’t wrong. I didn’t have to take on the world to get to where I am, though, I just had to work hard. I never had anything given to me, not once. The amount of time I had to spend begging for new opportunities was only exceeded by the amount of time I spent training to get to this level. And every time I made it to a new place, they realized they should have given me a shot sooner. And then I did make it here, and that hard work has never stopped. I kept plugging away. And it went from being at the bottom of the barrel, to fighting my way to darkhorse status, exceeding that to be a contender and eventually becoming a champion. And now everyone who has faced me before, the ones that were here to see me grow into this spot, they always have the same reaction when they see their name on the card as their opponent. “Well, shit.” Because I have developed a reputation of pushing everyone to their limits, no matter the opponent. Ask anyone that’s fought me. I’ve become like the best hitter in baseball. I’m never an easy out. And I’ve become as clutch as the best player in the game. I have yet to lose a title match since I won this belt off Haruna.
 
I can’t predict what anyone else’s destiny is, but I imagine Angela has a good one ahead of her. Anyone who comes to work like she does, success comes for them eventually. But it won’t be far off from my own, I imagine. It didn’t come over night. There were times during the Empress of Elite tournament where I went right back to the video after a loss or draw. I needed to know my mistakes. I obsessed over them. I needed to learn what not to do the next time. But I found the right way to approach each and every match — both beforehand, during and after. And that’s been a big part of my run to this point. The truth is, our destinies are constantly evolving. They aren’t set in stone, especially when you make your living on stepping in the ring every day to wrestle. Anything can happen. You can lose on a whim. You can misunderstand what your true destiny is and end up lost. The reality is you’re just being redirected back on the right path to what your destiny is actually supposed to be. No, it’s not out of the realm of possibility that Angela could show up on Voltage and win herself the Specialist’s title. But the reality is that she is entering a match unlike she’s ever been a part of before. I can promise her that it won’t be easy, and I can assure her that I will be ready for anything she wants to throw at me. We will spend this week seeing who has the better moves when it comes to making jabs with out tongues. But the truth is it will come down to what we do in that ring. I know Angela believes she has the capability to kick my ass. It seems she’s coming in planning not just the upset, but a beating to take this title. She should know it will take more than just an ass beating to win this title. She better come prepared for the biggest battle of her career. If she wants to win, she needs to be ready for a war. The opportunity to defend this title means as much to me as it does to her having the chance to fight for it. She sees this as her golden ticket that she can ride to glory. I view it as her one-way ticket to a match that will end in a lot of pain, maybe for both of us, but glory for just one of us. Glory for just the one that remains champion. But even in defeat, it’s not as if there’s nothing Angela can’t take from this match. This will be an experience for her she won’t soon forget. And not because she’s leaving with the title, but because she had the chance. She might even come close, we’ll have to wait and see just what she’s capable of. But I’m a closer, and I will see to it this match comes to an end with the title staying around my waist. I remain focused on the task at hand, and focused on pushing myself even further as I continue down this path as a champion. Who said the Vixen’s division can’t have a champion holding two belts? Who says I can’t achieve the impossible down the line? A good champion focuses on what’s ahead first. And that’s why my mind is on this match against Angela.
 
Eventually, someone in this company will see it fit to judge my legacy as the Specialist’s champion. They will decide whether I was a good champ or a bad champ. But they will never be able to question the heart, will and determination that I brought to every match during my time as this companies Specialist’s champion. It’s hard for some people to understand how I can be so motivated to keep lugging away like this, match after match. They don’t understand how I can have such a genuine charge to push this title beyond what it was initially built for.  They wonder how I can be so driven. The truth is, they haven’t seen anything yet. While so many people are painting this target on my back and giving me their best shots, I keep turning them away. Somehow, I only get stronger every time I go out into that ring. I only fight harder when the intensity or the challenge gets tougher. It’s because for me this is only the beginning. I’m just getting started. Why stop when there is still so much more to accomplish? Why quit when I can single-handedly build this title into the same kind of prominence that the Vixen’s title already has? People thing it’s easy being the Specialist’s champ? Try taking on more challengers for your title than anyone else in the whole company. I will come into Voltage this Sunday and I know exactly what I’m aiming to accomplish. Angela has big dreams, and I don’t blame her for wanting to use me as a ladder to the top. But when she tries to climb me on Sunday, I won’t be a ladder ready to fall. I’ll be wall that’s not about to topple over anytime soon. I’m defending my title this Sunday, and I’m leaving New Jersey still the EAW Specialist’s champion. So give me your best shot, Angela. Because I can guarantee you will get mine.

All of this talk about accomplishments in the past doesn't mean shit because it boils down to the fact that we are both vying for that Interwire Championship. For one night, the wins, losses, feuds, titles, and records are going to be put to the wayside as two people enter that ring on a clean slate and fight it out to determine who is the best between themselves. I WANT TO FACE THE BEST CAMERON EVER! I don't want to take on the Cameron that won Vixen Of The Year three times in a row, I don't want to face the Cameron who is a hall of famer, and I don't even want to face the current Cameron that holds the Interwire Championship because I want to face the greatest Cameron...Ella....Eva.... that has ever stepped into the ring. Sure, you can come in and give a great effort every week and beat the likes of Brayden Cruise and Jason Cage but that isn't going to cut it against me. I will not settle for a Cameron that goes out and fights like you have been over the last couple of months, because it's going to take more than anything you've done in your professional career. You are going to have to reach deep down inside your soul in order to intimidate me into thinking that I don't have a chance of beating you, because the woman that I see before me doubts the possibility that she can beat me. Let's face facts, you've stated multiple times over that I am the competitor who has a shot of taking that title away from you and you've huffed and puffed and shown your peacock feathers in order to "talk" yourself into winning.  

I was taking it easy on you because of the amount of respect that I have for you as a competitor, and after having this barb of words with you over the last couple of days... I, unfortunately, have to take to another level. I have to take that clutch and put it into second gear in order to show you, and the world, why I am going to take that mantle as an EAW champion. All these doubts and all the negativity that has been flowing out of my mind these past couple of days has been slowly trickling away as I gain more confidence. It started the moment that the referee held my hand in the air and declared that I had won via Rear-Naked Choke against one of the most feared men in the planet, Dark Demon. All the battle royales, number one contendership matches, and even the fucking King of Elite couldn't have been a more sure-fire sign of my success than beating Dark Demon in one-on-one competition. This was the man who took your Hall of Fame championship as if it was nothing, and let's be honest, he was a step up in competition from yourself, Cam. I already faced the scariest competitor that has ever stepped foot inside the EAW arena and ...I survived, comparing you to Dark Demon is like comparing the chupacabra to a rabbit and now I'm going to stick you into a hat and make you disappear.  

There is nothing that you can do inside that ring that would surprise me, because I'm not going to underestimate you like so many of the competitors that you faced over the last three months.  I've studied your moveset, your tendencies and even the way you walk around the ring, because there is years and years of footage for me to look at. That's the thing about people like me, who are making a big splash but haven't been here for very long, I have new tricks up my arsenal that few people have ever seen. You can make poke and prod at my small list of accomplishments but you are exactly the type of person that will go down in history as losing to The Mexican Samurai and you'll be getting a special footnote.  

*Lost the Interwire Championship* 

You are just like everyone else, and it's so disappointing. I gain just a little bit of noteriety and suddenly you know my whole history but where the fuck were you when I was floundering on the lower card  on Showdown? I never got a "Hi!" backstage or a "How are you doing, Samurai?", in fact, I'm pretty sure that you didn't notice me until I became a threat to your title, but now suddenly Cameron Ella Eva respects me and sees me as the competitor that could give her a challenge. Give me a fucking break with that bullshit. After being my teenage crush, and following you after Pain For Pride...I guess I made the wrong decision in people that I wanted to admire; I knew I should have been a Kendra Shamez fan. Then again, if you did talk to me, I probably couldn't understand you anyways. 

You're mad, you're not mad. Are you mad or not? I couldn't quite understand if I fired you up or you simply dismissed it. You are like that girlfriend that ignores their boyfriend and says "Everything's fine" every time he asks you what's wrong. Should I walk on eggshells around you until  you figure out whether you are mad or not at me? I'm not your stupid boyfriend though, so I don't have to listen to the dumbshit that comes out of your mouth. What I'm forced to do though is to watch you come out to the middle of the ring and proudly hold that title over your head while the fans in attendance assume that you are a great Interwire Champion. You've been a GOOD champion, don't get me wrong but it's time for that Interwire Championship to be put on a pedestal with the world title because I'm the type of wrestler that can put that kind of legitimacy on the title. All these accomplishments that are missing from the EAW Network can be watched on Sunday where you'll be able to go to video-on demand and watch yourself lose the Interwire Title over and over again for $9.99. I'm also going to do the one thing that you were unable to do and that is represent the Interwire Championship on an FPV.  

Did I step up my shit-talking game? I hope you are really incensed and hopefully I can see the Cameron Ella Eva that gives the biggest fight of her life. I'm sure you'll last longer than Dark Demon did and in all seriousness, I want this to be one of the best matches of the year because we both deserve to showcase a match for the ages. Through all the beef that has happened this week, Cameron Ella Eva is one of the best Interwire champions of all time and you've held that title with dignity. I said this in an EAW interview but I thought you were the toughest champion in the whole company because I've seen nothing but amazing performances week in and week out and you were the champion that I never wanted to face. It's time for me to face my fear and make my mark to finally show my family, friends, and fans that I can wear gold over my waist and most importantly, to prove to myself that I have what it takes to be a top guy in the company. 

Thank you, Eva. For giving me a shot at the belt. You could have faced Chuck Scene or TLA but you gave me a shot instead. I won't disappoint you but after the match, the champion has to buy the first round.

 
Rey Shamez… welcome to the real world. It’s been, interesting, trading verbal blows with you this week. If you can call it that. Actually, it’s rather strange. I stated some very factual information, and you took that as me being egotistical. How strange. You see a clip of me talking about recent events with my step sister, and you decide that means I’m not focused. You’re cute, but it’s not done is it? Oh, I have no motivation. You mean getting the chance to perform in front of all those fans every week, just getting the chance to call yourself a professional wrestler isn’t motivating enough? Not to mention that I told you plainly that I treat every match the same way. I fight every week like it could be my last time, because I love what I do. I would never, ever, take it for granted. And that’s why when I say we’ve traded verbal spars this week, it’s really been me saying things while you catch a case of word vomit.
 
I’m going to rehash this all for you, and make sure you understand everything you attempted to say. You’re offended that I don’t think you know anything about me. What? I’m sorry to stand here and laugh at you, but no one’s calling you an idiot. Not yet. I don’t honestly think you don’t know anything about me. To say that is ridiculous. You obviously know enough about me that you think beating me would be shocking the world. The entire world! I won’t dare say that my experience in this company is the reason I will beat you. No, that’s going to be when I out work you in the ring through pure will and determination. The fact is, experience does matter. That’s why three Vixens showed up in July, and blossomed after a few months. That’s why two of those three are champions and the other is the Empress. No, that didn’t happen in a month, or two, or even three. It took experience and we learned from our mistakes and our victories and we got better. You’ll be no different. If you think you are different, than you’re no different than my last opponent. This will be a learning experience whether you win or lose. Anything can happen in this match, literally anything. So maybe you don’t know me as well as you think or you’d like me to believe, because this is nothing different from what I’ve said in the past. But I’m sorry to tell you, experience does matter.
 
For you to believe my head isn’t in this match because I mentioned Veena is, well, really funny actually. It’s almost as if you’re saying the past doesn’t exist. Again, this comes from me talking to my step sister about my last match, but whatever. You’re clearly on to something here. I’m only thinking about last week’s match and I haven’t even given you a thought. Except for all that time I spent pointing out how I take our match just as seriously as I do that last cage match. Also, it’s strange to think I can’t acknowledge the future. Like just mentioning that two Vixens were fighting for a title shot. Well, that’s just me repeating the news that’s already out there, Rey. You’re really reaching for something here. As I told you, my attention is on you. I don’t even know who won that match I mentioned. I won’t even give that a thought until we’re done. That’s right, you heard me. I’m focusing on this match. I’ve trained this week to fight just you. Not any of the people you mentioned. No, I could care less what they’re all doing. You seem to have this little sister complex. Ar you not getting enough attention? Is that the way you’re taking this? I have no reason not to give you my full focus. I always take this one match at a time, because like I said, every match could be your last. I don’t mean to be repetitive, but you repeated yourself enough so I want to make sure that’s clear to you. So that whole reason you have the upperhand on me? That’s all a wash now. I’m not distracted at all. I’ve never been worried about the target on my back for being a champion. I don’t spend anytime looking around corners are being nervous about someone coming after me. No, I stay ready for that. I embrace that target. You’re coming at it this week, so I’ll put you down. And I don’t have to lie about anything when it comes to you. There is no clouded conscious on my end at all. If you did know anything about me, you’d see that I keep a pretty calm and collected attitude myself. Letting your emotions get the best of you is a terrible way to lose a match. This is not an advantage for you, but it’s an illusion you’ve created. You stepped into the Vixen’s division, so now you’ve got my attention. That’s why I can assure you my mind is focused and it’s in the game. What’s distracting me? Honestly? When it comes to the ring, I’m always focused on exactly what I need to be. What you’re doing is trying to build false confidence. You haven’t even said one thing about me that’s remotely correct. Yet, you keep on trying.
 
So me comparing us makes me patronizing. Ok. I tell a story about my earlier days, when I got a chance to fight against a living legend and how I approached that match the way you’re approaching ours, and that makes me egotistical. First off, I would never compare myself to Claudia. She’s a legend and a Hall of Famer and whatever, but she’s also a giant bitch. I’m not trying to follow that lead. If or when I reach the kind of level she’s at, it’s going to be on my own terms. It won’t be because I operated in the backhanded ways she has. I congratulate you, I guess, on not taking handouts from being Kendra’s cousin. I’m not sure how that honestly matters at all. I’m sure she’s proud of the mention she’s getting from you. I will say you aren’t like many of the other new Vixens, and I though I was making that clear before. There are a handful who have shown up and acted like they deserved to be in the title scene from day one. And maybe they are good enough to fight at that level, but the division is a lot more crowded now then it used to be. There weren’t all that many back when I arrived, but it’s grown, and it has flourished. People get excited for Vixens matches, and I couldn’t be happier about that. But I’m getting off track, so let me back track to what we were talking about before. I’m not comparing the match, but the mentality. We both went into matches wanting to shock the world. But you trying to turn this into something more? That’s just laughable. You’re the one trying to make this all into something it’s very obviously not.
 
I want to congratulate you on feeling like you are the only one that has motivation. This is quite a sermon you came out to preach. We’ve even already discussed this. But yes, you are confident. And yes, you are arrogant. You are way too arrogant to believe that you are the only person who is motivated to win. I’m motivated to win this match because I’m booked in it. It’s not personal or spiteful, it’s not about veteran vs. rookie or and of that dumb crap. I’m booked in a match, so I’m motivated to win. You’re right, you’ll have to beat a win out of me to get it. But you’re hardly the only one who will do whatever it takes to win this match. I haven’t the slightest idea why you would think you are. There are things I really admire about you, and things that even remind me of myself. You’re approaching this match like we’re enemies or something. That’s a straight up Haruna move right there. And you know how things have gone for her. For you to suggest in anyway that my motivation to keep getting better isn’t genuine is where you really take the cake with your arrogance. What makes you think I’m just content where I am. I sure didn’t say as much. I’m not going to stop working to get stronger, studying my opponents, working my ass off in the gym and getting better. I grew up watching amazing wrestlers of all genders and dreaming of someday being as good as they were. Now I’m here, in the best company in the world. I’m not content with just floating along on a breeze and doing what it takes to get by. I still have goals and I still have dreams. My motivations are as genuine as yours are. The difference is, you’re just getting started here. That’s it.
 
I grew up living in a farm house outside of Fort Worth, Texas, and it was just me and my dad. We spent our weekends watch EAW. My dad bought me all the magazines, too. That doesn’t make us all that different. I dreamt of someday fighting in EAW. And all the stops along the way, from the Indy’s in Texas, to the fed in Ohio and then the one down in SEC country, that was all more than worth it to get to this point. I bled, I cried, I got knocked down and I always got right back up again. I’ve been a gym rat since I was 15. I haven’t been able to step away from this ring since I stepped into it. This is where I belong. When I was a kid, this was all just a dream. Now it’s a reality. It’s all real life. I got to where I am today with hard work, heart, determination and talent. I’m living in the moment, and I’m not ready to step away from it. Actually, I still think my moment is yet to come. Where I am now, it’s just a step along a bigger, much larger path.
 
What I don’t think you understand is that I like you, Rey. I hope nothing but the best for someone who works hard like you do. You’re not entitled to your spot and you’ve worked for everything that’s ever been given to you. So don’t stop doing that. You have a dream to shock the world, and that dream will come true — eventually. But like I said before, just make sure you aren’t too shocked when I take you down on Friday night. Don’t take it personal, and don’t stop trying to be the best. I invite you to go ahead and step in the ring on Dynasty and throw your dart at this target on my back. But when your dart misses wide, pick your ass up and keep going. Because I don’t have a problem destroying your dreams.

Dynasty Promo #3




PicPerfectMichaels has uploaded a video:










("Fancy" by Iggy Azalea plays in the background)




Announcer: "It's the Shout-Out Show, and here's your host, Pitcre Perfect Mark Michaels!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"


Michaels strolls into the shot dressed sharply in his Hugo Boss 'Skubic' Style Sweater, tucked into his black 'Maine' style jeans.  The ensamble is pulled together by his black suede Ferrigamo Driver Loafers, his Gold rimmed Gucci Aviator sunglasses, and his million dollar grin.  


Michaels: "Welcome my dear followers, to the hottest worldwide trending talk show across all social media, welcome to the Shot-Out Show!  Now this week all of EAW is experiencing the fallout from the King Of The Elite.  I swear this show had it all, twist, turns, excitement, and even a few W.T.F moments thrown in for good measure.   So in case you've been hiding under a rock this past week, we've got all the news that you need to know, so let get to it."


*An Image of Eclipse Diemos pops in over Michaels shoulder


Michaels: "The world was shocked this weekend, when Eclipse Diemos not only won the right to be a last minute sub in the final match of the King of The Elite Tournament, but would go on to defeat both Aren Mstislav, and that perennial disappointment Lucian Black.  Need less to say, many people took to social media with complaints about how Diemos was allow to get a second shot  at becoming king, when I was completely overlooked.  I mean seriously, how can you shove Dynasty's Brightest Burning Star to the side, in favor of a freak like Diemos."



*The image of Diemos is replaced with the King Of The Elite logo.


 
Michaels: "In other news, after four long months of begging, pleading, and whining, Rheagar finally got his shot at the National Elite Championship.  And then he got his good for nothing, Greek ass handed to him.  Ditto for Carlos Rosso, well except for the Greek part, I think anyways.  Oh and Lannister got to know what it's like to be a Smore, en route to becoming the new EAW Champion.  We here at the shout out show would like to congratulate the winners, as well as remind them, that their just lucky that they didn't have to face me."




*The image again changes, this time to one of Evan Stark.


Michaels: "But now we turn to the future.  This Friday night to be specific.  Because ion that night, Live on Dynasty's Trendsetting tour of Asia, all of my followers in the Beijing National Indoor Stadium, doesn't that just roll off the tongue, will get to see me in person for the very first time.  There's not a doubt in my mind that 90,000 of my followers will be rising up out of their seats, and screaming my name at the top of their lungs.  Meanwhile my opponent Evan Stark, will be having second thoughts, about his second thoughts about making pro wrestling his choice of career.  That's right Evan, you best not even bother to bring your ass to Dynasty this week, because if you do I'm going to ram my boot so far up it, that you'll be spitting up leather for a month.


In just a few days Evan, you will step into the ring with the greatest professional athlete to ever lace up a of boots.  The Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram icon, the Hashtag hero, whose hard work has earned him an army of fans eat, sleep, and breathe his every pic, and status update.  Yes This Friday Night, you get to go one on one with the Destiny of Dynasty, the EAW's brightest burning star, and the Undisputed champion of all Social Media. But hey look at the bright side, after I'm done with you, your bruised and battered face will be trending world wide, so go ahead and Picture That!"


WITH THAT THE VIDEO FADES TO BLACK. 

Let’s go change the subject, shall we?
 
We’re getting nowhere by you trying to act civil, Cloud. So far, you’re making me grief. I honestly thought you were going to be a little different than my past opponents. I have competed against almost all of the Vixens on this roster and I’ve never been in the situation where I felt completely overwhelmed by their fierce personality. In my dreams, I wish to compete against someone who will show me another side of her. A side that no one in this company has seen. A side that only Eris LeCava can bring out. You can go ahead and call me cocky, but I take pleasure into knowing that I frustrate people to the extent where they get a complete personality makeover. I like seeing the fire in their pupils ignite as we lock eyes. I like being the reason for other people’s misfortunes. It’s about time it goes the other way around, don’t you agree? Regardless, for some reason I thought you were going to be that special person, Cloud. In my mind, I envisioned you and I going at it as two vicious wolves fighting for the last piece of meat. Clawing away as we bark and bite mercilessly. I wanted to see your psychotic side, your sinful, envious side – and don’t you dare tell me you don’t have one. We ALL have one, whether we want to admit it or not. Where’s that side, Cloud? What do I have to do in order to get it out of you?! Do you want me to berate you even more? Want me to insult your taste in women? Does me calling you a try hard insult you or amuse you? I’m pretty sure you’re thinking that I’m an idiot. This is in fact self-sabotage simply because I want the best out of you. I mean, I should be happy that you’re being the sappy old bitch that you’ve always been, right? Well, no. I want to go against only the best in this company, that’s the only way I’ll be satisfied with my career. I love the pain, I love the struggles, I love myself a little challenge. I like to shove into people’s faces that I came on top and that I was in fact the better woman. I already know that I’m one of the best on this roster but I like having killer matches and a clean record as proof.
 
Even though we may have similar characteristics, we both have a striking difference: I’m not civil inside or outside the ring. The way you act in the ring, whether it’s playing by the rules or doing anything you can in order to be announced as the winner – it all reflects how you are as a person outside of this “game”. The person you will meet in the ring in a couple of days will be the same person who is standing before you as we speak. I have no mind games or any tricks up my sleeve. This is the authentic Eris LeCava who may have an element of surprise, but that’s as far as I’ll go to get a shock factor. People know that I’m a risk taker and I’ll do anything in my power in order to come out on top. You shouldn’t be afraid, Cloud. You know what you’re getting yourself into. You know how much it’ll take to beat me you’re just afraid to admit the fact that you don’t have what it takes. I’m a rare species amongst these basic animals. I’m something no one has seen and will never see in EAW. I’m gold, baby. Just thought you should know that.
 
And it may seem as if I’m selling myself but in this industry you HAVE to do it that way. Even though I’ve been in EAW close to a year now, I’ve been in the wrestling industry for decades. If you don’t show any sort of unique factor in your personality you might as well quit now. The fan base won’t take interest in you, the crowd will see your matches as toilet breaks. You may want to roll your eyes at my words but there’s a reason why I’m Vixens Champion. It may seem like an EAW rookie is giving you advice, but this long time wrestling veteran is trying to show you the ropes. This is the real pathway to success.
 
Overall, it’s been a little nerve wrecking going through this entire experience. This is a significant test that EAW is putting before me.  I hear people continuously tell me to calm down but I’ll calm down once King of Elite passes by and everything goes back to normal. I’m in fight or flight mode, that’s why I’m so tense people just don’t get it! Once I successfully beat Cloud, I’ll go back to focusing JUST on Hexa-Gun and on HBG. I won’t have to deal with this stressful environment. Everyone will see that Eris LeCava is simply unbeatable and no one is going to dare to step up to the plate. No one is going to dare to look me in the eyes as I walk backstage with my championship proudly placed on my shoulder. Cloud, I know that you’re a mature individual and I really appreciate it. However, if I do in fact lose to you in Kin of Elite, there is no way in hell I’m going to stand in that ring – that ring where I have been demolished, and shake your hand telling you that you’re the better woman. You better be taking some sort of mind-boggling medication if you ever think I’d stoop that low. You can go ahead and be the bigger woman but I’m playing on my own terms. If you do end up winning, don’t think that you’re going to get rid of me and never see me again. I won’t stop until the vixens championship is on my side, where it BELONGS. But alas, why am I focusing on something that’ll NEVER happen? I’m just being silly. Oh, Cloud! Your stupidity is rubbing off, I’m afraid. Maybe we should limit our contact, it’ll be for the best.

Tokyo, Japan

(The Asylum Wrestling Dojo. "The Straight-Jacket Queen" Miss Manami stands ringside as she's about to observe a sparring session between Cloud Matsuda and Cailin Dillon.)

Manami: Go!

(Ding! Ding! Ding!)

(Cloud and Cailin lock in for a collar and elbow tie-up.)

Manami: Remember there's no striking! I only want to see grappling!

(Cloud appears to have the upper hand, but is quickly bent over backwards due to Cailin's sheer power. Matsuda instinctively spreads her legs and as soon as her shoulders hit the mat, she used them to balance herself as she wraps her legs around Cailin's neck, bringing her to the mat in a headscissors lock. Cailin lifts Cloud up to counter with a powerbomb, but is thrown down by Matsuda's hurricarana counter. Cailin gets to her feet and avoid a shoot tackle. Dillon capitalizes with a surfboard crusher and then a STF.)

Manami: Fight through it Cloud! Fight through it!

(Cloud crawls forward and reaches for the rope, wincing in pain. Cailin is surprised at Cloud's sudden surge of strength. When Cloud gets to her feet, Cailin whips her to the corner. She walks over to grab Cloud who suddenly bursts forward and catches Cailin with another hurricarana. Cailin landed on her feet and catches Cloud with a Texas Twister. As she's about to deliver the final blow, Manami rings the bell.)

(Ding! Ding! Ding!)

(The girls stop and walks over to the ropes.)

Manami: We'll stop there. Matsuda-san! That would have been your ass!

Cloud: (sighs) I know...

Cailin: I think she did well-

Manami: (glares) Don't encourage her mediocrity.

Cailin: (backs away) Okaaaay...

Manami: Keep this up Cloud and you WILL lose at King of Elite. Do you want to lose?

Cloud: (glares) No.

Manami: Then don't let your friend here beat you. She's a current champ with several successful title defenses. If you can't beat her...then you will never beat an experienced veteran like Eris LeCava.

(Cloud stares at Cailin)

Cailin: (shrugs) Let's go at it again.

Cloud: (nods) Alright.

Manami: Normal match rules. Strikes are now allowed.

(Ding! Ding! Ding!)


I'm not playing games with you Eris-chan. I don't know why people think I'm that clever, but quite honestly I'm not. At least when it comes to psychology. Everything I've said so far came straight from the heart and I have a feeling you already know it. This war of words is OUR space Eris...nobody else's. All people can do is sit back and observe our promos. Since this is our space...I want to make a confession.

I am scared LeCava. Not so much of you...but what it may take to beat you. You're surrounded by people who would love nothing more than for you to outright kill me in the ring. This is more than a match for us. This is even more than a typical title match. This is a fight for our relevancy...a fight that goes as far back as Sexy Curry's first encounter with Hexagun.

I'm being civil because when that bell rings, my civility goes out the window. My primary objective will be to hurt you to the point where you can't stand. You're right about us wanting respect. You may not care about the fans' respect...but there's someone other than HBG you want to respect you...and that person is me. You will never say it, not in a million years, but you want my respect. You want me to look you in the eyes and acknowledge that you are the better woman. Matter of fact if I lose, I'll shake your hand, look you dead in the eye and say: You're the better woman.

But losing is not on my mind. You see LeCava everything is so clear to me now. HBG's instant hostility towards me...Luzmala's constant mind games...I'm a threat. They know it Eris...they just don't want to tell you the truth. There's a reason why it's you and I at King of Elite and not Aria vs Eris, Raven vs Eris, or even Cailin vs Eris. Because I'm the biggest threat to your title...the biggest threat to your existence. We both agree that I am you and you are me and thehardest foe to beat will always be yourself.

It's a shame really. In another life you and I would be the best of friends. But not here...not in the EAW universe. You have something I want and I have to remove you from the equation in order to get it. 

Cloud + Vixens Title = Destiny

Sorry, but Eris doesn't live here anymore.

Why do people view me and assume that I hold no sentimental value to anything?
 
Regardless of my actions or the things I’ve said in the past, I’m a pretty sensitive person, Cailin. I hold important events as well as important individuals near and dear to my heart. Simply because they’ve changed me as an individual, just like important life events should. I can’t sit here and lie to you by throwing insults after insults because that’s not the type of person that I am – I mean, I’ll insult people like Maddie, Tarah and Cloud until the cows come home but with you it’s something different. I’ve leaped and jumped around this ring for seven months, making a name for myself every time I step inside the squared circle. Our first match in this company was along one another and we came out victorious. It’s pretty remarkable to just reminisce the past and how we’ve all evolved as competitors. Nonetheless, people change even if we can’t see it with our naked eye. Back then, in the early days of Eris LeCava, I was fueled by pride. Yes, you’re right. I insisted and basically got on my knees and begged you for a fight. I wanted to be viewed as the best, I wanted the EAW Universe to look at us and admire our talents. I wanted them to be astonished as we gave one of the best Vixens matches to date. I don’t mean to get a bit corny but you and I along with Aria started a revolution in this company. The women’s division was horrible, there was corruption happening behind the scenes but when we three came around everything changed. We demanded something different, we demanded to be treated like a human being instead of just a creature with tits that can flop around to generate male viewers during our matches. Back then, I strived for pride and success. And now I have both, do you honestly think I should continue hitting the same tune and not go out for something different?
 
Nowadays, you can say that I’m fueled by anger – and hell, you’re probably right. I know that previously I made it seem like when we three came to EAW, big white lavish doors were opened and we were given opportunities that Vixens could dream of!... Yeah, it didn’t really go down that way. We were kicked, pushed the side as old, generic relics continued to soak up the attention from the fans. We had to fight and claw our way to the top, respectively. Now that I’m here, I see no change. I see that the same people still somehow manage to stay in the lime light while we are STILL kicked around and disrespected by washed up has-beens. I’m fuming as I hear Cloud insult me and my intelligence. I can feel my blood boil as I see Tarah Nova laugh at my attempts to run this division. I go insane as I hear Angela Salvetti express her doubts towards the Vixens Champion in their upcoming match. I used to run around in EAW with pride. Now I walk around demanding for RESPECT. Even when I got my controversial win against Maddie, putting one of the best Vixens matches to date, I was still criticized. I did everything correctly, I helped the needy, I gave homeless men my panties – I did absolutely everything good I could possibly think of! When I saw people turn against me because I beat Maddie I was livid. I was fuming, I was pissed the fuck off. When I got offered the Hexa-Gun position, I thought to myself “Why not do it? They already hate me enough,” I thought, “Might as well give them something to be pissed off about.” I could care less about putting on a ‘great’ match for these idiotic fans. I could care less about being a team player for my fellow Vixens. All I want is to go out there and show everyone sitting on their fucking asses why I’M CALL MYSELF THE BEST. I want to prove to every single one of you doubters WRONG. And the I cannot fathom who amazing it feels to see everyone tuck their tails between their legs when they see you succeed.
 
And that ladies and gentlemen, is the key to success.
 

By the way, Cloud, baby doll, you do realize that we’ve gone in the ring in the past, right? You do realize that I’ve beaten you not only once but TWICE in our previous matches? You can’t go and use the whole “You have to get in the ring with me, Eris! Just so you can see what I’m made of!” Oh, bull fucking shit. Why can’t you just own up and say that you don’t have the drive that I’m asking for. Why don’t you just put your money where your mouth is and stop building yourself up as this wrestling goddess? There’s only one goddess that surpasses every single one of you and that is my lovely partner. And the fact that you rely on your fan base makes me sad. You can’t rely on people who can easily turn on you the moment you try to do something you want. I had the EAW Universe on my side until I wanted to do something that I DREAMED of! Why couldn’t the fans say “Well, Eris is a great competitor. She deserves to be with HBG!” They completely cancelled me out and labeled me as a villain. Now, I do “villainous” acts just to piss people off. And I get a kick out of it, trust me, you should try it sometime. Maybe then you can completely revamp this little persona you got going on. Then maybe I can take your sorry ass seriously in the future, whenever you decide to approach this match on a serious level. Until then, until our much anticipated match, I can’t wait to take your ass off of cloud 9. You’re going to be brought to my level, to the level where having mercy towards another pathetic individual is just an absolute myth.

I stand at the base of the mountain as I look up and notice the King who rightfully calls the peak his throne, and in no way am I referring to Lannister because Lannister is nothing but a sheep in wolf's clothing. Lannister might wear a crown but Jamie O'Hara ...he wears the strap. When I first looked up, I expected to see a hulking, proud figure who was perched on top, overlooking the vast EAW landscape at all the pious competition trying to make their way to the top. I imagined a booming voice that would resonate throughout the clouds as he made his call to arms and declared that I was to be the next victim in the long lineage of opponents that had dared to cross paths. A funny thing happened though, because  I didn't see this figure of valor or bravery, instead I saw a little ant of man who let out a squeak like one lets out someone who squeezes a fart in the middle of a crowded elevator. It started to rain at the bottom of the mountain but these salty tears were nothing more than the incessant dribble coming out of the eyes of Jamie O'Hara as he continued to whine about past accomplishments while feeling the deep terror within himself knowing that his best days are behind him. The little brown streak running down your back marks a trail to King of Elite where you've been running backwards instead of forwards, running away from the very threat of King Lannister possibly taking your title. It's sad how King Lannister seems to have the upper hand in dictating what kind of match is going to place at King of Elite because you didn't even put up a fight. He is going to win 2-0 and there isn't anything that you can really do about it because you keep thinking that you can retain your championship by giving sub-par effort every week. Don't get me wrong, you are very talented but you seem to be imitating my 2015 run by coasting by on your talents instead of putting some goddamn effort into something.  

Cameron  Ella Ava is a hell of a competitor, even if she wants to assume that she knows who I am and what motivated me in the ring. She is the proud Interwire champion, but she is also someone who lost to Dark Demon at Pain For Pride 8. Do you really think that I would let Dark Demon show me up by being defeated or going to a draw with Cameron? Hell no! This was your opportunity to show King Lannister that you were heads and shoulders above everyone else in the division but you failed to put her away, instead you conceded a draw in the middle of the ring and let Lannister get the upper hand. You have your back on the wall now and instead of bringing everything you have, I have to coax you into coming out of your long, deep slumber, Sleeping Ugly. Do you see what is wrong with this picture? You simply aren't the workhorse that is required to be a champion because you only want to put out effort during the biggest of events instead of showing the world that no one can fuck with you on a daily basis. 
 
I don't claim to have the power of a god but I do have the power to beat you much like I have the power to beat Dark Demon. I was so close to tasting victory that Dark Demon had to frantically find a way out and the week leading up to our preparation for our match, I realized I had over psyched myself so much that when we came to words all I could do was simply laugh. This was the vaunted Dark Demon that made everyone so fearful of him? I had put him on such a high pedestal that the real Dark Demon was nothing more than a disappointment, and after eating his elbow and laying there concussed, I was satisfied knowing that I took his best shot and survived.... no.... not only surviving, but I got back up and proceeded to kick his ass all over the ringside area.  

Things are truly different between us, Jamie. I absolutely dreaded the day that I might have to rematch you but after seeing what you are bringing to the table... all I could do was laugh knowing that I had been fearful of absolutely nothing. I can feel the winds of change as they serenade the landscape of Elite, and the rest of the roster is catching up with you... but I'm not going to let anyone else get in front of me. I will be the person who leads the charge as the true Next Generation of talent makes their way to claim stake to the very title that you hold around your waist. I'm no longer going to be that disappointment that ends up tripping at the finish line, because I've dusted myself off too many times, and I've accumulated so many cuts and bruises that my body has adapted to this pain. The Folly of The Mexican Samurai is nothing more than a remnant left behind in the wake of a renewed and rejuvenated mind, body and spirit. I'll be the man who will do more than just defeat you, Jamie O'Hara.  

I'm going to be the man who everyone says pulled the upset of the year. 

I'm going to be the man who puts fear into the heart of Dark Demon. 

I'm going to be the man who finally wins gold this year.

And I'm going to be the man who finally puts his stamp on the heart of EAW!! 

Continue to doubt me and belittle me, because that history book that you brought out is going to be defiled by the permanent marker that makes its way to those delicate pages; rewriting the very future that encapsulates our careers. Think of this match as a trigger point of where things went wrong, the very moment that you regretted not "giving a damn" about my name being across from yours because only the ignorant could think that someone couldn't improve from one match to the next.  

Tick....Tick...Tick....Tick...  

I would get used to that familiar tone as the clock displays itself on the tron during our match, because you are going to truly feel what it means to spend an eternity in the ring with me because I'm willing to fight you for an eternity just to beat you. Those fifteen minutes in the middle of that ring are going to last forever as I pummel you from one ring post to the next and you'll see the clock continue to dwindle down slowly, oh so very s...l...o...w...l...y! There will be no draw this time, because I absolutely will not let that happen. No, I'm going to defeat you in the middle of that ring and make that "Beat The Clock" challenge absolutely nullified. 
 
Summer isn't back, this isn't "Christmas in July", because I don't live in the past. I plan on throwing on my shades and going to the future, Marty. Destination: Kick Jamie O'Hara's teeth down his fucking throat. Hmm... it seems that I have a similar destination with Dark Demon in a couple of weeks as well. I must have one hell of a flux capacitor!  

Here's some veteran advice kid: Get fucked! 

 
Some things never change. But how can we ever question someone who makes a change for the better. Someone like Claudia Michaels can pretend she’s always been this same person. She’s never changed a thing about herself. She’s always been the same rough, gruff and tough bitch that we all know as the Heart Break Gal. Stacked with all her accolades and the accomplishments even since her recent return. Do we pretend that you were never Minerva? Oh shit, maybe we’re supposed to. You mean, you changed yourself at a part of your career? You mean you aren’t always the same way towards everyone. Who cares? I care about the Claudia I know. You’re the one they like to call HBG, and the one that all these girls in the back point towards and list of your accomplishments. Don’t blame anyone for wanting to step up to you and score a win. It’s a two-fold effect. They want to beat you because of what you stand for. It’s a naïveté that exist in EAW for the simple reason that this Vixen’s division adds a few new faces every other week. And when they show up and start looking around, people point at you, they point at Cameron. They even point to Tarah and tell them these are the most successful women on the roster. That’s based on past and it’s based on present, and the statements made are all to drive these girls toward the future they dream of. They look at Eris LeCava, Aria Jaxon, they even look at me, and they let their minds wander further. They know with hard work, anything is possible in EAW. Or at least the believe that. The second reason they want to beat someone like you, is because they learn what you’re like. Honestly, no one can quite compare to Claudia Michaels. Surely you knew I didn’t call you a bitch because I thought you would wilt or tense up. I knew you would own up to it, because that’s who you are. The self-important bit, well, sometimes you say you are and other times you don’t agree with me. Maybe I say that too much. Sort of like your go-to move is just to insult everyone. Even Eris can dish out a compliment. Maybe she isn’t toting the Hexa-gun company line quite like you are. I’m glad she can at least stand on her own in that respect and not be the carbon copy of you some people believe she is. I don’t believe that, but I’m also a lot more familiar with her than the rest are. You always try to insult me in the exact same ways. Your number one is to insult my intelligence. Is that supposed to be your way to get in my head? Because I frankly don’t even care. You can spend all the time you want touting how much smarter you are than your opponents. But it’s not going to be the difference in a win or a loss.
 
Yet as great as you are, miss future Hall of Famer, you’re stuck in a trend that I expect more often from rookies around this place. Yes, please explain to us all how your approach is so perfect. You take this untouchable approach. At least you are willing to add the almost in your description, acknowledging the ever so slight lapse in your bulletproof façade. You are no different than anyone else in this match. We all come in with nothing capable of shaking us. If you’re looking for a match full of opponents who doubt themselves, you’re barking up the wrong tree. I’m full of understanding as to what you believe you are and I know the things you are capable of doing in the ring. But I do know when you are threatened by someone in a match. You have a tell that would ruin even the best poker bluff. The insults increase rapidly, and so do the amount of words you feel you need to say to accomplish it. This is when you puff out your chest and beat on it like Tarzan’s Jane. This is when you try to make everyone believe you are the most powerful, immovable object in the room. Nothing else anyone could possibly do will ever be good enough in your eyes, not unless they’re inside your small circle of friends. If Eris was not the apple of you and Y2Impact’s eye, but just another girl who was plugging along and working her way up the company ladder, you wouldn’t give a shit about her either. But I’m proud of what she’s done and where she’s at. Even if she feels like she has to waste her time and lob up these nonsensical insults of her own. The difference between us is I will go in that ring and bring my garbage style and the piece of tin I hold on my shoulder, and I will have respect for you despite any of this stuff. Because like you said before, it’s not personal.
 
I never meant to show up in EAW and be typecast as a hero, nor a villain turned hero. I just wanted to be me. You’re months past the trend of bringing up the Iconomy as a way to try and get at me. But as intelligent as you say you are, you don’t understand the simplicity of a situation that didn’t work for all parties involved. You can pretend like I have been hiding in the shadows or doing nothing all you want. You can think I’m a piece of shit all your black heart desires, but I can promise you if Eris put her title up against me, one-on-one, I would be the Vixens champion. And I’m not mad about anything you say or the fact that you’re hard to put down. Isn’t that the preference? Who the hell wants the easy way? If you aren’t prepared to take bumps and bruises, if you aren’t willing to bleed to win a match here, why the fuck are you even here? I’m not here to take any special role. I don’t know what everyone thinks about me, and I frankly do not care. I don’t know how many times it has to be said for your genius mind to register it. I can assure you that no matter how this match goes, it won’t end with me moping around and celebrating moral victories. Who do you think I am, Haruna? I’m going into this match to win it, just like you and everyone else. Let me just break right through the walls and put this out there. If it were up to me, the Cailin you see now would have been the one that entered this company in July. But it was made clear to me how things would go. I was to join this faction, and together we were going to take down the main eventers. Such a lofty goal for a group of men who hadn’t achieved much in their careers here. But my inclusion didn’t make sense. It’s not as if they were asking me to fight alongside them. Not like you and Eris do with Hexa-gun. They wanted me to pretend to be a trophy and wear tight dresses and wave to the crowd. Basically, they wanted me to be a higher-class version of you. But I wanted more, and you can never blame anyone for that. You certainly wouldn’t blame yourself if you made a change from that situation. But with all the flaws you embrace that make you “almost” indestructible, the hypocrisy is the where the dent in your armor exist. Strap up Claudia, put on that bulletproof vest and come down to the ring and remind us all that you’ve never changed. Not one bit. See you in the ring Minerva.
 
My dear Eris, have we been upgraded to bitter rivals now? It’s just weird because, I guess I wouldn’t have made that connection considering we haven’t even been in the ring together in months. Are friendship crumbled all on your account, but I know you didn’t really care that much. You were just that cute and crazy chick with an unbelievable rack that couldn’t be more fun to hang around. But when we went our separate ways, you cast me aside all the way. And now you’re exactly where you always belonged. I knew your early obsessions with Claudia were something more than the others. You were getting pegged as crazy and childish because you spoke to an action figure. But there was a brilliance there that flew over far too many heads. You knew exactly what you were doing, and so many people fell for it. They weren’t prepared for what Eris was capable of when she hit the ring. You can give me this, I’ve always understood that and I never misjudged you. Remember when we were both so new, and we scored the main event for our first match against each other? Remember the intensity that week? It started with insults and developed into pure respect. We were going back and forth, hit for hit with a high intensity that wasn’t fueled by any sort of anger. We wanted to compete to see who could be the best. That was pure competition. That was just about as good as it can be. And I know that you know, truly, that had we fought in that electric cage match where you won the Vixens title, if the two of us were put in that same situation now, the match would be incredible. When I won the Specialist title, as you know, it changed things. The system for deciding the next challenger for that is, well, a bit exotic. Sometimes they are going multiple weeks setting up the next contender, all with the knowledge that I will defend it as much as possible. I’d let someone challenge for this title every single week if they allowed it. I sit on those weeks they don’t book me and I’m as anxious as all get out. You and HBG can talk all you want about how you haven’t seen me in action all that often, but you two have an advantage as part of Hexa-gun that the rest of the roster doesn’t get. But if you’d like, I’d be more than happy to fight you one-on-one after your title match with Cloud. You name the place and the match, and I’ll be there.
 
You know what makes you so different from HBG? It’s that you push me to change while she says you never should. Clearly you guys don’t share that opinion. But just like you, I don’t need to go out of my way to insult you to make any points. Tell me the complete leap of faith you want me to take? Tell me the leap you took that makes you so different? I just see two respectful, fierce competitors that will do anything it takes to win. Don’t believe me? Watch my recent matches you’ve ignored. It’s not as if I’m out there fighting plain Jane matches with nothing to them. I beat Haruna in a brutal ladder match to win this title. If I get my way, the next match will be even more so. I’m willing to test my limits, push my boundaries, all with the confidence that I will remain a champion at the end of that match. So your title means more? I get it. The only way we can solve it, though, is to actually get in the ring and fight. You know I don’t get to make those decisions. If they had let me compete in the beat the clock challenge, I promise you I would be facing you for your title. But you think I’m boring? Damn, I’ve been following your lead on how not to be boring all this time. Do you need me to entertain you? I’m not here to provide you with entertainment. I’m here to show up as a true champion, no matter what you think of the Specialist title. With this title I’m prepared to take on anyone, anytime. I defend this title every two weeks. You? You defend it, sometimes, once a month. So go ahead and talk down my title as if it’s meaningless. I don’t care what you did against Maddie to win that title, or what you went through, just like you won’t care about anything I’ve done to get here. But Eris, put your money where your mouth is. You want to prove you’re so much fiercer, let’s go one-on-one. I promise you I won’t let up.
 
Both of you come to Battleground ready to put up or shut up, because no matter what you think about me or Tarah or Cloud, I can promise you we will come prepared and we won’t back down. We’re not going to show up scared of either one of you. I’m coming to win, and I won’t leave disappointed.

DYNASTY  PROMO #3

It would seem that apart from being a joke and a waste of perfectly good wrestling gear, Mark Michaels also appears to be delusional too!  He inferred in his latest bit of verbal diarrhea that there is a difference between seeming to be a badass than actually being one, and he's absolutely right.  But where he faults is his belief that I pretend to be a badass whereas he is one.  I literally laughed out loud when I heard this spectacular piece of ignorance.  You think I pretend at being a badass Mr. Michaels?  Well then let us examine a few facts shall we!  I won the 2013 Cash in the Vault match...FACT!  I beat Jaywalker  that same night to end perhaps the greatest winning streak in EAW history...FACT!  I was World Heavyweight Champion...FACT!  I'm the longest reigning tag team champion in EAW...FACT!  I was Chairman of EAW for over a year, leading this place to its greatest renaissance...FACT!  And I recently buried my greatest rival in broken glass..FACT!  All of these things are not "seemingly" impressive, they are impressive in fact!  And what about you Mark?  What great accomplishments make you such a badass rather than "seeming" to be one?  You beat Angelo Brando?!  He was nothing but a glorified jobber and barely a step above you on the ladder.  Your entire world and everything you care about is nothing but people appearing to be something rather than actually being it!  People on Twitter think having followers makes them popular, people on YouTube think views makes them a movie star, and so on and so on.  So if anyone is trying to make themselves appear a certain way...it's you!  You're so fake I question whether you even exist at all.  Like all media whorls you put out the image you think people want to see of you.  I on the other hand couldn't give fewer shit what anyone thinks of me!  And see the difference between us because of that simple distinction?  You hide behind marketing tricks to hide the fact that you have nothing of importance to say, while people cling to my every word!  You use flashy attire to cover up that you are weak, whereas people fear my presence!  I don't need gimmicks and I don't need a team of writers to come up with my material.  Ask anyone here and they'll tell who they think is the bigger threat and bigger star.  Hell even YOU know who the bigger star is between you and me!  Why else was I the person you picked for your first show guest?  Because you knew I'd get you the ratings you crave so badly!  People may hate me, but they pay to hate me because they know I can give them results.  They pay to see you so then can secretly laugh at you as they watch try to be David Letterman when you should be acting like a wrestler!  That's the saddest part of all really; how much you spit upon this great business we call wrestling.  Sure I did some bad things but everything I did was to improve wrestling, and at my core that is what I am...a wrestler!  You however are an insult to wrestling!  You're an insult to me and anyone else you crawled through that locker room!  Well I'm about to show you what I do to people who insult me and what I love.  And the results will be much more offensive to our viewers than to you!  They're gonna turn away in disgust of what I do to you!  And I will only stop when I hear you admit to me just how much of a joke you are!  I will make you admit the truth to yourself that you are a parody who belongs more in his mommy's basement on a computer than in my ring!  Only there will be nothing mad cap, wacky, or funny about this parody show.

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