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Territorial Invasion Promo #4

"In vacation bible schools all around the world right now children are being taught a very valuable lesson about Proverbs 16:18.  They're learning it to understand the importance of humility, humbleness, and more important; weakness.  Do you know what that lesson is, Rex?  Right in good ol' King James gold leaf, inscribe in black ink, destined to be read by generations before and generations after read the words of truth; 'Pride goeth before destruction, and haughty spirit before the fall.'"

The camera comes into focus on Pizza Boy, sporting his HBB gear draped a long black vestment standing at an alter. His sunglasses perched on the top of his surgery shaven head as he peers over the word.

"In layman, that means arrogance will be your downfall.  But hey, you already know that don't you Rex? You've been here before. You've had these opportunities in the past.  This isn't your first ball game up to the plate.  You've swung at the ball so many times when it would have been just as effective to bunt or take the ball 1.  You've thrown your shoulder trying to prove something to someone, everyone, only to come up after a mighty and confident swing with yet another strike out.  I've never diminished what you've done to get to me.  I've merely stated the fact of the matter that you aren't me, despite all of the parallels and underdog gumption between us.  I don't overachieve.  I don't talk up how good I am.  I come out, I do my job, and it gets the pay that it deserves.  If that means a little tip in the form of a shiny title for my extraordinary services then so be it.  It doesn't consume me like it consumes you.  With Drake, Jones, and Judas it was never about the belt.  It was personal.  And yet, I still walked away with a shiny hunk of tin for my troubles.  Never mind the fact that my friends are gone forever, and that brain surgery is expensive, even on a champ's salary.  I never wanted to be somebody, much less a somebody that other sombodies notice.  If I wanted anything less in my career, it was a target on my back bigger than the one that was already there for being a 'career outsider'"

Pizza Boy lowers his glasses and smiles a somewhat uncharacteristically sinister smile, especially given the holy surroundings.

"What you should know is that you are right to an extent.  I was you.  I was the kid with the bum breaks.  It was the encompassing theme of my career during my rookie year in EAW.  What you should realize though is that I'm not the new kid anymore.  I'm not hoping that you'll underestimate me so I can get an advantage.  I'm not playing possum when it comes to the abilities I put on display every single week inside of that ring.  Even if I wanted to, even if it were still a necessity to my in-ring game, I simply couldn't do it anymore.  People have seen me hang with Jamie O'Hara, Xavier Williams, team with HBB in winning efforts against what's turning out to be two career tag team champions in the Mercenaries.  People know the pizza boy's good now.  Omerta knew when they went up against me. That's why they all attacked me from behind every chance they got.  That's why they tried to relegate me to the simpering lost rookie I once was.  They couldn't handle this, and they were cold blooded killers in that ring.  Even now when given the chance to cross me on the first night of Showdown, Jones thought better of it and went after Lioncross, which isn't a small task within itself.

  In 2016 the EAW Locker Room Punching Bag came off the hook and started hitting back.  The question is whether or not you took his place.  I'd like to believe not, but again, you're a smart guy.  You seem to know eeeeverything, don't'cha? I tell ya, that locker room really loves a smart guy.  I mean, that IS why Kurt's in this match, right? Because you're such a smart guy? Maybe when they write your biography down the road, McAllister, they should consider the title 'Pride Before the Fall'.  I'd gladly write the forward for you.  Maybe then you'd cherish what I'm trying to tell you now."

PB takes off the shades and shrugs off the religious robes.  He starts to unzip his HBB inspired jacket as well and take off his ring boots as he stares into the camera with a concerned look replacing the prior heir of a cocky devil.

   "I'm not a pushover champion, Rex.  I want you and your buddy Kurt to know that.  He's a lost cause, but you? There's so much potential in you.  I mean, I've been at this for less than two years and even I can see it.  Quit being smart and maybe listen to someone whose been to the mountain top when they tell you that you have zero idea of what you're getting yourself into, and if you cleared out the attitude, if you didn't make it seem like everything with you is do or die, maybe just maybe you wont fall so far when you suffer this loss.  Maybe you'll get another shot, a fair shot, that single's match you and I both so desperately want against one another instead of this self-defeating quagmire with Burton that you've constructed.  When you lose that match, and you will lose at Territorial Invasion, I want you to realize that it's not because you need to train more, it's not because you need to fight harder, and it's not because you have the entire world against you.  It's because you keep putting the stumbling blocks down right before you get to the next landmark in your career.   Yeah, you may be a better wrestler than me.  You may have more experience in a chronological sense, but I've beaten better men than you.  Men who believed in me like you, men who respected me.  Some went on to become the top of the company and others fell to the wayside because they made an unconscious decision in their brain that I was where the buck stops.  I'm not even arrogant enough to think that myself, but if you think I'm your ticket to the top then you're as doomed and damned as some of the others.  But if you truly believe the things you say, that this isn't it for you, that this isn't our last match, that you will overcome and go on to do better things in this company then you don't even need me to get you there."

PB reaches under his podium and pulls out a wooden paddle with the words 'Abraham' crudely carved into it.  He plops it down onto the top of his podium and smirks into the camera.

"Speaking of possums, Kurt I haven't forgotten about you little buddy! Just last night I went outside and saw one of those night rats knocking over my neighbor's trash can and chewing on used feminine hygiene napkin.  Reminded me of you.   Mostly because it didn't make many audible noises past hissing, grunts, and the occasional wind breaking.  Where'd the tough guy act go? Where'd the clever verbiage and fun double entendre go? Or how about the flat out entendre about group self-pleasure? No? Out of naughty words already? Tut tut tut.  Did someone's mommy wash 'em's mouth out wit' soap?  C'mon! I miss ya buddy!"

PB pats his paddle like a Sunday school preacher patting the top of the good book for emphasis.

"We miss ya.  See, I was going to make you pick out your own switch, but since you're getting all coy and shy on me, I decided to put you through the trial's of Abraham.  I think there were around 10 or 12, and this thing at least has that many in it before I splinter it over your mangy head."

PB picks up the paddle and starts swinging it like a baseball bat, letting it crack through the air as he takes a few warm up swings with it.

"I made this just for you, and I'm getting really itchy to use it.  So how 'bout you go ahead and drop'em and see how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Burton Pop?  It would save you the trouble and humiliation of getting in the ring with me and being utterly trounced.  And yes,what I'm going to do to you at Territorial Invasion is waaaay more demeaning than what Abraham has planned for your 'binding of Isaac' if you will.  I might even bring out my pizza slicer and cut off that rat's nest you pass off as a beard.  Aw, who'm I kidding? That beard's the one thing you have that I envy you for, and it's going to remain that way, even after Territorial Invasion."

PB takes one last slow mo swing with the paddle.  He visors his eyes with his hand as he watches an invisible ball break the stratosphere.

"Fellas, I'll see you in Canada...which seems to be where that ball is going.  Maybe I'll make it there in time to catch it.  Oooh, and maybe try out that poutine pizza I've heard so much about."

The camera fades out on PB staring off through the stained glass windows as a light shines in on him from the outside.

TERRITORIAL INVASION PROMO #4
 
[A lovely plot of green land stretches out before us, neatly trimmed and lined with lovely trees, giving of a sense of serene comfort.  Along the small walkway is row upon row of ornate, granite headstones.  At the steel gate stands Zack Crash, dressed in all black, as if he were attending a funereal.  He looks solemnly up at the words stretching across the metal archway marking the entrance to this somber place.  It reads…
 
EAW Career Graveyard
 
He walks calmly and silently among the graves, each marked with the name of a person’s whose EAW career is dead.  We see such familiar names as Chris Hessian, Alex Anderson, and Vance Tybull.  Crash even walks by a newly dug grave with the name “Cyclone” written across it.  He continues his pace, picking a few flowers and laying at the graves of a select few.  Then, hands clasped politely behind his back, he speaks in a mournful tone.]
 
Zack Crash:  Wrestling is a very fickle business.  A man can be the hottest thing going one moment, only to fall into obscurity the next.  A virtual unknown can, in a single instance, transform themselves into the greatest thing going in the business.  A Hall Of Famer, can even under certain circumstances, find that honor revoked.  The point is, once we reach the level we set for ourselves, we have to be careful about what we do, what we say, and sometimes most importantly…who we make our enemy.  Because all it takes to turn a bright future or an already successful career, into a wrestling cautionary tale is one mistake.  Sometimes we don’t notice the mistake for what it is when it happens, which is why we must all be careful.  Otherwise our careers might end up here one day.     
 
[Get gestures out toward the rows of those who came to EAW looking for fame, only to become infamous.  Finally Zack comes to a point were a crew of men are digging a new set of graves, each with it’s head stone already in place.  They bear names such as Matt Ryder…Lioncross…Chris Elite…Tyler Parker…and Ryan Marx.]
 
These five men whose names are before me are a variety of Elitists.  Some are veterans with mediocre careers, others legendary.  Others are relatively new, hoping to find the same success and glory enjoyed by others.  But right now, they all share one thing in common…they are about to make the biggest mistakes of their lives.  And it might very well be the mistake that ends their careers.  And what is this mistake you might ask?  Is it standing up against myself and OMERTA?  Is it taking part in a war that was none of their concern?  Is it underestimating my skills and the skills of my team?  While those certainly are contributing factors, you’ll be surprised to hear that these are not the mistakes that will ultimately end their careers here in EAW.  So what is it then you ask?  For one it’s their doubt, the other their stupidity, and one their silence.  In order to really understand what mistakes these individuals have made, we must examine them each individually.
 
[Zack positions himself in front of the tombstone marked Tyler Parker.  He looks down at it for a brief time, shakes his head in clear disappointment.]
 
Tyler Parker…I was going to ignore you after my initial response to you because you’re not important in the workings of this match.  But unfortunately for you, you’ve gone from insignificant to annoying rather quickly.  And like the annoying fly buzzing around your ear, the only opinion is to crush it.
 
[Zack lifts his hand, which is clenched into a firm fist.  He tightens his grip and the muscles in his hand bulges, as if to symbolize the crushing of said annoying fly Tyler Parker.]
 
You know you’ve talked a lot recently about getting revenge for the wrong I did you at Territorial Invasion two years ago.  And the more I hear you talk about it, the more it begs a simple question…why now?  Why only now have you decided to seek vengeance for a crime so old?  I was around and you were around, so certainly an opportunity or two must’ve presented itself.  Or maybe you could’ve come up with some sort of plan to punish me.  Yet instead…you…did…nothing.  For two years you sat quietly, trembling in the corner at the mere sight of my shadow.  Because for years now, it’s been clear that the beating you suffered at my orders put the fear of Crash into you.  You saw the power I wielded, the authority I possessed, and the ruthlessness I would go to silence my enemies.  You saw all this during my reign as Chairman, and you were too busy pissing in your trunks to do a damn thing about it.  But now that you have a team to hide behind, to protect you should things get too hairy, now you suddenly find your courage.  Now you bravely declare your intent to do this and that in the name of a vendetta nobody gives a shit about anymore.  Please!  And people call me a coward?!  And people say I can’t win without any help?!  All this bravado you keep spewing about how you’re gonna do this to me, or do that to me, or make me say this, or make me beg for that, it’s all pointless dribble.  You know why?  Because you ain’t going to do any of it.  When the bell rings in this match, you’re going to tremble in the corner like a little boy and do nothing.  I know this because you haven’t done anything about it before, so why should now be any different?  But you wanna know what is going to happen Tyler?  If by some circumstances of misfortune for you we end up in the ring together, you may in that moment feel a surge of courage; a voice in your head telling you that “you can do this.”  But this is merely your fear taking another form, and courage born out of fear often leads to acts of stupidity, just like when you decided to join Team Ryder.  I’m going to beat the ever-loving shit out of you for yet another time.  And with every punch I hit you with, with every wrestling hold you find yourself trapped in, you’re going to have flashbacks to that time two years.  In that moment, you’ll be too afraid to act, and you’ll start getting sloppy.  That’s when the real fun begins.  I’m going to make you wish that you had simply let this vendetta go.  Because the only thing your revenge scheme is going to get you is another humiliation suffered at my hand.  I’m going to show everyone exactly why your hype is officially over.  Once they see how far superior I am compared to you in the ring, their going to realize that I haven’t even come close to hitting my limit, while you reached yours long, long ago.
 
And when it’s all said and done, the only thing to be buried in those two graves you mentioned will be your career and your broken body.          
 
[His picks up a small handful of dirt and tosses it into Parker’s open grave.  He then takes a few short steps so that now he is standing in front of the one marked Ryan Marx.]
 
Funny how philosophers seem to see the faults in everyone around them, yet fail to see it when it’s most strongly within themselves.  Funny how apparently my teams “incessant talking” is supposedly a cover up for insecurities, when you’re doing just as much as any of us Mr. Marx, especially when it comes to me.  You seem to have more to say about me than anyone else involved in this match.  So then, by your own teachings, does that mean you’re insecure about me?  But that’s neither here nor there.  Lets instead talk about this platform you say was the main factor in why you’re even participating in this match.  It’s actually a motivation I can admire in a young talent such as you.  Unfortunately, you’ve chosen the wrong platform to stand on.  Because it’s about to fall right out from under you.  And all that momentum you think you’re going to get just by being in the same ring as me, it’s actually going to work against.  What’s the saying…one step forward, and two steps back.  But you’re right about one thing Mr. Marx, I wasn’t born for success.  Unlike you I didn’t get things handed to me like spots in a War Games Match.  I didn’t have the entire company doing what it could to protect my image.  I had to fight tooth and nail for it.  I had to struggle against constant doubt and I’m still fighting against to this day.  I’m probably the most discriminated Elitist in this company’s history.  Yet despite all of it, I’ve become one of its brightest stars.  I’m an inspiration to thankless little shits like you, because if it weren’t for some of the things I did, EAW would’ve never taken the chance on a guy like you.  What hardships have you really faced so far?  What challenges have you overcome?  You’re just a rookie, green as shit, so don’t talk to me about talk as if you know anything about me, my career, or what it takes to be a legend here because you don’t know shit.  You also don’t know shit about rebelling, otherwise you would’ve have asked such a moronic question.  You asked if I held people back why wouldn’t they rebel against me like I did against DDD.  The answer is some of them would rebel of course.  You’re right to bring up that point.  The only problem with that is it wouldn’t be successful.  You see since I rebelled once before, I know how the rebel mindset thinks.  I know what moves they’re most likely to make, what recruiting process their likely to employ, and I know the counter for every single one of them.  Haven’t you noticed that even though I’m no longer Chairman, I still wield more power than any individual Elitist on the roster?  That’s because I saw this eventuality and planned for, which is what OMERTA is.  It’s my Plan B, and from all available evidence, Plan B is running smoothly.  But I don’t do this to kill EAW’s future.  I do it to protect the future.  You’re new so you don’t really know what it was like just a few short years ago.  Back then it was a lot harder for newer guys like you to break through into the spotlight because it was dominated by guys like Jaywalker, Y2Impact, Mr. DEDEDE, Dark Demon, and a bunch of others hogging the spotlight for themselves.  I saw this corruption and sought to end it, and that’s exactly what I did.  Now look at the people leading EAW into tomorrow.  Aren Mstislav, Pizza Boy, Nathan Fiora, Lucian Black, TLA.  While none of these men may be members of my family or ones I directly taught, they are all enjoy the fruits of my labors.  All the success they enjoy, and all the success you MIGHT enjoy are because of the sacrifices I made, so if I were you I’d get down on your philosophically pretentious knees and thank me.  Just like how countless others have thanked me.  See that’s were YOU have failed Mr. Marx.  You fail to truly grasp the vastness of my influence.  My family isn’t just composed of the men and women you see.  Some of my OMERTA members have yet to even make themselves known, which is exactly how I want it.  And as long as there is a single person devoted to me and the future I stand for, I will never lose power.  They will fight more, bleed for me, and die for me if it should be required of them.  Look at the sacrifices JJ Silva suffered for this family.  That right there is the strength of the loyalty, of the bond, of the trust this family has in one another…in me.  And it’s that faith you’ll be facing off against this Saturday.  And all the philosophy in the world can’t save you from that.
 
[Zack picks up yet another small handful of dirt and tosses it into this grave as well.  He walks to the next grave, which belongs to Lioncross.  He looks down at it for a moment, shakes his head, then moves on without saying anything.  The next grave he arrives at is that of Chris Elite.]
 
Ahh Mr. Elite, I see you’ve finally disgraced us with your presence.  Finally decided to break the silence did you?  For a man who likes to talk as much as you I’m surprised it took you this long to come up with anything meaningful to say.  “Meaningful” being a term I use in its very loosest sense.  But I digress.  You seem to be suffering under this delusion that you’re somehow the downfall of OMERTA.  Now I’ll admit to probably having underestimated you, but then you failed to fully capitalize on that mistake of mine.  And the thing about me and mistakes, I never make the same mistake twice.  You had your moment when I might have been even a tiny bit vulnerable, and you squandered it.  But again…I digress.  Let me bring you back down to reality Chris.  Yes you and Ryder beat me and JJ in a tag match, but you clearly remember what happened afterwards.  So with that in hand, which team do you think looked stronger at the end of the night.  You had a victory against OMERTA…and you squandered it.  Oh sure you can brag you beat JJ at Dia Del Diablo, but does that really make you a conqueror or does it just make you lucky.  We haven’t met since then, and you’ve been smart enough to stay away from OMERTA until now.  Sounds to me like you were to afraid of suffering another beating and losing what little momentum you gained by confronting.  But…I digress.  The simple fact is you’re not the hero you play yourself out to be.  For example, where were you when Matty was getting his faced burnt off at Dia Del Diablo?  Oh you can make excuses about focusing on your championship match, but I don’t believe that.  Maybe you were just too much of a chicken shit to stand up for your friend when he needed you most.  Or perhaps you were trying to focus on your match, in which case you’re a selfish asshole who is/was willing abandon this cause you pretend care about so much, when you had the potential for material gain and glory.  Yet digress I must do again.  Point is this power of OMERTA you believe isn’t there is very much surrounding all of EAW.  Just because you don’t see it doesn’t mean it isn’t there.  Do you not believe in the sun because it goes away at night?  Or do you maybe think the wind is just magically fairy kisses?  You’re not really that naïve are you?!  We secretly have our hand in every aspect of this company, from booking decisions to sale of merchandise.   
 
[Zack then comes to the final, and most ornately decorated headstone.  It is clear much more time and effort was placed into its creation than the others.  And as you’ve probably come to expect on it is emblazoned the name…Matt Ryder.]
 
Oh Matty, Matty, Matty, my dear, dear burnt friend.  You know we wouldn’t have to be “broken records” if you actually gave us something new to work with.  Let me see…
 
OMERTA is a bunch of losers with no power.
You can’t win without help.
You lost chairmanship.
Blah blah, some vanilla bullshit, blah.
 
Seriously how long do we have to listen to these tired old counters?!  Over the course of several weeks you’ve essentially said the same thing over and over again, just rearranging the words here or there.  And when we respond with usual logic that rips your argument to shreds, you just repeat yourself, thinking that maybe if you reword things it’ll sound more compelling or different.  Or maybe you’re like a child whose just too stubborn to concede an argument.  If you wanna lecture us about new material, maybe you should start with your own.  But that’s not important.  What’s important is how the greater world is watching and interpreting this match as of right now.  You talk about people’s predictions and how those are just guesses at this point, which I found curious.  Why bring up such a point?  Who the people think will or will not win isn’t relevant to you or me.  Or maybe it is.  Maybe you’re finally starting to hear the doubts that even the fans have for you.  Maybe you’re finally realizing which of us the people take more seriously.  And why would that be?  You talk about guesses and predictions, but these things are based on facts, and the facts (not to be the “broken record” again) are that I’ve dominated you ever since this feud started.  Even when you win, I come out looking like the better man.  It’s finally getting under your skin because you always knew it to be true, it just took you hearing it so many times to finally admit it to yourself.  Which is good because admitting you got a problem is the first step to recovery.  But you wanna know who hasn’t been unnerved by the insults of the opposing team…me.  I know everyone against me is trying to promote their propaganda that OMERTA is on the downside, that we’re losing ground, and whatnot.  This brings to mind an old saying…believe half of what you see and nothing that you hear.  Simply put it’s that seeing is much more credible than hearing.  People saw me burn you at Dia Del, they didn’t just hear about it.  They saw me and Terry beat you and Lioncross, they didn’t just hear about it.  They saw me beat you up when I handed you your job back and after our tag match, they didn’t just hear about it.  Seeing is believing Matty, and when the people see so much domination it’s hard to swallow the bullshit that OMERTA isn’t doing so good.  So what other nonsense have you been spewing lately?  You keep throwing my faults and failures sat me, as if these alone are the single deciding factor that makes everything you say true.  Yes I lost my chairmanship, but yet I regained by position of power with the aid of my family in OMERTA.  But the bigger point to be made is that at least, unlike you, I had the position to lose.  That’s like the poor kid making fun of the rich kid because he doesn’t live in a mansion anymore.  Really?!  How does that make any sense?!  What you fail to realize is that despite all these setbacks you mention, I still remain in power and control.  I’m no longer chairman, yet I still have power.  Mr. Silva was kidnapped, yet now his back in the arms of his family while Murrow hides like a little bitch.  That’s where my true strength is Matty.  People may get the better of me now and then; they may get the upper hand, but I ALWAYS bounce back, bigger and better than before.  I’m bulletproof…I’m unbeatable…I’m immortal!  Notice how compared to other Elitists here, I’ve never vanished from the roster due to injury or personal issues.  How many others can say that, certainly not you.  It’s because I’m more dedicated to EAW that anyone else; I love EAW more than anyone else.  But more importantly, it’s because I cannot be stopped by anyone!  Least of all by some frat head, burnt faced, never-was!  You’ll never be able to compare yourself to me Matty, and that just kills you doesn’t it.  Like you said, you’re not doing this for any injustices I’ve committed.  No you want that one glorious moment so you can say your entire career wasn’t a waste.  Even if it isn’t a championship, even it it’s a humiliating defeat, you just want that one moment to cling to.  Which is why you continuously prolong this drawn out, yet surprisingly epic feud between us.  Well like to old cliché says…be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it.  You’re about to get that moment Matty, only I promise it isn’t going to be as pretty and wonderful as you might expect.  In fact, it’s going to be downright ugly.      
 
[He then brushes of his hands, and turns to directly face the camera.]
 
What you see behind me is the fate that awaits these men because of the mistakes they made in the moments leading up to this match.  The mistake of letting your fear consume you until it forces you to make horribly bad decisions; the mistake of hubris, letting your intelligence blind you to the simple truth right in front of you; the mistake of believing yourself to be a hero; the mistake of continued silence.  Or the mistake of .  All of you don’t understand that you’re just tiny little pieces in a much grander game.  All your philosophy, all your revenge, it doesn’t mean anything because you don’t mean anything.  All this and more will soon lead to the downfall of not just these two men, but an entire team.  My team is more highly motivated, and you can hear that whenever one of them speaks.  My team is better skilled.  And I have all the power of OMERTA behind me.  It doesn’t matter how many times you people try to deny our influence, it will always be there.  Just because you say the Earth is flat, or that the sky is green doesn’t make it true.  And denying the power OMERTA wields doesn’t make it a reality.  And the consequences for denying reality are behind me right now.  But worry not, for soon you won’t be able to deny reality any longer.  After this match, nobody will ever suggest that OMERTA isn’t the most powerful force to ever exist in EAW.  And once that reality sinks in, I will be able to begin paving my way to ultimate power in earnest.  Won’t that be wonderful for all of you?  You’ll have your own bit of immortality, as it will be your blood and bones that will become the foundation of the great OMERTA Empire.   
 
In OMERTA We Trust.
 

[Fade to black.]

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

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

Predictions:

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

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

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

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

 
All we can do from this position right here is kick and scream and argue back and forth over who wants this more. Well, we’re not really those types of girls. Not running in and pulling hair or trying to start some behind the scenes rumor to destroy the other one. No, we air our grievances straight to each other’s faces. That’s just how we roll. You can load up your gun and I’ll load mine for this dual, but in the end we throw down our weapons and we just too hands until someone can’t stand anymore. That’s always been the way the two of us do our business. We both give our all, we both work hard. We’re not the same, not really. There’s a number of intricate details between us that make us different. But when it comes down to fighting in that ring, we bring similar energies. We bring a certain level of determination that is pretty close to one another. It’s just that I’ve always felt mine is higher. And that’s where we draw the line on where we disagree back and forth. It’s nothing strange, and it doesn’t have anything to do with us hating each other. It’s just more proof that we have some of the same goals. Namely, to be the best wrestler in the world. And I understand it, Aria, you want it all. Just imagine you standing there as two-time defending Empress of Elite, and the Young Lions Cup holder. I’m sure they’d have you pose with all your trophies at once and put a giant, cheesy picture of you up on EAW.com. I got the headline for you. New year, same queen. Except that’s not the reality I envision. I’m seeing something more like… All hail the new queen. I understand  your intentions of keeping this crown and what it means to you to keep your spot as Empress. Come on, you know I understand this as well as anyone. I’m not the first Specialist’s champion, but I’m the best that belt has ever had to offer. I’m going to put myself ahead of Kendra and Tarah in that breath when it comes to that belt. I turned that belt from a laughing stock into a prize that now makes Kendra Shamez feel like she’s won something to be proud of. Listen to her belt out and brag about that right now. That’s what it feels like to know you made something that you no longer have in your possession. And that’s how you’ll feel come the end of this week. The Empress of Elite crown was once your jumping off spot. That’s where you changed everything and announced yourself as a legitimate threat and not just a face in the crowd. This year’s tournament has been even bigger than last year’s and we still have several more matches to go. It’s better because the girls that raised this tournament on their shoulders are better than they were a year ago. They are better right now than they have been at any point in their careers here. They continue to get better and smarter and stronger. You have no reason to believe you can’t strive your way to the top and do this all over again. Except last year you didn’t have to be in a group with me. And maybe I didn’t win last year and I didn’t perform as well as you did. But I’m far and away different than I was then. That sparked hunger in me, yes, but this sparked a newer, even more increased hunger in me. This Empress crown won’t be your tool to use this year. It won’t be yours to keep. It will be my prize to cherish and my opportunity to go forward. You might always be synonymous with that crown, but don’t be surprised if I re-write it’s history book. That’s kind of what I do.
 
What you dealt with last week is entirely different than what you deal with in this match. Haruna is desperate because he often doesn’t have what she needs to win a match on her own. That’s not how I feel about this. I think you probably see me as a little desperate because I’m fighting for this chance like it’s my last. I fight every time like it’s my last. I’ve never taken anything for granted. Not a title match, not a regular match, and not this opportunity that lies before me. That’s part of adapting to the environment around me. Haruna is basically a member of that old guard you talk about. She’s been around long enough that the old ways of doing things are still ingrained and woven into the fabric of who she is. She evolved into what she is now, heading down a wrong path that was set for her by women that ran the show before the rest of us were here. You can see now how she struggles to turn the other direction and rewrite her story. She’s tried everything, and still she struggles. This place has changed so much in a year, and most of it is thanks to about four or five Vixens who showed up and changed the rules. We’re the reason women like HBG, Kendra and Cameron wanted back in. We’re making things so interesting that they felt the need to come back down here and see if they could run the show. So far, they’ve done what they’ve wanted. But everything comes in waves. There time comes and it goes. And the cream always rises to the top. The best always power their way to the spot they rightfully deserve in the end. And that’s exactly what the future will entail. I understand the excitement that builds in your bones over this match. This is different. You think you’ve heard this all before… but you haven’t heard it from me. That’s where it becomes different. That’s where it becomes more serious. And you can’t deny that. The truth is there hasn’t been a moment this week where I thought about regret for anything I’d say or do this week. Because that regret is for the weak. There’s no guilt here. I know what this crown means to you, but I still don’t have a problem being the one that takes it off your head. If anything, be proud to know the next Empress is someone you have respect for. Be proud to know it’s going into safe hands.
 
What I’ve heard from you this week all has a similar tone and pattern. You expect this match to be tough. You have the utmost respect for my abilities and you know think this match could be as challenging as anything you’ve experienced yet. You know me, you’ve watched me closely. And yet you lump me in the same category as so many others who stood tall to you only to be knocked down like peasants. If you know me, you know I’m not them. You’re at least right in expecting this match to be as challenging as anything you’ve experienced in awhile. If Haruna put you through the ringer last week, you’re about to go through something completely different this time. I’m honest enough to say this match is not me vs. Sheridan. And this is not me vs. Veena this week. Every match is different in its own way. We won’t be swinging foreign objects around like we have before. We won’t be trying to take down evil empires and we won’t be able to reach over and touch the fingers of the other one when things get too touch. We’re waging war on each other. And where the soldiers would yell insults at each other, we’re the generals that come in and focus on strategy. There is the mutual respect and understanding that the one with the best moves at the right time is the one that comes out of this battle with the win in hand. But there’s never been anything that’s changed my confidence about this match. Respect you? Yes. Love you? Absolutely. Anything that makes me think I don’t come out of this match with two or three points and my hand raised high? Not one single thing. I know you are an amazing, talented person. You are a resilient and tough fighter. You are as challenging as it comes in not just EAW, but the world. You have a list of accomplishments that dwarfs mine. Yet when we’ve met in matches I have often been the one to come on top. You want history to repeat itself so badly in that ring. And I promise you, it will. I’ll win again. You know I don’t say that as a meager attempt at a put down. That’s just me saying how I feel. In so many ways it feels like we were destined to fight again. Maybe the only thing that kept us apart from it was Stephanie. We put that behind us. The best should have more chances to fight. And while we have before, this is different than anything we’ve done before. This is one-on-one. And I might have been a Specialist’s champ and been an ace at winning matches with gimmicks. But here’s the biggest secret of them all that came with that belt. Winning one-on-one matches is my specialty.

Maybe you’re right. Maybe so many people have tried and failed against me because they messed up before we ever got in the ring. They allowed me to dictate the mental pace, therefore I took absolute control of the physical pace in the ring. I would never expect you to make the mistakes of a weaker foe. I wouldn’t want you too. I’m not scared of this match with you. I’m not desperate for a win, nor scared of a loss. But I believe with that dust you talked about does settle and the official has to raise a hand, it will be mine. I know you believe you won’t be denied this win against me. There’s a feeling of unfinished business for you. It almost feels like the finality of a longtime rivalry. But this is only the beginning for us. That’s the truth. This match is a big one, but we have more to come in the future. Maybe it’s together, and maybe it’s on the opposite ends of enemy lines. Something has to be decided for now, and I expect nothing will change. There’s been much evolution from both of us, but nothing will change what I think happens in the end. Just like nothing will change what you think happens in the end. You have so much you want to show the world. So much you want to show me. Believe me, I have plenty to show you in return. While you’ve had a front-row seat for so much of my development, what’s occurred behind the scenes over the past few months is what you couldn’t possibly be prepared for. Those three matches so far, I’ve barely had to break a sweat in them. This is the kind of match I’ve been waiting for. You know I like to be pushed to the brink, and you know how adept I am to coming back from that edge and somehow, someway ending up with a win. We both want this match so bad. I can feel it coming out of you in every word you say. You can feel it coming out of me with everything I do. Someone has to win this match, because we’re too damn hungry to settle for anything but a real decision. May the best woman win on Thursday, my dear Aria. But I think when the poisonous vixen from Texas sinks her fangs into this match, she’ll have everything she needs to score her victory and score her points. The best woman will win, and the best woman in this match will be me. Mwah.

Like: You're a genuine good guy who doesn't seem to have a mean bone in his body.

Dislike: I'm only going to say this...#4.  You know what I'm talkin' about, I know what I'm talkin' about, and that's all that matters.

Confess: Being #4 really doesn't bother me lol.

 
 
While I admire everything you try to do, it just falls flat with me. It just all sounds the same. I’m sorry, but just because I train hard doesn’t mean I’m following everything you want to do in this division. And I’m also sorry to tell you that I don’t believe anyone will ever get in line to follow your ways. You shouldn’t be wasting your time trying to get everyone falling in order to what you want to see. You used to accuse me of trying to save this division, now you’re trying to do something not much different. You want to bring the best matches possible and you want everyone to fight in the way you do. If you were really as great as you claim to be, why haven’t you just cashed in and become the champion so you can start the era of German Efficiency now? If it’s so efficient, then why does it need to be delayed for the perfect moment. And I guess the real question is what are you waiting for? They’re all hypothetical that you don’t need to answer and I doubt you’d bother answering anyways. You say you shine in every department and that you have no equal, but this isn’t remotely true. You win matches and you lose matches. You just happen to have a prize you won once that could potential be your key to becoming a champion. Other than that, you’ve only once actually been put in the position to be a champion. Universally overlooked, right? But it makes you universally similar to so many other Vixens in this company. That doesn’t make you unique at all. The truth behind that word, unique, is that so many of us want to believe that what we do and say makes us stand out in the crowd. But so many of us routinely fall on our faces because no one else sees us as unique, but us. No one sees Sheridan Müeller as charming except for Sheridan. And last time I checked, we don’t dictate the personality traits that others see in us. Your evolution has put you in with a more narrow crowd near the top of the Vixens Division, but the two of us have only been able to peak out of that crowd and take what we want on a few occasions. There’s literally nothing efficient about that. We have routinely failed to reach that level. It might not be about the past, but part of ignoring that is what you claim makes German Efficiency so great. Growing from it and learning from it is what can make you more efficient. But there’s nothing efficient in the mistakes we’ve made that led us to this point. I’m going to go ahead and go against the grain and embrace past here. It’s made me who I am now. The successes and the failures have forced me to work hard, to stop and reexamine things and to take any step necessary to better myself. There are Vixens in this company who tell their opponents they are better than them. There are ones who challenge the authority. There are ones who just want to have fun and be weird and silly with the hopes that it makes them standout. The truth is there are very few things that any of us can say or do that will make us unique. Maybe just a few words here and there that makes an eyebrow perk up and gain us that little bit of extra attention. We have to take it on ourselves to do the best we can do here and in that ring and hope that we’ve done enough to take care of things when the time comes. I have always carried with me a certain confidence. Sometimes it has been overconfidence and it has costly me. I’m hardly the first and won’t be the last person to claim this. When you break down German Efficiency at its core, it comes down to doing things a certain way. It comes down to being a wrestler more than an entertainer. You weren’t the first to do that. Hell, I was challenging authority in my second month in this company and I wasn’t the first to do it. That’s where the past catches up to us whether we want it to or not. I try to focus on now, knowing that book is being written in the background and people will always be scrutinizing my every move. They will always be looking to my past to try and dictate my future. I focus on now to try and play a hand in controlling the destiny that’s ahead of me. That’s literally all I can do. I can work as hard as I possibly can, and I can relentlessly study my opponents from sun up to sun down and all the moments in between. I can go in there to fight like my life depends on it and I can make my opponent struggle to put me out as I just won’t die like they want me to. Maybe I’m not as talented as you. Maybe you have all the god-given talent and skill that I’ve had to work for. So this match should be easy for you then, shouldn’t it? No, the matches here never work that way. Not when you have someone who has put in the amount of work I have. Not when you have someone who works hard while be talented like you. Somehow, it always works out that those matches go down as the best kinds of battles we can even imagine. I believe in my heart that I will get into the ring with you and I will win. You are just flat out telling me it won’t happen. Your entire goal this week is to elevate this match to another level and then beat me like it’s nothing. You just pulled it off with Aria, right? An amazing match, but at the end it was you who held the winning hand. For whatever reason we’ve traded a few poker references this week. I already told you I’m going all-in. And maybe I have pocket aces or the start of a flush sitting in my hand, or maybe I have a two and a seven offsuit and I’m just going in like an adrenaline junkie fueled by playing it on the edge. You won’t know exactly which cards I’ve got until Friday night. But you can know that while you wrestle efficiently and you keep coming at me like some sort of automated machine, I have the skill set to change this match in the snap of a finger. The illusion that everything is going your way is a dangerous one. So while you keep coming at me with message after message about how you’re unscathed by my words and nothing is bothering you. When you keep saying that I’m failing… you’re only fueling everything I need to swing this match back in my favor. I’m not getting angry, I’m just continuing to turn up to the next level. That’s what you want, right? You want me coming out there and fighting at a high level so you can prove that German Efficiency is the reason why wrestling matches in the Vixens Division are getting so much better. What fuels me is knowing the look I’ll see on your face when the final bell rings and it wasn’t you who won. All this effort. You upped your game because the opponent was more interesting to you. It’s like you wanted to wake up a beast and see if you can create a battle of monsters. I’m no beast or monster, I’m just a mortal woman that comes to every event with the same purpose in mind. I come to survive and I come to slay the beasts that try and taunt me with their power and skill. I’ve never needed to be the strongest. And I’ve never needed tricks. You have mentioned my reign as Specialist’s champion with a mocking tone. But our match had no gimmick. Most of the matches had no gimmick. I evolved that title away from that. You should be proud that I did us all a favor and turned that into something that wasn’t a gimmick. It didn’t make the division worse. It made it better. Whether you like it or not, you were a part of it. But actually, not a big part. Just a part.
 
Boasting about taking out Madison Kaline is something. I mean, she came back and she’s getting as much attention as any of us are. We’re in the toughest group, easily, and we’re still not getting as much attention. So… you sure did something there. Somehow her decision to leave helped her. Notice she showed back up and people instantly believed she was the top contender to win this tournament. I wouldn’t say you exactly crippled her. And bragging about taking out three girls who couldn’t wrestle there way out of paper sacks… ok. Sounds like the epitome of efficiency to me. I’m happy for you that you take such pride in these things. You know its neat that you take such pride in your heritage, too. I come from a working family. They worked to come to America when their lives were threatened and they worked for a living. Maybe that’s why I was born to work my ass off and earn every last thing I was given. Maybe that’s why I love spending my life fighting for everything. I’ve never wanted to do anything other than wrestle, and I was told time after time along the way to this point that I would never make it. Go to college and get a degree, they said. Go back home and help your dad on the farm, they said. But I was bound and determined to keep reaching. As talented as you claim to be, there’s no damn reason why you should be here. Have that contract just handed to you. I had to bleed and sweat and break bones on the independent circuits before I was noticed. I just kept moving to bigger and better places and at each stop they tried to make me feel like I could go no higher. But here I am in EAW right now. I’ve held a championship before. I get to fight legends and Hall of Famers and pure talented people like you. Why would I ever take that for granted when I had to work so hard to get here. You know I’m not keen to just settle. Getting here was only a part of a battle. Now I have to stay here. And this business is eat or get eaten. That’s why a shark like you has removed the minnows from the pond. But I will never let myself drop down to that level. And I will never turn away and back down from a challenge just because someone like you tells me I don’t have a chance. What kind of shit would that be? To just turn and walk away with my shoulders hunched down, when I know damn well I can go into a match with you and equal you move for move until one of us makes the right combination in the closing seconds. I have no reason to think that I can’t beat you. No reason to think that I won’t. I’m not scared of hearing the same words over and over. I have no fears about what German Efficiency can bring into a ring. That’s why I don’t go around circles dancing to a point with you. I come right at you. We’re face-to-face, let’s go forehead-to-forehead and start trading blows. Let’s see who can really outlast the other in a slugfest. I can’t wait to hear what you have to say when I knock you on your ass. Bigger, better, more talented, it won’t mean a damn thing in the final outcome of this match. It never has in matches like me. You’re not dumb. You already know this to be true.
 
I’m not here trying to change what you think of yourself. The world knows what you think of yourself. You tell us every single time you can. And I would never say you’re unbeatable. I know that is far from the truth. But there seems to be a little extra hitch in your giddyup with this match. So it feels like you are playing roadblock, no matter what you say. Because you don’t care about this. It seems like you think this tournament is a waste of time. Just like it would be a waste of time for me to nitpick at you every time you obsessively use the word superior, right? I don’t need to whine about your lifestyle, but I hear you whining about people whining about your lifestyle. There’s nothing new about hearing that from you. Just like there’s nothing unique about someone calling me a stupid bimbo. My god, your superior putdowns are making me melt where I stand. You just want things to be both ways. You want to stand over your opponents and tell them you are better in every single way and that you will win, and then you want to say “oh, but I’m not taking you lightly.” Let’s be clear on this, I could give two shits about what you and Aria did last week, so stop bringing it up. Last week was then, and this is now. I’m not Aria. You’re facing Cailin. I don’t think beating you is impossible. Not one bit. We’ve both dropped our fair share of matches over the last month. I wish I knew how the best wrestler in the world loses so often. I wish I knew she lost to Veena Adams. I don’t think you’re unbeatable. But when someone drones on about how they are the best in so many different areas, it’s hard to now see them trying to paint themselves in that way. Regardless of all of that I’m as excited for this match as you are. I feel like we are the best wrestlers in the tournament. Thank you for reminding me of your combatives background once again. I think we all know it by now. And yes, we all know that you have trained harder than each and every one of us. You’re better than all of us. We all get it by now! Oh, but you aren’t unbeatable. We must not forget this. I have no problem dealing with the most efficient woman in this company and putting her on her superior ass for all of Dynasty to see. This match won’t to a draw. You misinterpret all of your opponents far more than you accuse them of doing with you. Maybe that’s just you still trying to grasp the English language. Or maybe that’s just another bit of the Sheridan is better than you propaganda. It makes no difference. I hear this isn’t a game, but I hear I’m about to play ball with German Efficiency. Mock it all you want. My hunger is what’s driving me forward. My determination is higher than yours, no matter what you say to the contrary. You want facts. That’s a fact. I want this more than you. I’m not mocking this tournament. I’m hear to win it. I’m here to use this tournament and get better. And I’m here to use this tournament as my path to the Vixens Championship. Maybe you prefer your Vixens Cup because you can cash in with the chance to win at anytime. I’m just fine taking the sure thing of getting the title match in the first place. I will efficiently beat you, just for you. And then I will leave you behind me as I move on to the next step. You peacing out already? Because I was just getting started this week. Don’t pull your punches now, Sheridan, it isn’t’ Friday yet. At Dynasty I beat you and get one step closer to the Empress of Elite semi-finals. You talk about politics a lot. The politics can’t stop me if I win my way to that spot. And after I do win this tournament and I do win the Vixens Championship, I invite your superior ass to cash that cup opportunity in on me. I’ll be waiting. Until then, beating you on Friday will be enough for me.

High School Football
QB #4 :Heh:
Scrambler/Gun-Slinger
Option Offense

(The skies are dark and the road is silent, yet off in the distance, the brief murmur, the sound of the busy city off in the distance.  The silent street surrounded by brick buildings. The 1920’s feel to the buildings and street lights made it seem as though we were taken back in time. But that was not the case, as a sound begins to be heard around the corner. It was only a brief moment until Rattik came around the corner, almost skipping while playing the flute terribly, but playing it none the less. Etched into the metal was the word pOkeFlUte. He seemed slightly excited as he continued to skip, his boots splashing onto the wet concrete road as he balances along the yellow line in the middle of the road. He walks along the line laughing, the laugh was high pitched and more of a shrill. He stops and turns and begins to speak.)
 
The future depends on what you do today. Not what you think you will do in a minute, not what you think you do in a hour, nor what you think you will do in a day. Your future is defined by your actions, not by your words. You can say that you WILL be the best all you want AJ. You can say that this Sunday you WILL be victorious, but you cannot say you WILL predict the future because that is something you cannot do. Rattik knows how much you want to prove yourself, he knows how much you want to become what everyone thinks you have the potential to become.  But it won’t happen, not because you don’t have the skill, but because you don’ have what it takes to beat a man that was born in blood, born in pain, born in the inevitable betrayal of an ally. Mr. Payne died that night. The night that his friend split his skull, and it was from the blood that Rattik was born. Born with the thirst of blood, the craving of destruction, and the drive to remembered as the forgotten. To be remembered as the man forced you into obscurity, forced you into the inevitable whole where you will be forgotten. My friend you aren’t the first, and will not be the last.
 
(He shrieks once more, his laugh echoing through the streets and neighboring residences as he skips down the road, then leaping straight into a puddle that resides in the center of the street.)
 
You can make all of the jokes about it you want, you can make more and more Pokémon references and jokes, but that won’t stop the fact at Showdown Rattik will rip every single limb off of your torso. You have continuously referenced a children’s game, hoping that you can make this fiction story to your reality. If you want to play a game we can, if you want to play a children’s game we can. This Sunday we will play Operations, and you will be Rattik’s buzzer. But in this game the louder the buzzer the closer you are to winning. Every game has a good twist, and in this one it is that you won’t make it to the end. He will bring to the depths of your fear. He will make you come face to face with yourself, face to face with your comfortably, and he will show you why everyone is scared of the dark, scared of the unknown, scared of the boogieman.
 
(He wiggles his fingers at the mention of the boogieman. Spinning in the circle with a small giggle and a smirk on his face.)
 

Because you are not just in the ring with a monster, you are in the ring with a calculated demon, a man who would love to bust up that pretty face of yours. Would love to drain every ounce of blood out of your body and use it to redecorate the arena in the Dominican Republic. You are correct the DR is the place to be, because come Sunday…Rattik will give every single one of your fans a souvenir. The youngest kid with your t-shirt on will get your finger. The hottest chick in the front row will get your leg, the rest I will keep, I will keep you as a souvenir just like I have to every victim in and out of the ring before you. You are nothing more than a poor excuse for hope, hope for men like Ashten Cross, who has wrongfully and mercilessly given you hope that your life will actually become something more than irrelevant. Your grandmother and Mr. Cross are about to be very disappointed. You have chosen to play a game with the game maker, you have entered a world that is different than the one of which you lost to Ryan Marx, in this one I make the rules. I make the decisions and I show why you should have never entered Rattik’s world, a WORLD WHERE VIOLENCE IS NORMAL, AND CRAZY IS INEVITABLE. 

Maero opened the door to the training room in The Sanatorium where Stephanie was training.

“Come on. Time to head out.” Maero prompted with a smirk.

Stephanie nodded, unwrapping her hands. She was exhausted from training and could use a chance to unwind. She was curious to see what the Sanatorium’s night job was like. Maero led her outside and to a small van where Oz was waiting. He opened the passenger door and gestured for her to get in.

“I think we’ll have some fun.” Maero said walking over to the driver's seat.

Steph walked into the car, deep in thought. While she was concerned about the nature of The Sanatorium’s activities she felt they were capable of doing some good for those who needed their help.

“Where are we going?” Steph asked.

Oz tossed a red envelope into Steph’s lap.

“We’re going to turn someone into Batman!” Oz said excitedly.

“No, we’re liberating a child from an abusive life and ask them to join our family. Nobodies becoming Batman.” Maero said trying to hide a grin. Oz mumbled something about how he wanted to see Batman before he began looking out the window of the vehicle in silence.

Steph tried not to laugh as they drove through a quiet suburban neighborhood, like something out of a CW show. She found Oz and Maero to be entertaining.

“Do we know much about the kid?” Stephanie asked, opening the letter to answer her own question.

The letter was written by a young boy, who felt he made a mistake coming out of the closet to his mother and stepfather. He described his mother as seeing him as a disgrace and wanting to start a new family with her new husband and newborn, Gary, the name of the young man, faced verbal and physical abuse on a daily basis and was accused of being weak due to his biological father, a man he has yet to meet.

Steph sighed as she closed the letter. “This is pretty heavy stuff.” she said.

“That’s why we’re going to help. We’re going to tear a few leafs off their family tree and add a few to ours.” Maero responded.

“We’re gonna kill people if you didn’t catch that.” Oz interjected in a deadpan tone.

“Yeah no, I think she got it. You just ruined the effect.” Maero sighed. “Anyway, the plan is to make these bastards pay for what they’ve done to their children and get Gary and the baby out of there. Not exactly rocket science.”

Cloud grew quiet for a minute. She never took the life of anyone before, nor felt any justification for it. Her feud with the other Vixens was one thing...but this...with civilians was another thing entirely. She decided to keep her mouth shut for the time being until the time was right and waited for Maero to arrive at the house.

The house itself sat on a corner of a house on a dead end road. It was small, and not so well kept. A chill crept up Steph’s spine but she dismissed it quickly.

“Is this the place?” Stephanie asked, looking out the window.

“It is. Are you ready?” Maero replied.

“Yes sir!” Said Oz.

“Not you. Are you ready, Stephanie?” Maero asked.

Steph nodded slightly, walking next to Maero. “Let’s see if we can get these kids out without any need for strong violence first. Maybe a broken bone or two...but I don’t know about death.”

A loud cry from the house interupted Steph’s thoughts as a light turned on in one of the rooms. Yelling came from the inside, causing her to run to the front door and kick it down. Steph ran through the messy living room towards the back and entered what seems to be a child’s room. A large bearded man who stank of alcohol and sweat towered over a young helpless boy with brown hair.

“Maero!” She shouted, calling to her comrade.

“Who the hell are you!?” demanded the man.

“Your worst nightmare” Steph said in a cold voice.

Maero appeared with Oz by his side. He nodded to Steph as Oz helped the boy with brown hair stand. The man moved slightly toward the boy but Stephanie stepped in his way. He made an attempt to push her away but she shoved him back and he slammed against the wall. Angered he looked toward the exit to the room to see Maero leaning in the doorway with a wide grin on his face.


“Listen here big-bad-wolf,” Maero said with a chuckle. “Beating up on your child doesn’t change who he is, nor does it change how much of a worthless piece of shit his stepfather is. You’re a coward, and now your worst nightmare has come to life. Not only are you going to get the shit kicked out of you, but a woman's going to do it, and a badass one at that. Now ain’t that topical?” Maero smiled and looked to Stephanie. “Let him have it. Let out your demons.”

Steph grinned as she cracked her knuckles.

“Sure thing.”


(The camera opens up to Stephanie sitting on the unconscious body of an unknown man)

Hello again true believers! I just wanted to take the time out of my busy schedule to address my opponents on tomorrow night’s Turbo. JJ, you talk a good game, better than most. But the fact of the matter remains: your ass is mine. Just like the fella underneath me! He was caught putting hands on a minor and I dealt with him appropriately.  You see JJ we can say what we want and think it’s going to come true, but at the end of the day actions will always speak louder than words. The man underneath me get my wrath for abusing his child. Tomorrow night you’ll feel my wrath for just simply existing and getting in my way.

(A voice calls for Cloud off screen)

Looks like I’ll have to cut this short. Just remember the fate of this man JJ. Not matter how good you’re at this thing we called wrestling, the real New Breed champion will make herself known to the world once more.

(Stands up)

Think about what happens next. Think about what we’re left with after escalation takes its toll. Did you think about it? That’s you JJ. (starts to walk off camera)

Remember JJ, that’s you.

 
We don’t get it? We don’t get it, huh? Really? How many times do I have to say that you just want to break me before you believe that I believe you just want to hurt me? That’s insane. Your life goals are sad, Stephanie. They are terrible insensitive, but they also make so much sense for someone that has become so jaded as you have. You used to be tougher than this, but now you’re falling to the point that so many others do. This is where people seem to go right before the end. Do you honestly think I want you to leave and go away forever? No, even with you running around like a hitman with a list of targets. Even if they want to call you Cloud, you’ll still be Stephanie to me. Not Cloud. Not Aquaman or anything else. I never wanted to see you making the kinds of mistakes that signaled your end, but you couldn’t help yourself. And believe me, I’m not still acting like an underdog here. But just saying that I understand we come from the same place. We’re both people that had to work just to get a taste of any success. But I think you’re taking a step down for what essentially is revenge. You don’t want to call it that. You say we’re missing something bigger. The overall picture of what you’re trying to accomplish. But in the end, isn’t your whole affiliation with Sanatorium a step you took to learn to harness the anger you have towards the people that hurt you? Isn’t that all based on revenge. The only reason you want to end the careers of people like me and Aria is because we hurt you, not because you’re some agent of change that wants to mix things up. This is revenge. Don’t hide from what it really is or what you really want. Seems like in the end you want Tarah paralyzed, Aria broken to the point where she quits, but you just see me coming back over and over. I guess you do know me. Yes, even if I had to go out week after week and lose, even you realize I would keep coming back and doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result. What do you know, the definition of insanity lies right there in how I operate. But if I’m insane for wanting to keep fighting and never wanting to give up, so be it. At least I’m not giving up on my dreams for the hope of ending someone elses. At least I’m not abandoning everything I ever wanted for the role of taking away everything from everyone else.
 
Don’t stand around and play the tough girl game that you accuse me of and promise to be some sort of roadblock for everyone’s future. No one is buying that shit. You just come across as cranky and sad. Breakups are hard, and yours was harder because I was a gigantic bitch. Maybe we were too much alike. Or maybe it was something more for you than I ever allowed it to be for me. But what you do going forward… I don’t care. It’s been by pure chance that I’ve had you and Haruna always nipping at my heels. It’s been mostly because we’re all competent. Competitive and generally successful wrestlers. But I guess maybe you decided it wasn’t for you. And I wouldn’t have a problem if we never shared a ring ever again. But that’s not how it works. We’re fighting in the same division of the same company. We’re bound to meet again. And when you go around talking about wanting to end my career, don’t you understand you create the fodder for why putting us in a match together becomes a point of intrigue? You don’t even want to win, you just want to hurt us. That’s not who you’ve ever pretended to be before. So I can’t tell if you were pretending then, or you’re pretending now. Maybe you’re just so mentally weak that you’ve become unhinged by the idea of someone being mean to you. I’ve never gone as far as to say my victory in this match would be guaranteed. But I’ll promise you that I won’t leave hurt. Aria won’t be injured. And we’ll do what we have to put you behind us. I’d put you in the past if you allowed it. But I think you want to keep this going. You deny it, but you keep making the same threats. It can’t be Christmas to face me last week and then something that’s my fault this week. I’m not asking for matches against you, trust me. How many times do I need to beat you to prove who’s better? Maybe that’s what you want to hear.
 
I appreciate your thoughts on me being the next threat to HBG’s Vixen’s title. But I don’t know if you noticed, Eris LeCava is probably going to fight her for that. Tarah’s next contender is being setup this weekend, too. So for me, there is no title to fight for. I’m fighting for myself. I’m fighting to improve myself. I’m not pretending to be the underdog, but I’m also not acting like I’m owed a shot at a title right now. I’m staring down the same path you are. We get to fight in the Empress of Elite tournament. And there, if we meet again, I will beat you again. That’s reality for us Stephanie. You’re too busy wanting to hurt me, too busy playing human roadblock. And in the end, I keep you from achieving both goals. Not because it’s my goal to keep you from reaching yours. But because it’s my goal to become the Vixen’s Champion. Only one person can say they held both Vixen titles. I strive to be the second.  People get so caught up about egos and legacies. You don’t hear me calling myself the best to ever live. You don’t hear me telling people I’m more talented then them. You’ll only ever hear me promising them that I’ve worked hard enough to beat them no matter how talented they are. No matter their legacy.
 
But if you find this all to be so pointless, then you’re here doing a fools errand. I can gladly point you to the door you can see yourself out of. The door can hit you on your big ass on the way out, too. It’s ok to have dreams and aspirations. It’s ok to have something grand to fight for. You want to stand there and say fuck this and fuck that, you’re wasting our time more than your own. It’s fine, we’ll take you on and we’ll take you down. And you can sit there in the ring still mad as hell as you watch us walk away unharmed. I get what your saying and I hear it loud and clear. But I’ll never say you’re right. You’re conflicted and you’re acting like an idiot, but you’ll never be right. It doesn’t matter. Me and Aria will win and then we can move on to the next one. Somehow, I bet it’s another match against you.

Mexican Samurai on Battleground...StarrStan on Voltage....Dark Demon, Y2Impact, Carlos Russo. The list goes on and on of the people I started out on the rocky road adventure that is the land of the elite when I first arrived here At first i knew it was the inexperience in the sport, I've been only training at that time in developmental for only two months tops. After those two months I was brought in as the hottest free agent that this business has signed in a very long time and put me against then the current Interwire Champion, Mexican Samurai in a non-title match on Battleground. The expectations were very high for the NCAA Division I Heavyweight Champion from Atlanta and had an outstanding record at Ohio State. In my final days wrestling at Ohio State I suffered a very serious arm injury that needed surgery and was forced to vacate the championship and was going to be on the shelf for multiple months. A week later back in Atlanta I went into surgery and got everything fixed up, couple of weeks later while in physical therapy I get a call from one of the top recruiting executives here at Elite Answers Wrestling and they want me to come into the headquarters and sign me to a developmental contract. I was a hundred percent interested in signing here, this is where I always wanted to be in life, I wanted to be at the top company fighting with the best talent in the world today and I had a chance to do that. The company knew about my injury and they told me they have one of the best medical staff in the country and will get me to a hundred and ten percent within two months when the normal shelf time is six. I questioned it at first but I went with the ball and was going to see where It took me and every single day I was shocked on how good the results were. After the second month to the day I was cleared by the doctors could finally train for real inside the squared circle to get ready for my debut, after a couple of weeks everything was good to go and I was ready to be sent off on my on. I was ready to conquer the world, I was ready to take on all comers but just like that everything fell flat on my face and started on that rocky road. Even though the win column was looking good at first the executives still saw something in me that knew it was good not only for myself but for them long term and gave me a chance in my family's home town in the Open Fight Gauntlet in New York City, I was feeling the energy that night I knew something special was about to happen but then that all got washed away when Hamau Koa costed me the match. That night will go down as one of the darkest nights in my career that can never be put to rest but I promised myself that I will not stop until I get my redemption and capture the one thing I want and that is the New Breed Championship. The last couple of months have been building up this big underdog or comeback story in my career even though I have only been here less than a year but that story was put on hold when I was defeated by The Vixens Division, the night was just a ball of emotions put into one and just crashed on-top of my head and I am still getting over it to this day, Pain for Pride should be one of the best nights in our business but last weekend just wasn't my night. 

This whole week just has been a reflection on my career so far and everything I compare it to I just see the similarities between myself and you Aria Jaxon. Every time I look at myself in the mirror this week I just see your face in the reflection, I try to punch the wall to see if it will go away but it won't. I don't know if my mind is just reading this as a similar happenings between you or myself or just that I know that this match on Saturday night will either make or break my career. The million dollar question you want to know right now is "How is Lucas Johnson going to beat Aria Jaxon?" A wise man once said Aria, "to be the man you have to beat the man" and that is exactly I am going to do to you this coming Saturday night on the final edition of Battleground. I don't want to dislike you either Aria, I think you are no doubt of the best young talents the company has to offer right now and want to consider you a friend but you made this personal by making the joke about comparing me to a poor man's StarrStan. You made it personal from their and decided to shrug it off like nothing happened so you decide to play the bad guy in this story when I make a simple joke about you and Aren's relationship? This is my time to shine Aria, this is my time to get rid of the black cloud above me and turn this storm into a golden age when I am three wins away from earning the one thing I desperately want and need which is the New Breed Championship. You claim that I had the clear shot to take at Dillion and Tarah at Pain for Pride and also you this week and I take the easy way out and just call you guys sluts? Do you know why I did that? I did that because you girls were the one's that wanted to play the mind games, all of this in the Vixens division is just games to you guys, so you wanted to play games? I will play games but you better be ready to play hard ball this Saturday night because I am not afraid to shed blood, I am not afraid to go to the extreme, I am not afraid to take my frustrations out on you Aria. I consider you a friend Ms. Jaxon but I will be the writer of my own story, you will NOT end my reign as the holder of the Young Lions Cup, you try to keep it professional now but trust me when that bell rings on Saturday it is anybody's game. For the first time the lion walks in as the prey instead of the predator but I am ready to take down the Empress of the Elite....

 
Just a day before Pain for Pride is scheduled to begin, Cailin Dillon turns on her cell phone camera after a session in the gym and lets out a few hard breaths before managing a smile.
 
Well, here we are on Pain for Pride-eve, and I guess it’s time that I really address the elephant in the room. Well, the elephants really. Everyone is looking at my team, seeing both Stephanie and Tarah there and for some reason doubting I have what it takes to even fight them at all if and when it comes to that point. Listen, I get what y’all are trying to get at. Triple Threat was crazy, and I didn’t really do anything to either one. Instead, I took myself and Haruna out of the match with one wild move. But I back down to no one, and that has always been the case. Whether that person is a walking Hall of Famer just waiting to be enshrined or the next Becky that walks off the street and signs an EAW contract. You want to fight me, I will fight you. You place a challenge in front of me and I will fight with all the intensity every damn match deserves. And now opponents want to label me soft and say I’m dodging them? Funny story. And a champion who tells me I can’t possibly want something as much as she wants it? Nice try.
 
We’re great friends Tarah and that will never change in my book. You see it otherwise because I’m going to take what you call yours? Fine. But if you think your desire to hold on to what you’ve earned is deeper than what I have to offer than you’re crazy. You’re concerned with holding on to your throne and proving that you’re still the leader of everyone. You say you worked five hard months to get back to the point of being a champion. Well I’m sorry you walked away from it in the first place. Don’t think there’s a single person in that Vixens locker room who watched you drop the Vixen’s title to Madison and thought it was anything more than you walking out that door and turning your back on this very group you led. And in your absence, somebody had to step up. Eris tried to do it, so she kicked Madison’s ass and took that Vixens title for her own. But when they designed a new Vixens title and people questioned it and mocked, only a real leader could win that title, put the whole division on her back and create something that Vixens and Elitists alike though about holding. You know this to be true. When you came back to this company after a short break, you were excited at the prospect of fighting alongside me with girl who was receiving so much buzz. You might have waited five months to get back to where you thought you belonged and went through grueling tasks to get to this point, but my tasks were just as grueling from Day 1, while I was the Specialist’s Champion. They told me prove that title is worth a damn and beat the Vixen’s Champion, or shut your mouth and fall to the back of the line. Done! And as soon as Eris tapped her hand across the mat, this whole company let out a resounding, “oh shit!” They knew this bitch right here, she was for real. It wasn’t just that I beat Eris that week, it was that I defended my title twice and beat the Vixen’s Champion in six days. They said let’s throw even more challengers at her. She can’t seem to beat Hexa-gun, but let’s see if she can beat Heart Break Gal one-on-one. If she does, she can help dispel a ruthless faction of Extremists. If not, she can feel responsible for them ruining the whole company. Done! I achieved that loft goal, too. The thing in common each time? I was the underdog. No one expected a damn thing from me. No one, but me. Not really. Yeah there were people in my corner wishing me luck and saying I could do. But they were all looking at those challenges and whispering in their circles. And that’s fine. I’m fine paying the underdog role. I’m just fine being the spoiler to someone else’s perfectly good night. Even if that means a best friend. Because for the five months you waited to become a champion again, my two months without out have felt like a slow, monotonous eternity of crap. And it’s only driven me to become this harder, better, faster and stronger version of the person you’ve all seen me to be before. JJ Silva received a glimpse of this just this past Sunday. He tried to stand over me, high and mighty, paint me as this heartless person who ruined the best months of his life. And then he attempted to put his thumb over me and push me into the ground. When it came to the ring, all his talk amounted to was a pile of shit, swept up in a bucket and placed to the side. When I let my boot do the talking, he shut his mouth and closed his eyes. It only took three seconds to remind him that I’m not some chump. And I’m not saying you think I’m a chump, Tarah, just that I know you place me beneath you at every turn. We’re friends, but you are a certain kind of bitch when it comes to fighting in the ring. You need to know that I can be an even worse kind of bitch if I need to be. I want to win, you want to win, so I probably need to. And I don’t need to hurl insults from the sidelines about you being a whore because you’ve been with a couple guys. What the fuck ever. Who cares. If you let one second of your personal life cause you to be less than yourself in the ring, move on from what’s holding you back or retire. What I’m going to do is show you exactly what HBG and Eris learned. There’s a certain mode of bitch that Cailin Dillin can flip on when she needs to. It’s more stubborn than usual, it’s more hardened than you’ve ever seen before and it will haunt your dreams when you come look back on what went wrong. Maybe that’s why our nicknames are just so perfect. You’re Harley Quinn because you’re crazy and weird and unpredictable. But me, I’m lethal. I’m even more of a killer than you can believe from up there on your throne. I’m the ultimate predator and just when you think you’ve averted the disaster, I strike anyway. That’s your preview for Pain for Pride baby girl. You’ll think you have this in the bag when you see me fighting for your title. Don’t think I don’t know how cocky you are. You know I’m just as confident. And in that moment is when it will all slip away. Funny… a clock reference. I think that’s exactly how I counted down the existence of Hexa-Gun to HBG. That ticking will be ringing through your ears come the end of this weekend. Because your time as champion is over. It’s out of time. All we have in this arena are threats. And nothing you have said to me has been anything other than cock banter and the same. What I’m saying to you, these aren’t threats. They’re promises. I’m going to do exactly what I say. And this will be the last time you laugh me off like some little sister that you’re trying to put into her place. It will be the last time you treat me as something other than an equal. Or maybe you can’t see it that way. Maybe the only way this friendship will ever work for you is if I sit in the backseat with my mouth shut. I’m a woman of action, Tarah. You want to prove to me that I’m wrong, go ahead and try. I’ll prove I’m right to you, to myself and to the entire world. I never expected you to give up the title. I just planned on taking it. That’s how this works. I take what I want. Maybe for my second time as champion I shouldn’t be so nice. I know one thing is for sure. I won’t be forgiving at all. I’ll be nothing less than pure poison.
 
But you Stephanie, I don’t understand a single move you’re making anymore. I see motivation out of you that I haven’t seen in weeks, yet I see it going all the wrong way. Maybe you were the first one really inflicted with my poison and you just didn’t realize it. Don’t you realize it yet, you’ve let me control so many actions you’ve made since you won that title. You became a champion for the first time in your career here, and a big portion of your focus became worry about my feelings. I made you feel bad every step of the way. I attacked you in a cerebral way you never expected, that you apparently didn’t think I could ever be capable of. And look at you now? You’re low and writing pitiful ballads and staking your claim at revenge like it’s some forgone conclusion that you’re going to rise to the top of this match and take back that title. And you’ve done so by losing everything about your character. You were Cloud, and then you let Haruna and Mexican Samurai reduce you to just Stephanie, and then you tried to play nice only to get played to where you hit the mode of last resort. You’re taking advice from Eclipse Diemos on how to revitalize your career. I think you’ve been totally mindfucked from the moment you won that Grand Rampage match. Because look at you right now, Steph… you’re taking advice from a man you, Aria and I completely destroyed just a few weeks ago. Where’s the strategy there? You think he somehow helps you learn the challenge your anger in a way that you can take all your enemies out like you’ve developed some sort of hitlist? Ok then, Haruna Jr. At least she was original when she took the path of righting the wrongs that were done against her. Except you don’t get it. You were the one who did Haruna wrong and turned her against you. Now you’ve turned every other friend you had against you. Now you’ve tried to become a loner who does it all on her own, when I know you aren’t capable of that. This is a long con that dates back long ago. Don’t get me wrong, I like Aria a lot, and I loved you, but The Formation was really your baby all along. You just got some people to agree to it with you. But I never needed that group along the way. And either did Aria. Everything we did was done on our own. There’s a reason Aria and I were chosen to fight in that Tag Team Warfare match against Hexa-gun and you were picked to sit on the sidelines and feud into the sunset with Haruna. The moment you were booked to defend your title in a match that featured me and Haruna and Tarah, you were destined to lose. And don’t worry, this doesn’t just exclusively fall on you. That’s just part of a great over-arching plan that ends with me exactly where I belong. This whole time since I lost the Specialist’s Championship, I’ve still been playing my cards exactly the way I needed to. I’ve been chipping away and taking little portions of the pot each and every time I could. And now I’m right here about to push it all-in the middle with a royal flush. That’s an unbeatable hand baby girl. I hope when we finish this match Eclipse and the boys will have a nice padded room warmed up for you in the back, or a session of shock therapy, whatever it is that you truly need. The poison already infected you deep into your veins and got to you mentally. Now it’s about to tear you apart from the outside, too. Now it’s about to destroy you completely.
 
Both dear Erica and Azumi will be helpful additions to a team that was destined to fight for the chance that could occur at the end of this match. We could lose soldiers along the way, as we chip away at the group of JJ Silva, Piff Fumador, Lucas Johnson, the drunken Venom and his friend Haruna Sakazaki. But this battle of attrition must first be won by a team. We have a ready-to-go team within are solid team in Shinsei Domei. Even if Azumi is doing strange things with Stephanie’s trainer. Listen, hunny, take a look at what that got Stephanie. A really short reign as champion. Best train up and go for something bigger. Oh, and might as well get past Erica eventually, too. The student can only let herself be below the teacher for so long. Don’t let her control you too long. I know none of us are going to let team New Breed control this match for long at all. Are they a threat? Sure. But nearly the entire team has shown one thing consistently this week. They just can’t match the intensity and ferocity that we will bring to this match. Those guys don’t quite understand what only Haruna can tell them. We might be five women, but we’re five women who will kick their asses without another thought. We’re five women who don’t care if JJ Silva walks of this match as the New Breed champion because his team lost. We will win this match because we are Vixens and we are better. Point. Blank. Period. And then when it comes down to the end of the match, there can only be one of us. It could be the Leader of the Vixens or the Sanatorium’s new plaything or even one of these members from Shinsei Domei. But it won’t be. In the end it can only be one and it will only be one, and that’s me. I have played this all perfectly for so long and not a single one of you has figured it out. That’s just it. Poison doesn’t always work fast. Sometimes it sets in at a gradual pace and works its way up. But in my case, the poison is always lethal and it’s just been building up to this moment. There can only be one spotlight at the end of our match, and I have no problems stealing it from every single person in this match. I will walk into Pain for Pride as a teammate and a challenger, and I will walk out as a second-time Specialist’s Champion. That’s just how Poison Ivy works ladies. That’s just what Cailin Dillon does.
 
Cailin lets out a laugh and blows a kiss to the camera before turning it off.

Tarah you are one delusional mother fucker. You are not getting under my skin one bit, you are just a crazy motherfucker. You are the one that's falling into my hands, you are the one that's falling into my full house and you are the one that has the straight. I am not falling into your mind games, I am focused at the task at hand and that is beating the Vixens division to a pulp. I don't care If I have to send you to the hospital, I don't care If I have your blood on my hands, I don't care if I break a bone. Nothing is going to stop me from earning and enjoying MY Pain for Pride moment! No one is taking away what is truly mine and that is the New Breed Championship. You claim I am Venom's butt buddy now? Can you open your eyes? Do you have a hearing aid? Can you listen correctly? I said that I have never EVER crossed paths with anyone in this match besides Piff when the bell rings I will be in the ring with all of you vixens and the rest of the New Breed division for the first time ever in my career. That includes you Tarah Nova, Azumi Goto, Venom, JJ Silva, and so on. The match is named Divide and Conquer and that is what you are trying to do the New Breed division right now and that is you are trying to split us apart? Do you know who I am? Do you know what I have done in my life? I am a crossover athlete, I am a former amateur wrestling, division one by the way. I remember when I was days away from winning the NCAA Division I Heavyweight Championship and my aunt was diagnosed with the breast cancer, my parents tried to divide myself and wrestling to come home and support my aunt but I just couldn't let that happen. I couldn't go back home to Atlanta and straight to New York empty handed without the title in my hands. It wasn't a hard decision for me because I knew championship gold thrived me, I needed it and I damn sure knew it was the only thing on my mind ever since I joined the sport. Blood maybe thicker then water Tarah Nova and you better realize that because right after I won the championship I may went through tough times with my aunt but she was proud of me that I sticked to my gut and fought threw hard times and she saw that in herself as well. My Aunt Susan couldn't have given up right there with stage two breast cancer and let the cancer take over her body but do you know what she did? She fought, she fought till the death that included chemotherapy and surgeries. She may have had hair loss and sick due to the chemo but she fucking fought! SHE FOUGHT AND I AM VERY GRATEFUL SHE IS ALIVE TODAY! My whole family is here in Miami this weekend for this historical event and in Long Island on Voltage last month at the Nassau Veterans Memorial Coliseum I got my redemption from what happened at Fighting Spirit 2 in the Open Fight Gauntlet. And now look at me, my first year in the business is coming full circle at the biggest show of the year, our Super Bowl at Pain for Pride 9 I have earned a New Breed Championship match and I will tell you this Tarah Nova, I am not falling into your little stupid mind games. I am not attending your little vixen slumber party, you are attending a candy ass beating you have never dealt with in your lifetime. You want to make this all games? You want me to play your little Tarah Nova fun games? I'm not in the mood to play your stupid games because the fun and games have been out the window for a long damn time because you are one of them, you are one of the haters. I see it in your damn eyes, you don't think I deserve to be here but you know what? I'm going to prove you wrong at Pain for Pride 9 and shortly after at the EAW Draft Lottery I will prove your friend Aria Jaxon wrong as well when I whoop that monkey's ass all over the draft board. When that bell rings, the eye of the lion will come out no questions asked. I guarantee you, you will be saying 'THAT'S GOD!' when I send your ass to heaven after I'm done with you and claim MY New Breed Championship!  

Good for you JJ, good for fucking you. You won two matches in a row clean! Do you want a cookie or medal for that? That's how your supposed to make yourself famous in this business, you are a noble talent and you don't need those punks like Oasis, Crash and Brody to do your dirty work. You keep doing you and you can win World Championships easy no problem. But you claim Omerta are your brothers right? If they were your brothers they would be thicker then water, Omerta would be blood to you but guess what? They aren't! I better be on my toes twenty four seven? Of course I have to be you idiot because If I wasn't I wouldn't be here where I am today. I find it hilarious that you think are this great legend in this business when you are only the New Breed Champion and just the New Breed Champion. You just won this title not even a month ago on Battleground against Piff Fumador and you claim that you need to carry your legacy onto bigger and better things? Besides the battle royal and the title match against Piff who have you beaten clean? Who have you beaten that's a legend because I really want to know! I find it real cute that you like to keep bringing up my past like my losses against guys like Carlos Russo and Mexican Samurai but at least I can hang with the big boys like them. At least I proved myself that I belong in this business, and at least I proved to everyone in the locker room that sooner or later it will be my time to shine because I have the beautiful Young Lions Cup. But right now the Young Lions Cup would be awesome to cash in, the New Breed Championship is the only thing on my mind because I worked hard all year to get where I am right now and I refuse to leave Miami without the title in my hands. When I put out a goal for myself I stick to it and won't stop until I get it, I will not give up until that New Breed Championship is mine in this Divide and Conquer match. We have to be on the same page once that bell rings this weekend and take out the vixens first but once the vixens are out of the picture it's ball game and this sweet little sheep turns into a big ass lion. JJ hold onto the championship tight for me because the end is here for you, time for a new face in town that runs this place and his name is Lucas 'The Wrestling Machine' Johnson....

PAIN FOR PRIDE PROMO #4
 
Zack Crash:  You know Senn repeating something over and over again doesn’t make it true.  You keep talking about how you’re “in my head”, about how you’re “breaking me mentally” with each of your words, but to anyone with half a brain cell they can see that it’s the other way around.  I’ll admit it that some (and I stress SOME) of your words have had a bit of a sting to them.  But to say you’ve “broken me mentally” or that you’re “inside my head” is more than just an exaggeration.  I know this by just listening to you talk Senn.  You’re getting angrier and angrier with each promo you do, which is exactly where I want you.  A wise man once said to never attack in anger, and while I may not have always listened to that advice, it is something I actively try to do.  Because angry people are careless and stupid.  You may think it’s your advantage, but all it really does is allow me to control you and this match!  You’re my little puppet, dancing with every tug I pull on your strings.  It’s sooooo easy to manipulate you Senn; to get you all riled up.  It’s so easy in fact it nearly bores me.  While you’re angry and raging, I’m calm and collected, which is allowing me to actually view this match from every possible angle.  You’re view right now is narrow Senn, and all you can see right now is to just come straight at me and throw punches until you hit something.  That strategy may work for some, but I prefer a more refined approach.  I prefer to wait for my moment and to pick my spots very carefully until I see a moment that ensures my victory.  It may take a bit longer, but it always pays off more in the end.  I can do this because in wrestling, you’re only as good as your last match.  And we both know what happened the last time we met in the ring don’t we?  So when you say how good you are, and I say how good I am, which of us do you think appears more credible?  All those facts you like to mention don’t mean a thing to anybody!  All they know, and all they care about is that I buried you in glass, beat you, and took away four months of your career!  You and I can go back and forth about the past, about the actions we took, about motivations and blah blah blah!  All that is old and tired ground.  But the simple fact is that because I beat you on our last outing, you’re the one who needs to prove to EAW your words aren’t just bravado.  You’re like a broken record Senn, just repeating the same things you’ve been saying for years.  I’m sick of it and so is everyone else.  Well now I think it’s time I give you something new to say…I QUIT!!!  You’re a one trick pony Senn!  All you can talk about is how I didn’t deserve this and how I did that and then cry about into your Justin Bieber pillow at night.  I’m ultimately what define you and your career.  Think about it!  You’re career didn’t really take off until after your first feud with me.  And since then you keep coming back and coming back and coming back.  Why?  Because I’m what makes you relevant!  Zack Crash existed before Jacob Senn, but Jacob Senn didn’t exist until Zack Crash!  But soon you won’t exist at all.  You talk about crutches, well soon you’re going to be using one as well.  Not a metaphorical crutch as you implied, but a literal crutch…for when I break your legs!  I’m going to break your legs…your arms…your fingers…your toes…your nose, face, ears, teeth, lips, tongue, I’m going to break parts of your body that you didn’t even know could be broken!  I’m going to make you bleed so much your skin will go pale!  But the best part of it is that you’ll be conscious throughout all of this!  There won’t be any moment of unconsciousness, which would only provide the sweet release from this pain.  No I’ll keep you right on the edge of blacking out.  Otherwise how would I be able to look into your eyes and enjoy that moment when you realize what you must do to save yourself!  And you will save yourself Senn.  Because you know as much as I do that what you will suffer through, in the end, won’t be worth it.  Is all this pain, all this torture, worth it for a simple grudge?  I don’t think so, and deep down I don’t think you believe it is either.  But what I’m fighting for is worth everything to me.  I’m fighting to end a feud and rid me of a cancer (sound familiar) in my life!  I’m fighting for the OMERTA family!  I’m fighting to prove to everyone that Zack Crash is a true Hall Of Famer!  My life, my career, my legacy, I’d rather none of it exist than say those two filthy words.         
 

How’s THAT for real effort?

The Starr Stan retirement tour rolls on after a successful night at Triple Threat. I’m not going to start bragging about how I demolished Christian Locke, because in reality he was the first person to really test me in that ring for a while. But at the end of the day, there was never going to be an excuse for me to lose to a rookie, no matter who it was. So all I really did was what I was supposed to do, and that’s win baby. There was a lot of critics who thought I didn’t have it in me anymore. There were many who predicted me to lose to Christian Locke. See when I started this retirement tour, a line of wrestlers formed to face me not because they wanted one last match, but because they thought this was some kind of jobber tour. Where I was just going to rack up some loses and walk out the door pushing all these guys up to my spot in the company. Guys like Terry Chambers thought they could use my name to pull themselves up the card, but all Battleground has shown to me was the guy Christian Locke hired to impersonate me sucks at wrestling almost as much as the guys behind the scenes suck at running that show. The Starr Stan retirement tour is about putting on great matches, and proving I am still every bit of the wrestler I was the day I stepped foot into this company. My broski Matt Ryder probably thought I was going to miss that Starrsault Saturday night, but I nailed it to perfection as if it was 2008 all over again. This tour is also about righting some wrongs. I got to wrestle against a personal friend Eris LeCava one last time. I got to avenge my lost to Christian Locke a few months ago by defeating him at Triple Threat. What does Match #4 have in store for us? Redemption for Pain for Pride 6.
 
Diamond Cage, the main reason that brought me back to this company was that Devan Dubian forced me to say “I Quit” in my last appearance in the ring. Whether I was retiring or not, I had to right that wrong. I had to prove I wasn’t a quitter. At Pain for Pride 6, you became one of two men to make me tap out in the middle of the ring. If you throw Dub on that list, only three people have been able to make me quit, either being forced to submit or literally say the words “I Quit.” It’s not something I’m proud of, and it’s not something I’ll forget easily, if ever. But it was a very humbling experience. I took that night and used it as motivation, because that night marked the beginning of my best year ever in EAW. A year later, I went from opening Pain for Pride on day 1 to main eventing Pain for Pride on day 2. Just like now, just like countless times throughout my career, people were ready to write me off. The odds of me beating Norman Hellion that year were 100 to 1. There wasn’t one fan in attendance who thought I had what it took to win my fourth world championship that night, but when you want something bad enough you find what it takes, whether deep inside you or from somewhere else, to get what you want. Whenever I’ve wanted something in my career I got it. Now I’m not saying I’ve been perfect, no, I’ve been far from it. I’m not saying I can predict my future, but I can certainly shape it. It doesn’t always come out how I planned, but isn’t that the beauty of art? See if I had it my way, I would have made Christian Locke tap out months ago on Voltage and never have had to deal with him bothering me for weeks. That’s not how things panned out, but I eventually defeated him nonetheless, and we got a great Free-Per-View match out of it. If you would have asked me how I would have won my world titles, I wouldn’t have chosen to be handed my first world championship, but I became one of the youngest world champions in company history, something you rarely see now a days. Looking back it wasn’t my most prestigious decision to attack the current champion and force him to vacate his title, but in the end I was still world champion and I put on the real match of the year with Devan Dubian. I would have loved to defeat Norman Hellion on my own to capture my fourth world championship last year, but I paid my debts for that victory and main evented Pain for Pride in the match of the year with my ELITE brothers. I would have enjoyed defeating you at Pain for Pride 6, but it seems I’ve have to settle for Voltage. You’ve had this ankle lock coming for you for nearly two years, and I’ll make sure it’s twice as excruciating as that sharp shooter was.
 
See I told you I always get what I want. At Pain for Pride 6, defeating you would have been nice, but it wasn’t exactly what I wanted. I wanted to make you suffer, that was accomplished. We both went to war that night and both left with scars and a lot less blood than what we went in with. I wanted the company to know what they were missing out on when they stuck me in the opener, instead of the main event. We fought for over an hour and set the tone for the show, only for the “company’s main event” to disappoint the crowd and deliver one of the worst main event crowds in EAW history. Disappointing on the fans part, but the guys running the show deserve just as much blame. Finally, I wanted to test you that night. Little goody two-shoes Diamond Cage, the biggest fan favorite this company may have ever seen, had to have his morals tested. I through a sledge hammer down right in front of you and begged you to hit me with it. I know you wanted to cave my skull in, knock my teeth out. But no, you silenced the “KILL CAGE KILL” chants and practically accomplished all that and more with your own fists. You played by the rules, made me tap, and satisfied the fans. Way to go! This match on Voltage is not going to be a test. Think of it as afterschool punishment. I’m on my way out the door, but not before kicking your ass one last time first.