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Nobi wrote:

First time for everything since Phoenix hasn't gotten a real prediction yet lol

- Ares Vendetta (c) vs Phoenix Winterborn
Answers World Championship

- Y2Impact vs Tyler Parker

- Heart Break Gal vs. Stephanie Matsuda

- Ryan Savage vs Erebos

- Christian Locke vs The Nas w/ Liam Catterson on Commentary

- StarrStan Retirement Tour Match #4: StarrStan vs Diamond Cage

- J.D. Damon vs Kenny Drake: The Final Chapter - Death Match

you got one wrong there pal :]

First time for everything since Phoenix hasn't gotten a real prediction yet lol

Since nobody is on to post it at the moment and I really want it up soon, I'm posting it here. Voltage is having a special edition next Sunday and hopefully you guys like the card:


-Ares Vendetta vs Phoenix Winterborn: Answers World Championship Match

-Y2Impact vs Tyler Parker

-Exclusive Interview With Dario Shaw

-Ryan Savage vs Erebos

-Beretta Targets His First “Company Guy”

-Christian Locke vs The Nas w/Liam Catterson on commentary

-Starr Stan Retirement Tour Match #4: Starr Stan vs Diamond Cage

-The Debut of Nobi’s Talk Show with Special Guest: Lucas Johnson

-Hades DEMANDS Answers From Eclipse Diemos

-J.D. Damon vs Kenny Drake: The Final Chapter - Death Match

-Ashten Cross Welcomes Back Devan Dubian

 
Cailin Dillon is shown sitting as a cell phone camera switches on. She’s twirling a coin between her fingers. She’s decked out in workout clothing with glistening skin from a hard workout.
 
Here I am in this Boston hotel room all on my own, taking a short break from preparations for this weekend’s match at Triple Threat. As you can all see, yes, I am alone in this hotel room. Because it doesn’t make a difference if you’re my lover, my bestie or my… whatever Haruna is these days. This match won’t be a handicap match. There’s won’t be 2-on-2 or 3-on-1. If that comes, trust me, it will all be incidental. In matches like this, any alliance you make is only temporary so you can achieve the ultimate goal of winning. Throughout this week you three, Stephanie, Tarah and Haruna, the idea of these alliances has been something that you’ve found important. The idea of where relationships go after these matches have also been your popular theme. This isn’t As The World Turns. This is our livelihood. So I’d expect nothing less for all four of us to fight like there’s no tomorrow for us. Some of us will be capable of going further than the others. Even fewer will be able to go to lengths that win this match. That’s the line that will separate the champion from the contenders and the pretenders. For months, I rode only above that line. Maybe I lost sight of that after my untimely loss at Grand Rampage. Maybe I lost something that some of you thought made me who I was. Or maybe I gained something that another of you saw as me finally becoming who I was meant to be. The truth all lies in the eye of the beholder. My own truth is that my nature drives me to this point. It drives me to not settle on this point and to go beyond it. For some people just become the Specialist’s champion is enough. When the idea of a match between Eris and I was first tossed around, I offered to put my title up if she did. If she was truly the best, as she claimed, I wanted her to put her money where her mouth was. She declined, and she lost. Maybe it was the best decision on her part. Because she is still a champion today, and I’ve been relegated to the status of challenger for a title that I lost in such an unconventional way. Call me jealous of the fact that I don’t have it, or jaded at the way I lost it, but I just wanted this chance. This chance that has fallen into my lap. I asked for a rematch for my title and I was given a match with Haruna about backflips off of fat people and hitting each other with hot dogs. All I wanted was the chance to fight for everything I had built. Finally, I get it. I know what Haruna thinks she can do in this match and shock everyone and take back what she first held. I know that Tarah believes this is her next logical step as the leader of the Vixens. I know that Stephanie is just trying to prove that she deserved this all along. I WILL prove that I am the rightful champion. I WILL win this match by any means necessary. And come Sunday, that title will be back on my shoulder where it belongs.
 
So here we go for another time. One by one. Let’s start with our champion. Stephanie, you’re absolutely right. I am always the underdog. Ask anyone. You can hear it in the back amongst the others. When they talk about this match, the only see two winners. It’s either you, or Tarah. I’m a month removed from a long reign as champion and already they pretend like I never accomplished anything. I won’t deny that while I was champion I thought I was above you and that we weren’t equals. I felt that way about everyone. It wasn’t out of disrespect. But how could I walk around and call myself a champion if I didn’t believe I was capable of beating every single opponent they put in front of me. I couldn’t do that. I have always respected your ability in that ring and let’s face it: we all want to be the best. We are all among the best on this planet if we made it to this point. But every once in awhile, there comes a time when the cream of the crop has to rise to the top. They can’t just stay among the pack. They strive to be more and they promise to become more. I became a warrior for this division. I was labeled a hero and fabled as unstoppable. But these weren’t my goals. I wasn’t trying to be a hero or a villain; I was just trying to do accomplish something for everyone. I know that isn’t a popular opinion for anyone in EAW, but it is the truth. I will never stop striving to be better than the warrior I was then. I’m not the queen of anything. You are the queen of the Specialist’s title. I’m not pretending to be anyone other than the person I am. You think because I’ve made a new friend that I’ve changed circles. I’m not out sipping Mai Tais at parties with the elites of EAW. I’m still busting my ass from gym to gym. I’m still working at this. I’m not perfect, I’m far from it. I’ll never be perfect, either. But I will be this same competitor that will walk into that ring and flip you on your head in a second, no mater who you are, because my greatest hunger in this business is to win. That’s why post-Grand Rampage was so tough for me. That’s why I acted the way I did when you were such a… shithead. And it is true that you and I met and we said our peace and righted the ship, but then you showed up out of nowhere and it nearly cost me a match. And you know how much it would have irritated me to drop a third straight match to the fuckery of distractions. And I get your irritation at my friendship with Tarah. She doesn’t trust you, and I will defend you because she has that right. To be clear tbough, she supports me making my own decisions. We aren’t trying to form a team to take you down. We’re just two friends and neither of us have anything to be sorry for. I’m putting all apologies aside and hitting reset. I grabbed your key and returned it to your doorstep. Because until this is figured out, we will be fighting like this. Until there is resolution, this war will continue. Take that as you will, but don’t ever expect me to be different just for you. I will not change myself. I’m still going to come to that match on Saturday ready to whip your ass without any regards for your safety. I will show you exactly what it’s like to be a champion. And then I will leave that match with that belt in hand. Hey, at least your reign as champion will only be the second shortest.
 
I see you smirking as you listen to my words, Tarah. I don’t even have to be there as you listen. I know. You put on your leader pants and act like I’m just out here whiffing with every shot. But I know, you didn’t really expect this to be what you would get from me. I mean, you had an idea, right? I had enough of a reputation that you knew from fighting alongside me that fighting me head to head could be more than a chore. But a chore isn’t really the right word for it. When you do chores, you know what you have to do and there is an end solution. You know you can complete what you’re trying to do and the reward in the end will be that your work is complete. That’s not how it works with me. I’m not like taking out the trash or washing the dishes. I’m not like a rubiks cube where you just have to turn me and manipulate me in a few directions and the puzzle becomes picture perfect. Beating me is complicated. I can tell you that because so many have tried to beat me on the biggest stage and they have failed over and over. I know this isn’t just about winning that title for you. You’re tired of losing at these big shows. You’re banking on your prior reputation as a champion and the things you did in those matches. Maybe we’re similar in that way, we just have a body of work behind us that consistently confirms the same thing over and over. We’re both some serious ass kickers. But in the time since you returned from your hiatus, you’ve watched the same two women dominate this company. And even though you’re our self-declared leader, the chances you’ve had keep slipping from your grasp. I’m not going to let this one slide through my fingers. A reminder on your own words though. While you say I haven’t been in the ring with you yet, well, the same is true in reverse. Maybe you think what you have tucked away in the dark corners of that crazy mind of yours will produce the one thing that will be the difference in this match. But the result here won’t be determined by something so thinly pulled out of the air. There are numerous things you would like to do in this match that you will never come close to accomplishing. No, you will feel handcuffed in that ring by what I’m capable of doing. There have been too many Vixens that have taken your path before you, telling me they’ve been there before and experienced it all, claiming I have nothing to offer. But time and time again they have been proven wrong by the same person they doubted. Time and time again they have banked on burying me with a smile on their face. I can tell you this, the panic on their faces always looks the same. Right around they time they realize they’ve messed up beyond return, they also find that it’s too late. This match very well might come down to just us, and if it does, don’t expect me to back down and concede this match to you because we’re friends or because you’ve wasted your breath explaining to me how wrong I am for thinking you aren’t the best one in this match. For that reason, I won’t be surprised if this ends in blows between us. I hear you telling me you’re the leader and the killer, but I sense the desperation in your voice. You need to win this match to prove to everyone you are still these things. Don’t worry, hun, you’ll always be those things to me. Even after I win back that title. You see this title as rightfully yours, well, that’s where you see the smirk growing on my face. In mind I’m the only rightful champion. That tile is mine and I will do whatever it takes to make sure I bring that home. Your list of victims will be shredded in this match, stopped at my feet as you try to overthrow me. Harley and Ivy will live on from this match, but it’s all put aside for now. We both think we’re the champions coming out of this match. But there can only be one. That one will be me, Tarah. The title of leader isn’t as solid as it used to be You will end this match with your list destroyed, your title in a little more question and without that gold you so preciously seek. This is why we do this babe. This is why we love this business.
 
We shall cap this all off with our Globe Trotter herself, Haruna Sakazaki. Next time you decide to play a little basketball, invite me over and I can show you and Aaron how to actually play the game of basketball. Good lord I didn’t think two “athletes” could be so terrible at a sport. Listen girly, I hear you loud and clear. I mean the condescending sounds that are spilling out of your mouth are deafening. I never wanted to be your greatest rival because while Cloud thinks I’ve never seen her on my level, that’s actually true with you. Of the people in this match, it has always been hardest to take you seriously. I mean, I practically buried you and left the shovel on your grave when I ripped the Specialist title away from your grubby hands. What kind of rivalry was that? Two weeks after that you demanded a rematch and somehow looked even worse. Why would I want that person to be my rival? That sounds like an incredibly boring precedent to set. You stick to fighting Cloud. She’ll need herself an opponent for awhile after this is done. So I see that you’re going to spend the majority of your message for me by focusing on about 1 percent of what I talked about in regards to you. That’s a… solid move, I guess. But you speak about unoriginality in that message and I feel like if you had more originality than you would have more to say then trying to focus on your long standing goal to paint anyone who makes fun of you as a fundamental racist. I’m not, and you know that. But speak about new personalities and changing, woo boy. You take the cake on that dontcha baby girl? “But I have a reason for everything I do.” So it’s different with you. See how we keep hitting the same points with you? Do you realize that there could be a book written about how to handle you in the week to week with messages? You lay it out there for us on a regular basis. You’re always looking to start a fight you couldn’t possibly finish. You see that match you won against me on Battleground as a sure divider between us. I see it as a blip on the radar of a much larger picture. You won that match, but you will somehow come nowhere close to winning this one. Maybe you’ll even be the one who’s pinned, right? Because that’s how you roll. You basically spent an entire message on me trying to tell me that I don’t understand what I’m doing, like I didn’t do it well enough to run through this company for months. Where are all your long title reigns, Haruna? Oh.. is that them? There in the distance. Nothing has corrupted me. If anything would be corrupting me it would be dealing with the bullshit from you every time we fight. You try to treat me like a child by… acting like a child. It’s a sound strategy that seems to get you everywhere. Let me make something clear. I don’t really care about the things that you claim happened backstage between you and Stephanie. I know what I saw and what I deduced. There are always two sides to every story, but I only hear one person still dwelling on that story. The other person has moved on, she won herself a title in whatever way she did and you’re still here doing this. I’ll give you this credit, you’re still here and you’re still trying this. The funniest thing about you is you always read into everything so literally. You think it makes you look smarter than your opponents because you prove them wrong. It ends up coming across like you don’t understand the irony and meaning of what’s being said. But that’s just how you roll, isn’t it? That’s what makes you original! I don’t think I have boldly suggested that you couldn’t do this without Aaron at your side. But that’s cool, put words in my mouth and see if it makes me crumble at your will. I’ll let you in on the answer right now. No, no it won’t. No one in this match will be carried by anyone else. It will be the war you want it to be, I just think it won’t end the way you’re hoping it will. I’m happy to be in the same class of the Vixens you want to “crush.” It makes me smirk more than anything anyone has said this week. Because you having a list somehow makes me chuckle. You’ll get the fight you want out of me in this match, but you won’t like it. You will lose this match and you will left to pick up those pieces once again. You just want to win this match for one reason. You want to take that title and shove it everyone’s face. That’s the exact reason why everyone is so happy to kick your ass over and over. That’s the reason no one ever takes you seriously and why no one is worried about a match with you. I will do this favor to you and let you know I am taking you seriously this week. I want to beat you, and I want to beat Tarah and I want to beat Stephanie. I want to be the champion again, and I know what it takes to beat all three of you. If I didn’t take you seriously, it would be a disservice to my self. This might be a pre-show match, but it has a big match feel. I love big matches. I thrive in big matches. And about that five minutes… this isn’t about tossing me over the top rope. There’s no way for you to win this cheaply. For one time, Haruna, you will have to fight for real if you want to win. I don’t think you have it in you. I’m confident you can’t overcome this test. And I’m confident I will leave Saturday night as the Specialist Champion once again.
 
This match has a current champion, the one who claims herself to be the leader and another yet who is constantly fighting to right the karma of an entire division. But alongside them all is a true warrior who enters the match as wolf in lambs clothing. Those other three sheep might think this match is only theirs to win, but this four way dance at Triple Threat only ends in one way. Cailin Dillon will be champion again. Are you three ready for this? Because I don’t think you are. You three think you know what’s about to happen, but you haven’t got a clue. Only one warrior walks out of this as a champion, and that victor will be me.
 
Cailin reaches out and hits the record button to end the video. She stands up and heads out of the hotel room for another workout as the scene fades out.

It’s pretty disheartening that you only rely on your so called “legacy” in order to strike intimidation in the hearts of Aria and I. Sure, you’ve had a hefty career filled with so much success. But take something into consideration you dumb bitch, when you were in your “prime” the population in this Vixens division was 0. Zero. You want to know the truth over your past three reigns? You hardly had any competition. The idiots you went against had half a brain and couldn’t wrestle like a true Vixen should to save their lives. You have nothing to brag about. You have no right to stand here as if you’re more superior than me. You see, the difference between you and I is that I’ve had to defend my title against the best. I didn’t get any fluke wins against my opponents. It was strictly based on the fact that I’m one of the greatest wrestler this business has to offer. You see Cloud Matsuda? The reigning Specialist Champion? The woman who you couldn’t beat in the Specialist Rampage? Yeah, I BEAT HER. You remember Madison Kaline? The woman who was deemed unstoppable once she joined forces with the Sanatorium? Look around, HBG, where is she? She’s nowhere to be found, back into hiding with her fucked up family because OF ME. I’m the reason as to why she’s not in this mainevent, I’M the reason why she went into obscurity. You remember Tarah Nova? I kicked her ass too. So why the fuck are you coming up to me as if I have nothing to vouch for? If I put our collective careers together for comparison, I think I’m the one who should be telling you “bitch, do you know who I am?” No one can deny that I’m one of the most impressive Vixens champion EAW has ever been graced with. I’m the only Vixens champion who has actually had competition. I’m the only champ who has had to defend her title where there wasn’t an obvious winner. I’m the champ who always gets her fucking work DONE. I don’t run away when things get hard. I don’t run into hiding when things don’t go my way. I continue to work on improvement. I rebuild my entire strategy and I go back into it again full force. That, my dear, wasn’t taught by you. I’ve known this from day one because I didn’t have everything handed to me in a silver platter. I’ve worked my way up, no I’ve clawed my way up to this position. I’ve worked my ass off which separates me from you and Aria.
 
You’ve somehow slithered your way to this point while Aria got a ride over here. It’s so disgusting seeing you two parade around like you actually deserve to be in this match. Aria, I know that you want this championship even more considering that your significant other also has gold around his waist. You want to match with him, correct? You want to be known as the power couple, the most dominant couple in EAW as you two walk around this company as if you owned it, right? You see, that’s the difference between you and I. I got my hands on this championship without having to impress anyone. I got this championship because I beat Maddie fair and square and if I recall correctly, that’s something that you couldn’t do, right? God, how does it feel knowing that I’ve beaten Maddie THREE times where you couldn’t even beat her once? That woman, the woman who stole your dreams of becoming Vixens champion after being crowned as the Empress of Elite had her ass whopped by someone who you have to face on THREE DIFFERENT OCASSIONS. Aria, what makes you even more cringe-worthy is the fact that you’re not realistic. What do you mean that our hearts will sink when you win? WHEN you win? Come on honey, don’t be so cocky over here. I can tell you this right now that my heart won’t sink on Saturday night. My joyous heart will light up and will enlighten all of you even though you’ll be in completely disparity. You’ll begin to question your strategies, whether they were constructed in the way you wanted them to be. Here are some encouraging words from the champ that I hope you remember after our match; try again next time, kid. Your time will come. Soon, not now, but soon.
 
But oh, if only I could say the same about HBG. Listen, I’m not trying to discredit everything that you’ve done for me. I will admit, you took me under your wing and made me into the fearless bitch you have to deal with today. But there’s a difference between helping someone and constantly criticizing them, constantly berating them because they don’t fit your standards. If there’s something that the world doesn’t know about our very public relationship is that you’ve always been a bitch. I didn’t want to come to terms with the fact that the woman I’ve idolized for the majority of my career was in fact a lying, manipulative CUNT. Before coming into EAW I saw you as this goddess that had no flaws. I always praised you in hope that you’d one day notice me. Finally, that day arrived. The Heart Break Gal came up to me and offered me an offer I couldn’t refuse. A week into being with Hexa-Gun, I began questioning whether throwing my reputation out of the window was worth your constant verbal abuse. Instead of complaining, instead of bitching I kept quiet. I could’ve made you look like a joke by going on social media and putting you out on the open so everyone could see your true nature. But you know what I did?! I continued to support you. I continued to talk highly of you. I CONTINUED BEING THERE FOR YOU, HBG! I CONTINUED BEING YOUR NUMBER ONE FAN! When was that ever returned? When did you ever acknowledge my attempts to make you happy? NEVER. All you ever cared about was making Hexa-Gun one of the most dominant stables in EAW history. You wanted extreme back, you wanted to be seen as this authoritative figure. As things were slowly progressing and going your way, life with Hexa-Gun was surprisingly good. You were always in a good mood, always so kind and humble. I finally thought to myself that all of the sacrifices I made were worth it. But god knows that shit was short lived. After Hexa-Gun was forcefully disbanded you were the worst. And don’t even get me started with your attitude after Grand Rampage. All of this has been building up since a year. Don’t think that I somehow pulled all of this out of my ass because that’s not the case. This has all been building up and you just tampered with the opening. You just popped off the top and this is what you’ve received. Doesn’t feel nice, doesn’t it? I hope it doesn’t. I hope that by every word that you hear makes you die a little inside.
 
 I’ve been by your side for half of a year and I know exactly how you work. I know what you do in order to break your opponents down. You want me to lower my guard and you want to attack me to my core. Well guess what – My guard has always been down. The Eris LeCava you see in the ring is the Eris LeCava you’ll see outside the streets. This isn’t some sort of act I try to put on for people so they can fall for my “tricks.” You made me turn your back on you, HBG. You made me act this way. I’m simply reacting to the way you’ve been treating me. You think I appreciated the fact that you tricked me into looking completely horrid that I even won “Worst Dressed of the Night” award from TMZ? I don’t. I DON’T. I’m so tired of your shit. After much thinking, I’m glad this is how things turned out. We have the option of removing negative people from our lives, people who constantly act as if they’re a dark cloud ready to rain on your parade. This is what I’m going to do on Saturday, HBG. I’m removing you from my life. I’m going to completely wipe you off the records. I’m glad I can finally make you look into the pathetic little parasite you are right before Pain for Pride. But as much as you’d want me to fall off the face of the earth, as much as you want me to be erased from history, I will not die. I feel alive. This is the most alive I’ve felt in a while. I swear I’ve never had this much energy splurge throughout my body. You are still my motivation. You still make me want to live to the fullest. I love you, HBG, but I need to fucking kill you in order to get to the spot that I deserve. I swear baby, it’s not personal. ♥
 

Saturday night I will make history. I somehow continue to forget that the show is built around my championship. I’ve been so busy focusing on people who aren’t even worth my time that the thought of maineventing this FPV slips my mind. I’ll be headlining an event that comes right before the pinnacle of events. I will walk into Pain for Pride as Vixen’s champion. The passion that emanates from my body is nowhere near in comparison to my opponents. I want this so bad. I’ve had a taste of how its like being Vixens champion. It can’t end now, it can’t. This is only a slight preview of what it’s going to be like walking into an event knowing that people are there to see YOU. I crave this attention, it’s an insatiable hunger that lies within. I need this and I won’t go down without a fight. It’s as if I’m at the end of my marathon and I’m going to give up – not going to happen. I’m close to the finish line, I can taste it. Saturday, May 8^th will be the day. The rise of Eris LeCava and the demise of Aria Jaxon and the Heart Break Gal. Make the best WIN. – A Message approved by the EAW Vixens Champion, Eris LeCava.

 
First off, I’m gonna dial it back to what you had to say to start off with this week. I imagine you had this whole thing planned and then bam, another message from me came out that you scrambled to nit pick and pick apart. For one, you call me boring when you take everything so literally, in the feed and in any message that someone posts to you elsewhere, that you come across like someone who has no fun. People have been trying to call me boring for months, and then turning around and getting their ass whipped in the ring. Isn’t that funny. You might find some of my style boring, but it’s damn effective for taking out the trash. The same could be said about you, you know? You put up some pretty dull crap yourself. At the same time, at least it’s often confusing enough that it breaks anyone out of the doldrums for one very good reason: they have to rewind and listen to it again to make sure they heard that right. I’m still trying to get over what you told me during Grand Rampage week, that misuse of words that had you accidentally labeling me as unbeatable. I’m flattered baby girl, I really am. Maybe you were really just looking into the future and beyond that match to this one. Maybe you were just trying to let us all know what was going to happen when we met. Of course you weren’t though, I’m not totally deft. As hardcore as you butchered that line, you followed it with saying you were the only one in the Grand Rampage that could beat me. Turns out the only person who beat me is the lone person that has beat me since this year started. So there’s that. I guess you still have a long way to go to accomplish what you really want.
 
You keep talking about our past and the things that were between us. How you finally moved on and how it’s made you such a better person. That was a victory for me, though. I urged you to do that for so long. Because, you’ll deny this, but you were obsessive. You wanted to be everywhere I was. You wanted to be the personal road block between me and everything I wanted, because you wanted to make the road personally tough and personally rewarding for you. But that didn’t pan out for you in the end. And right as Tarah made her short absence from EAW, you decided that I was suddenly your new rival. We’ve been down this road before, and we’re just doing a big circle to come right back to it. I’m not done with you. We’re destined to fight over and over throughout our career because we’re among the best fighters on this planet. The best part of this match is how you’re just expecting to go so over. You talk about me being at my best and say you will beat me at that level. You faced me twice when I was far from my best. One time I took your title right out from under you. The next time I kept you from regaining it back. I’ve only gotten stronger since that point. Meanwhile, you’ve ridden the coattails of a man who’s attempted to take you under his wing and mold you into a champion fighter. His failure will be yours in the long run. And while you walk in here expecting to slap me for bringing up your well-known past or try to drop me to the floor with some maniacal smile on your face, I believe none of that will happen. In fact, I’m more than confident I will deal with everything you throw at me this week and still turn around and drop you on your flat ass to take this win. Nobody can stop you? Well, a lot of people have stopped you. Not gonna change now.
 
I’ve seen good things in you before Haruna. I’m not denying any of that. We were close friends. You were loyal and mostly kind. I saw you fight hard. You use to be much more challenging than you are now. You overcame the odds at the Specialist’s Scramble to become its first=ever champion. You got electrocuted all over the place or whatever, and there you were still dealing with all the interruptions and managing to win that match. But then it took two weeks — two freaking weeks — and you pulled some of the same shit that makes people look down on you at times. And within a month you were put on the shelf. That was not your fault. But you came back thinking you needed to be different and teach people lessons. It was admirable that you lasted as long as you did at Grand Rampage, and I understand why you broke into celebration when you did. There are few competitors in the world who wouldn’t have been as excited as you in that moment and also believe they had won. Unfortunately, what happened was a microcosm of your whole career here. That failure was sadly to be expected. And all along, the Haruna that people liked is out there somewhere just wandering around while the new Haruna with the tough girl act that nobody buys is trying to rewrite her own history. You should have never diverted off the path you were on before. You were still capable of great things before you changed into this.
 
Let’s talk about this GR match again, shall we. For someone who wants to talk about me dwelling on things. Listen my friend, I don’t know if you already forgot yourself pointing this out. But I wasn’t in that match too long. So honestly, I didn’t have the chance to even think about getting my hands on Steph. Also, let’s just point something out that’s painfully obvious. You have no friends in the Vixen’s division. Ok, there. I said it. As much as the match was an everyone for themselves deal, you know how this works. Or are you that deft? Here I can explain it for you. There is like alliances and stuff and they’r elike temporary, ok? And then eventually, thel can’t happen anymore and that’s when you have to buck up and toss your friend over the top rope, you got it? I didn’t spend much time trying to eliminate you. But you are holding some weird quasi grudge that only makes sense to you. My best advice to you is to grow up and stop acting like a child, get over this and just get back to fighting in the ring. I didn’t really care about you as much as you want to give yourself credit for. I was just fighting a match. I screwed up and I lost. You screwed up and you lost. Now we have to fight to decide which one of us is worthy of fighting the new champion in a real match.
 
Alright now to the present. Too afraid to be left behind? Did your boyfriend write that one for you? I wasn’t sure you were ever going to say something. And to be honest, it had been more than 24 hours since I said anything at all. But you’re right about one thing. I’m fired up for this match and I’m excited for the chance to beat you again and then get the shot I rightfully deserve for the Specialist’s title anyways. But let’s get on to how you have no imagination. Back to how you take everything so literally. I’m not framing the entire character of Veruca Salt around you, just one very important quality about her. While you aren’t the spoiled brat that gets everything she wants, you do feel entitled to things. There are things that you think you deserve over other Vixens for justifications that would only make sense to you. Not like how I deserve a title shot because I lost it without even being pinned, no, this is not the same as the defenses you would frame for yourself. But you took this all so literally. You had to remind everyone about how your family works for the 1,000th time. Let’s just be honest about us now, we’re not really friends anymore. Two people don’t talk about each other like we often do and still be friends. There’s plenty you say about me to turn around and question if I was a good friend. That ship between us sailed long ago. The trust issues you have with Vixens is your own problem though and these aren’t secrets. You created these stories yourself over a period of time by airing more of it than you’d like to admit. You’re damn right I complain about things. I’ll own up to it. I complained about the Iconomy, but I got the hell out and became a better fighter because of it. This goes back to our first title fight. These are the same things that I pointed out then that got you so upset. You are not a bad person because you whine or complain. We all do that. The difference is you’ve let it become something that holds you back. And you’ve never shown the propensity to change that. Then you have someone like me who accepts the negatives as something to grow from. They inspire me to push myself beyond what I thought I was capable of before. That’s why I passed you in the first place, and it’s why I continue to be ahead of you to this day. You are competent and strong competitor, but I have the confidence that no matter what you are capable of doing in this match, I can recover and I can triumph. These one-on-one matches have become a bit of a specialty for me as of late. If you don’t believe me, just look down the long list of people that thought they had me beat, only to leave that ring in despair.
 
I appreciate the way you tried to take what I told you and make it bloody, I guess. But while I have confidence, I’m not really full of myself at all. I’ve all along said I’m not unbeatable, just that I present a tough challenge. Me holding the Specialist’s title for five months might be a record for that title, but it’s new, and Eris LeCava has been the Vixen’s Champion even longer. I’m not up floating high over everyone like a balloon or just waiting to get popped. I just have confidence in my abilities and what I’m capable of in that ring. Because every time I face someone, they tell me all about how they are bigger or stronger or faster or more talented. And I never just sit here and accept it. Why should I accept that I am the loser just because someone tells me that. I guess that makes me more like Charlie in the end. While other Vixens that came in with me were tasting success earlier, I had to rise from adversity and the bad situation I was in to rise to the point that I reached in the end. And I remain like Charlie, because even when I’ve lost something I’m still motivated to go for another shot at it. One bad moment wasn’t going to bury me like it often does to others. This is me rising to the occasion. Am I owed a title shot? Probably. But do I have a problem having to fight for it? Absolutely not.
 
I’ve never been someone who couldn’t live without another person. I congratulate you on your newfound independence. I have no reason to forget you because the reality is we’ll never stop fighting. The reality is that at this rate we will eventually be the rivals that you always wanted us to be. Here towards the end of your video you sort of lost touch with reality and mentioned supper and brain damage together in just a couple lines. So I will gloss over that with just a laugh and continue on to what we’re really trying to talk about here. As much as you can’t wait to kick my head in or whatever and make me forget about you, I just can’t see any of that happening when we meet up at Battleground. You can call me Violet and I’ll call you Veruca, but in this game there really is only one golden ticket between the two of us. It’s going to take more than name-calling to claim that ticket. You have all these wishes to make me bleed and make me hurt, but if all those wishes of yours were fishes, the world would be an ocean and we’d all drown. What I’m saying is you wish to do a lot of things that you don’t actually see through. I don’t wish to beat you, I’m going to beat you and I’m going to earn myself a shot at the Specialist’s title. My warpath is only in its infancy, and you’re the first person on the list. Right now you’re the only thing I’m worried about. This is only the beginning Haruna. You should just be happy you got a ticket to the first show.

Dynasty Promo #4



[size=13]Why is the word hate thrown around so much in this day and age? I beginning to believe people no longer understand the meaning of the word as a whole. Hate has such deep roots and yet, it’s thrown around more than the word love. I love this line of work with every fiber of my body. Max, I’m glad you don’t have a standing point against me in terms of like and dislike.. It gives the reason to fight. You wonder why I spend a good amount of time reflecting on the past? The answer is actually quite simple. I talk about the past so much to explain my drive. Unlike many, I’m not afraid to admit to my faults and place them all out on the table and in return, it provides more of the reason why I am going into this match with a win or die attitude. I'm whining? No, I haven't been and I wouldn't ever be. You're one to talk though. Wasn't it you who was whining to and demanding us to even give you a some credit of being a good wrestler? Well maybe preaching it, but many could see your preaching as complaining with the context you put it in. Huh? It was you, wasn't it? See, you shouldn't accuse anyone of something you could be guilty of yourself. Know what that tells me though? That tells me you really are a know-nothing child. Because you're trying to tell me that I'm the one who's whining, when you've been whining for the past couple of days. "Where's my name in their promos?!," "I'm the best dammit!," "I should be the one to face Dachs for the championship!" For the past couple of days, you've been whining and whining. So you know what happened? I gave in, I gave you what you wanted and that was acknowledging you. The thing was, there are nine other opponents. You were somewhat satisfied but you would had rather face me than all nine of us. You wanted a higher percent chance, you wanted to lessen the odds. The only thing is--- you can talk about being the best, but you will never come to my level. While I have waged war against the best this company has to offer, I’ve never stopped fighting. I’m battle-tested. Where are your credentials to solidify you in this company? You claim you’re the best but you have nothing to back that up behind your empty words. I’m in the most dominant faction to ever grace Dynasty.. Omerta. Scott Oasis. The Code Of Strength has captured the World Heavyweight Championship. That’s my comrade. He taught me to keep my head up and my middle fingers higher. Oasis has taught me how to become strong not only on the outside, but mentally as well.  Kingpin, Zack Crash. That is god. He is immortal.. And in return has blessed me with immortal resilience. Zack has given me the time of day when no one would even glance my way, and for that, I’m forever grateful and loyal. The Code Of Depravity, Brody Sparks. Brody is my leverage. She and I have become one as the future. She has taught me to become more vice and in that, more malicious of a human being.. And finally, The Code Of Greed was born. Reflection time is over. In my past, all I did was give to other.. And no matter how bad I want to shape this division and create a future for the elitist who deserve better.. It’s time I’ve made this about JJ Silva. It all begins with a single step.. I’ve began my journey and now I’m making the leap to capturing the New Breed Championship to make this division great again. So allow me to introduce myself, Max.. Hello, my name is JJ Silva… and I’m the NEXT New Breed Champion. [/size]


We paid the iron price. For months, I’ve warned you of what would await you if you didn’t stop digging in schemes where you did not belong, Angelo. I was being sympathetic and I even gave you the comfort of qualifying at House Of Glass but you did not know when to stop. However, it doesn’t surprise me that you’ve returned as a self-centered so claimed Black Prince who thinks that he is invincible. All I see nowadays is elitist walking through that back door and expecting to be handed a guide to the top of the chamber, there is no effort and no self-respect whatsoever. Omerta was formed so that you could learn the meaning of respect because you’ve made it quite certain that you have none whatsoever for the people who stand above your shoulder. Omerta are associates at best and whilst we put ourselves in highest regards, we did not just come together as a faction because we all wanted to participate in some kind of convivial quad-unit in which we would bully other people. People who just get in our way learn the hard way.  If anything, Omerta has formed because we all share common goals and the same enemies. I know many of you are ignorant of this company’s past, much less could care about the individual careers of the elitist in it but let me give you a lesson on what kind of a man you have chosen to pick a fight with, Angelo. Unlike most of those who in this company’s past who have been awarded for their sapping tries, the faction known as Omerta has never been treated fairly considerate by this company. There is no doubt that the duo who complete this triangle are two of some of the best that this company has ever seen but don’t be too quick to assume that their paths to those high chambers was painless. All of us have been neglected more than once by this company for elitist who have been believed to have more probable potential but every single time, EAW comes to realize that its flavor of the week has just run out of its flavor and that they have to come back to the constants that has treated this company with nothing but respect for years. Angelo, you must realize that you’re nothing more than just another flavor of the week. I would be an idiot if I said you had no potential because you left quite an impact with your small tenure here.. But you don’t provoke me as someone who is to be fared of.  I have seen you what you are really for Angelo, a pompous bastard who is trying to make his name in this company by attacking the lower elitist of whom and a guy like me who is of any relevance in this company. Whilst I am enticed by your perception to see that I am still fit to be on someone’s hit list, you must come to realize that this huge impact return goal you’ve made in this small mind of yours has been commendable only due to the fact that my chances of winning this match does exist. There is no appreciation between bastards these days now and that is exactly why I will have no dilemma in putting down Angelo for good and taking the New Breed Championship that Maxwell Dachs so finely kept warm and ready for me when I was ready to take it for him. Like one of the former greats Norman Hellion said, in order to beat the monsters: I had to become who I was not and become a monster myself to get where I want.

[size=13]This match is full of “bests”--- I’m just going to be JJ Silva and still take this one to the house. [/size]

Once again you all underestimate me. Once again you think me taking the initiative in our war of words is a weakness. You associate my excitement with foolishness, but I'm no fool ladies. I know damn well what we're getting ourselves into, I'm aware of what you're all capable of. The difference between me and most of you is that I'm honest with myself. I'm very aware of my strengths and weaknesses. Even with Carlos Rosso's training some of you are still better than me in striking and grappling, but none of you can touch me in the sky. This is the reality that's been dealt to me. Somehow I have to out-strike Haruna, someway I have to out-grapple Azumi. Somehow I have to outsmart HBG, someway I have to out-fight Angela. 

And basically, I have to beat Cailin.

I mentioned you five because the other six seem to have come down with a case of shyness. That was one of my fears about this match. As the seasons changed and the competition grew stiffer, our division became something akin to a revolving door. Those who couldn't hack it left and all that's left are the best in the world. Why this is something many would celebrate, it worries me. Everyday the number gets fewer. How does one aspire to greatness when the one who holds it in their hands is unbeatable? What hope is there if it's denied before it even comes to fruition? As of now there's nobody on this roster who can beat you Cailin Dillon. Even if one of them manage to walk out of Notre Dame the Specialist Champion, you'll just get it back. The Rampage is anyone's game, but your one on one record is practically flawless minus a few screw jobs here and there. None of these participants even come close to what you bring to the table...except me.

I can beat you Cailin Dillon.

I don't say this out of arrogance or intimate familiarity but as a result of quiet observation. See the secret to beating you is obvious. It was under my nose the whole time and it required for me to dig deep and confront my fears. It's patience Cailin. Patience is your kryptonite.

Go ahead, I'll let you laugh. I can wait.

I've watched your matches Cailin. In the first half you're fucking phenomenal. You show and prove why you're the best in this division...until you begin to worry. After that fourth kick out, your eyes glaze over for a moment, wondering what it's gonna take to get the win. Your opponent sees this and instead of taking a methodical approach, they swing for the fences. They get sloppy and then you own them. That's how you had put me through the table. I had the match in the palm of my hands...but I got greedy. You exploited my greed and I became your bitch...

Just like every Thursday night. (blushes)

Sorry, just had to throw that out there. Somewhere HBG is tearing out her hair at the mere mention of our sex life. YES CLAUDIA CAILIN AND I HAVE SEX. LOTS OF IT! Remember when you lost to her at Reckless Wiring? We celebrated with hot lesbian sex! When Eris tapped out in Ireland? We had DRUNKEN SEX!

Go ahead and scream at the computer. I can wait.

You're wondering if there's a point to this? It's your anger. Your anger exists because of ego and your ego exists cause you're just a bully. I don't know if you got the memo, but Mean Girls is so 2000s. Nobody's impressed by your attitude. You can pray to God, kiss up to The Machine, but when someone isn't afraid of you, when someone is willing to look you dead in the eye like a grown ass bitch, it's very hard for you to beat him. You got over on Sexy Curry because Haruna's a push over.

Go ahead and roll your eyes. I can wait.

Haruna you're only confident when you can hide behind a diary and a cast of characters to suck the life out of. Your criticism of me is in facta critique of yourself. That's why you hate me Haruna. Because looking at me is like staring in the mirror. If you wasn't so blind to your own bullshit you would win more matches. My impatience led me into your trap and I- no Cloud paid the price. I didn't change my identity because you beat me and it wasn't because of what Alex said. Something was broken and needed to be fixed. To do it I had to put the Sky Princess on hiatus. She'll be back one day, but for now I come as I am.

There's a pun in there somewhere.

You're not going to walk out the Specialist Champion you glorified choke artist. Mexi can teach you all the hadoukens and shoryukens in the universe, but what he CAN'T teach you is guts. You have none whatsoever Sakazaki. Sitting in the comfort of your home calling me Gorilla, brass knuckles laying beside you. Call me a gorilla to my face baka and see what happens.

Azumi, any time there's more than four people in the ring, you stumble around like a lost puppy dazed and confused. You hate it when we bring up you being in a tag team but remember this: You're the one who discussed your history with us. You're the one who accepted Erica's invitation to form Shinsei Domei. You asked for this Azumi both good and bad. It's time you own up to it. Tomorrow night you'll be in unfamiliar territory, a space only Cai, Haru, HBG, and myself are familiar with. Maybe Alexis too...she's so forgettable.

Just kidding. I'm always thinking about you Alexis. You and Lumen Gray handed me my first loss here in EAW. Of course I've had an incompetent tag partner- no I'm not talking about Haruna. It's good to see you up and about though. I suggest you fight like your life depended on it because as far as I'm concerned Maddie is leagues beyond you. Don't you worry about darkness consuming me because it's become a 'been there done that' thing for me. Formation saved my soul is many ways. Cailin's right about her words giving me focus. But what she doesn't say is all the nights she lay in bed staring up at the ceiling, wondering when her time is up. You see, Cailin fights out of fear, like it's her last day on Earth. This is not a secret considering that this is something documented in past interviews. If you're not willing to lay your life on the line then none of you have any business throwing hands with her.

I'm willing to risk everything Cai.

You're a warrior in every sense of the word. If I wasn't ready to make sacrifices then I have no reason to share the same space as you. This was a reality that I not only had to deal with but a fear I had to overcome. I've had nightmares about what it would take to bring you down Cai. Those nights I woke up in cold sweats? That's why Cai. I had to meditate on this and weigh the worst possible scenario with the best. The conclusion I've reached is to just dive in and come out on the other side as the Specialist Champion with you by my side. As I've stated nobody in this match can beat you one on one when you come back for the rematch. Actually, you should be in the Vixens match fighting for the title. James Shields and HRDO kept you away from what should have been yours and now you're some kind of proverbial measuring stick. It's time you moved on and take the crown bae.

I'll handle the rest.

 
We’re approaching the day of feasts sooner than I could have possibly imagined. Even if I’ve been prepared for this for what seems like forever, I couldn’t have imagine just how freaking excited I would be to tangle with 11 other Vixens of any and every background. We have tag team specialists who think they are something more. We have legends looking to reclaim some of that past glory. And we have people who have been surfing the middle of the card for so long that this title, this match seems like the outlet to something more. Everyone wants to win this title, and most of them are prepared to tell you the exact way they’re going to do it. Mission 1, eliminate the reigning champion. Mission 2, eliminate everyone else and become the champion. It won’t be that easy though. Maybe they should focus on outlasting the others and hoping they can survive what I’m bringing to this match. This isn’t about me disrespecting my opponents, just plainly and confidently saying that I’m prepared for anything. You all have something to prove? Well they’re trying to prove I can’t overcome any challenge they throw at me. That’s my motivation, to win this match and show I can keep on going. If you want to know what to expect from this match, you can expect you will see me with a fire that won’t compare to what anything else could possibly bring. You’re all looking for ways to cap the reign of Cailin Dillon and put her in the past. But I’m here to do what it takes to keep taking this title beyond what anyone could ever imagine. It was built as a title for the lower card fighters trying to make a name for themselves. It has quickly become something that everyone wants, and a challenge no one wants to pass up. It’s like American Gladiators. Every challenger wants to beat the best there is to offer, but rarely is there someone who can win many of the contests. I’ve been as good as it gets as the Specialist champion, and there’s yet to be a challenger that has what it takes to prove otherwise. But this might be reversed. I’m the champion and there are 11 others that want to take it from me. Problematic? Maybe, but I’m not without the confidence that I can still pull this off. I don’t believe in the word impossible. They’ve tried to make this seem like an impossible challenge for me, but I will be the gladiator that slays all of my opponents and rises to the top in the end, the real survivor in a battle of attrition. After all, this match often isn’t about who is the most talented person in the ring at any given moment, it’s about who makes the right moves at the right time and proves themselves to be ultimate combination of survivor and warrior. And that, my fellow Vixens, is a gladiator.
 
Azumi, since you felt compelled to come at me as you did this week, thank you for the laugh. You tried, I’ll give you that. You simply made an argument that fails to hit as hard as you might think. You’re like Jesus’ sister trying to turn water into wine because you want to be just like your amazing brother. But instead you fall flat on your face in a puddle of what’s nothing but plain old water. You have been known as a tag team competitor in your time. Take a breath, and now come to grips with that fact. I’m sorry that it bothers you so much. It doesn’t mean you aren’t adequate on your own, I suppose. Just that you haven’t really proven what you are capable of on your own. You seem to think all I do is compete in tag teams. Umm… you are mistaken. For one, Team DCW only exists in your mind. Team Cross wasn’t a faction, it was just a group of people trying to take down Hexa-gun. The Iconomy is my true lone faction. The Formation is an alliance. But for all you have to say about what I’ve done with all these teams, apparently, you fail to realize that I haven’t needed these groups to accomplish anything. My tenure as the Specialist champion is something I did all on my own. If you do want to meet us on the tag team battlefield after this match, bring your girl Erica and be my guest. Whether fight alongside Aria or Steph or anyone else, the result will be the same as this match. I’m going to win, and you’re going to lose. You’re so confident in your ability to inflict lasting damage through a headlock in this match. I’m even more confident in my ability to eliminate you from this match by kicking you in the mouth. Thanks for playing, girl.
 
Now Haruna wants to take this belt back so she can turn it into a pile of crap. Seriously, have we all missed the roll that Haruna has been on as she cheats her way to wins and sucks off Mexican Samurai in back hallways as he trains her how to be a better fighter? I don’t mean to go so visual with you there, friend, but you’ve almost become more of a valet in a complicated relationship here. You talk about drama, but you’re the queen of drama on the feed. You can’t stop talking about things with me or Steph, and you’re always just waiting to poke your head in with your opinion on something a Vixen has to say. It’s because you’re such a bad ass, right? Because you’ve been so unstoppable lately. Except that’s not really true. You do your thing and cheat your way to these wins, but I won’t stand for that in this match. You, dear, you will be the last one to win this match. You think you can slay me and survive this match? I just see the same Haruna we’ve always known. You’re just wearing a mask and trying to be a mean girl.
 
Steph… what else can I say about you. You try to match my confidence and you think you tame me. You make those bold statements and drop the mic. You’ve really got it all figured out, trying to be the best battle rapper we’ve got in the Vixens division and win this war of words. Don’t forget that I’m the one that’s had to guide you when you’ve been out of your mind. You can thank me for keeping your head on straight after Haruna and Mexi screwed you over for some strange reason. And then when we leave Grand Rampage together, I’ll let you look at that Specialist’s title resting where it belongs, right on my shoulder.
 
This match could go to anyone, it really could. That’s what it’s built as: a winner takes all showcase of 12 Vixens including the champion herself. But I’ve said this once and I’ll say it again. I’ll say it until I’m blue in the freaking face if I have to. There are girls in this match who have no idea what they’re about to enter. These are 11 lambs waltzing into the lion’s den as the door is closed behind them. If I were a gambler, I’d take the lion. But I don’t need to gamble, because I already know the outcome. I am the lion, and I’m about to slaughter this entire match. Grand Rampage is just another night in the historic run behind this title. I’ve been the champion for five months and after this weekend, the reign will live on. There are 10 Vixens who want to prove otherwise and use me as a stepping-stone to glory. There’s one legend who’s trying to use me to become champion again. But there’s only one winner of this match, and that’s Cailin Dillon.

Dark Demon claims I have nothing to lose? I have everything to lose in this match, I maybe walking in as the underdog into this match with the little experience against the veterans like Y2Impact, StarrStan and even the Ireland native Dark Demon but I have everything to gain. The biggest victory of my career is to gain, the feeling you know you made it, winning the biggest match in EAW history, a main event match at Pain for Pride 9 and even a World Championship match less then a year of entering the company. All these reasons are gains in my opinion Demon. Wrestling guys every week? Do you know who I've been against the last few weeks? People like Carlos Russo, people like J.D. Damon, people like Y2Impact and people like Carson Ramsey. I was not added to Grand Rampage just because I am filler, I was added to Grand Rampage because in the executives eyes I am a top prospect from the Voltage brand. People like myself had to fight there way into Grand Rampage after Voltage general manager Ashten Cross laid down the challenge that opportunities weren't given with nice flowers on top. You had to earn your opportunity to enter Grand Rampage every week and meanwhile each week the win was in my hands and let the victory go the Voltage officials saw the potential I have to grow into this business and see I have a bright future here at the land of the elite. What makes me think I can eliminate you and win the biggest Grand Rampage of all time? That answer is simple heart and dedication. Those three words are why I am sitting here today with an entrant into Grand Rampage and that's because I refuse to give up, I refuse to get talked down from the bullies, I refuse to listen that your not good enough for this business, I refuse to just give up in the middle of the ring against all these veterans. I will put up a fight until I am no longer physically able to move a bone in my body. It's simple as that, I never quit in my wrestling career at The Ohio State University and I don't plan on quitting now.

Whoever the front runner is, either StarrStan, Aren, Lucian or even Dark Demon another side of The Wrestling Machine will come out this weekend. Could I break arms left and right? Could I bring back the extreme and replace the Elite name once again? Could I have Plan B in mind? The world may never know but the bottom line is I refuse to take no as an answer this weekend and I refuse to quit in-front of a live, sold out stadium in my first free-per-view event here at the land of the elite. The main goal is to make an impact and make my mark at Pain for Pride 9 whether it be against Scott Oasis, Vic Vendetta, or Mister DEDEDE or who the hell is World Champion by Pain for Pride rolls around, the world will know Lucas Johnson is making history and will not only challenge for championship gold but they will also know that Lucas Johnson is here to make an impact and here to stay.

I am avoiding your harsh words like the plague. Your words have no depth, they are sentences of worthlessness. Your ideas, thoughts and sentences are constructed by your own distorted version of reality.  A reality that only exists in your brain. Isn’t it so obvious? You dream of the day that you walk around this company as if you owned it. You have this idea that everyone fears you; that everyone looks at you with intimidation in their eyes. Your reality is anything but real. The world in which you and I live in is much different. We’re both signed to EAW. We’re both preforming under the Vixens division. We’re both two of the top Vixens EAW has to offer. Although, I am the number one Vixen around these ruins. I’m the vixen who is able to walk around this division like I own it because I do. I’m the vixen who is able to strike fear and intimidation in the hearts of the feeble minded because I have the reputation of fucking shit up and not the way you fuck shit up, Maddie. They’re both vastly different. I am the champion of this division and there will never be a day that I won’t remind you of it. I’ve had so many opportunities to showcase my talent to the entire world and I’ve executed that perfectly. I’ve participated in five star matches and what have you done? Bragging about kicking Tarah Nova’s ass is like bragging about abusing an old, near-death elder. It’s just not as impressive as it used to be. But, come on, Maddie! Don’t think I’m going to bury you under the bus without throwing you a little compliment here and there. You are one of the best of our division. There – I said it. I’m woman enough to admit it. But you’re always be below me. You’re second best, after all - you’re trying to compete for my title, right?
 
My mood has been fluctuating for the past week. One day I’m happy, energized, ready to tackle anything and anyone that gets in my way. Another day I’m sad, depressed, ready to throw in the towel because life is too overwhelming at times. Then there are days when I want to unleash my fury, inflict my agonizing pain on those who dare to question my authoritative figure. Today, however, I’m in a great mood. I feel like a fluttering petal that’s been plucked from its original flower. Just flowing in the wind, curious to see where I’m going to end up on. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking the past couple of days. I’ve been thinking about how I’ve never really had to compromise my internal beliefs in order to get where I am today. I’m still the Eris LeCava I was a year ago. On my debut I made an impact that caught the attention of the higher-ups of this company. There was never a time where I just went where the wind took me, I was always put in a road that had a destination. The destination of greatness, the destination to success. I’ve had an evolving attitude but despite that, I’m still on top of this company and I am having one of the most promising Vixens title reigns in history. But what about you? You’re so good at telling people how they suck, so let’s take a minute and take a look over your career, shall we? As many people may know, I’ve been a fan of EAW programming since it stated almost ten years ago. I’ve always kept up with my weekly shows and I’ve seen extremists turn into hardcore legends. I still remember when I first saw your beautiful face on my tv screen, Maddie. Gosh, how you’ve changed. I remember you coming out there with so much happiness and life glowing from your eyes. You’d walk down the ramp touching every hand you can get. You would dance around like a mad woman trying to put a smile on all of the children’s faces. Then you continued to lose and your efforts to entertain the public went unnoticed. So what does a good Samaritan Maddie do? You turn your back on all of the people who made you into the star that you were. You turned into a materialistic beast who only cared about having gold around your waist. You did a complete 180 and changed everything about yourself. You changed the way you walk, talk, the way you dress, the way you think. But tell me, Maddie, was it worth it?
 
Let’s look at the facts, you’ve been with this company for years and you’re still competing at the same level as you did before. You won the Vixens championship out of straight pity. You beat Tarah Nova when she wasn’t in her prime. If you had really advanced your in-ring talent then you would’ve kept that title with you when you faced me. You would’ve still been champion. You always say the same story “I’ve changed! I’m a different Vixen!” You can easily change your little gimmick but you can’t change your skills overnight. I know for a fact you’re still the same ditzy piece of shit wrestler you’ve always been. You can’t feed me the story that your brothers and sister from the Sanatorium family gave you some special powers to actually be good in the ring. You will always be known as to being a D wrestler, no matter how many times you change your name and your ring attire. You need to get that shit through your head. If you put a pig in a dress, guess what? She’s still a muthafuckin pig.
 

I got into wrestling because it was the only thing that made me happy. I tried working other miscellaneous jobs but they never gave me the surge of energy that wrestling did. I was born to work in this industry. I have the natural talent that many pay millions for. I have defined the true definition for a Vixen. I care for this company and I would never threat anyone with turning it on its head. Is that what you will do, Maddie? Will you stop competing for matches, be a no-show to events if things don’t go your way? You don’t understand how toxic that attitude is. Your entire thinking process is astounding. You try to take a step forward in your career but you end up taking five million steps back. You won’t end up becoming champion if you do take away my title, you’ll end up being a dictator. But luckily for you, that won’t happen. I know that reigns come to an end, but the end isn’t near. I still see a bright future ahead of me. I see a bright future ahead of you, too. You can do other marvelous things with your career if you’d just stop focusing on my title. You’re not up to par, sweetie. Go waste your talent elsewhere because you are not welcomed in my ring. I know it’s hard to hear all of this, but really let that shit sink in. You said it before, one day you’ll realize that this was for the best.

Grand Rampage #4



[size=13]Dark Demon is about as one dimensional as they come. Too many elitist do not listen with the intent to understand. They listen with the intent to reply. This is category that you clearly fall under. Reasoning isn't a part of your vocabulary.[/size]


I've always dealt with things with my very own hands; I like it that way. I find enjoyment in it, and I think you feel the same way, Demon and that's why I've always been fond of you. But in no way does that fondness equate to me liking you. I despise you. I hate everything you represent. I genuinely don't care if you died tomorrow, but I need you to be alive for another week, Demon I need you to make sure your heart's still beating so I can make sure to give you the rude awakening you were destined to receive courtesy of JJ Silva. These matches on Friday Night Dynasty and Monday Night Battleground mean nothing to me. The result means nothing. I want you in that ring, and if I I’ve never been given the chance until now, then I can rely on the fact that it will come Grand Rampage.


Life has been great for me lately, and I'm starting to really get the things I've always wanted.


A wise person always finds a way, and I'm a wise person. I manipulated the system to get this far, and now it's time to get within the system by shutting up one of it’s biggest stars. Quite frankly, I've had it with you making outlandish statements. I've had it with you wasting my time with such empty, empty words even as low as attacking where I come from. You’re truly pathetic, Demon.. That much is VERY clear. BUT let’s just get to the point.. That if you cannot say something to me with substance, than don’t speak at all. I laid out all of my past on the line and you still resort to using it to some kind of advantage? That The Iconomy didn’t work out.. That much was already stated but you begin wasting your time uttering the SAME speech you have all week long because outside of that, you have nothing else on me do you? You’re better than me? Is it because of the titles you’ve held? Hmm.. damn, I think I gave you too much credit when saying you even had a little intelligence.. You truly are mentally incompetent and that much shows. War does not determine who is right - only who is left. This warfare we started a few days ago is too far gone now for it to end in any way but a bloodshed. The animosity that everyone in this match have built up against one another is nothing much like we’ve never seen before, each and every single individual of the 40men are willing to swipe each other heads off. If there are still those who choose to think with their hearts and actually really believe that any of the participants will be able to resurge back after this loss and reconcile amongst one another, I’m sorry if I’m the first to aware you of this news but you must be completely delusional. What will occur this Saturday at Grand Rampage between us all in a match classified as a High interbrand match is what even people in the archaic days much where Demon is from would classify as nutty and what in today’s world might as well be classified as a viable legal version of murder. If you seek safe then you’ve come to the wrong place. Whilst I’ve competed in many vast events during my span of the career, I can fully say heart with a needle to my heart that I have never competed in a match so threatening. When you first join this company, you are usually enticed by its’ name due to the word elite incorporated into it. You realize that whether that may be propaganda or not, you’re clearly expecting some kind of elite signing into this company. The thing is that to the normal fan’s eyes, the debut of that same elitist is considered pale but in the elitist’ eyes; he strictly believes that it is the most elite match that he has ever competed in. A few weeks pass by and then a few months pass by and every match as coming weeks continue on, you realize that your last match is more elite than its predecessor. It almost becomes a scale of how elite you were when you first started and where you stand on the elite scale now. Take a prescription from the man who’s felt his rind burn from the high middle to the bottom and has given a visit to the Heaven’s gates but never crossing them. The thing about scales is that they too have endings, a point in which something becomes too much. If there were to be a match that would stand at the top tier or even break the elite meter then I wouldn’t recommend any other match than my very own. It’s also not like that we are trying to go our maximal peak and try to steal the momentum from everyone else and whilst we are capable of that, it’s just much more than that. All of us aren’t trying to be somewhat we know are not, we are just capable of those calamities all on our own. It just so happens that the participants involved couldn’t be bigger adversaries. Never interrupt your enemy when he or she is making a mistake. I won’t stop any of the 39 other entrants from walking into Grand Rampage this Saturday but I will do my best to make you regret that decision forever.


This has been going on for way too long now. By this point, I suppose everyone should have no clot to empty their blood from and the words, or rather random phrases that Carlos throws out there now actually make sense to our mind. Well I’m still sure it hasn’t got that bad but the point is that we’ve been far too repetitive but I don’t exactly think that’s a bad thing. With repetition comes disclosed weaknesses and by now, I’m sure I have figured most of you out by now. I know from a statistical view, a fan viewpoint or any other way you try to look at this, there’s no doubt in my mind or anyone else’s that Demon and Y2Impact has held the upper hand throughout these battles. Every time we got to pinch them on their arm, they came back and knocked us back out of our misery. The judges opinions so far is that those two have dominated whilst JJ Silva has faltered and the thing is that I am  willing to admit to it, I don’t back down from that. However things may look now, do not be so foolish to think that the present will define your actions in the future. That was then, this is now and Grand Rampage is on Saturday. JJ Silva isn’t giving excuses for all the losses or the overwhelmingly Hexa gun beatings its’ taken in the past, what could I even really say without looking like a sore underdog? It is however saying that all those matches were nothing but small battles leading up to the one actual paramount event, something you people may know as a Rampage. We have not yet begun to fight! What we have participated in were merely battles, almost mind strategies for myself to work with. It was almost as if you knew of my plans and wished to help me out even more. But let’s have a small “talk” about Carlos shall we?  It will be as it always has been, wont It, Carlos? You will always win the small battles and don’t mind that, you are great at that and keep taking pride in that but the matter of fact is that when the real war is on the brink, you falter. You always have and this Grand Rampage will be no different. You’re right Demon, I am a wildcard. You know as well as I do that wildcards aren’t something you probably want to encounter in a ring. You may be a great who defies rules but do you really want a play a game as Grand Rampage as the one we’re participating in on Saturday with a man who bases his life off of opportune and luck? You will find no success here Demon. What drives all of the participants is the shade of green and what drives me is the elimination of all 39 of you. At Grand Rampage, you all will come to realize that everything you’ve believed in for the past while was just a lie. All of you are going to be having a very, very surprising night when my music hits.


Could it be? The very own ghost of my past -- Eclipse Diemos? Ahh.. It is, and in the flesh. You want to talk about DWF? Sure, let’s talk about Diversity Wrestling Federation. DwF World Heavyweight Champion.. 6 Times mind you! One of those times stripping it away from your most dominate reign and putting you out of action for nearly 6 months! Our battle at your own Asylum in Prescott, Arizona.. Both men laid out but was I who could still make my way out the DwF World Heavyweight Champion. Let’s talk about when I.. JJ Silva took it to your son Phoenix and completely demolished him while watching the blood pour from his skull and took a kendo stick repeatedly to your lovely sister, MY EX WIFE, Enessa. We have a great deal of history.. Some is very unknown but I hold the keys to even the darkest portions of your life ranging from the murder of your own mother -- all the way down to the Rellik, Phantom and Prototype. Facts still needed? How about I made your career not only in DWF but also in EAW! Even if The Iconomy disbanded, it was me who picked you up and placed you in the limelight! But you continuously try and mock me?! Let’s not forget you’ve stepped in the opposition role with me twice here in EAW and have never even ONCE beat me! I know that ever since you debuted on Mayhem over four years ago, we have drawn parallels and comparisons to each other for far too long but there is one thing that has always differed between us Eclipse is that my good friend is our mindset. To create something amazing, your mindset must always be relentlessly focused on the smallest detail. You are stuck in this illusion of yours in which you believe that you can gain by others pain. You want to skip all the pleasantries and all the technicalities and just cross the black and white checkered flag before you have even proven anything. You have faced hardships time and time over but you never choose to learn from your mistakes. You have been thrown down the ladder more times than you can count and yet you still claim that you have this magical key to this portal that is going present you the world championship in that crown. You just don't get it Eclipse! It does not matter if you wish to focus on your character of the past or focus on the character of now, the matter of fact is that you never really changed. You just keep creating mere illusions in your head of being a psychotic man: a man with a mission, a man that almost entered the Hall of Fame in DWF and even a man who almost could’ve won the tag team a few months ago so what exactly is your man intending to do this time? A man on his venture on win the Grand Rampage? And when that falters, what will succeed that? I know you have found me transparent and mundane for the longest time with a hint of resentment too but look at yourself and tell me that you see yourself any different. I know one thing and I know this for a fact is Eclipse Diemos, you are a man who I look forward to beating once again: a man that I definitely wish to throw over the top rope and eliminate from the Grand Rampage. I am the man who will bring you back to reality and teach you how it is done. Those wings of yours seem to be fluttering for the last time, they seem to be weighing you down. I'll do you the pleasure of clear cutting those wings of yours and helping you start from the beginning. I am your savior so savor it Eclipse Diemos.


To the one and only, Cameron Ella Ava.. I would never be as naive as Dark Demon to deny your very credible career achievements. You have thrown hands with the best of them and have even beaten Demon on occasions. I see this as a true challenge to test my abilities as a whole as I truly do admire what you’ve done thus far. But they say “You should never meet your idols..” and in this case, you will wish I hadn’t. Even though I can’t help to smile at the challenge -- there is just no way I can let you best me. I have created a doomsday for myself, and at the time I didn't know it... but this world that I am in now is one that I am accustomed to. I am used to it, and when you spend years upon years making money off of bloodshed, you learn to love it. You sacrifice the pain for the pride, Cameron, and that is what I will do this Saturday night. I will put it all on the line. The faith that I have, Cam, is one that is making me realize that I am only human. I am just a human being who makes mistakes, and one of the many mistakes I am going to regret later on in my life is by the damage I will do to your career. There's a short lifespan for any elitist or vixen in this company, and yours will only be shortened when you step inside that ring with me. Threat? Yes. But this threat has layers to it. This threat has a long-history behind it, Cameron. When I was inches away from being in a title contention and was unsuccessful, I dealt with it. I knew I would be back... but on that same night, you nearly took away my life by winning the Interwire Championship, Cameron. And that moment made me realize just how alive I was.


I am alive.


I am well.


And I'm going to kick your ass.


I am full of confidence. Always have been and always will be. In that ring on Saturday night, it is many other adversaries. Everyone for themselves.. They say a coward dies a thousand deaths, a soldier dies but one. I expect you to die many times then, Cameron. I mean, it only makes sense. As far as I'm concerned, Cameron, I don't need to prepare myself for anything. I'm always prepared. I'm always ready. This is the most important time of my career, and I can't stop and will not stop. There's no time for me to hold back. I'm coming at you with full-force and no retreat.




[size=13]This Grand Rampage will be all about me, all you other players are just pieces waiting to be knocked over a rope.[/size]

 

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

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


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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Carlos stares over the woman for a moment.)

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kidding.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



LESSON NUMBER TWO: ACCEPT THAT YOU ARE NOT.


I’m done.

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

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



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

For the past week Carlos helped me sharpen my instincts as a striker. I was able to successfully counter most of his strikes with ones of my own...

That he would then counter and knock me flat on my ass. It wasn't perfect, but I'm a better fighter now than I was a week ago and at the end of the day that's what mattered. Today though, the day before my Battleground match Carlos was going to train me in the ways of ground grappling. He was wearing his traditional red training gear while I was in my black C9 training wear. It felt a bit awkward wearing a 'Cloud' outfit, but despite the name change C9 fashion was still selling and the CloudNation was still active. The fan club is currently discussing changing the name to 'StephNation' but Curry fans threatened a social media beef. You gotta love the internet.

Carlos and I were sitting on a mat in the middle of a MMA gym located in downtown London. I was staring at a few trophies on the wall when Carlos began his lesson.

"Hip positioning is the cornerstone of any fighter's ground game" he said. "You have to know when to shift your movements in order to gain the advantage over your opponent. When you're trying to break out of a submission, knowing how breathe is essential. You could be the toughest son of a bitch, but if you're caught in a compromising position, that's your ass."

"Yeah..." I said softly.

My eyes drifted to my phone sitting nearby. I saw a notification from EAW staff: I was in the Specialist Rampage.

"What's up?" Carlos asked.

I showed him my phone.

"You're in. Looks like we have work to do."

"Yeah..."

"You know you're going to have fo fight her right?"

"I know."

"Are you prepared for that?"


Am I prepared? This is a question I've been asking myself for the past few hours. Am I prepared to fight my girlfriend? Am I prepared to throw hands with an ex-lover? Am I prepared to fight my rival? There are more questions to ask, but there's several I already know the answer to...

I'm prepared to fight you Nobi. I'm prepared for anything you plan on throwing my way. You beat JD Damon one-on-one which is no easy feat. But, I'm not JD Damon. He's a former champ but I retired Cleopatra which is an accolade that only belongs to me. There are many former Pure champions, but only ONE slayer of Cleo. This by no means is me throwing shade her way, but it is what it is. This is a fight you're gonna have to take a little more seriously than you would like to. Our match is pretty much my preparation for the Specialist Rampage. A win tomorrow night will propel me into Saturday night with enough fire to set the world ablaze.

I'm tired of the losses...tired of the screw jobs...tired of my peers putting their noses up to me. Twelve of the baddest bitches in the the world and I could be the one standing tall in the end, title raised in the air. The beauty of this is that the Specialist Championship will stay in Formation...it'll just have a different owner. Even if I don't win, Cai will not fall lightly. So if not me, then Cai. As a former partner once told me not to long ago, I will always have chances. This is just another one of those opportunities. Cailin Dillon built the groundwork and I'll make it my personal mission to finish the project: a mountain of success, made from the legacy that my bae and I will leave behind.

Take a seat sweethearts and sip your lemonade. Formation has it covered.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Dynasty promo #4


The scene opens inside the Executive suite of the Ritz-Carlton Montreal. It is here that we find EAW's self-proclaimed Social Media Champion "Picture Perfect" Mark Michaels, standing outside in the balcony, soaking in the sight of the city at sunset.


Michaels: "Montreal, Quebec, Canada. The town that style, and fun forgot. This city is so dull, and bland, and entirely uninteresting that I'll bet the only people who chose to visit here, are Chris Elite fans. And those accents, yuck. Someone need to tell these guys that the whole French fad is so out right now, it's basically the new white after Labor Day. "


???: "Hey Mark, you got a second?"

Michaels agent Johnny J, steps into the frame, joining Michaels on the balcony.

Michaels: "Sure Johnny. Is everything okay?"

Johnny: "Yeah, I just wanted to Check in with you, and see how you're feeling. Was your flight alright? Did you eat anything? Are nervous about the big night tomorrow?"

Michaels: "Nervous? Why in the world would I be nervous? Tomorrow night, I am go my to step out in front of all my followers in the Bell Center, and trounce that good for nothing, choke Lucian Black."

Johnny: "Now, now, don't get too overconfident Mark, Lucian has fought wars with some of the biggest names that have ever graced EAW."

Michaels: "Yeah, and he got his big, Samoan ass handed to him single every time. See while I have proven time and again that The bigger the match, the brighter I shine, Lucian meanwhile me has demonstrated over and over again this past year, how he just doesn't cut it in the when the spotlight is focused squarely on him. And yet somehow this asshole is considered the face of Dynasty. Somehow has Conning, Monroe, and the rest of the knuckleheads that serve on the board of directors, so wrapped around his finger that they keep turning a blind eye to the fact that their chosen champion, is a nothing more than an over hyped, under developed, muscle headed chump who won't last five minutes in the ring with me.

Well that is gonna start changing Tomorrow night. I am going to give Lucian a first class flight on the end of my boot, all the way back home to San Fransisco. After I'm thru with him, he'll have no choice but to step aside, and let the true face of Dynasty take his rightful place. Then the board will have to finally start showing me the proper respect by paying what I've long been owed in terms of power, in terms of money, in terms of reverence, glory, and championship opportunities. And the board is going to hand it all on a silver platter after That fucking bell rings.

The Mark Michaels era begins with my victory tomorrow, because from there I'm going on to the main event of battleground, where I'm going to dominate not one, not two, but three of the fastest rising young talents that Elite Answers Wrestling has to offer, and pocket a cool twenty thousand dollars while doing it. And then I'm gonna go on the the Grand Rampage match, where I intend to toss thirty nine unfortunate asshole right over the top rope, and cement my spot in the main event of Pain For Pride."


Johnny: "That's a mighty big claim there Mark, maybe you should just..."

Michaels (interrupting): Maybe nothing! I have had it with being squandered, and while to the uneducated, head stuck in the sand haters, this might sound like preposterous boasting, all of my followers know without a shadow of a doubt, that every word that passes thru my lips is a guarantee direct from the Twitter trendsetter, the Instagram icon, the hash tag hero to a an entire army of followers. Followers who have recognized that I am undeniably the total pack of looks, charisma, and in ring skill that is unmatched by any other. That is why they have pledged the self to me, and have called on me to represent them as their undisputed Social Media Champion. This Friday, Dynasty's destiny kick in the front door, and proves once and for all that Mark Michales is the brightest Burning star that Elite Answers Wrestling will ever come to know. And most Importantly, proves that Lucian Black was nothing more that a glory stealing fraud who try as he, could never EVER stand the slightest hope of measuring up to the true embodiment of Perfection. I will be standing over Lucian with my hand raised, while he will be laid out, embarrassed, with nothing else to do but stare up at the lights. And no matter who likes it or not, everyone in the Bell Center, as well as everyone watch at home, will be Picturing THAT!"


Johnny: "I can't wait to."


Michaels, and Johnny share a quick laugh as the video fades to black.