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The scene begins with Eris LeCava on her personal laptop searching something on google
 
Eris: Was I really named after a dwarf planet?

 
Eris: Well, fuck.
 
She begins to read further into the article.
 
Eris: Hmm, the most massive dwarf planet? Well, I am pretty short – no lie about that. Do I have a bit more meat on my bones? You’re damn right I do. I have muscle, whereas some other ladies can’t gain a pound of mass because they were unfortunately born as crack babies. Shitty parents suck.
 
She continues to read the given article. After a moment, she leans backwards on her chair and begins to laugh.
 
Eris: Hah! I knew Maddie only did a google search but she didn’t ACTUALLY do further investigation. This planet was discovered in January of 2005 and obviously I’m a bit older than that. Although, I wouldn’t mind being named after this planet. At least my parents did me the gratitude of naming me after something significant, something that’s in the record books as to the largest dwarf planet in the solar system. The positive side is that I wasn’t given the name that is one of the most generic names to ever exist in the human race; Maddie. You only name your kid that if you want it to have the destiny of becoming a stripper – I guess your parents weren’t all that off.
 
Eris closes her laptop.
 
Eris: Since you’re so curious as to where my name originates from, I’ll be more than happy to tell you! Trust me – it’s a nice tale. My parents made sure that I knew where my name came from so I could go on from there. They wanted me to live my legacy of the Greek goddess they were obsessed with; Eris. Eris is a Greek goddess of chaos, strife, and discord. The goddess of chaos, Maddie. The goddess of strife; of conflict and disagreement and discord; where there is a lack of peace and harmony. That’s where my finisher comes from – Discordia. Whenever I preform my belly to belly mat slam I want the peace to end. I want nothing but madness run through the mind of my opponent. Seeing the glimpse of hope drain from their eyes as I cover them and the referee hits the mat not once, not twice, but THREE times. The goddess Eris was adopted as a deity of the Discordian religion. That’s what you should do, Maddie, adopt me as someone you look up to. Don’t look at me as an opponent, look at me as a mentor. I can teach you things HBG has taught me. You have some potential, but you’re hanging out with the wrong crowd. You always interject yourself with useless, talentless people. This is why you’re always the odd woman out. This is why you always get the shitty end of the stick because your judgement is SHIT. I want to help you because THAT’S what a great Vixens champion does. I want to help you succeed so one day, one glorious day, you can be as successful as I am. Although, I see nothing but resentment towards me whenever I look at you in your beautiful eyes. Why? Why do you hate me so much, Maddie? I know I beat you, humiliated you, completely tore down any sort of hype you had – but does that doesn’t mean you should have ill feelings towards me! Also, it’s funny how you say that you didn’t need this championship in order to main event “countless” FPV – so why do you want it? You’re obviously much better without it, so why are you over here trying so hard to intimidate me by name calling me in attempts of lowering my confidence so my performance isn’t my usual 100%? You’re so foolish, Maddie. You don’t talk with confidence; you talk with your ego inflated to the point where it’s going to explode. You talk as if you were blind, with shit covered in your already fucked up eyes. I don’t mind if you send me to hell, Maddie. I’ve been there and I kind of liked it. Every time I’ve been pushed down to the cold, hard, gravel I come back as a stronger person – a more vindictive person – a person with more anger and hatred fuming inside. You can continue to ignore my comments towards the validity of your new found persona and that’s fine. It further shows that you’re just cowering away because you know that I’m right. You can dream of being a 2x Vixens Champion, but I’ll just go ahead on to my 4^th month of my reign. And then my 5^th and 6^th until I someone who’s actually impressive comes towards my direction.  
 
………….
Damn.
 
If there’s one misconception all of my opponents have is that they believe I *think* I’m the shit. I KNOW I’m one of the finest Vixens EAW has to offer. I have my matches – win or lose to back me up. The qualities of my matches are outstanding. I’m always told by EAW management that my in-ring work is phenomenal. If I’m being complemented by the head honchos of this place, what makes you think I won’t use that to my advantage, Tarah? It’s not even an opinion – it’s a god given fact. You can compare me to Maddie but if there’s one thing we have that’s similar is that we’re both on the same level. You, on the other hand, you’re way below. Way, WAAAAAY below. Sure, you took out Alexis on Battleground but before that can you please tell me of an event where you completely stole the show? I’m sure Maddie can answer that, ya know, when she completely kicked your ass in your previous matches. And I know for sure I can answer that, I’m Vixens champion and I’ve been successful at every title defense I’ve had which were against a lot of well-known opponents – INCLUDING MADDIE. So what is that to say about you, Tarah? And as for the whore comments – well, I’m just using how you portray yourself in EAW to my advantage. If you don’t want anyone to talk about your provocative ways, then why act that way? Why can’t you act like a respectful Vixen who can stand on her own? And no, how about we get real for a minute RIGHT NOW; why do you think you’re superior than me, Tarah? Hmm? Can you answer that as a fact or as a biased based response? Why do you strongly believe that you’re superior than Maddie? Hasn’t she kicked your ass for months? You’re living in your past, Tarah. You’re living back then when you were in your prime and everyone wanted a piece of the “Vixen Killer”. The Vixen killer is non-existent. The Vixen killer has gone on and killed herself. The Vixen killer is simply the vixen injurer. You’re not as good as you used to be and it’s written all over you. The fact that you call yourself a leader is laughable. A leader, you? You’re a clingy bitch, that’s what you are. A parasite. Personally sucking off as much attention as you can, literally. Call me a lap dog, as if it’s offensive. Call me a weak bitch, as if it’s offensive. Maybe if HBG were to call me those names I’d take offense, but that’s coming from you. That’s coming from YOU. (Eris laughs) THAT’S COMING FROM YOU!!! Ms. Has-Been. Oh and congrats on taking out Alexis, although it won’t do you any favors. Beforehand, Alexis was seen as the weakest link and now that title goes to you, Tarah Nova. The weakest of the trio Tarah Nova, how does that feel?
 

And sorry, I know that you’re accustomed to takings godly things up your ass but I’ll have to take a pass. I have better things to do than follow your taboo-like daily routine. You can go ahead and unleash your old self while I unleash my new self – the Eris LeCava you’ve never been in the ring with. I already know your old move sets and the tricks you usually had up your sleeve… but you DON’T know mine…

Reckless Wiring Promo #4
 
PicPerfectMichaels has uploaded a video:




 
 
(Iggy Azalea’s Fancy starts up in the background.)
 
Announcer: “It’s the Shout-Out Show, and no here is your host, MARK MICHAELSSSS!!!!!”
 
Michaels strolls into the frame dressed sharply in his Grey with white pinstripe ‘T-Shane’ Slim fit dress shirt from Hugo Boss, tucked into his Kenneth Cole blue jeans,  the whole ensemble is capped off with his favorite pair of gold rimmed Gucci aviator sunglasses,  and his Million dollar grin painted on his face.
 
 
Michaels: “Welcome my dear followers to the hottest worldwide trending talk show across all of social media, welcome to the Shout-Out Show!  We are just five days away from the only EAW event where you the fans are gonna be the ones calling the shots.  You have the power to choose the stipulations for each match, so if you haven’t already, go online to EAWrestling.com right now, and cast your vote for our Reckless Wiring FPV.  And while you’re at it go ahead and subscribe to EAW Network to make sure you don’t miss any of the action.  I tell you I can hardly wait for this Saturday night, live from the Sprint Center.  This card is stacked from top to bottom with great matchups, and in case you’ve been hiding under a rock for the past week, we got the rundown of all the news that you need to know, so let’s get started baby!








A few short weeks ago at Fighting Spirit 2, the group known as Hexa-Gun won ownership over the Voltage brand.  It shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone that HDRO wasn’t exactly happy with the outcome.  But what did come as a shock to many, was that last Sunday he decided to go double or nothing and has wagered his ownership stake in Elite Answers Wrestling against Hexa-Gun’s ownership of Voltage in a best of five series at Reckless Wiring, and what’s the topper, if Hexa-Gun fails to win three out of their five scheduled matches, they will have to disband.  I tell you followers, a lot is on the line for both Hexa-Gun, and EAW as a whole.  It’s all or nothing this Saturday night.
 
And that’s just the tip of the iceberg.  We’ve got the a ton of other great matches that have been made, including the Gold Rush tournament finals, and Eight, count ‘em, eight championship that are up for grabs.  One of those championships, is the currently vacant New Breed Championship, and that one will be determined in a triple threat match the will feature Maxwell Dachs, and yours truly, along with your choice to represent Voltage.  Now we here at the Shout-Out show know that your vote is very important, because your choice says a lot about who you are.  So with that in mind let’s take a moment to go over the candidates, and how casting a vote for them reflects on you.
 
Let us start with that Samoan savage Hamau Koa.  Now there are somethings to like about this guy, he’s certainly has an impressive look to him.  And without a doubt he has to be the strongest man out of all the nominees.  But like a lot of other big men, he’s clumsy, and a bit slow upstairs if you get what I’m saying.  He wouldn’t know the difference between a wristlock, and a wrist watch.  Picking Koa is like donating money to  an overweight special Olympian, so you should only chose him if you want to look more charitable to your friends.
 
Next up there’s  Boston’s own Beretta.  Now Beretta is a cocky, grining, douchebag, who’s had some success in smaller wrestling promotions, but has yet to really make a splash here in EAW.  But even though he’s been all sizzle and no steak in his time here so far, he thinks he’s deserves better. Let me tell you right now, the only thing he really deserves is a boot to the ass. That oily hair having guido is all talk, and his best days are far behind him.  Vote for him if you have trouble letting go of the past like he does.
 
And then we have Ryan Davis, the guy who walks like me, talks like me, and has this creepy hand fetish.  Ryan is another one of those glass jaw Cruiserweights Weeklings that know they can’t hang with a master  technician such as myself, so he has to do all that flippy bullshit that will sooner leave him in a wheelchair, than win him a match.   And because Ryan has an apparent inferiority complex, which is well warranted by the way, he tries to act like a badass by crippling no name chumps.    The only way he’d ever cripple a man of my talents, would be if I break my foot off in his ass!  Vote for Ryan if you want to see why nothing can compare to pure Perfection!
 
But if odd, hipster jackass is more your style, then you might want to consider Kenny Drake.  The man who’s a jack of all trade, but a master none.  Yes Kenny has done well for himself by being a true student of the game, and I can respect that.  But there’s a difference between imitating your favorite wrestlers, and actually being able to stand against their contemporaries.  Kenny baby take a word of advice, theres a lot more to this great sport than just know a few fancy moves.  It takes hard work, dedication, blood, sweat, tears, and more hours of prep work that anyone could ever imagine, to even be able to think about being considered for a championship match, let alone actually win the damn thing.  And from what I’ve seen of you Ken, I know you aren’t ready.  You might be trying to fool yourself into thinking you are, but when I look into your eyes, I know that you just don’t have what it takes.   Kenny might have been made in Oregon, but if he’s the one who winds up in this match, he’s going to be ended in Missouri, and that alone is reason enough to vote for him.


And last on this list, we have Phoenix Winterborn, that man that the world proclaimed had his coming out party, by winning the Open Fight Gauntlet.  Now while it was a good win for the kid, let us not forget the lesson of Dustin Brasch.  You know, the guy who got a few wins, and everybody got all hot and bothered for, and got rushed into matches against Dynasty’s A-List.  See we all know that you must be riding high from your win at Fighting Spirit Two, and why shouldn’t you?  You entered your match last and you were barely able to pick up the pieces of a worn out opponent, but a win is still a win.  Now with that said, you’ve must have realized by now, that there is a world of difference between that Gauntlet match, and the upcoming triple threat.  Namely the fact that you can’t hid behind the curtain for this one. You are going to have to stand toe to toe, with the man who could have beaten each and every one of the chumps with one arm tied behind his back.  If you happen to be the man chosen to represent Voltage, you’ll be tasked with the impossible, because like they always say, there’s no beating Perfection.  .  If anyone wants to see a man with his head in the clouds, come crashing back down to earth, go ahead and vote for Phoenix Winterborn.
 






(at the bottom of the image there is text that reads 'Maxwell Dachs 2015- 2016)
Now before we wrap things up, we want to take a moment to remember the late Maxwell Dachs.  It’s saddening to see how a once such promising athlete, has become a sad, pathetic, shell of a man, in such a short amount of time.   IT’s gotten so bad that Max has basically already announced his retirement from the sport, because he has officially gone on record as to say that he will take his ball, and go home after I beat his ass one, Two, three, in the middle of the ring.  And if you’re thinking that this self-wallowing, emo act is going keep you from the ass kicking of a lifetime, guess again pal.  I don’t care whether it’s the man you are, or the man you were, or lady you’re gonna be after the surgery, you will not find any sort of redemption, or vindication this Sunday night.  Not while I’m still breathing.  You see Max, you’re not the only one who needs that belt.  You’re not the man who has passed over time and again for flashes in the pan like Dustin Brasch, Trent Yoder, and our old pal Jaden Zaxaria.  You’ve had your chances, and you kept coming up short each and every time.  Meanwhile I’ve had to scratch and claw my way to this match.  And I did it all with the stiffs who run this joint, turned their noses up at me.  But that time is over, and nothing, and no one will stand between me, and everything that I desire.  And you better bet your ass that what I desire most right now, is the New Breed Championship.  I’ve more than earned it, and come Reckless Wiring, by god I am taking it.
 
When take apart, and look thru the EAW roster, you won’t find another man who is more worthy that I am of being the next Elite Answers Wrestling New Breed Champion.  I am the total Package of amazing looks, endless charisma, and unmatched in ring talent.  I am the man who is a master of Multi-Man Matches.  I am the only man who can the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the Hash tag Hero to millions upon millions of followers from each and every corner of the globe.  I am the man who has stood the test of time, unlike so many others in the Breed Division, and that is just one more reason why I have been chosen to represent the people as their undisputed Social Media Champion.  I am the future of this sport, that’s why I am the Destiny of Dynasty.  I have an army of fans who sell out arenas, buy up boatloads of merchandise, and keep the TV ratings at record numbers.  That’s why I am the Brightest Burning Star that EAW will ever know.   And what has made it all possible, is that I am the greatest professional athlete to ever lace up a pair of boots, that’s why I’m the man who’s going to get his hand raised in victory on March twenty sixth.   That’s just the way It is, and whether you like it or not, you will Picture THAT!”
 


(with that the video comes to a close.)
 

FADE TO BLACK.

Vixens Cup #4


Azumi is in her hotel room, preparing everything for the final appearances before the Vixens Cup. When suddenly there's a knock at her door.

Azumi: The door's open come in.

As the door opens we see Azumi's younger sister Sakuya Goto enter the hotel room.

Sakuya: Hey Azu, miss me.

Azumi goes over and hugs her sister.

Azumi: Thanks for coming on such short notice. My nervousness was getting out of control.

Sakuya: No problem, I mean for someone who's been talking a big game you sure look nervous.

Azumi: obviously, I mean look at me. My hair is losing color, most of my ring attire is back at my apartment but please tell me you brought what I requested.

Sakuya: Yeah it's with me in luggage bag.

Sakuya goes outside only to bring a pink luggage bag inside the hotel room. She places the luggage on top of Goto's bed and opens it up and pulls out a ring attire that's full of color, a red and gold traditional fan and, A colorful Japanese style jacket with Gold being the primary focus.

Sakuya: There you go, everything you ordered from The Miyazaki Shop. They send there good luck to you.

Azumi: Tell them I said thanks. By the way where are mom and dad?

Sakuya: They're going to be Thursday. So tell me what do you need to do for you?

Azumi: 1. My hair needs to get color, it's starting to lose its luster. (She starts counting finger for everything she says.) 2. Need you to come with me to a radio show appearance and finally I want you to meet Erica.

Sakuya: Your mentor?

Azumi: Yup, the one and only.

Scene transitions to Azumi and Sakuya in front of a mirror. Both ready for their appearance later on.

Sakuya: Alright, tell me has any guy come into your life since you joined EAW.

Azumi: Nope.

Sakuya: So tell me what's that girl name and don't worry I'll convince Mom and Dad.

Azumi: No one is in life.

Sakuya: Really career first mind. You can't wrestle forever.

Azumi turns around and looks at her sister.

Azumi: You ready, I can't be late for this.

Sakuya: Yeah, let's go.

Both of the Goto Sisters leave the hotel room.

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Vin Diesel says all the time in his movie “Who needs friends when I have family”. With my family watching and cheering me on for this tournament, my chances have doubled or even tripled. Everyone there with me for every match of the tournament. I know I sound a little sappy and a little to emotional and that can probably screw me over but that's not going to happen. You see Cloud talked about it, what I have is not just confidence but the skills to prove it. To me, Silence is turning into a sparring partner because of the amount of times I've faced her. By the way Cloud, that girl you have playing me is Adorable but next time get pink hair instead of read hair.

When I see the right bracket, I see the ones who are the featured attraction in this division but the left is the underground side. The left bracket are the undrafted, the underdog, where the real tournament is happening and damn right I'm happy that's where I'm position at because no offense to Aria, Erica, Tarah but I'd rather want to be in the finals representing the underdog bracket then the featured attraction bracket.

I'm a Onna-bugeisha, a female warrior that existed during the feudal era. A warrior who's skill matches a Samurai. My wrestling is my Naginata, my bladed spear and I'm ready to strike anyone dare stop my ever growing kingdom. People say “Kings Never Die” but I'm The Queen Who Won't Die.

(Wanted to try a new style of promo writing).

 
 
Cailin stares out the window of a moving car as they pass landmarks throughout New York City.
 
Cloud: Whatcha thinking about over there?
 
Cailin: I have so much on my mind. You have no idea.
 
Cloud: Well… tell me about it?
 
Cailin turns back and looks at Cloud Matsuda, smiles and crosses her arms to her chest.
 
Cailin: I was just thinking about Sunday. It’s going to be a humongous match and my team is going to shock everybody. Especially our opponents.
 
Cloud: Well heck yes you guys will win. With you and Aria on that team, Team Cross gold.
 
Cailin nods her head and smiles as she folds her hands into her laps and laughs softly.
 
Cailin: For the past couple months everything I’ve done has been about helping me. But now… I’m going to help EAW. We don’t need Hexa-gun. It’s time to put them in the past.
 
 
Throughout this week we’ve heard the same Hexa-gun spiel we’ve all been subject to for months. They have had a long, drawn out reign of terror all focused on them forcing their opinions and ideals upon the rest of us. They are the ultimate idealists, ruthlessly telling us how it’s going to be because that’s how they want it. And when they’re threatened, they pout and they whine. How dare someone challenge their position as the ultimate voice of power throughout EAW. But that power actually doesn’t exist. It’s something they’ve manufactured mentally, all based on success they highlight and failures they erase. They have turned away their detractors through ruthless, unmatched aggression. When they put their powers together they believe themselves to be unbeatable. But this is all part of a bigger illusion they created in an attempt to strike fear in their opponents. But they have failed, and they don’t even realize this. Of course they wouldn’t accept failure. Who would? But these mistakes continue to build up for Hexa-gun, and the choice not to acknowledge them is what put them right here at the end of their line. Whether they choose to believe it or not, they will fall at Fighting Spirit. The end is nigh for Hexa-gun. There clock is ticking at this very moment, and it’s nearing zero at a lightning-fast pace.
 
They would have everyone believe that Team Cross is spouting off their collective mouths and making crazy assumptions. Yet what we’ve said hasn’t been nearly as backwards as the things we’ve heard from you. You expect us to just shut up, get out of the way, lie down and take the beating of our lives. Who’s to honestly say you won’t be shocked by this match? Who is to honestly confirm that Team Cross doesn’t have what it takes to not only match you punch for punch, but to go beyond that and deliver the knock out blow that brings an end to everything you’re trying to do. For me, it doesn’t matter how many times you try to break down the intentions of Hexa-gun. The truth is that it couldn’t be more obvious. This isn’t about bringing extreme to EAW. For all the talk we hear from you guys accusing others of trying to use matches against you to raise our station, you use Hexa-gun for one purpose alone: for the self-service of the six of you. You hope to use this as a way to raise the appearance of power you have. You use this as a way to make you feel like you have an impact in the decisions that are made behind the scenes. And cherry on top it all us you claim your doing this for a noble reason. You decided long ago that you just weren’t having the EAW name change. You just couldn’t agree with elite because it signaled a move beyond focusing on what you accomplished as extremists. Your achievements will live on forever in EAW, but that doesn’t mean the rest of us must fall to our knees and kiss your feet. It doesn’t register you with the right to control the destiny of this company. This is when we fight back. This is us saying enough. This isn’t about any of us individually, this is about EAW. We’re taking down Hexa-gun not for ourselves, but for everybody in EAW who is annoyed by your tired bullshit. Your go-to moves have long been pointing out your living legend status or saying how much better you are then everyone else. We hear you tell us that we’re in over our heads. We hear that no one could possibly matchup to Hexa-gun because you’re all in sync. These are just superlatives that are either untrue, or won’t play a role in the final outcome of the match. Just once I’d love to hear you admit this won’t be easy. For an entire week Eris LeCava made a mockery of a match with me. I shut her up for a day, but now she’s back to committing the same sins she did before. And those mistakes are just smaller reflections of what Hexa-gun is as a whole. We won’t just back down, but we will keep coming at you until we are satisfied. We’ll keep fighting until we take you down. You better beat every last breath out of our collective lungs if you hope to survive this match. But the fact is, Hexa-gun won’t make it beyond this moment. This is an extinction level event for Hexa-gun. It’s time for you to stand on your own and find something new to fight for. The lies that you’ve been fighting behind aren’t fooling anyone anymore. This is like a debate mixed with a deathmatch. The whole world has grown tired of hearing your rehearsed spiel. We’re not going to take it anymore.
 
You see yourselves as royalty and us as peasants. We have no problem overthrowing the corrupt kingdom within the EAW nation. We will come loaded with all the power we need to end your reign and empty the castle. EAW doesn’t need a monarchy, and it doesn’t need a group of douchebag radicals who pretend to be fighting for something that doesn’t need defended. You are drunk with the power you’ve been able to hold, even if it gives you no real advantage over any competitor. You have been strong for some time, but time is now coming to an end. You might have toppled mere giants before, but you have not become gods and goddesses because of it. It will take pebbles to end your string of terror. You have become the high and mighty hogs who hold your accomplishments above everyone else, while downplaying anything any one else has ever achieved. If this has truly always been just about the six of you and you alone, as I suspect it has, then that’s how it will end. When times become desperate in this match, the six members of Hexa-gun will start fighting for their individual lives. When the only thing left to fight for is their own reputation, it will supercede the importance of the group. That is the real truth about Hexa-gun and their egos. When their castle is emptied, ransacked and razed to the ground, they will run their separate ways and pretend this failure never happened. But for the rest of EAW, it will always evidence of just how fragile that group really was. The rocks are about to shatter your glass house. This isn’t the death of extreme, because extreme will never die. This is the death of the few who tried to use extreme to leverage additional power. This is the death of Hexa-gun.
 
What you’ve said this week has meant very little. It varied from broken record to desperation. There were hints of fear and irrationality. The magnitude of this match hasn’t been missed by Team Cross, but it’s been often ignored by the other group. The fighting spirit of Team Cross won’t be able to be ignored on Sunday. We’re not going to back down and we’re not going to give up. You can give us everything you’ve got, but we refuse to make this easy for you. We know the challenge of this contest and we embraced it long ago. We’re coming in with a mission to end Hexa-gun once and for all and we aren’t leaving until we accomplish that goal. The time for words is coming to a close, and it’s drawing near the time for us to settle this in the ring. Not only did we make our points heard loud and clear throughout this week, but our actions will ring true when we show up to Fighting Spirit. I’ve heard that we don’t have the ability to match you in the ring or intellectually, but these are the claims of a group that’s about to see their usefulness come to an end. No one need Hexa-gun, and no one needs your self-obsessed charge with inflicting your agenda upon an entire company. Hexa-gun ends this Sunday, period.

ONI, the only person you are lying to is yourself. What has King Diemos crafted for you? He did NOTHING for you and stop finding a way to feel better about yourself because you aren't the greatest wrestler here at the land of the elite. I am very damn proud of my Machine Break submission move and I can easily break your arm if you want me to. Stop focusing on Diemos' next move and worry about yourself because this Sunday is probably the biggest match in your career at this moment in time. This is the hottest New Breed division Voltage has to offer and Ashten Cross laid the gauntlet on the table. The light at the end of the tunnel is right in front of your eyes so wake up for two damn seconds and get ready to wrestle your heart out. 

Beretta, I am focusing on my Battleground match against Maxwell Dachs as well but Fighting Spirit II is clearly the number one objective going into this weekend. Yes you are drunk off some whiskey because who the hell is Jack Swagger? My name and my only name I have is Lucas Johnson. I was probably the hottest free agent that Voltage wanted to sign, and what do you have to offer? You just talk well on the mic but the question is can you back up what you said on the microphone in the squared circle? I suggest start laying off the alcohol especially that whiskey and start training for this match. Get ready to take your body to limits you've never reached before. No matter if your entrant one or entrant nine in the Open Fight Gauntlet I'm going to be waiting to drive right through you until I am no longer be able to continue. I'm ready to pull out all the stops in front of the city that never sleeps and my parents as well. I am not leaving New York City until I leave with what is truly mine and that's being called Champion. 

For the people thinking I am not focused on my $20,000 bonus match against Maxwell Dachs for Monday night on Battleground is all wrong. Want to know why I want Dachs to lay a pile in his own blood? It's simple, his day of reckoning is upon us. I don't want to go behind the scenes to much but Maxwell brought this on himself....Ever since I've arrived here at the land of the elite I was the target of Dachs bullying. I'm sure like most kids when they were younger, they have been bullied in there life. Claiming your not good enough or just making fun of everything about you. We are grown men Maxwell not back in elementary school. Ever since it started I promised myself I would save it for the ring one day. And now Dach's day of reckoning has arrived to this Monday night on Battleground. The fun and games are over Dach's, if you bring it your DCW Club with you I could care less because a monster you've never seen before is about to come out and I'm about to put you in a pile of your own blood no matter what condition I am in after the Open Fight Gauntlet. Sunday night I grab that brass ring and Monday night I do nothing else then give Maxwell his wake up call....

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 
I wouldn’t say I’m a good guy. I’m not a vigilante and hardly a superhero. I respect people, but not everyone. The truth is this is me. I’m as genuine as just about anyone you’ll come across in this business. If I disliked you, I’d let you know. But I rarely just take things personally. I don’t need to stoop to the level of creating a hatred for my opponent to have the motivation to upend them. I’m not Haruna Sakazaki. She needed to develop a hatred for me and call me a rival in order to have a strong fight against me. That was part of her undoing. I’m not Madison. I don’t spend my time writing cute poems with zingers on the end of each stanza. I don’t waste my time coming up with the nastiest insults that come to mind or referring to myself as the queen or the best in the world. We’re a lot the same in that sense. We don’t get lost in the frivolities that have held our colleagues back so consistently. That’s why were both champions and that’s why we’re about to fight each other as the top dogs in the entire Vixens division. All eyes are on us. I didn’t get here because I finish last all the time. I’m not always that nice. Ask Claudia. I’m not perfect, but I’ll never stop trying to be the best champion I can possibly be.
 
We were absolutely just babies that last time we met in the ring. When you look back to July and the fact that we both walked in here as relative nobodies, isn’t it funny to think we would he headlining the entire division in less than a year? Few were willing to give us a chance. There was a time when people decided Aria’s win at Empress of Elite put her ahead of our whole group. And then we turn around and see you beating Maddie within an inch of both of your lives, yet you were the survivor and thus the champion. It’s never been about who was the best from our class for me. It’s about us all living out our dreams and reaching our goals. We’re all doing it on different paces, but all doing it still. We’ve all changed ourselves for the better. We learned exactly what it would take to climb towards the top of our division and we accentuated those qualities. I’m introducing new maneuvers into my repertoire every single week. I’ve trained hard for this match. Now it’s time to channel it all in one place and let it all come out in the ring.
 
But let’s be honest, respect for you isn’t necessarily me backing down to calling you the better champion out of the two of us. That hasn’t been defined yet. And let’s take it to even another level. Does one match even define that? Does one match define a career? Hardly. But that doesn’t change the fact that we both want to win because we understand perception. The perceived notion will be that whoever wins our match is currently the better champion. You might lose yourself in a moment where you bow down to Claudia and shed tears all over her boots, throwing yourself at her mercy as you worship her accomplishments from the past. But I’m focused on us and now. She hasn’t been a part of this division for some time. Her title runs during her time with your title are admirable. She is as amazing as you build her up to be.  But she is not the superior Vixen in our division. I mean this out of respect to HBG, right now she is among the best competitors in the entire tag team division. Even without the titles, her and Imp are maybe the best. I admit that in the same week that I have to face them. Remember? I’m the hardest working Vixen around here. Yeah, I have to fight the Mercenaries the day after our match. I hope you can catch the quick flight after we fight to see that one. But you might be resting back at your hotel room and recovering. I will probably never bow down and kiss anyone’s feet. But I respect them. As much as Claudia tries to draw the same hatred out of me that you often have, I respect her for the journey she’s made to this point. A three-time Vixens champion? I mean, wow. It just makes me want to get better though, not get on my knees.
 
I never said beating you would be easy. I just want to make it clear I don’t lack the confidence that I could beat you. Also, I never explicitly told you not to mention the past. This whole message from you this time has been a hilariously strange attempt to make me look weak-minded or stupid. I’m just as much of a survivor as you are. Had we fought at Shock Value, you would know this. This match will be different than those ones. There isn’t a title on the line, but that doesn’t mean I won’t be fighting like yours or mine is up for grabs. We don’t have any special gimmick in our matchup, but I won’t back down from giving you everything I have. But if you believe I don’t have what it takes to face you for your title, who will you face? Is this another part of your flawed argument that puts you so far ahead of the rest of the division that you can just vacation and hold your title at ransom until you believe a challenger is worthy? Is Cloud that last you’re going to allow to fight you for it? Is that when you had a wakeup call and decided to go off the grid with your belt? But I can respect you and still want to beat you. I can have complete and total respect for you and 100 percent believe that I will beat you. And that is exactly what I have. Because the truth is I will come to Reasonable Doubt no longer the baby I was the last time we fought. And I will show you that I’ve grown beyond what you can imagine. I don’t think you’re even possibly ready for this. You reference my ego so much, but your own is out of control.
 
I don’t think it really, truly matters where I fight. To be honest, I’m sure the Specialist scramble was the most highly anticipated match I’ve ever fought in. But see, I play such a big role in building up the anticipation myself. And sometimes my opponent helps too. I don’t have a problem bringing up the past. Our match that got interrupted by Chuck? We built the anticipation for that match together. It should mean something that this match was already looked at highly enough, and our words this week have only upped the ante. We might be the most underrated matchup on that card at Reasonable Doubt. When the night is over, I can guarantee they will remember our match. I know what you mean about those crowds though. They will be screaming out and booing at times. They chants they will start. All the noise just creates electricity. People say they tune out the bad, but I think what they really mean is that they’re so focused that loud noise and excitement just fuels their fight, positive or negative. People hate you? So what. They don’t all cheer for me. I have more than my fair share of boo birds. And why is that? Could it be because I’m such a vicious bitch in the ring? I think that’s an obvious, resounding yes. I’m sure you think my brown eyes are as gorgeous as those perfect curves in your hips, but don’t go expecting a change in them when we finish this match. They will have the same sparkle when I’m helping you off the ground.
 
I enjoyed what you called humor. Yes, it makes me laugh that you hide from the challenge of fighting week in and week out. I’m not a fucking sheep at all. This title is not yours. It has its own legacy and yes, a wicked set of rules. I don’t just do everything I’m told, but when they line up a challenger and say that’s the next one, I take on that challenger and I defeat them every time. I rise to the occasion and overcome the odds. Doing what I want is actually what got me to where I am, too. Join the Iconomy, they said, it’s a path to greatness. It didn’t feel right, so I altered my path. And here I am standing amidst greatness, as a champion. I think when people look back at the Specialist’s title, years from now, they might not even remember that Haruna was ever the champion. I surpassed her so quickly, dominated her so thoroughly for her own belt. People spend way too much time overlooking that achievement as if it was meaningless, but they forget that she was a fraction of a second away from becoming the Vixens champion before we ever stepped in this company. The fact is we both surpassed many of those more veteran Vixens. You shouldn’t be forced to compete, no. But if you choose to hide from the challenges as a way to lengthen your reign instead of strengthening it by proving you can beat more than two Vixens, then you are a coward.
 
We’re no different when the bell rings. From that moment on, it’s not about respect. It’s about tearing each other’s throats out and giving it every thing we both have to see who gets to the top. You aren’t the enemy though. You’re the girl that thinks she is the best champion around here, and the girl that’s about to find out just how wrong she is. You want to talk thrones though and go the monarchy reference route? I might not be ending your reign now, but the time will come when they will make you defend your title against me. That’s right, I said make you. You won’t be able to run from that, and when it happens I will topple your throne and remove your crown. Saturday is just a preview of that. Long live the queen. She’s making it on borrowed time now.

No more references to the past?
No more talking about our journey here?
 
Okay.
 
Sooo… Now what?
 
I understand that you hate hearing me talk about my past and my accomplishments. Sure, it can be seem as if I’m “running out of material” but in fact, I’m giving you more material to work with, Cailin. I’m trying to feed you as much information as I can so you can be prepared for our matchup. The last time we grappled one another in the ring it was waaay back then when we were practically babies. We were introduced to this lifestyle and we were rookies in this business. Now things have fairly changed – for the good, I suppose. We’re both experienced wrestlers that have perfected their craft in our own special way. I’ve interjected new hellacious moves into my set and I’m giving you a heads up. No one would want you to completely freak out in the ring during our match. Now that would be an absolute catastrophe. Although, I can’t help focus my attention on what you’ve said earlier. You have respect for me? Really, Cailin? Stop the act, seriously. Stop trying to act as if you admire my work and you admire the effort I put in and out of the ring. You don’t respect me and I’m pretty sure you don’t respect half of the bitches you call “friends” on here as well. You’re probably trying to put on a good front for everyone else to see. You dream of being this perfect champion. You dream of being seen as a “good guy” who always does things the “right way”. Do good guys finish last? Is that how that saying goes? Beats me.
 
If you had respect for me, you wouldn’t doubt whether I’m the better champion in this situation. Let’s just look at the facts, Cailin – Oh wait, I can’t reference any past accomplishments or else Cailin will call that as me running out of material. Okay, scratch that. No, you know what. Look at me, for example. I can get on my knees in front of HBG and tell her with the most sincerity in my voice that she is a way better Vixens champion that I ever DREAM to be. That’s respect. I will tell HBG with tears running down my face that she is the most superior Vixen in our division. That’s respect. I will beg HBG to teach me her ways in order to be half the champion she ever was. That, Cailin Dillion, that’s fucking respect. I know for a fact that you will never do any of those things for anyone here. In your small, fragile mind you’ll always see yourself as superior regardless of the circumstance. Your ego is too big, unfortunately, and it doesn’t allow you to have a genuine bone in your stupidly-shaped body. I feel for you, I really do.
 
Also, I really am glad that you don’t doubt my intelligence, Cailin but god damn it I can’t say the same for you. You honestly think that if you were to go for my title you’d beat me that easily? Let’s go back to Shock Value – oh wait, I can’t mention any past accomplishments. Fuck! Anyway… if there was a certain event where electricity is involved and I was fighting for the Vixens championship I’m quite sure that I’d succeed with flying colors. You don’t have what it takes to face me for this title in the first place. I’ve gone against impressive people throughout my career. Cloud Matsuda, your little girlfriend couldn’t beat me and I can see the similarities having to go against you both Neanderthals. The problem that Cloud had is that she was too civil. She continued to claim that she had this distain respect for me even though she’d insult me any moment she could. Isn’t that the same thing you’re doing, Cailin? I guess her stupidity is contagious and Cailin, you’ve been infected. I’m so sorry.
 
And just so you know, my head isn’t in the clouds. I was sincerely curious whether you know how it feels like to be in a match that has been anticipated by many. Seeing you have to defend your title in B-rated shows made me question whether you knew how it felt to perform in front of thousands of people who are actually excited to see you there. I still remember when I went into Shock Value and thousands of people were chanting my name… Although, I have to admit. Now that people boo the shit out of me, it gives me more fuel and more ambition to go out there and to create a fucking massacre. I used to be moved by the fans moral support, but ever since I’ve had a different perspective on things, I embrace the hate. It makes my body so hot hearing people say that I suck. And don’t get me started on the feelings I get in my special places when I see people angrily tweet me after I’ve succeeded once again to their dismay. It feels really, really good, Cailin. You know, now that I’m seeing your face up close, I can’t help but to see how beautiful your eyes are. God, your brown eyes are completely glowing. I wonder if they’ll still have that sparkle that they always have even though they’re be black and blue after Saturday. I guess we’ll have to see first and then we’ll find out!
 
I’m feeling a bit humorous tonight and I really do hope you don’t mind. Something that really makes me have tears in my eyes from laughing too much is you thinking that I’m a coward for not wanting to compete in a match. Sorry, Cailin, but I’m not a god damn sheep like you. I don’t listen to the higher-ups around here and shove a stick up my ass if they asked me to. I do what I want and that mentality has gotten me where I am today. If I chose to not be in a match it’s because I simply don’t want to. Not because I’m afraid of the person that I’m wrestling but because I don’t fucking feel like it. Someone like me shouldn’t have to be forced to compete. I am my own individual self and I have a say as to how my career should head forward from here. I know you wish to have that power but B-rated bitches like you don’t have that privilege. You know, you can totally follow Tarah Nova’s route and hook up with the main eventers. Maybe that way you can have your voice heard around here. It’s pretty sad once you really sit down and think about it.
 

However, despite all of that I’m incredibly pumped for our matchup! I’m so excited! I’m ready for this match, Cailin. I’m ready to hear my music play and skip my way down to the ring. I’m ready to hear the crowd roar from excitement once the bell rings. The moment that “ding” runs through my ear canal, any sort of ‘respect’ I have for you will go out of the window. In that moment I will look at you as the enemy. The enemy that wants to take my throne as the top Vixen of this division. As the Vixen that wants to erase my history from the record books. As the vixen who wants to be publicly known as better than me. I don’t want to give up my throne. I’m not ready. I’ll do whatever it takes, Cailin. Be ready.

 
I spent a little time yesterday, waiting for you to go off on your tangent. I admit I was impressed with the little show you put on with that cutout. Your post-wrestling career in making crazy-ass porn on the international market should be pretty huge for you. But let me get back on track, something you have a lot of trouble doing. You continue to obnoxiously blow this trumpet about how you’re the best in the world and the most talented and all this useless garbage you think everyone wants to hear so much more than anything else. You admonish me for apparently trying to be the savior of the division and then switch courses only to build yourself up as a hero in the same message. I’m not the savior of the Vixens. Do I like to see the division competitive? Obviously. But at the end of the day, everyone has to save themselves from their own problems. I’m not here holding anyone’s hand and guiding them. And I’m certainly not delivering motivational speeches to the masses. That’s not even my style. This has just been me to you, all week. Just like your message of ignorance is directed at me, my message of truth is just to you.
 
Firstly, you’re not individual. Everything about is something I’ve seen before, something I’ve heard before and something I’ve faced before. For example, you know who else is spending a great deal of this week calling her self the best, most talented wrestler in the world? Madison. Where’s Madison’s title right now? Why isn’t she a champion? Because just like you, she’s totally full of herself. And that’s where the delusion exists. It’s not the same delusion that you illustrated, you rolling around with a cardboard cutout of me. The delusion rests completely with your belief that you’re better than everyone else. You aren’t. Yet you show up here and say this place was shit without you, the past doesn’t exist, it’s only this German future we all have ahead of us as we watch you march the whole locker room into formation. But the reality is you’ll spend this week talking a big game, you’ll drive home your points behind the idea of German Efficiency and then you’ll end up losing. All because you came into a match with a champion, one you labeled as a paper champion, and expected me to be some kind of slouch that’s just lazily lugging a title around. I’m not on borrowed time, but your whole gimmick is. It’s not that hard to be different. There are ways to win matches without giving the same reason every time. If all it took to win a match was to say you’re better than the other person, this place would be a lot different than it is. You just come across as ignorant is all. I’m glad you’ve been able to beat the girls you have, congratulations on that I suppose. Maybe you did beat them because you were better than them. But the way you talk about it, I would have expected you to come out of those matches a little les torn up. I mean Vanessa Holiday truly is trash, but she left you black and blue and dripping red. If she can do that to the best in the world, imagine what I’m going to do with you. It will be the stuff of your deepest, darkest nightmares. But I’m not fake. This is who I am. I’m the one that will talk the talk right here throughout the week and then walk the walk when we step in that ring. I’m telling you that this will be a war that will end with me kicking your ass, and I mean that. It’s not just superlatives and bullshit. Not an empty promise either. It’s not me trying to motivate myself into believing I will dismantle you. I’ve seen you fight and I know you aren’t half as talented as most of the stock around here. To try and prove your point you need props, you need to run us through so many of your emotions. You have to sit and speak to us while you’re drying your hair after a shower. You need us to know that you just worked out so we expect that you’re taking this so, so seriously. No one needs that from me. Everyone knows I’m on my game and I’m not about to suffer a letdown. You need me to be the most cancerous individual on the whole roster to be motivated, you do that. But when you try to administer that cure and it fails, and you get infected with a devastating, humiliating loss, don’t go making excuses. You’ve made your bed this week, and now you’re about to lay in it.
 
To call me a paper champion is just pure ignorance. You are the same woman that would defend your performances in matches in this places as reason to believe you are the best, only to turn around and say I’ve fought no one. There have been tremendous challenges for the Specialist title, you just can’t get your mind past the fact that Angela Salvetti got a shot at it. This title isn’t worthless, it’s different. That’s why it gets defended all the time. A paper champion would stand behind one win and just hide with the title. They would be scared of challenges. I embrace all the challenges and I remain a fighting champion. What makes me so paper thin as a champion then? Is it because you don’t like the challengers? Why would I care what you think? You aren’t the first Vixen who has challenged for this title around the premise they you think you’re better than the previous challengers. Yet you’ll end up like the rest of them. Aria would beat you. Raven Lee would beat you. And here’s one that will hurt you because you hate her so much, Haruna would destroy you. But you believe that you are the pivotal challenger. You think that you are better than any who have ever come before. Are you talented? Hell yeah you are. Are you better than me though? Not a chance. Your opinions are all biased. You call yourself stronger, more talented and this perfect beautiful creature. I think that’s all up for debate and will be decided where many battles have before, inside that squared circle. Except I only see it turning out one way, and not even close to the way you see it. You’ll bring your already bruised and beat down body from the fight with Vanessa, hilarious, into this match and I will just add more wounds for you to sit on the sidelines and heal from. In a month or so, you’ll get a chance to prove you are the best among a group of Vixens in the Vixens cup. Not only will you not win, you’ll be eliminated alarmingly early. Maybe your loss to me won’t be the breaking point when you realize you don’t possess the same German Efficiency and ingenuity has that made your country so powerful in so many industries. But by the time you find out just how ordinary you really are, you’re going to be completely crushed.
 
Your lack of common sense has little to do with your performance in the ring. You can find someone as dumb as a box of rocks and run them through a brick wall. But it’s obvious you lack it with the directions you go and the things you say. In your mind all you have to do is compare someone to a whore and you mentally wreck them. All you have to do is make dead mom jokes and you will break their will. In reality it just makes you look petty and weak. Stupid even. If all you can do is make sex jokes and say you’re better than everyone else, than you’re going to fail hard. The fact with this title is that it doesn’t have a traditional hierarchy for challengers. You don’t have to work your way up. The challengers can include anyone from long time vets to future hall of famers, to pipsqueak, bitch ass rookies like you who think they have the whole wrestling world in their hands. But this is your wakeup call. Days ago you challenged me by saying I don’t understand the people you faced in your past and the challenges you’ve fought. This time you have discounted the whole history of EAW before you, because you’re obviously such hot shit. You got that test with Vanessa and you survived it. This isn’t about surviving and advancing this time. This is about you reaching for everything you have and seeing if that shot is good enough. It isn’t though. You’ll take that best shot and you’ll miss wide to the left. I’m not playing a game though. I’m not playing around. I will take you out and I will raise this title high above you, still in my hands where it belongs. And this isn’t an ego thing. This isn’t about me inflating that ego you like to spend so much time talking about, even when yours is bigger than mine. This is just about beating an asshole and sending her on her way. While you call yourself perfect and risk how much you’re about to get exposed, I’m telling you straight up that I have flaws. You have them too. Your flaws don’t have to make you weak though, except when you pretend you don’t have them. And that’s your downfall. I know I’m arrogant and stubborn, and I know I make mistakes. I embraced those and other flaws long ago. That’s where it turned the corner for me in EAW. Those who were reluctant to put in the work to get stronger, embrace their weakness and accentuate their strengths have stood still while I’ve gone right past them. While I have sprinted past them and kept moving forward. The difference is I’m not just content with stopping here. I’m not going to settle for this spot. There are easily double the amount of Vixens now as there were when I first came here. We had a 16 Vixen tournament that featured every girl on the roster. Now we’re talking about a Vixens cup that will leave people out. Maybe you should be left out of it just to save your sanity.
 
Rainbows and unicorns, this is a real theme for your childlike mind this week. It probably comes as a shock to you that I don’t see the world as al rainbows and butterflies and unicorns. I’m not into that shit at all, actually. I grew up around wrestling. I love wrestling. Just like you aid, it’s an art and that mat is my canvas. That’s where I do my work. That’s where I make my masterpieces. This week I have one planned with much more crimson than I usually deal with. Not of my own accord, mind you. Yours has a certain “perfect” quality that the mat needs to see. I can imagine it not. Smeared red across different areas of the mat, a near lifeless body laying in a heap in the middle of the ring, her blond locks standing out from her red outfit as they string out in different directions. Her bright blue eyes open and staring straight up into the air as her chest rises slowly, up and down. And standing there next to her, the Specialist champion herself, me, raising the title up in the air and looking down on the failed challenger with a smile from cheek to cheek. That sounds like one I’d like to have right there in my apartment. A conversation piece really. People will come in and say, who’s that, I don’t recognize her. I will laugh softly and tell them the tale of the girl that arrived in EAW, an import from Germany. She came in like a shiny new BMW and left like a broken down old Volkswagon. She came in promising German Efficiency, and she left with more and more failed promises. I’d tell them you were a fun one though, and they’d ask how. It’s simple, she took all the worst parts of the Vixens that were already there when she showed up, merged them into one person and then added in a little German flair. Ah, now they’d get it. Not much more to say about her past that. But past the painting, I want to go back and explore this cardboard cutout thing you did for a moment. I’m sending you a therapist. They have this doll they’ll show you. They will point to it and then you’re supposed to let them know where the bad people touched you. It’s a whole ordeal, don’t worry about it. You’ll survive it. I used to think Eris LeCava was individually crazy. I mean she has her moments where she’s perfectly fine, too. But then you did this, vintage Eris. Your trick is to just copy someone else and try and make it your own? I mean, it’s whatever. If that’s your thing, I encourage it. Just let me know if you need me to send you a couple Cailin Dillon dolls to play with. I know Eris really appreciates the ones I bought her. I didn’t expect you to care about me. You made it clear that you care nothing about me. Except for when it was unclear and you do care about me because I’m this huge accomplishment for me and everything. You act like this is nothing and I’m nothing, except for when you change course and it’s a big deal and it shows that you are a big deal if you win. The funny thing is how you act like I’m such a failure. You tell me how I’ve accomplished nothing. But beating me is such an accomplishment for you. I wasn’t brought in to magically motivate people like you say, and this division is far from the joke you believe it to be. The real joke in everything, is that you have come in as an outsider to the best company in the world and pretended that you are both better than everyone else and too good for it at the same time. So truly then, what is it Sheridan? What’s your real goal here? Because you won’t be this hungry lion climbing to the top. You don’t even have the humility it takes to be a lion. They are hungry and humble. You are starved and stupid. You are a hyena. You will stumble into this match with gold in your eyes and trip right back out of it with nothing but a missed opportunity to your name.
 
You agree with me on something I saw frequently. We can spend this whole week trading verbal spars, but it’s going to mean very little if we can’t back it up in the ring. I ensure you that I can and I will. I’ve never once said a match is decided in the week leading up to it. I did mention that someone can be crushed mentally. Neither of us are those kinds of people, though. I’m too stubborn to let something get to me so much that it ruins me. You just don’t understand half of what we’re doing here. For you this time period is an excuse to open up your big mouth and vomit all your thoughts into one place for the world to see. What they really see is someone swallowing as much as they can from their competitors, and trying to somehow become the best version of all of them combined. It doesn’t make you look better than anyone else, it makes you look like a fool. I have let you spend your time barking out your unproven credentials all week long, knowing in fact you will be proven wrong on all the ones that matter. You can have the beauty, I’ll take the fact that I will be the one coming up victorious. You believe yourself to be more talented than me? Then why will I beat you? Why will I make it look so easy? You come across as an over confident robot, yet you’re so rusty in your own craft. All you are is a catchphrase that wants more money. You’re not going to accomplish anything here but getting a paycheck. If you’re doing this for the money, you’re in the wrong business. We aren’t walking millionaires. We make our money and take war wounds along with it. And to be flat out honest with you, I think they pay you more than you’re worth. But in part of your hatred you compare me to the rest of the division by talking about social media selfies and bitching about each other. Alright, so point out all the time I spend wasting my time on the feed. Oh yeah, that’s not what I do. I can’t be compared to them. Because this is one of the things I agree with you on. So many Vixens here are spending their time hashing it out over twitter rather than just bashing each other’s heads in when they get in the ring. That’s not what I’m about. But they aren’t a cancer, they just aren’t as focused as you or me. And they aren’t all like that, it’s about as accurate as you put it — right at half. I don’t care about motivating any of them. I just want to beat them and send them back to the drawing table. I’m not trying to motivate anybody through words, it will be by actions. It will be by letting them know how far they have to go if they want to be a champion. But that doesn’t mean you don’t have a long way to go, too.
 
I want to defend this title to anyone who wants a shot. You wanted a shot and they made you face a gutter slut to get. You won, so this is your shot. I’m happy for you. You did your job. Here’s a cookie. But now you have to go to work. Because I’m not Vanessa Holiday and I’m not Rey Shamez and all the girls you have faced before. This is a new challenge for you. You believe you’re better than me? Well boom, pow, surprise mother fucker, I think I’m better than you. Welcome to the world we live in. It’s 2016 and this is a competitive sport. If you don’t think you will beat an opponent, get the fuck out and go somewhere else. This is EAW, this is where the best are at. And even among the best, there are divisions. You know what, maybe you are above the normal cream of crop that they have to offer by being more mediocre, but you still have more to prove. It’s clear to me that what you would like to be is a paper champion yourself. You want to try and take this title from me, force a rule change that you couldn’t possibly enforce if you wanted to and then sit fat and happy about your golden throne while you deem every challenger ineligible so that you don’t have to worry about losing. You’re insecure. I’ll take on anyone who wants a piece of me. That’s how secure I am in the belief that I will win no matter the challenge.
 
But you’re oh so right about me, I sit in bed getting off about every single word you say. God it just turns me up to fucking 11. You just know how to turn me on baby. I know you say you don’t feel the same way, but I can tell you want to get those grubby paws of yours on this body and see if we share the same heat for each other. Don’t worry, you’ll get your chance on Showdown. Finally I’ll let you try to run your hands all over this body and see if you want to extend it to more than a test drive. But that’s when this deluded fantasy of yours will be snapped. That’s when all these grand dreams you have will come to a quick end. It shouldn’t have even come to this point this week, but you’ve got me so excited now. Oh I can’t wait to get my hands all over you Sheridan. I can’t wait to rip your fucking dreams right from your throat and see the way you toil about when you realize you walked right into a nightmare you weren’t remotely prepared for. Showdown won’t be the night German Efficiency takes the Specialists title. It will be the night everything comes crashing down around you. This will be a night you never forget, Sheridan. No matter how hard you try to get over the pain of this loss. It will haunt you forever.

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Michaels: “I tell you , after a long day of training Akio Inoue (the greatest short term trainer I’ve ever met), there’s nothing better than sipping overpriced champagne, in an overpriced Suite at a five star hotel, while posting status updates via an overpriced smartphone.  It seem like the only thing I keep that isn’t exorbitantly priced is @DustinBrach’s mother.  You give her a dollar, and you can do whatever you want, wherever you want.  Is that personal enough Dustin?  Have you ever stopped to ask why I didn’t elaborate more on why I think you’re a total waste of space in this match?  It’s because much like rest of Dynasty’s audience, I can help but to get this irresistible urge to change the channel whenever I see that crime against humanity that you call a face.  But that was until I heard your little rambling press conference.  Now don’t get me wrong, I couldn’t give half a shit about what an uneducated, Michaels’ envy suffering, hater like you would have to say about me, or anyone else in this match, but at least you can respect that we’re are actually trying to accomplish something other than making a horse’s ass out of themselves.  But I have no respect for you Dustin.  You see I heard your foolish words regarding the New Breed Championship.  See it might just be some leather and gold fastened together to you, but to everyone who has more than two brain cells it represents so much more.  It represents a milestone, a first step if you will, on a path towards greatness (that thing that waved bye bye to you long ago) just think of all the great competitors who haveheld that title, and how it propelled them to even bigger and better things.   But there’s more than that,  you see when you disrespect a championship, you disrespect the company it belongs to.  And seeing as how EAW is the largest promotion of its kind you’ve essentially pissed all over the sport of professional wrestling.  And I will not stand for professional wrestling’s equivalent to a kid who ate worms in school, disrespecting this great sport! 
So congratulations pal, you got my attention.  And as reward you’re now my number one target in this match.  Me winning this one is just a shred more important than making sure as hell that you don’t.   So get ready, because at Rising Tide you get to see what’s so intimidating about the socialite that took men like Y2Impact, Ryan Savage, Mister DEDEDE, Tig Kelly, and Zack Crash to their absolute limit! 
 
And that goes for the rest of so called competition as well.
 
It goes for scrubs like Kevin Hunter, who are better suited for detailing my cars than stepping into the ring.  Tell me Kevin, what type of chance does a no talent, piece of white trash like you, stand against a superior athlete like myself?  What makes you think that riding around on a motorcycle with a bunch of other half-witted morons, makes you qualified to compete for a shot at the New Breed Championship in any way, shape or form?  Yes you can take a punch, but simply being able to have your ass handed to you wasn’t enough to beat that good for nothing prick Dustin Brasch, and it sure as hell will not be enough  when you stand against best EAW has to offer, ME!
 
And Warbeard, I would have called you losing your debut match a disappointment, but that would imply that I had any sort of expectations of you.  You proved last week that you’re nothing more than a giant oaf, who would be more respectable as a side show freak, than as a wrestler.  You’re pathetic Josh, plain and simple.  You have neat limitless strength, but you lack the tiniest sliver of talent to apply it in the ring.  You are one of the tallest, and heaviest competitors in the ring, But you’re so unskilled that all it adds up to is you being slow and clumsy.  That’s why you got your three hundred pound ass kicked!  And don’t expect this week to fare any better, because Live in the Tokyo Dome, in front of all my followers, you will get the privilege of seeing my in ring skill, up close and personal!
 
@DennisCaffrey why are you even bothering to show up?  We all know that you don’t have what it takes to win in this one.  Because This isn’t just another wrestling match.  There won’t be any chinlocks, armbars, or rear amateur take downs.  This is a war, and if you think that any of those ‘Collegiate level skills’ will save you, then you can bet your ass that you will be the first causality.  And even if you could somehow survive this match, how in their right mind would want to see a bland, dull, boring, individual who is avoid of any type of charisma, or personality,  like you compete for a championship?  Hell not even that old geezer grandfather of yours would want to see you wearing the New Breed Title around your waist. 
 
And to Keith Bathory , yes I know you’re following me, all my haters do ;-) , I would just like to say that you should probably try and get back together with you cousin, because he was always the more talented between the two of you.  Maybe if you get down on your hand and knees, grovel a little, and kiss his ass, he might just agree to carry your ass to watchable matches.  Or at the very least, make you look semi-credible when when you step into a wrestling ring.
 
Now I know there has some misinformed dunce out there who’s probably about to type up something about how Caine Kronin is going to kick ass, take names, raise hell, and walk out with his hand raised this Friday.  Now let me state for the record that while Caine has an intensity that few others possess, that intensity will only get you so far.  Yes you might have been able to psych out and overwhelm a single overmatched foe.  But let’s see how you do when you have nine men who’ve all placed a target on your back, because the true measure of greatness isn’t what you do when you’re the hunter, it what you do when you are the hunted!  And when you’re in a wrestling ring, I am the ultimate predator.  The top of the food chain, and if you just happen to be unfortunate enough to be in the ring with me Caine, I will devourer you (no homo)
 
@JunNobunaga could you do us all a big favor, and cut it out with this overly pretentious crap.  It’s starting to wear a bit thin.  Watching you wrestle isn’t art, it more like a child’s drawing that you put up on the refrigerator.  You know it’s as ugly as a dog’s ass, but you sit, and smile so as not to break the kid’s feelings.   That’s kinda how it is with you, a few well-meaning people said something along the lines of ‘oh my Jun, that’s such a good headlock, It’s so pretty.’  And you being too feeble minded to know better, took their words at face value.   Well at Rising Tide, you will be going toe to toe with a true Rembrandt of the ring.  A master of the squared circle, whose prowess in the ring, is matched by only by his amazing looks, incredible personality, and endless charisma!  And after I’m done with you, the world will rightfully cast you aside like those cheap, knock off paintings that starving artist sell out of a truck.
 
Which leaves me with two good for nothing, Michaels envy suffering, over hyped, under developed sacks of worm excrement.
 
@MarcusCreedMX-13 when will you ever learn that anything you could do, I can do better?  You can strike, well so can I.  You can grapple, well so can I.  Now granted, you can do it better than most, but at the end of the day, I will always do it better.  And you know that don’t you?  That’s why you’re not all over the place running your mouth about how you consider yourself to be supremacy, when all you are is a waste of the psychical gifts you possess.  That’s why you’re not trying to brag about any of your past accomplishments (not that you had any but still) and most of all, that is why you’re not trying to do something as idiotic as claim that you would ever stand a chance of beating me!  We’ll guess what, you’re absolutely right.  You aren’t even in my league.  I’ve battled it out with the biggest stars that EAW has, and you know what they will tell you?   That Mark Michaels is everything he claims to be!  So when I say that I can whip Marcus Creed’s ass all over the Tokyo Dome, with one arm tied behind my back, you better believe that I can, and will guaranteed!
 
@DonnyDiamond  I would say I was saving the best for last, but that would be a lie that no one who isn’t suffering from brain damage would ever believe.  You know something Don, I’ve talked a lot about how you’re too old, and washed up, and broken down, but I only say that because it’s true.  You’re not a wrestler, you’re a charity case that EAW can use as a tax write off.  I mean do you know how much better the hard working men and women of the ring crew would have it if we didn’t have to pay your salary of a two dollar cigar, and a go with Dustin’s mom?  That’s why I’ll make you a deal, you announce your retirement from professional wrestling before Friday, and I won’t have to dominate, and embarrass you.  Sound good Don?  Of course it does, so why don’t you just go ahead and make it official, before I have to go and plant my boot right up your asshole.  Again!
 
Now before any of you start with that “Mark Michaels is just an over privileged S.O.B. who can’t wrestle” garbage, first could you be any less original? I mean at this point that seems to be the only thing that anyone ever seems to say.   And you would think that after the ass whipping I laid on the last few guys who said that would serve as an example to all of you  haters in the locker room.  Second, You all should know by now, that my skills in the ring are unmatched by any other, not by Tig Kelly, not by Zack Crash, not by anybody.  In fact it is The same technical ability I showcase week after week,  that is the same one that has brought me a legion of followers.  It is the same never give up brand of toughness that I display in every single match, is the same one has led those followers elect me as their undisputed Social Media Champion.  They recognize me for how great I truly am.  They know that I am the Destiny of Dynasty, The Brightest Burning Star that EAW will ever know, the #Hero to millions upon millions of people from every corner of the globe.  And even if you haters can’t see it right in front of you,  the man who will win this Hell’s Warpath match, and go on to become the next EAW New Breed Champion!
And for your sakes, I hope you boys have prepared yourselves for the fight of your lives.  Because in just three days, Live on Dynasty, in front of a sold out crowd of my followers, in a match where there are no rules, in a match where young career’s will be shortened, and possibly ended, we are all going to Hell, So Picture That!  #Dynasty #HellsWarpath #InTheBag"
 
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The scene begins a beautiful overview of Rosemont, Illinois. The camera shifts its view into a local Italian restaurant. Eris LeCava is seen sitting in one of the booths with a plate of pasta in front of her. Although, her attention is focused on her smart phone. Eris is finishing up watching Cloud Matsuda’s video promo. Eris seems as if she’s on the verge of tears as veins begin to pop out of her temple. Eris removes an earbud and slams her hands on the table – causing the rest of the guests to stare.
 
Hold on.
 
Hooooooold on! Hold on, hold on, hold on!!!!
 
Eris replays the video.
 
“You talk all this shit about being the baddest bitch on the planet...but you have NOTHING to show for it”
 
I HAVE NOTHING TO SHOW FOR IT?!
 
You really are out of your fucking mind, Cloud. I have nothing to show for all this “shit” that I talk, really? You god damn mongrel, you shouldn’t be doubting me! It should be the other way around. First of all, this “shit” as you may want to call it, that I talk is anything but bs. All of my words can be easily backed up in the ring, which I’ve shown time and time again. Who here has been on winning streak since the year started? Who here won her Vixens championship CLEANLY? Who here has overall shown much more of an impact in this division? That’s right – ME. All of my precious, wise words have been wasted on your dumb ass. It seems as if everything I say goes into one ear and comes out the other. You haven’t learned anything and you haven’t shown anything on the verge of being impressive. I know that it stings to hear the truth, but trust me Cloud, that’s the only way you’ll ever move forward in your career and in your LIFE. I know that you don’t want to hear the things that people say about your personality and in-ring abilities but that’s just the truth! Compared to Eris LeCava you are BELOW me. It’s pathetic to see that I have to defend my title against a person who is so slimy, grimy and idiotic. I love how I said a couple of “insulting” words and you began to flare up. Goes to show that you can easily be manipulated. How can someone like you who can easily fall for mind games be the face of this division? Do you not understand how much of a bad business move for EAW it’ll be if you’re the poster child for the Vixens?!
 
A waitress walks by.
 
Woman: E-e-excuse ma’am. Can you please keep it down?
 
Eris: Sh! I’m in the middle of something!
 
You really are a hypocritical piece of shit, Cloud. You’re telling me that you’re going to stop showing this fun, crazy, care-free side as you’re cosplaying as some sort of mistress stewardess? This is your problem, Cloud. Your success in this company is revolving around your ability to distinct whether you should act as if you’re at home or at work. I could only imagine in God’s name as to what crazy, fetish crap you’re into when you’re back at home but when it comes to work you NEED to be on your A game. You can’t come out here playing dress up when you’re dying to have me take you seriously. I can’t take you seriously, I won’t take you seriously and I will NEVER see you seriously. You’re a joke to me, Cloud Matsuda! You’re nothing! Absolutely nothing!!
 
Woman: Excuse ma’am, maybe you would like some dessert? It seems like you deserve it…
 
Eris: Oh, that reminds me! You don’t think I deserve to see, feel, and smell your “fiery” side, Cloud? What have I shown that makes you believe that I’m not worth seeing that side of you? Have I gone around and fucked up every chance I got to work myself up the ladder like the person you see when you look into a mirror? I’m so pissed off and it’s not going to do you any favors. You’ve seen this side of me and it’s only going to intensify when we get into the ring. I’m going to have so much fun
 
Woman: We’re going to ask you to leave the premises.
 
Eris: Huh? What?! WHY?!
 
Woman: You’re yelling at your phone and its disturbing some guests!
 
Eris: Oh, okay. So because I’m expressing myself I have to leave, is that how you do business around here?
 
Woman: Listen ma’am, we don’t want any trouble. Can you please—
 
Eris: NO. People don’t want to hear what I have to say just because of the way I act. I’m irrational, sure. I’m crazy, why not – I don’t see it as in insult. But there’s something that many of you don’t know and that is that I’m in a better mental state than half of the fucking EAW roster! People want to talk down to me because of my past, because of the troublesome childhood that led me into being placed into a mental asylum but they don’t recognize that all of those things made me stronger. I wouldn’t be the Eris LeCava that is here today without all those nights where I cried my eyes out as I felt various individuals inject medicine into my poor, fragile body. Finally, my mind isn’t cloudy and it’s completely free. I’m free to do whatever my heart desires and what my heart is needing is to establish my dominance. My mind is running wild of all of the possible ways I can torture cloud in the ring. I know that she’s begging me to make this a match she’ll never forget and I’ll do just that. January 30^th, 2016 will be a date she will never be able to erase from her mind. This will definitely be a new chapter in both of our careers, although someone is going to get the shitty end of the stick, that’s for sure.
 

Eris snatches her dessert from the waitress as she quickly walks out. The camera then fades to black.  

(Cloud is standing inside the first-class area of an airplane dressed in a blue and white stewardess outfit. Standing next to her is Cailin and Apple Miyazaki, an old friend of Cloud's.)

Cloud: (smiling) Konnichiwa Eris LeCava! Welcome to Air Matsuda airlines! Here at Air Matsuda we offer the best comfort at the most competitive rates first-class or coach! We offer travel three exciting locations on a weekly basis! We have ever popular Cloud 9-

(A clip shows Cloud landing the Corkscrew Shooting Star on Laura Amber Williams)

Cloud: Maybe perhaps a trip the new and mysterious Trap Zone?

(A clip shows Cloud applying the chicken wings crossface on a random vixen)

Cloud: Or to the metropolis that never sleeps, Cloud City!

(A clip shows Cloud delivering the straight-jacket german suplex to Lumen Gray)

Cloud: (looks at a paper) Hmm..it says here that you've already been to Cloud City!

(A clip shows Cloud taking Eris to Cloud City.)

Cloud: Well I'm sure you would to go back. I'll go make the proper arrangements. Thank you for flying Air Matsuda and have a nice day!

(A director yells 'cut' and a production crew starts packing up. Cloud walks off what appears to be an airplane set. The camera follows her as she walks through the studio.)

I know what you're thinking, but I just has to do it. I just had to do it. I just had to have fun one more time before our date in Rosemont. But from here on out...

(Takes off her stewardess hat as she's walking.)

You get the other side of me. Today is the last day you'll see the 'Asian' in my 'Blasian' Eris. Today you get what you want...almost.

(Unbuttons her uniform to reveal a C9 shirt.)

You see...like you I'm one of a kind. It takes a lot to get me riled up. And even if you do, I regain my focus. Your boyfriend tried to intimidate me after our match on Showdown. He told me to stay home, to not show up at King of Elite. I hate to say that's not happening. He may be a monster, but not even the devil himself can keep me away from my destiny. I will risk my very livelihood for a shot at that title!

(Takes off the skirt to reveal gym shorts.)

I will put my CAREER on the line for this one chance...this one moment in history! You say without that title...you're nothing? Well if I lose, I don't know what's next. I don't know where the hell my career is going to go next! Unlike you I won't get a rematch clause and I certainly won't see another title shot anytime soon be it Vixens or Specialist. This is it for me LeCava. But...I wonder...

(Sits atop a stack of crates outside the studio.)

Will you win on your own? Or will Luzmala win this one for you too? You talk all this shit about being the baddest bitch on the planet...but you have NOTHING to show for it...not where I'm concerned. I thought about it, I really did! All I can remember is knocking one into the guardrails the first time...aaand taking you to Cloud City the second time! Yeah you beat me twice...but HBG and Luzmala got those wins for you. Are they going to hold your hand again Little Eris?

As much as I want to use honorifics I've begun to realize there's nothing honorable about you at the moment. Youwant my wrath? My fury? You claim to dream of a worthy opponent...but ask yourself this: Do I deserve it? Well, do you Eris? Do you deserve the worst of me to fight the worst of you to get the best out of each other? If you want my darkness then you must enter into my world ON YOUR OWN. No HBG, no Luzmala. Just you. You call yourself a champion? Then fucking act like it. We have our similarities but now that I'm done sympathizing I can see our differences clear as day.

(Takes off her earrings)

You wish for my wrath well I hope you like spolier alerts...because you'll get it. You beat a fraud for that title and the continual interference of Hexagun proves you're just as big of a fraud aa she is. You're not dealing with a little girl anymore, you're about to fight a real bitch. Because real recognizes real...

And right now you're looking kind of unfamiliar.

(Cloud walks into the arena with her gym bag and signature C9 headphones. She greets the security crew while going through the metal detector, and continues to make her way down the corridor. She says hello to a couple of EAW staff, a gives a few Elitists fist bumps. She walks into the Vixens locker room to find Cailin and Tarah dressing in practice attire. Tarah greets Cloud with a nod as she leaves the room.)

Cloud: Morning Ms. Specialist.

Cailin: Hey Cloud! (Hugs)

Cloud: (hugs back) Hey Cailin. What's up?

Cailin: I'm about to do some training for a bit. Wanna join?

Cloud: (putting stuff away) Sure. I wanna be prepared for tomorrow. I'm tired of Eris and her cougar girlfriend yapping off at the mouth.

Cailin: I like it. The more shit-talking they do, the more satisfied I'll feel after beating them. 

Cloud: You love shutting people up?

Cailin: There's nothing better in the world. Besides seeing you in a bath of course (winks)

Cloud: (laughs) Excuse me?

(Cailin shows Cloud her phone. Taking a look at it, Cloud's eyes widen with surprise.)

Cloud: She...invited you?

Cailin: Miss Manami? Yeah. She figured you needed someone who fought with and against you as your partner, preferably someone who's battled your opponents.

Cloud: So...you're coming to Japan with me?

Cailin: (raised eyebrow) You sound disappointed.

Cloud: (blushing) No-uh No! I'm not Cailin! I'm just...shocked is all. She didn't mention anything about this to me!

Cailin: She probably wanted to surprise you.

Cloud: She would've given me a heart attack that's for sure.

Cailin: (laughs) So you're okay with it?

Cloud: (smiles faintly) I am.

Cailin: (smiles) Good.


The night before our big match, one would say the time for talk is over, but that would defeat the purpose of this promo.  I tried to be civil about this Eris. I tried to be fun, I tried to approach this in a light manner to get the EAW universe talking...but tonight I will speak my mind.

You will lose tomorrow Team Hexagun. You will lose because you're full of yourselves. You will lose because you underestimate your opponents and their potential to work as a cohesive unit. It's going to be one hell of fight, but one of you will be pinned or will submit. I say this not out of arrogance, but experience. You beat me twice Eris or rather your partners had beat Haruna. Sakazaki-san isn't here, the one missing independent variable for tomorrow night. Luzmala isn't in the match but I'm sure he'll be in the building. I warned Raven Lee to come at me as a wrestler and not as something she's not and I beat her. Maddie tried to be more than what she was...and I beat her. Sheridan Müller...beat her. Serena Ji? Came to me as a luchadora...nothing more, nothing less and she beat me. Sexy Curry wasn't an organic creation between Haruna and myself. We were pushed as corporate hype and was treated as such. Like a fabrication, our team fell apart. Congratulations Hexagun you've exploited our obvious weakness!

There is no fabrication with this team. We are three vixens with a vendetta. For me, Monday will be but a taste of what's in store for you come King of Elite. Heavy is the head that wears the crown, and you cannot deny that there's a part of you that's curious about what I'll bring to the table. 

HBG I don't need to prove shit to you. I'd worry more about what Dillon-san has planned for you. And Maddie? Tarah is going to have so much fun with you.

Tomorrow night we bring the pain. You guys bring the wine and cheese.

 
So, let’s do a quick little question and answer. Damnit, I thought you were smart?
 
I’m nobody’s hero. I never said I was and I never signed up to be that. You’re the one that put me in that role, and the only person who has ever come up with that idea. I’m not sorry to disappoint you, but that’s not who I am. Sure, I want good things for the Vixen’s division. But those good things don’t involve me being at the bottom of a trash heap. The best thing for this division? Me as a champion. There is no question about that. And as the months go on and I’m still champion, winning matches that you don’t notice, that won’t change.
 
You were called out because you called me out. You tried to make something out of nothing. You were stretching for something that wasn’t there, not even hardly. Talk about running out of talking points. Your only move this week has been to try and rev up the amount of insults you spin out of your pathetic genius mind. Let me get this straight. You are gorgeous. Drop dead beautiful, and you have every right to be proud of your appearance. You have every right to be proud of everything you’ve ever accomplished. You also have every right in the world to say whatever the hell you want. But, nobody has to actually listen to it. Nobody has to actually care. And while you pretend you’re making headway on intimidating your opponents, I can assure you it doesn’t have that affect on me. If it does on the others, then they aren’t seeing clearly. If they were, they’d see right through as bullshit. Not once will I ever, ever, question your ability in the ring. I don’t know if you’ve really figured this out or not, because you’re really stuck on yourself, but I’m actually not an idiot, and I know a lot about you. Just like you know a lot about me, and you just pretend that I’m completely insignificant. If that was the case, you wouldn’t dedicate so much of your time to insulting me before our matches. You wouldn’t feel the need to lay out my path to retirement for me. You just get caught in this spin cycle of repetitive nature with me like you’re waiting for me to go scared and back down. You’re waiting for me to admit something that’s just not true. It’s not going to happen for you.
 
But then you bring up what I’ve done lately and try to use it as a way to prove that I don’t matter. Honestly, you make me laugh. You don’t give a shit about what any of the Vixens are doing. Not the ones not named Eris LeCava. If I was the Vixens champion right now, you’d say the exact same line. The partnership between you and Eris was predestined to happen. Let’s not actually pretend there’s any way around that. But good for you, you got your girl that sleeps with an HBG action figure at night and totes the Vixens title around like she actually only owns a piece of it. You don’t care about anything that’s not Hexa-gun related, but you know what? I won’t even blame you of that. You’re in the most powerful group EAW has maybe ever seen. You guys basically do what you want, when you want, and you’re there at every major turn of the company. That’s some pretty heavy stuff there. And good for you on accomplishing that level. The thing is, when you bash other Vixens for bringing up your past accomplishments, you almost always turnaround and start parading your current ones in front of us. You don’t give a shit when someone talks about your past, it makes them pathetic. Be we better dare not talk about you present, or you’ll come at as guns blazing. You’ve gotten a little militant this week, sweetie. I know you have the right to bare arms and all, but why don’t you put the AK back in the gun safe and come back to the wrestling ring. You don’t have to use that.
 
But please, stop talking about yourself like you’re the only person who is capable of standing up for herself. The only person who can fight as part of a team. I don’t need you to feel ashamed of yourself. You should just realize how ignorant you sound when you paint the majority of the Vixens division as women who are incapable of anything. Just go ahead and drive women’s rights back with you, too. To listen to you absolutely trash this division is the most disheartening thing. In your perfect world, I think you’d be the only female wrestler. You got mad at me for saying this last time we fought, but it’s obvious you don’t really give a shit about the Vixens division. It was just a place you stamped your name a few times. But let’s talk about your past again. Let me bring it up to piss you off again. If I were old like you. If I came into this company at the same time you did, I can guarantee you wouldn’t even have half the titles wins you have now.
 
On Monday, I’m not expecting you to lay down. But I will lay your ass out. There is no doubt about that. Two losses to you in the past, they don’t mean a damn thing. You say anything can happen in this company, well you’ll see that play out right in front of your eyes. And I know you say this won’t bother you, but I guarantee it will. For you to lay on your back, looking up and seeing me with my hand raised will just crawl right under your skin. You think I’m a hero? Let me punt your head right out of the ring after we win. Don’t act like you win and lose with any amount of grace that makes you the better person. Your go-to move is to argue in circles that you’re better and more intelligent and such a knockout. You want to still stand back and believe that I’m hiding and not trying to take control of my own destiny? Every time you and your dumbass partner have brought that up this week, I’ve offered to fight her in a various amount of ways, title or no title. Her choice. And she hasn’t exactly accepted that, has she? Wouldn’t you say the best way to grasp that control is to actually try and do something about it? I guess our paper champion who’s sitting idly on her big throne isn’t willing to step up at the moment. She’s only willing to take the predetermined challenges that this company sets up for her. Stop pretending like you’re so sure I wouldn’t fight as much as I could if they would let me. You’re no different, we’re junkies for this. You don’t do this and have any kind of success unless you are.
 
You have not politely done anything this week though. You have just wasted your time reciting lines about why I suck. You’ve spent time laying out how you don’t. Congratulations, I guess, on the simplest plan for a match ever. But I forgot, your this master strategist that always goes in with a perfect plan to victory. I’m starting to think, after this week, that you haven’t had a real, solid challenge in a long, long time. This is going to change things for you, Claudia. This match… my team… you’re overlooking a lot of things and it’s going to see you coming out on the losing end. I don’t care you steps in that ring while I’m in. Whether it be you, Eris or the barely existent Madison Kaline, I’ll take any one of you down. You think it matters to me? There’s nothing personal between us, right? All your meaningless insults from this week, they’re going to look like wasted words after this match is done. Just more hot-air spewed from the lungs of a legends that’s truly about to get what has coming to her.
 
So sack up, bitch. Come to Battleground ready to show us what you’ve got and then get your ass kicked. Just enjoy the ride, and enjoy watching your opponents treat it like it’s no big deal to be the Heart Break Gal.