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EAW Award show promo #4

Wednesday, 12:24 A.M., location unknown


(The scene opens inside a room of indeterminate size, the walls are jet black, and the only illumination comes from several long candles standing side by side as they burn. From the right side of the screen enters a man, some claim he is a con, or a psychopath, others claim that he is the lone voice of truth in a world that has lost its way. He is the man the world knows, as Solomon Caine. Caine inhales deeply as he murmurs a barely audible word of thanks to his unseen masters.)

Caine (normal voice): "I give myself to you. I see what you wish of me, and I shall carry out the task you have laid before me. And in doing so I will bring forth the sacrifice that you have demanded, I shall place them upon your altar, and at the appointed hour they shall be slaughtered before the eyes of the wwwwoooorrrroooolllllddddd.

Such is your will, and it shall be done.

It shall be done to the cackling hyenas Davidson and Ripely, for they have placed their faith in their scheming minds. They plan to steal away the glory that rightfully belong to you my masters. They are petty thieves who think themselves to be kings. They are but paupers whose posing and preening will never hide the truth about them. The truth of how neither one of them can stand on their own two feet, how neither one has the strength to survive. The truth of how they use one another as a crutch to carry them. They are cripples in their hearts, and such weakness shall not see the aftermath of the glorious reign that my masters are sending. No, they will only experience a lifetime's worth of pain in the split second that they will be eradicated and erased from this world. And the last thing either one of them shall hear, is the pained screams of agony of the other.

it shall be done to Lars Grier, he who claims that he has insight to the truth, but he has been so blinded by pride that he cast off my words as mad ramblings. When will you open your eyes? When will you come to your senses and see that it is the ones who have sent me that have blessed you with all your strength and now you deny their existence like so many other fools who have dared to do so. If you had half the mind you claim you do, you would have learned from there transgressions, instead you will share the same bitter drink that they have swallowed before meeting their doom, just as you shall meet yours. It is a shame that you have sealed you fate in this manner, for such promise to wasted, and such an opportunity squandered.

It shall be done to Ross Vegas. He who has thought little of me, and he may do so, for who am I to be feared? I am but the servant, the Hand that does their bidding. But my masters, they will not be disregarded by any man or woman or child that walks upon this earth. Especially not one who is so weak that he had failed to even provide for himself. One who was so pathetic that not even he can find a purpose to claim for himself. Your ineptness is your undoing Ross Vegas, it has condemned you to wander the face of the earth wallowing in it until the end of ages. Then at that glorious hour, YOU WILL BURN!!!"

(Caine takes several, long deep breaths as he clutches his head in his hands. His fingers grasp at his hair as he rocks his head back and forth.)
Caine: " It shall be done Moongoose McQueen, for though he sees thru the deceptions of this world, he cannot see past himself. That is why he prostitutes himself to any heathen who would offer him but a single coin of silver or gold. But that which he sells himself for is fouls good, for when the glorious reign falls upon kingdoms of the earth, all that he turned away from my masters for, will vanish and in its place shall be nothing more than ash that will blister his hands.

It shall be done to Mike Showman, for though he thinks that all I speak is an theater for the simple minded, he will soon realize that there is no illusion in all that I do and say. No the illusion lies within himself, for in his mind his money has made itself a fortress that cannot be impregnated by even the ones who have sent me, but in truth he is not more than a child playing in wet cardboard. The money that is the pride of you and your wretched ancestors, it will not save you. You cannot buy favor with my masters with it, nor can you hope to persuade the one whom they have sent. Oh how I long for the day their wrath shall be fall you, for the day when the silver and gold that has been your pride, your legacy, and your name, the day when it made worthless, oh what a joyous day that shall be. How I will rejoice, when you and that wretch McAdams weep over all that you lost before you could even possess it.


Be not joyful Kelly Hackenschmidt, for you will find no fate better than those I have spoken of. I speak to you of what is coming to prepare yourself for what must be done i wish not to do, but I must to ensure my own salvation, for as long I obey, then I shall be spared. AND YOU SPEAK TO ME OF MONEY?!?! SILVER AND GOLD ARE NOT MY MASTERS, IT IS NOT WHAt I SEEK FOR SOONER THAN YOU REALIZE IT WILL BE AS WORTHLESS AS YOUR RANCID WORDS! I HAVE TOLD YOU OF WHAT MUST BE DONE, FOR THE ONES WHO HAVE SENT ME ARE COMING, AND IF IT BE THEIR WILL THAT I REACH INTO YOH MOUTH AND RIP OUT YOUR LYING TOUNGE THEN SO BE IT!!! you are a deceiver for though you have claim to have the strength needed to bring prosperity in the world to come, you lack that which is necessary to be counted amongst those who will find salvation. You do not the strength to tear away the fat from the flesh, to rid the world of the disease of the weak, the sick, and the vain. That is why you and Wakefield dress yourselves in a cloak of purity, because inside all of you beats the heart of a cowardly heathen, and that is a truth your pride will not let you face. On the day of fire, you will be exposed, right before you are eviscerated!

And if Jakob DeLion, where is your boisterous tongue? Have you come to your senses finally and realized how it will only ever add to your suffering? How for all the blasphemous poison that seeps out from it, the only one it will ever hinder is yourself? Why not go and warn the two degenerates of what misery, and woe befalls those who speak against the ones who have sent me? For the pain that Knoxx has felt is not even a sliver of the power the wield, and of the two of you, you have been the more wretched. So the calamity, and horror that shall fall upon your head, I dare not even think of what it may be.



Mortimer Gotch, how can scum such as yourself exist, you poison the minds of the ignorant masses, you cloud their minds and fool them into believing that the standard you hold yourself to will grant salvation. Nothing could be further from the truth. Words like kind and gentle, they are ones that pervert the nature of man, and have condemned the world to burn in a flood of fire from which none shall be able to hide from. You Gotch, you are an evil that I will relish ripping to shreds with my bare hands. When the time for your sacrifice comes, it will be carried out without remorse, or honor. Your flesh shall be crushed and your body scattered to the wind, that is what you deserve for the evil you perpetrate and perpetuated.

Anthony Leonhart, Cody Marshall, I beg you to turn away from the pride that has blinded you, to cast of the kingdoms you proclaim, instead turn your eyes to the ones who are sending me, for they will uproot the empires of this earth and lay to waste the foundations upon which they were built and not even all of their armies may resist them on the appointed hour. Spare yourselves from the destruction that will befall the earth, for those who are found worthy and have served will be spared. Do this while you may, do not stir up their wrath against you, for those who have turned away from the call, they shall be made an example of, when the ones who have sent me demonstrate their power in full measure, without mercy.

Listen to these words well, Ahren Fournier, for all that I have spoken to the others, I speak of you. You, who still knows not the horrid deeds he has committed, you who stands himself to be counted amongst two men who have deceived nations with their venomous words. You count yourself amongst men whom my masters silenced long before you were born, ones who paid for their wickedness with their lives. This is what you crave Ahren, TO BE DESTROYED?!? And for what? That your ego may be stroked by the filth that chant your name? For the vanity of glory that evaporates as soon as it is acquired? What good will it do you when your blood is spilt and runs over into the streets? Or when your bones are trampled under the feet of my masters? OR WHEN THE FIRE THAT WILL TEAR THIS WORLD APART PIECE BY GODDAMN PIECE, EATS YOU AND EVERYONE YOU HOLD DEAR ALIVE?!?! When your flesh is turned to cinders, and your skin has been scattered by a gentle breezzzzeeeeeeeee, what good will the praise of heathens profit you? Your strength, your skill, they will do you no good on that mighty day when the door is opened and they purify all that lays upon this earth. For none can even hope to stand against them, and their will, cannot be denied. For with the sweetest whispers they have told me, they have shown me, I've heard the screams, I've smelled the smoke, I'VE SEEN THE UNENDING LIST OF TERRORS HAPPENING BEFORE MY VERY EYES!!!

I know what is coming, I can't stop seeing it. I DONT WANT TO BURRRRNNNNN!!!!"

(A pained expression paints Caine's face as he tries to regain his composure.)

Caine: These thing they have told me, and they must be soooooooooo hahahahahaha, hhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

(Caine continues to laugh maniacally as the camera fades out.)

The end.

 
I could have read through your little bullshit manifesto word-by-word, watched every little emotion that popped up on your face, but with every thing that comes from you it becomes more and more clear to me by the day. You weren’t ready to be a champion. Maybe that’s why you had to do this the way you did. Maybe that’s why your path to being a champion was going through the backdoor when nobody was watching. You say what you did was the most efficient way? Bullshit. The efficient way would have been to capitalize on what you did before people stopped caring. You were at such a huge height when you won that Vixen’s Cup. But then there was the false cash in. Then the months that followed. You beat someone who was basically coming out of retirement and then you waited a few more months to do something else. You want to take credit for being the leader of a revolution by pointing to all the evidence around you? No “renegade” leader makes changes by making an impact every few months. Where’s all the filler in between? Where’s the moments where you had us on the edge with German Efficiency as you continued to win enormous matches and stake your claims to being the best? Ah, right. None of that matters because that was then and you’re the superior one tomorrow. It’s all changed that much. Here, let me show you a resume of all the training that Sheridan has that makes her better than everyone else. Here, read it! Look at all the thing!! It’s kind of crazy isn’t it? I can’t wait for the next time she gets all mad and stomps around over me disagreeing with her gimmicky shit and demands respect, only to turn around and yell at me that’s she’s better. Oh but she’s a realist she says. No one is a realist like Sheridan is. Realist… I think not. Idealist… yes. That’s it. You’re at this point just taking credit for everyone and trying to stake your claim on this division. You’re trying to be the hero, but you’re the hero nobody even wants. You’re conducting interviews and making appearances… who the fuck cares? You’re the only title holder in this company that’s trying to make it seem like she’s making a difference in the world. Newsflash to you, fantasy girl, no one cares what you say. You chastise me for this, but you clearly live in a world where you don’t even imagine the realm of possibility where you lose at Road to Redemption. That’s reality. And I don’t win this match because of some past match. I’ve never said that. You think because I talk about the past or a match I won, I’m saying that’s why I’m winning this one. As much as you get all pissy over me misinterpreting words, you’re just finding ways to get angry. I win this match because you aren’t ready for this. You’re focused on the big wins you’ll have in the future. You should be focusing on how you will recover from this match. We have to learn from everything that happens in that ring. That’s not German Efficiency or whatever you want to label it. That’s life. The people who are successful in life all spend a great deal of time learning. Whether it’s learning from success or learning from failure. This is going to be a great learning experience for you, Sherrie. As long as you can turn it all around and keep chugging away after this. Because right now you’re a speeding train about to hit a turn and fly off the goddamn tracks. You took your chance and cashed in, but now you’re going full speed ahead and driving out of control. Train wrecks happen, and yours will be fun to witness first hand. Being the one who tilts you off the tracks will be a pleasure. But your giant fucking ego needs to take a hit.
 
I don’t need to give you a resume of my skills to beat you. I bet you have sweet fucking nun chuck skills and fantastic magic playing skills. We all know you lack general social skills. Your best skill is your ability to continue to say the same things over and over. That one ranks over even your in-ring ability. Listen, I used to be your biggest advocate. But that was before you adopted the ‘don’t need anyone’ attitude and starting butting people out of the way. It’s one thing to tell these girls you think you serve as motivator to that they don’t need anyone. It’s a whole different thing to lead by example by showing your style of pushing everyone out of your life with your elbows. Some hero to the little girls you are. I’m sure you show up at assemblies and speak as they drool out the side of their mouths in pure fucking boredom as you give them the most superior speech they’ve ever heard in their fucking lives. You really are as bad as early morning television. I’m talking early in the damn morning. When I’m in the gym just curling bitches like Sheridan Müller before breakfast. Why do we really need to compare our in-ring abilities with words? What does that prove? You could tell me you’re a black belt in 30 different, specific categories, and I could still walk in that ring and beat you. It works vice versa, too. I’m preferring to take the realist approach here that anyone can win a match, just like it always works. I’m also preferring to take the confident approach that I will win. Because there’s nothing you can do to put me away this time. I know that to be the truth, as you like to speak of. Everyone says they’re going to win. You say you’re going to win. But as we always have to point out, the rules don’t apply to you. Your lifestyle is superior to you because you’re the only one that can live it. It best fits you, but sadly for you, it doesn’t fit anyone else. It’s not a superior lifestyle for the rest of the population of the world because they’re busy living like regular human beings. We were built to adapt as the world changes around us, not stick to one thing and beat it like a dead horse. You keep wanting to talk about me and how I turned on everything I stood for. Maybe I fucking evolved and adapted to what I need to be right now. Maybe I just wanted to. German Efficiency will never work as the end-all be-all attitude in EAW because it will constantly adapt. Just like it went from extreme to elite, it will pass by your belief that it has become efficient will pass by like a breeze. Your model is least adaptable than the others because it’s only followed by you. Your evidence to the contrary is just silly at this point. It’s beyond fantasy, no matter how real you want to believe it is. A lot of people believe in fake things though. Plenty of children are waiting for Santa Claus to leave presents under the tree, not realizing it’s just their parents staying up after midnight to run the presents in from their hiding spots. But you aren’t even as cool as Santa Claus.
 
And yet you’re still trying to figure it all out. This has become pretty fun for me this week. It’s how I know without a shadow of a doubt that this match is going to be a blast for me. You seem so confused. You say you aren’t easily manipulated. But I get you weaving left and bobbing right with just words. Think of what I’ve accomplished with just words this week. I’ve gotten under your skin. I’ve forced you to explain yourself without reason. Minor insults have gotten you to the point where you’re jumping all over the place with your own words. You think you intimidate me because you say a lot of words and say so little. I guess you think you intimidate me because you’re the champion? There has to be some reason you’ve got your britches pulled up this high, your underwear so far up your ass that you talk to me the way you do and expect me to shiver in the darkness and fear you. But it’s you that’s so worried I’m going to cheat you out of your title. That’s what your worry is. You’re worried that you’ll lose this match because of some element that’s out of your control. The thing about the OGs is that they will have three different EAW belts when Road to Redemption ends. You can be sure of that. Whether they play a role in our match or not, I couldn’t say. But they know what to expect for me. They know the pure, superior stubbornness I have over you to not let you put me down. Sherplex me 99 times, and I’ll still kick out at 2 3/4s. And even when you’re confident as balls that the 100th one will final do the job, I’ll fucking kick out of that, too. I don’t think you underestimate how much winning this title would mean, but maybe the world doesn’t realize how much losing this would affect you. That’s the real fear I feel creeping in. You think I have everything to lose like this is my last chance and I’d never recover. No, I don’t think that’s right. Because I’ll always be fighting right here among the upper echelon, just a breath away from another title match. But you? You barely got that chance to fight for the Specialist’s title. And then your big moment, your big championship moment came after a Vixen’s title match had already occurred. If you lose, your legacy and everything you stand for is challenged. You talk about paper thin? Your whole rhetoric becomes that if you fall apart at Road to Redemption and let this title slip out of your so-called death grip. The reality of everything with this match lies in perception. You believe a lot of things about yourself and this division right now that you and you alone believe to be the truth. That’s not because the rest of the world is fucking delusional. It never works that way. We’re not all believers in the wrong way and just bashing our heads into the wall because someone tells us to do it. No, that would be the style we all operate under if we followed you. You’re going to lose this match and then everything will change for you. You’re going to have deal with the ramifications of your failures. I’m going to take everything you leave behind in the wake and I’m going to do what you were never capable of doing. I’m going to reign above this division.
 
I’m positive of your delusion if you really, truly believe that I shocked you because I am scared of you. I did it because I wanted to. I did it because it was hilarious to watch you struggle. It was great to see you suffer. I did it as a reminder that you are not all strong and powerful. You are not unstoppable. I didn’t need the shock you. I could have come in and put you down with my hands. I could have done more damage with the skills you want to know so much about. I let you off easy. It was just a warning shot. Well, a warning shock really. If we really are living in the one-woman revolution era of Sheridan Müller, allow me to put it to an end personally. What you do after this, I don’t really care. You think I’m all about entertainment because I fall in line. I don’t care if they find it entertaining or not, but I will out-wrestle you, I will tear you limb from limb and I will beat your stoic expression into your face and stain your blond hair with your own blood. And then I will stand over your desecrated body in the middle of the ring not celebrating with the award they give me, the one you devalue by the day as you call it your own. No, my prize is what lays on the mat. My reward is what I get to do to you in this match. The cancer you talk about so much? It will engulf you and decimate you. It will end you. Road to Redemption is the end of so many things, and the beginning of what EAW really needs. A Vixen’s Division without Sheridan Müller.

Voltage promo #4

The scene opens backstage at the Rupp Arena. It's here in the interview area that we see "Picture Perfect" Mark Michaels dressed in his ring gear with a microphone in his hand, just moments before his Tag Team Grand Prix match against Eclipse and Alexis Diemos of The Sanitorium.

Michaels: "Tonight I'm gonna talk about keeping up with Diemos's, but first thing's first, BIG SHOUT OUT TO ALL MY FOLLOWERS HERE IN LEXINGTON!"

The crowd cheers wildly.

Michaels: "Now I've heard Eclipse Diemos calling me a failure, not true, and a calling me an insect, which really hurt. Now he talks all this crap, and all his minions clap their hands and say to him 'you bet Eclipse, you want me to get you another twinkie while I'm out behind the 7-11 with Alexis?'

Now did I just make fun of Eclipse for being overweight? Yes. Did I call his wife a buy one get two free street walker? Yes. Does it affect what's going to happen in the ring tonight? No, but it was funny. See you and I both know that nothing we say matters, what does matter is who is gonna back up the things they mean. Who is gonna give every thing, even his last breath, to win tonight? Who is gonna take everything you have to throw at him and still come back asking for more? Who is here tonight because he has his sights set on winning the those EAW Tag Team championships? In case you just happen to be wondering Eclipse, the answer is me. Tonight when we lock up, Face to Face, toe to toe, I'm leaving everything in that ring.

And Alexis you have made some good points about how there is no I in team, but don't think for a single solitary second, that Mexi doesn't feel the exact same way. Anyone who has ever crossed paths with him knows just what type of competitor he is, and that he never half asses it when that bell rings. So maybe we're not the best of friends, so what! Look at Shaq and Kobe during the glory days of the Los Angeles Lakers. They couldn't stand each other, but low an behold, they won three consecutive championships. So yeah me and Samurai aren't buddy buddy, but we have the tools and the talent to get the job done.

Now as for how I've gotten as far as I have in this short of a career, it's because I've worked my ass off to be here. I've put more hours than you could count perfecting my in ring technique, push my body to the limit in my work out, learning every trick in the ring general's handbook, and still finding the time to promote EAW wrestling, in every town, every state, country, and continent! That's why I've been facing off against the top of the EAW roster. That's why I'm the guy they call in when they need someone who'll bring the absolute best out of whoever they place in the ring with me. Because i don't know any other way but to be the absolute best every single time out!

So now, here we stand just moments from the opening bell, the one that see past my jokes and your... weird, creepy, what's the word I'm looking for??? Oh that right, Bullshit! Once that match starts, everything that all of has said publicly or privately no longer matter, all that does is who gets their hand raised, and who is left staring up at the lights. I sure do hope you two are ready, because I know for a fact that we are. Are you feeling strong? Are you at one hundred percent for this one? You had best be, because tonight in front of this sold out crowd, here in the Rupp Arena, you are in for the fight of your lives! Get ready because you about to step into the ring with twitter trendsetter, and the rampaging Ronin. The Instagram icon, and the monster with the maelstrom. The men who are about to give every last person in this arena their money's worth. The guys who are about to show your backwater, kissing cousin asses that we are the show, and when it's go time, it's showtime! Why don't you go ahead and Picture THAT!"


Michaels drops the mic and walks out of the frame.

FADE TO BLACK.

Voltage #4

Wednesday, Chestnut Hill, Massachusetts, 5:57 P.M

(The scene opens outside the church of the redeemer. The old style church's tall steeple reaches far into the partly sunny sky. The camera pans down to street level to reveal the man who in his first month on voltage, has made quite an impact. The man who helped to damage Zack Crash. The man who this Sunday faces the EAW Hardcore champion Drastik. The man the world knows as Solomon Caine, standing alone before the bottom step that lead to the church's entrance.)

Caine: "The thought that one man could bring salvation to the masses, the thought that one sacrifice alone might give life. how foolish are those who think that all those who commit horrid atrocities, may go unpunished by one single sacrifice I tell you now that each of you have damned yourselves with your wicked actions, corrupted desires, and false hopes which turns you away the truth of the ones who sent me..."

(Caine points a finger towards the church.)

Caine: "And brings you to worship at the deception. The thought that one may save you, it is as ridiculous as it is false. No, I say to you that no one man can spare this world from what is coming, he may only accept his fate, and bare the full portion of what is coming to him. Do you hear me Drastik? Have you finally come to understand all that I have said? Or have you, like so many other ignorant fools, believed yourself pardoned from the repercussions that you have brought on yourself? Or worst yet have you deceived yourself into believing that what I have spoken to you is but an illusion? That the ones whom I have told you of are phantom specters, that neither see nor hear?! How dare you deny them?! You have not seen the smoke so black and dense, that you could not draw in a single breath from it, nor the burnt and charred remains that fill the streets, nor the flood of fire that was taller than highest mountain, laying waste to all in its path as I have! You have not heard the unending screams of women and children who were eaten alive by the flames. Despite the warnings given to you, You know nothing of what is to come. You mind has been so warped and twisted that it no longer knows truth from lie, right from wrong, life from death!

I say to you once again Drastik, that the ones who have sent me, they are coming to lift from you the fog of deception that keeps you from seeing! They are coming to strip away all that you hold dear, that you may finally realize their truth and clinnnnnggggggg to it With all your might. They are sending me to guide you upon the path they have set for you, the one that that has been yours to walk for eons, the one leads you to the great fate of being the next to be sacrificed. And at the appointed hour, when your body has been crushed, and your blood has been spilled, then they will take back all that they have been robbed of by filth like you. They will take back the places of honor within the minds of men. they take back the sovereignty of their names, and none shall blaspheme against them. They will take back the gold that belongs to those who are truly strong, and not a foolish weakling like yourself Drastik.

PREPARE YOURSELF, FOR DAMNATION IS AT HAND! IT IS NEVER ENDING, WITHOUT EVEN A MOMENT'S REST FOR THOSE WHO HAVE BEEN FOUND WITH FAULT! You Drastik, you have been found with fault. Your vanity has perverted you into only seeking the adulation of wretches, your ego has blinded you to the fact that you are a worthless coward who runs and hides away his face at the moment he is faced with burden or strife. I beg you Drastik to stand your ground this Sunday, face your punishment like a man! For if you choose to take the weakling's way, you will know even greater pain, and suffering, and agony, for they have no use for those who will try to hide from their destiny. They have no use for those whom will try to run from having the world will see them laid to waste thru the powers they possess. And they have no use for he who would spend the few remaining days he had left on this earth trying to slander the one who has served, instead of preparing himself for glorious reign.


Oh how that great day cannot come soon enough. How I long to see them strike down every abomination, every false idol, every deceiver, and every other form of heathen that walks. Oh how I Yearn for the end of ages to beget the fire! How I long to see the cleansing that will uproot the foundations of wicked empires and return all that has been corrupted in this world to its natural order. How beautiful that day shall be to those who have served, and how horrid it shall for those who have turned away from the ones who have sent me, they they might see you Drastik, or any other of your ilk, or even that lie that all are spared because of one. No man may stand upon another, one cannot leach their salvation from any other. Each has been declared either strong, or weak. And the leaches, the vain, the sick, the inept, the ignorant, and all other who they have seen as weak, each will have to pay their own debit, on the great day of the fire. This Sunday, at their chosen hour, the time will come for them to start collecting what they are owed. And it begins with you Drastik, they will take your praise, your fame. They will take away any hope, or satisfaction you may ever feel. And they will take the gold that you clutch, and use to prop yourself up like a crutch.

Come forth Drastik, for I shall teach you, and you will learn well of the works of those who have sent me, for through them you will understand the lies that have been fed to you, you will see past the illusions that this world uses to distract itself, and you will know the fire is coming soon, sooner than you realize. Rejoice for the time is close at hand. Soon all that consumes you will be torn asunder. Soon that great day shall come and the people of this earth shall know just how great and power my masters truly are, just before those same people are brought to ruin, AND BURNT AWAY TO NOTHING MORE THAN ASH AND DUST! YOUR SCREAMS SHALL RING OUT FOR ALL ETERNITY! YOU ALL SHALL WEEP BITTER TEARS AS YOU WITNESS ALL OF YOUR GRAND WORKS AND DEEDS SWALLOWED WHOLE BY THE FLAME! The streets shall run red with your blood. The wind shall sweep away your smoldering remains. And no one, not the false idols you have placed your faith in, and not even your precious Drastik, can save you. Cling to your false hopes if you will, it shall not matter at the end of ages. For all these things they have told me, and they must be so.

(Caine steps off to the left out of the frame. After he does so, the camera sweeps upwards to the sky showing the steeple framed against the now cloudy sky as the church bells ring.)

The end

Just when I was beginning to respect you again Haruna, you drop the fucking ball. What is it with you and dropping the ball? You get a good head start going, showing the world how much of a badass you are, and then - flop. Face on the floor, red from embarrassment. You feel big and bad talking about me underneath Cailin’s shadow. You think you’re going to change shit, sweets? Ha! You couldn’t even win a tag match with me last year. Hell, you can’t even save your own damn relationship. And here you are, chasing after someone who doesn’t even want your ass. My alliance with Azumi has nothing to do with you so get your head out your fucking ass Haruna! It’s about something bigger than you, I, or even this civil war between the women’s roster. It’s about honoring our sensei plain and simple. Don’t blame me because for providing her with something you’re not. 

Sheridan, I reeeeeally suggest that you listen to yourself from here on out. You talk down to the veterans of the game as if none of our victories, none our strides mean nothing. You talk as if you’re the only woman whose accolades matter. HBG was right about one thing. Her title reign was stolen from her. You’re not a tested champion yet- hell, even I had at least once successful defense. If you count my time with JET, add several more. The divine difference between your team and our team is that we know what the promise land looks like. The ruse is up sweets- the world already knows what a real champion looks like. Funny thing is I'm not even talking about myself…

I’m talking about the woman who will be standing next to you.

Cai, you’re the only one on your side who knows what it takes the be the best. ‘Ria thinks she knows and as talented as she is - her own blind ambition limits her. You know this. You understand it. You know that Haruna is here because of you and if you fall in this match, so will she. Tarah’s a lost cause, and Sheridan’s downfall will be underestimating the competition. Stop pretending that this is anything different from what it actually is: Five women who want to fight vs five women who KNOW how to fight. All of you are glorified solo artists compared to our merry band of heartbreakers and risk takers. A band that has been training to fight as a cohesive unit. A band who has yet to undermine one another. A band whose hearts are all united under one common cause: eliminating the Sirens tomorrow night. You will fight hard, but you will fall. My beast is practically salivating at the thought of victory. You have so much drive- but I’m the one who wants it more this time around. When that bell rings and we lock eyes, you will see what I’m talking about. This isn’t about exchanging words anymore. This is about stating a claim. I came here win and put the past behind me. You came to fight- but there will always be another battle in our line of work sweets. Another opponent to conquer, another championship to win. Aria’s right- friends were never paramount and you’re right to say this is personal for me. This is more personal than you’ll ever know. 

(arms out)

Come at us with everything you have ladies…

(The rest of Team OG: Cameron, HBG, Kendra, and Veena appear out of the shadows behind Cloud)

We’ll be waiting.

 
We’ve heard a lot of different ideas this week. We’ve seen certain degrees of silence come from some competitors. Others haven’t been able to say enough. Me? I’m at peace with everything I’ve said and done. It’s a team effort, yes, but it wasn’t up to me to make anyone do anything, nor incite any extra ill will from the other side. I said what I wanted to because I simply wanted to say it. From the moment I became Empress of Elite, many wanted me to instantly start my campaign towards a title. In some ways that was robbed from me in place of this cause. But I was patient because I remain prepared. It was clearly outlined when my match would be. If I really could just take the title match, I would have. But out Vixen’s Champion at that time, she wouldn’t have accepted me as a challenger. She’d been there and done that dance and she was more than aware what happens when she challenges me. Instead, I was prepared to watch HBG do her damndest to remain a champion and take her title to Road to Redemption and face me. I was ready for it. I was excited for it. My, how things have changed. Somewhere in the middle of this war, Sheridan Müller was the one that shook everything up. This really has never been about what any of the OGs say it is. They say it’s jealousy. I’ve never been jealous of them. Sheridan has never been jealous of them. We both understand that they earned everything they have today. They can accuse me of being envious or trying to go to awful lows to reach their point, but that’s never been the path I took. I simply showed up here and fought. That’s what they did. If I reach their levels, it will be because I earned it. Not because I cheated my way there, or because I was too chicken shit to stand up for myself and really fight. That’s not who I am. That’s not who I’ll ever be. It will be mocked and it will be dissected, but yet I won’t be scathed by their attempts to tear me down into small pieces. Even in this match, no matter what happens, you can be certain that I will fight my ass off and nothing said this week will be my downfall. This isn’t some sort of perceived invincibility. This is my pure fucking will to keep fighting until I’m dead. This war, it doesn’t end in any kind of peace or resolution. Someone will win and everyone will lose something. And yet you won’t see a single woman in this match turn away like they’re scared. Still, some will rise above all others. They will brave the storm of fear that creeps underneath. They will find it within them to match the skills of the rest. And one person will make the biggest impact that swings the entire direction of this match. This is about momentum. This match can change so quickly in just a few moves. It just comes down to which person is the one that makes them. The real game changer. I plan on being that game altering fighter. I know what it takes and I know how to do it. I’ve shown it before. Don’t believe these elders when they tell you Cailin ain’t shit. Don’t believe their comrades when they say their going to put me away for good. This war is playing out long game style in a short amount of time. Maybe it’s all coming down to one fight, but what takes place during that fight could be a number of moments that change everything. That’s where someone like me comes in. I’ve proven it so many times. Look what Aria and I did to Hexa-Gun the first time we highlighted an FPV? Look what I did to the Vixen’s Champ, to HBG in big matches with all the attention. Think about how I battled back from the floor at Pain for Pride after being taken out with a chair. I took the worst and it still almost wasn’t enough. Look at what I did that whole entire Empress tournament. I’d love to sit here and tell you I will be the person to win this match. But I can’t say that. What I will say is that I’m confident I will be the reason my team wins this match. Because I’m not going to back down to this challenge or bow down to the goddesses from that other team. I’m not caught up in emotion over fighting an ex or an idol. I’m not lost in hatred over fighting someone who mocks me or my biggest nemesis. And I have no fear in dealing with a bitch who can’t stop changing what she thinks about me from week to week. I’m the one who is ready to step in that ring and waylay this whole fucking match. They can tell you I suck and keep preaching with their rose-colored glasses and shared special Kool-Aid, but what I’m speaking right now is the pure truth. This is a sermon that goes beyond religion. This whole war started with a purpose that faded over time. What this war means now is different from what it once mean before. We’ve changed the game, we’ve changed the rules and now we’re all here. I started from the very bottom of this company. I was put in the lowest part of the barrel and stepped on. Nothing more than arm candy for a shit group with no purpose. That wasn’t enough for me. I wanted more. No one here was just going to do that for me. I had to fight for it. I fought for survival and I fought off extinction. And no matter how many times they’ve tried to make me leave, or beat me down and hurt me, or just downright kill me. I’m still fucking right here. This match isn’t my last hurrah. It’s far from it. This is still the beginning of my journey. And I’m not content with people looking at me and saying, “Oh, she’s done a couple nice things here and there.” The OGs are fighting to protect their legacies, right? To ensure their status is solid. They have said it themselves. We’re all fighting for ours too. What do we have to lose? Nothing. What do we have to gain? Everything. Do you realize how dangerous that makes us? That’s where this whole game changed. And that’s only the beginning.
 
I appreciate what you three OGs have done. Both in past and present. You don’t have to believe my humility when I say nice things and you can keep sticking your noses to the bushes and waiting for the moment I pounce so you can be ready. But this is real. I have respect for you. I have admiration for you. That, in no way, doesn’t mean I should back down or not want to fight you. That’s bullshit coming from your lips. You act like that’s some sort of way to prove that I don’t respect any of you. But, nah, you know the truth. I love you and I love a challenge. So I want to fight you and I want to beat you. That’s what’s going down at Shock Value. There’s an opportunity at hand that I wouldn’t let slip. No way, no chance. I will fight each and every one of you until I can’t do it anymore. Until my team comes out on top in this match. You can call it disrespect. I call it rising to the occasion. Stephanie, don’t you think for even a second that I’m not ready for this match. You have talked a lot about me and Aria this week but you and I both no one thing is obvious. I’m not Aria. That doesn’t make one of us better than the other, it just makes us different. That’s why we all complemented each other so well. That’s why you and I complemented each other even more so. We knew how to fight together. We know how to fight each other. You and I both know what it takes for our teams to win this. We both know it isn’t easy. We understand what’s going to happen when we get the chance to fight in this contest. I feel like I might have the most unique position of anyone here, because I don’t have to hate a single one of you. I don’t have to be downright nasty like Veena or any of the others. I don’t have to think I’m above any of you and I can still sit here and confidently think I can win. I don’t require extra motivation. All I needed was the match. You know, even without some war in play, you could expect me to show up ready for business. We’ve reached the end of this week so now it’s time to get in that ring and put up or shut up. I know what I’m doing at Shock Value. I know what I have to do to win. And I will do it. See you Saturday ladies. We’ll settle this once and for all.

So what do you guys think about this? I'm actually surprised at this, but then when you put in how long someone's been in the company, and title run checks and then the net worth with Total Divas, it doesn't work. Plus merch.

Shock value #4


Oklahoma City, Thursday, 11:15 P.M


(The scene opens on the streets of the Ardmore district of Oklahoma City. The streets are nearly deserted due the freezing weather on this night. Only the most desolate of city's population, who have nowhere to take shelter, Stand on the streets tonight. The camera pans across several people, all them homeless without clothing thick enough to keep them warm, shivering in the shadows from the chill in the air. The camera continues to pan across them until it stops in front of Solomon Cain standing under a street light.)

Caine: "My Brethren!"

(He says with each word punctuated with his hot breath visible against the light.)


Caine: "Hear my voice, for the words I speak are the ones of those who have sent me. Soon, sooner than any of you would realize, all of your suffering will come to an end. The ones who have sent me, they are coming to cleanse the world of your sickness. They are sending fire that will end you all! How joyous that day will be when the glorious reign falls down upon the earth. But that day will not come unless the sacrifice they have called for, is prepared for them on their altar at the hour they have appointed. This Sunday they are calling for a great multitude to be slaughtered in their name, and I will perform the duty they have entrusted me with. On the day of lightning, they shall demonstrate they power they wield when they may waste to the chosen whom they have found fault with. What great honor, and horrid fortune is theirs.

What a grand fate that awaits Danny Knoxx. He who had made great boast of his strength, has been humbled to where his words are but the buzzing of a fly! You have already received a small taste of what lies in wait for those who speak ill of my masters. You have already been stripped of the pride you once defined yourself by, and now my masters are sending me to strip away everything else that defines you now. They are coming to wrench from you your ineptitude, your vanity, and even your allies whom you shall watch being consumed by the great fire. No, for when you had the chance to present yourself humbly before them, you instead scoffed at them. Doing so now will not gain you any favor, or mercy. It will not grant you any salvation or clemency. No, all you will receive for your works, will be to watch as the world burns around you.

And the same fate is bound to Jakob DeLion. He who roared like thunder against my masters, only to witness his own downfall at their hands. He who is the blood of the lion, he has become the pray on which all have feasted upon. Do you finally see Jakob? Do you recognize the power they wield? How much pain and suffering must you experience before you do so? My masters have set aside a special punishment for you Jakob, one that will great you every morning, and terrify you every night. One that you can not run from, one that will ensnare you for the rest of your days. And if you question why tragedy after tragedy has befallen you, and why it will do so for the rest of your wretched life, know that it is Your rotten tongue has shackled you to your own damnation!

Jon McAdams, do not gloat over them for you have been counted along their side. You shall all drink equally of the same bitter drink, for it was all of you who slandered and blasphemed the name of my masters. Only now have you realized that they have the ability to save, or the power to slay. They have twisted and manipulated the evil desires that beat in your heart, to bring about their own beautiful purpose. You have come to realize this fact, but you have realized far too late. When they had offered you up warning of the things that were to come to pass, you did not listen. Iiinnnsssstteeeaaadddd you wrapped a Vail of pride around your eyes. You sought to challenge them, and in doing so you have dug yourself a pit to be BURRIED IN ALIVE!!! All that you have inherited, and all that you have built, you see it eroding before your eyes. All the money and power you gain, and everything they can give to you, can not bring you even a moment of peace. (Pointing towards a the homeless.) You have been reduced down to their level whether you realize it or not. There is nothing left of you except breath in your lungs, and the blood in the veins, and soon enough my masters will come to take that from you as well."

But what of the others, you ask. Might they still find salvation? They have cast their lots, and now must pay the consequences.

And this is not a price you can pay with silver nor gold Mike Showman. All the riches in the world will not be able buy you solace or shelter from what is to come! You continue to doubt my masters works, but look to the one with whom you have allied yourself with. He cowers in fear for good reason. Deep down inside he know you can not save him, YOU CANNOT SAVE YOURSELF! Not after you have dismissed the voice of my masters. Not after you have made the same mistake that McAdams has made. You have tossed aside whatever mercy they may have granted you, in favor of your own vanity. WHY HAVE YOU DONE SOMETHING SO FOOLISH?!? Have you truly deceived yourself into believing that my masters' works are all just theatrics?! That they themselves are NOTHING but phantom fears and spectral illusions?! You will learn first hand how real their power is when you are trampled under their feet! When your flesh is torn from your body! When your screams echo thru out eternity! When youuuuuu have been sacrificed.

And what of you other doubters? What will become of you? For JD Damon, you will stand alone. All alone. There will be none left to guide you, none whom will stand by your side and no one who will watch your back! You will face their judgement by yourself, and you will fall before them. You will offer yourself in service to them, just as you have with so many others. You harlot! They see that you are too weak to serve them, to serve there great purpose. Scum like are not worthy of mercy, or salvation, or even life. All a man like you can do is offer up lip service praise and empty pledges. You may not offer either to those who sent me. The only offer you may bring is that of acceptance and humility, as you lay yourself down upon the altar and patiently await the chosen hour of your sacrifice.


Alonzo how long will you grasp onto your deluded fantasies? How long will you claim to be something that you are not? How long will you try to fool yourself into thinking you are a hero? You are nothing but a thief who stole a new identity, that he might turn the hearts and minds of the masses away from my masters and take them for himself. Alonzo, do you not see that the longer you bind yourself to this deception, the more it entraps you? The more you perpetuate this charade the more it consumes you? For while you cast yourself in this role, you deny who YOU truly areeee. You deny the weakness that lies within you! And though you may be able to fool the ignorants who gather like files to honey, you cannot fool my masters! They see right thru to the very core of you! They see you for the wretch you truly are. And when they have deemed the hour to do so, they will strip away the facade you wrapped yourself in and expose you to the world. And then after you have been made bare, they will send down their fire to consume you. In that instant, you will see that real power is more than moving objects and deceiving fools.

Ahren, I am saddened. All your skill, all your talents, THROWN AWAY LIKE TRASH! Your speed and strength would have served them well, but your ego has twisted your mind. You would rather burn with Filth than be spared from the fire. You will not stand by their side at the glorious reign! No you will experience every GODDAMN ounce of pain they have stored away for you! Even with all your speed you cannot outrun them. And your strength is but nothing compared to theirs! You threw away salvation, and for what? For the praise of those whose body's will burn In the street?! For silver and gold which will melt away and turn to ash?! TELL ME WHY!!! Why you have acted so shamefully? It no longer matters for you have stood to be counted among the condemned. You have bound yourself to the wicked, and now you shall parish along with them! This Sunday you will realize the mistake you have made. When your body is broken upon the altar, you will realize that all I have spoken is true and when you beg for there mercy, it will be far too late.

And do not think I have forgotten about you Maero. Do not think that I ever could. They have whispered to me the words you have spoken. They have told me of how you still doubt. Of how you still cling to your vanity and believe it will save you. How you think you are strong enough to stand against them and walk away unscathed. They have told me of how you speak like a wretched, wicked, sick, filthy, inept, weak, HEATHEN!!! You think that the words that pour out from your evil tongue will go unpunished?!? That you are some how better than any of the others I have spoken off?! You are the worst of the lot because the gift they have given you, you claim it was your own to begin with! You claim that your demon was one that was crafted by yourself, I say to you that it was one they had fashioned for you, that you might serve there purpose! Now you look to turn that gift against them?! HOW FOOLISH CAN YOU BE?!? You seek to challenge them, be careful of what you wish! For they will strike down upon you with unrelenting fury. They will beset you, and overcome you, and when they do you will beg them for an end to your miserable existence. The worst day you have know, will seem like pure joy. Losing those you have loved, will be bring you great happiness for now they will not share in the punishment you have brought upon yourself! This Sunday, bring your demon, we wish to reclaim our property before your demise. On the great day of lightning, that demon shall be set free, and when it is, it will bring about your downfall. This Sunday, you shall be made example of. You will demonstrate to all the world what happens when you challenge the ones who have sent me!


So I say again to you, ALL of you. That on the chosen hour of the consecrated day, my masters will begin on their path to ending your suffering! For when you are destroyed, you will suffer. O longer! All of these thing they have told me, and they must be so!"

(Caine begins to laugh wickedly as the camera begins to pull back and fades out.)


The end

SHOCK VALUE #4

(In the conference room of the Skrivin Hilton Oklahoma, Mike Showman is relaxing in a chair with his legs on the top of the table and his eyes closed. After a few minutes, a text alert rustles him up and he checks his phone. As soon as he does, that, he leaves out a visible cry of excitement)

Mike: Finally, it’s show time.

(Mike gets up and adjusts his dress and places all the things in the room properly. Finally, he hears a knock on the door. He goes and opens it and one of Mike’s bodyguard comes in)

Guard: Sir, the men you asked for are here. Let me warn you though, some of them really creep me out.

Mike: Do they? Well then I suggest you stay right here because, I have a very important job for you. A job which only you can do. I believe that your shooting skills would come in handy. Anyways, bring them in.

(The guard asks the men outside to come inside the room. Soon, one by one, people dressed as Ahren Fournier, Maero, JD Daemon, Alonzo Clarrissian, Jakob DeLion, Danny Noxx all come in. They are followed closely by Mike security guard)

Mike (smiling brightly): Gentlemen, welcome to Skrivin Hilton, one of the most expensive hotels in Oklahoma City. You know, now it really feels like Shock Value is just a day away. But I count only six people when there should be seven. I mean there are nine people in that match but excluding me and Jon, who I did not include in this because I don’t want to disturb his practice, there should have been seven. (Turns around faces his bodyguard) Where is Solomon Caine? I told you to keep them under close supervision because even if one them wanders off, this whole thing would be jeopardized.

Guard (confused): Sir, he was right behind them….I do not understand…..

(Suddenly, a man bursts into the room wearing a hideous costume with a cape. He has with him a little music player, a flashlight his face is filled with too much makeup. He stands near the entrance and turns on his music player which starts to play some weird music. The then starts flashing is flashlight while skipping around in an awkward manner and shouting)

Man: I am Solomon Caineeeeeee….. While you speak of winssssss and lossesssssss, of glory and honorrrrrrr. I speak of life and destruction! I seek not silver nor gold, I quest not for praise of adulation but only seek to survive! Fear me, OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

(Mike somehow grabs the flashlight from Caine’s hand stop him)

Mike: STOP, STOP. This was not how it was supposed to be. You were supposed to get in with the others and then do your ridiculous stuff. Jesus, how difficult it is to follow simple instructions? Listen everyone, from now on, no more errors or botches. We stick to the script that I have prepared so thoughtfully and after all this is done, you will get paid and enjoy living a lavish life. At least for a week that is. Anyways, you will follow what I just said and ask no more questions from here on. Is that understood? Any questions

DeLion: Yeah, which way to the bar?

Mike: AHA, GOT YOU. Remember, I said no more questions? This means you are supposed to ask no more questions. But since you have violated that rule, ten percent of your fee would be deducted.

DeLion: Shit

Mike (turning to his bodyguard): Managing these people is indeed a pain in the ass

Guard: Oh yeah? You should have seen my men recruit them. Posing as EAW superstars and then getting paid handsomely for that? It’s like everyone wants to do that. Sometimes we had to back off just because the crowd was too much to handle.

Mike: These people who came in droves, don’t they have anything to say about working for me? I mean, I am the man who humiliated their superstars and continue to do so. Yet the queue up for my job offer?  

Guard: I guess they just want the money

(Mike nods)

Mike: Anyways, like I said, I have an important job for you, a job which requires some shooting.

Guard (eyes lighting up): Yes Sir, I am ready for whatever job you give me

Mike (smiles and hands him a video camera): I want you to shoot what happens here

Guard (a bit disappointed): Sir, you want me to…shoot….this?
Mike: Yes of course. You thought there was going to be a shootout here with guns? Of fuck you

(Mike then turns to the “EAW stars” seated inside the room with a smile on his face)

Mike: So people, you ready to begin?

“EAW stars” (together): YES.

Mike: Awesome. Already loving the enthusiasm levels here. Now as we all know that this week, we have a special match knows as top prospect scramble match at an event known as Shock Value. You all along with Jon and me will be participants in that match. I know many words have been exchanged but we never have been face to face before. So this is a historic event. Would any of you like to say anything about the match and the event, Shock Value on a whole? (Looks expectedly at the people)

(However, Mike is greeted with nothing but silence)

Mike: Oh well, I insist that you say something and if there will be no volunteers then, I will go around picking people up myself. Oh fuck it, I will just do that

(Mike moves around the seated people. After few seconds, he picks “Ahren Fournier”)

Mike: Ahren, my old buddy, why don’t you start off. I am sure we would all like to hear what you think about this match and Shock Value in particular

(The guy dressed as “Ahren” gets up slowly and takes a long and deep breath)

“Ahren”: First of all I want to say STOP REPEATING YOURSELF AND COME UP WITH SOMETHING ELSE??!!! SIMPLE SOLUTION RIGHT!! Me helping you is stupid? Why? I helped you out so much. Did you see how much stupidity you marble mouthed out? I’m trying to make you a better person….

(Mike stops “Ahren” in mid-sentence)

Mike: Dude, I want to talk about the match and not on anything else. Understand? Wrestling match? Shock Value? Do you follow me?

“Ahren”: But I can’t…I mean, I always have difficulty following other people….not to mention my mental capacity is so low that….that….even after someone has stated a point and proved it using solid facts, I still continue to oppose it. I know it makes no sense but I still do it…….it is like, being completely detached from this world and living in a world of my own

Mike: I understand. Not everyone is the same. Some people live in places like this and the others get hired by people living in places like this. But anyways, I believe in second chances so I will give you another chance and this time, you must not fuck up alright?

“Ahren”: Fuck..up? Fuck….some…girl you mean? I love fucking but mostly get fucked because of silly situations I find myself in because of my own….faults which I totally do not admit. Like….this whole situation of getting owned by Mike Showman is totally my fault because…..I unnecessarily tried to humiliate him…you know….

Mike: Good that you realize that. Now, I got something for you (hands him something). This is magic dust. Once you pour this on yourself, you become a trill fairy. You know what the fuck is a trill fairy, right?

“Ahren” (pouring dust on his head): YAAAYYY!! I AM TRILLING, CONDOMS, JENIPURR. YAYYY!!!!

(Mike catches him and delivers nails him with his finishing move. The guy dressed as Ahren Fournier falls lifeless to the ground)

Mike: Ahhh, I feel so good right now. Oh by the way, (turns to his security guard who is recording) you recording this shit right? Yes? Awesome.

(Mike then turns to the other guys who are terrified)

Mike: guys, no need to worry. If you follow my instructions properly, nothing will happen to you. Besides, you all should be happy right? There is one less person to pay because after he wakes up from that, he isn’t going to remember anything and so, your share will be more. Anyways, who is next?

(Mike turns his attention on the guy dressed as “Maero”)

Mike: Maero, why don’t you be the next one? Tell us something about you and the Sanatorium and how someone such as yourself became associated with it

“Maero”: Well from an early age I was good at two things, writing and sucking. I remember how I used to write so much about ways to suck. The first talent got me a PHD and the second one got me a place in Sanatorium. Because…..I am a no talent, trash talking son of a bitch….and if I wasn’t so good at sucking Eclipse’s dick, I probably would have been sucking my own dick…in some dark corner. No wait, this isn’t right.

(Mike, who was enjoying this, appears a bit angry at the abrupt stop. The guy dressed as Maero stands right in front of Mike looking at him in the eye)

“Maero”: This script you gave me is made up of things you want to hear and has not one bit of truth associated with it. I will not be sitting here and see one of my favourite wrestlers getting humiliated like this just because you want to look better

Mike: Oh, and why?

“Maero”: Because I too am rich you fucking peanut butter flavored, off brand, Starbucks latte.

Mike: Good for you. Get yourself a good doctor

(Mike low blows the guy and then slams his head using a DDT)

Mike: Wow, I am actually getting some practise here. Good .Anyways, Solomon Caine, would you like to be the next one?

(The guy dressed as “Caine” slowly gets up with all his gear)

Mike: Just say whatever you want to and let’s get this over with

(“Caine” takes out a box of matches and lights a fire. Using that he lights something which, after blowing the fire off, produces a lot of smoke. He then starts to switch his light off and on and then, turning on that creepy music, starts to dance around)

“Caine”: Fear me, because I am the theatrically enhanced, special effects added man known as Solomon Caine. Everyone should fear me because I am full of many such special effects with which I try to make myself look more legitimate because everyone knows I will be transformed to a fucking joke the day this is turned off. So I always have a full stock of special effect things ready. But even I know that they won’t help me in that match. But it’s okay because it’s not like I am looking to win or anything because there are better men who will go on and win anyways.

Mike: Well said. That is what I actually wanted to hear. You are honest Caine, I give you that and I promise that tomorrow, I will win because I am the better man. Anyways, a job well done and now, it’s time for your payment

(“Caine” leaves a huge sigh of relief and becomes excited at the prospect of getting a reward.  Mike puts his hands in his pocket and pulls out a couple of play notes and gives them to “Caine”. “Caine” is clearly surprised)

“Caine”: But this isn’t real money

Mike: No of course this isn’t. But you should be happy with it because, this is fake just like the man who you are portraying tonight. Seems like an ideal reward.

“Caine”: Sir please, you said you would give me money if I did exactly like Solomon Caine.

Mike: I did not, he did. Why don’t you take that from him then?

“Caine”: Sir, please.

Mike: HA! Got you didn’t I? Don’t worry man, I am only joking. You will get exactly what you deserve.

(Mike kicks him in the gut and delivers a power bomb on one of the chairs)

Mike: WHOOO! That is what is called a superb ending (turns to his security guard who was filming). Got all that on the camera? Not I must send one copy to Jon, he would like…..

The guys impersonating Jakob, Noxx and Daemon speak up together: WHAT ABOUT US?

Mike (turning back): I don’t care about you three. And you, the one supposed to be Daemon, you need to stay silent because clearly Daemon has lost his ability to speak. Now is it because of utter fear or because he bit his tongue hard, I don’t know. But yes, even if he comes and speaks out, it won’t matter now so you three, do whatever you want because, I’m leaving

(Mike leaves as the three standing guys look at the others who have fallen and wonder what to do. Suddenly, after a few seconds, Mike comes back)

Mike: You know what, I have changed my mind

(Mike picks up a nearby chair and starts beating the people in the room one by one. Finally, after getting his share of beating people up, he drops the chair and slides his hand in his other pocket. From there, he brings out a thick wad of real notes which he throws in the air. Soon, the room is filled with money as Mike smiles)

Mike: That covers up for all the damage done to this room and also the medical bills of these poor souls. As for Friday when the real ones show up, this very state of the room should be a warning to them to steer clear of me because I am ready, ready to win

(Mike energetically exits the room)

Voltage #4

Paris, France, Friday, 1:35 a.m.

(The scene opens on the streets of Paris. All is quiet at the this hour. There is very little in the way of traffic (pedestrians or otherwise) tonight. The camera turns from the street, to find a man standing in the cold, the warmth of his breath visible in the camera's ledge. the man who will be competing in a two on one handicap match this Sunday on Voltage. The man the world knows as Solomon Caine.)


Caine: "This city, has stood for over a millennia. It not because of the marvelous wonders that man has crafted with his hands. It not because of the vanity of those who shape stone or cloth, or color. It is not because lust of those who seek another to cast their weaknesses upon. No, it is because this city was built upon blood. Like a great tree that has grrrrooowwwnn tall from being constantly watered, so has this land drank greedily of the crimson red that is spilled from the hearts of men. They have seen this, and that is why my masters have allowed it to stand. For though the heaths who trample over it are all vain, and greedy, and wicked, my masters know that this land will soon thirst again. And when it does, it will drink from all of filth within it. That time will come this Sunday.


This Sunday will see the blood of Keelan Citinich, and Marco Fedor spill from their bodies, and be swallowed up by the ground. They will be the next two to be sacrificed to keep this city standing. They have brought this judgement upon themselves, with their wicked actions, and rotten words which festers and infects the minds of those who turn their eyes away from the truth.


You horrid monsters will see the bodies of your false idols, crushed and crumbled before your very eyes. You will hear their cries for mercy, you will witness them succumb to the power of those that sent me. You vile heathens you. Your time is short and you don't even realize it. Instead you choose to fix your eyes upon those wretches that will be slaughtered in the name of my masters. You praise them for their vanity, you rejoice in their blindness. You have turned them weak. And for them indulging their weakness they must be stricken down.

You must be stricken Keelan, because you have turned away from the harsh truth, that all is for not in this world. That all the false glory in this sickly earth, will not mean A GODDAMN THING at the end of aaaaggggeeessssss! All cheers and adulation from those weak inepts will profit you nothing when your body has been eaten alive by the flames that my masters are sending. In that everlasting moment you will hear their cheers, turn into such horrific screaming that it will echo out for all eternity. You have denied them Keelan, and now they will deny you. They will deny you peace, and comfort, and rest, and hope for the small amount of miserable days you, and the The vermin like you, have left. Do as you will Keelan, partake of great feasts, swallow as much of the drink as you can, see the works of the hands of men while they still stand, for This Sunday will be the beginning of your end Keelan.

As it will be yours Marco. No amount of words could ever describe the true type of filth you are. You are a liar, a deceiver, a insect that lays its eggs in the minds of fool, and twists and perverts their true nature. You infect their minds with your disease till they cannot tell darkness from light. It is the works of men like YOU Marco, that my Masters must Come and cleanse everything on this earth. IT ALL YOUR FAULT! The screams of women and children that will fill the streets it's all your fault! The flood of fire that will tear down every nation and kingdom it's all your fault! The bodies of men that will be turned into nothing more than specs of dust , it's all your fault! WHY?! WHY HAVE YOU AND YOUR KIND PUSHED IT TOO THIS POINT?! WAS IT YOUR OBSESSIONAL GREED, OR YOUR INSATIABLE LUST?! WAS IT YOUR BOTTOMLESS VANITY, OR WERE YOU JUST SUCH A FOOL AS TO BELIEVE THAT YOU COULD COMMIT SUCH ATROCITIES AND NEVER HAVE TO PAY YOUR DUE PUNISHMENT?! You rotten fiend. They have sent me to scrub the foul smell stain of you off this planet. The end of ages will bring about your end, and when it does, my masters will take another step on their road to the glorious Reign.

It's coming, that beautifullllll day will soon be unfurled upon this earth. They have described it in the sweetest whispers in my ear, they have shown it to me in the briefest flashes before my eyes. They will must be done. THEIR commands must obeyed. What they have told me, it must be soooooooo!"


(Caine lifts his gaze to the skies above and begins to laugh menacing, and maniacally.)

Caine:"hahahah it must be so. Hahaha it must be so."

(The camera fades to black)

The end

(Scene starts with Ahren Fournier standing outside in front of the building that he normally works out at in an undisclosed location)

Jon McAdams, I really don’t have anything say to be honest, because you didn’t say anything. I can’t respond to what you did, because all you did was the same thing. You didn’t try to defend yourself with everything that I said, so I mean I guess I can just sit here and stare at the camera for like 5 minutes. That would be a hell of a lot more entertaining than whatever the hell you just did. It’s very ironic how these two, other one being Mike Showman, are calling me retarded when it’s clear they have some sort of mental disorder. Hence why they can’t think of an actual argument against me other than going to the classic 3^rd grade response of, you’re retarded, I mean wow, good one. The one thing that he keeps going back to in his over the top shit fest was that I do the same thing. I understand what he’s trying to say, he’s saying that my style is the same every time. But like, it’s a style, if it isn’t broke why fix it? Look at all the legends of this business they follow a formula. Even with that, how do I change what happens in my life? I can’t help what happens in my day to day life anyways, this stuff just happens. Whatever I’m doing seems to be working, and whatever you’re doing seems to not be working at all, seeing that you hardly ever win. Again you can look at the tape of the party I threw, and see that no one you interviewed was even there, so the one childish argument  that I have no friends is voided because it's fake. And you waste your entire time droning on and on about it like anyone cares, but at the end of the day, why would any of that even hold any matter to the match itself? Well it wouldn’t, and won’t, so you’re just wasting your time. It seems that you have this mighty harsh opinion on me, and you love interviewing people to see what they think of me too. Because apparently to you other peoples opinions on people matter a lot. Not the results of the match, everything that leads up to it, and peoples opinions on that, that’s what matters most apparently. So lets see what everyone thinks about you. I’ve decided to get a group of my wild lesbian’s and take to the streets.


(Group of lesbians show up behind him, nodding)


LEGO!!

(They all start running around the streets, lesbians in toe, until they reach someone random walking in the streets)

 

Ahren: SIR SIR HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT JON MCADAMS!!!


 

Sir: WHO?????

 


Ahren: GOOD ANSWER GOOD ANSWER

 

(They run again, until they find someone else)

 

Ahren: SIR WHAT DO YOU THINK OF JON MCADAMS???


 

Stranger #2: Who is that?

 


Ahren: GOOD ANSWER GOOD ANSWER!!

 

(Someone else walks by)

 

Ahren: MAM MAM, THE LESBIANS WANT TO KNOW, WHAT DO YOU THINK OF JON MCADAMS???


 

Mam: I don’t know who that is


 

Ahren: ALRIGHT GOOD ANSWER GOOD ANSWER.. C’MON LESBIANS!!!

 

(They run again, until they see a kid)

 

Ahren: KID, KID, DID YOU ESCAPE FROM THE SANATORIUM???


 

Kid: What?

 


Ahren: NOTHING, HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT JON McADAMS????

 


Kid: That creepy looking guy on TV? With the Pedophile mustache and milky skin?

 

Ahren: uh, kind of harsh language from a child… But yes that would be the one…

 

Kid: Yeah he creeps me out, like he gives me nightmares…

 

Ahren: Just a miracle you know who he is… GOOD ANSWER GOOD ANSWER.. COME ON LESBIANS!!

 

(They start running again)

 

One of the lesbians that is more out of shape than the others: WHY ARE WE RUNNING

 

Ahren: DON’T ASK QUESTIONS WE NEED EXCERSISE… (He slows down) But we can take a break if you’d like..

 

Lesbians: Thank you Ahren

 

Ahren: No problem, I’m a people pleaser, when we’re done here I’m going to get you all some Starbucks coffee!!

 

Lesbians: Yay!

 

Ahren: Lets just stand here on the street corner, we don’t have to run anywhere

 

(Group of people pass by)

 

Ahren: Any thoughts on Jon McAdams?

 

Group person #1: Nope

 

Group person #2: Who?

 

Group person #3: Hey ladies, what are you doing hanging out with this guy

 

Ahren: Umm that’s not the question I asked, but either way they’re lesbians, they’re not interested

 

One of the lesbians: Yeah little boy, we don’t want any of that shit

 

Group Person #3: I can change your mind

 

(One of the lesbians breaks out of the pack and punches him in the face. He goes down like a sack of potatoes)

 

Ahren: Yeah they don’t like when you say that… But thoughts on Jon McAdams? (He kneels down and puts the microphone right in the guys mouth)

 

Group Person #3: HmREOiJOSDIFJDSO

 

Ahren: Hmmm sounds about right… Well I hope this taught you a lesson of showing respect to your fellow humans…

 

Group Person #4: Hi

 

Ahren: Hi, that was awkward… umm what?

 

Group Person #4: I just feel like…. You don’t show respect on a weekly basis though…

 

Ahren: Oh but I do, for I am the Trill Fairy… (back up to the lesbian that punched the dude) Speaking of which you’re getting a visit to….. wait… You don’t need a condom. Hmmmmm well this changed everything, vibrator? Get you a giant black vibrator? I don’t know we’ll think of something… (Goes back to the guy that basically insulted him) No, I don’t, I hit on girls, and if they don’t enjoy my advances then I stop. The only problem with that is I’ve never been stopped because I haven’t met a woman that doesn’t want it…. Except these lesbians.

 

Group Person #4: What about the interviewer you always hang around with

 

Ahren: I mean we’re friends, friends bust each others balls all the time, clearly you haven’t had a good enough friendship where you could do that.

 

Group Person #4: I mean, I guess that makes sense…

 

Ahren: So you have feelings about Jon McAdams then?

 

Group Person #4: I do… I think he’s good, but he can’t really bring anything home..

 

Ahren: What do you mean by this “Take anything home”… Like a female? You mean he can’t bang anyone?

 

Group Person #4 : No… I mean, he does well in matches, he just can’t figure out how to win them.

 

Ahren: I see I see…. Maybe it’s because he never changes what he says…. And even has promos where he doesn’t really have a point at all.

 

Group Person #4: Possibly

 

Ahren: And your feelings on The Crown Jewel Ahren Fournier?

 

Group Person #4: Well you’re a dick…. But like the announcers say every week, you’re the future of this business, Jon McAdams is not. I’m a fan of EAW so I know who he is, but if you walked up and down this street asking random people what they thought of him, I feel like most of the answers would be who, or just a confused what? He ain’t legend

 

Ahren: That’s funny because I just did that, and that’s actually and accurate depiction of what happened. So you would say that Jon McAdams is jealous of me?

 

Group Person #4: I would, and it doesn’t really seem like he has much to say to back anything up either, it’s kind of pathetic. Like he’s self imploding and stopping what little success he had.

 

Ahren: Whoa those are some pretty big and wise words from you sir. Well you can be on your way, I think me and the lesbians are done here. Come on lesbians lets get you that Starbucks coffee!!! WOOOO

 

Lesbians: WOOOOOO!!!!

 

Group Person #4: Hey before you go

 

Ahren: Yes?

 

Group Person #4: Whats the deal with the lesbians?

 

Ahren: Relax Jerry Seinfeld… They’re my friends, they enjoy the fact they’re lesbians, so to call out to the group, it’s just easier to do that this way. I thought it would be a fun activity for us, to get exercise, and get opinions at the same time. And they’re a fun and wild group, which is why I called them wild lesbians.

 

Group Person #4: So like, you’re not gonna bang them? Seems like you bang every girl you run into

 

Ahren: No, because I know that they’re lesbians, I’m not one to force myself on someone. Besides we’re friends. I’ve always wanted a friend of the opposite sex but the problem is they always catch feelings for me and want to bang me. This is perfect because they don’t want to bang me, and I don’t want to bang them, simple as that.

 

Group Person #4: Fair enough… Well me and my friends have to take Group Person #3 to the hospital, bye Ahren

 

Ahren: Bye Group person #4… WELL MY WILD LESBIAN FRIENDS DID WE HAVE FUN????

 

Lesbians: YEAAAHHHHHHH!!!!

 

Ahren: Jon, I hope this opened your eyes more about what the outside world actually thinks about you. Seeing that you care so much about what others think about me, you probably care a whole lot of what everyone thinks... Or doesn't think about you. I mean half of these people don'te even know who you are. Anyways please don’t do another one of those stupid scientist promo things, I got bored halfway, fell asleep, and repeated the process until like the 5^th try. You really know how to bore me… BYE… SAY BYE TO JON LESBIANS!

 

Lesbians: BYEEEE.. STARBUCKS, STARBUCKS, STARBUCKS *they chant as they start walking away*

 

(Ahren and the lesbians walk off camera en route to Starbucks, camera fades to black)

Voltage #4

Friday, Cologne, Germany, 1:35 am

(The scene opens with a shot outside motel room window, down to the streets of cologne. The Cold and wet weather coupled with the hour of night have left the streets practically empty with only the odd, occasional car passing by. The shot pulls back to reveal the man world knows as Solomon Caine, staring out the window, his gaze fixed upon the heavens above.)

Caine: "A flood is coming. It will wash away the dirt and grime that has saturated all the nations of this earth. It will cut thru the ignorance, greed, ineptitude, and weakness that has for far too long been an intolerable sight before the eyes of those who sent me. All of these heathens who have devoted their lives to living as fools blinded by shiny objects and false hopes. All of those festering maggots who cast themselves as chains around the neck of those who are strong enough to accept the truth. That we will all are soon to be victims of the venomous fate that the scum have brought upon ourselves. That they have connived and schemed into positions of power in the every sect. And with that power they have managed to have us all become transfixed upon phantom glories so that they can neither see nor hear the works and words from my masters. They have become addicted to all that is false and vein and do not realize that all their endeavors are for that which is fleeting. They clench their fist around good and silver which cannot protect them. They flee to high towers that will not hide them. They delude themselves by believing that whatever poison spews from their rotten tongue that it is greater than gospel! What do you hope to do Jon McAdams?!? Who can save you? This is not a contest for adulation and pride! This is not a demonstration for fortune and fame! This is the warning to those who will listen!"

(A loud roar of thunder fills the air. Almost immediately a clinking sound emanates from close by. Caine snaps his attention towards it. He spots a big, brown rat scurrying along the dresser. Slowly Caine steps towards it.)

"Why Jon do you provoke them? Do you think you'll be able to outrun them? Do you think you'll be able to bargain with them? Or are you so twisted in your mind that you think you could ever stand and fight against them? I've seen with my own eyes what happens when tries to rebel against their will. I've seen the agony, the suffering, and the remorse was more than I thought humanly possible. But for you Jon, for you it is well deserved. You are the worst kind of filth and disease. Your infect others with your weakness. You pervert the minds of others with your self righteousness and your glimmering trinkets. For this your empire shall be leveled and it's foundation uprooted in front of the whole world!"

(Caine stops and stands next to the dresser. He stares at the rat hiding itself partly behinds a long glass bottle. The rat hisses at Caine who simply scoffs in return.)

Caine: "How fitting an example. A rodent who tries to sneak past forces greater than himself gets caught. And in his pathetic attempt to keep others from seeing his fear, he curse and blasphemes. But though he sounds sure in his boasting, he still knows that he cannot even hope to overpower that which stands before him. And while his gaze is fixed upon the servent..."

(The rat races away. The camera stays fixed on Caine as the sound of a trap closing on the rat and it's last squeals of life ring out.)

Caine: But unlike this creature, Jon McAdams, your doom will not come in the blinking of an eye, your end will be an unrelenting hell from which you will never escape! You will feel the fire eating away at your flesh. Your blood will be poured out like that from a spring! You will weep bitterly, and curse the day the wretched harlot gave birth to you!"

(Caine inhales deeply. His facial expression transitions from malice to mourning)

I'm sorry Jon, I truly am. But this is what must happen for if I fail them then I stand to be judged worst than you. Whatever is in store for you, mine's would be much more. I do as they tell me, and they grant me clemency from the horrors they have planed. I... I can't..."

(Caine flips over the dresser sending everything on it flying. Caine stands silently taking long deep breaths)

Caine: I need to end you. I need to destroy you. I need to dismember you Jon. For they have commanded it and it must be so...

I WILL NOT LET YOU BURN ME JON! I AMN NOT LIKE YOU, I AM NOT WEAK! I AM NOT FILTH. I HAVE HEARD THEIR CALL AND SHALL DO THEIR BIDDING TILL THE GREAT PUNISHMENT FALLS DOWN UPON THIS LAND OF HEATHENS! YOU HORRID SCUM! NOT A SINGLE ONE OF YOU WILL REMAIN AFTER A FLOOD OF FIRE FILLS THE STREETS AND SWEEPS AWAY YOUR CHARRED REMAINS IN LESS THAN A MILLISECOND!!!

I know what is coming, I have seen it, I have heard it, they have told me... AND IT MUST BE SO!"

(Another loud blast of thunder follows a bright flash of lightning whites out the screen before fading black.)

THE END

No, Tarah.
 
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO.
 
Let me say one thing and I hope it goes through your thick ass head – You did not one up me this entire week. You did not in any way, shape or form somehow manage to outshine me. Do you realize how fucking stupid you sound?! All this week the only thing that has been coming out of you is regurgitated BULLSHIT. You say the same thing every single god damn time. We get it, you’re fearless. We get it, you’re unstoppable. WE GET IT, YOU DON’T LET THINGS GET TO YOU. But newsflash – it’s quite clear that my words have cut you deep. But let me get one thing straight – my comment was not intended to shame you for your weight even though, come on, have you heard of a gym? Regardless, my comment was made to make you realize how you’re the USELESS Siren out of the Sirens. You’re the siren that could easily get cut and no effect would be made into the entire dynamic if your shitty little group. Do you get it now? Did that “aha” moment finally struck you like a bus? Before you begin flattering yourself, no, you didn’t hit a nerve of mine. There is no way that someone like you could ever get to me. I’ve been called the worst things in the book. I’ve been humiliated, treated like shit. I’ve learned over my years in EAW how to grow thick skin. The words you say simply bounce off because I’ve proved them after time again that I AM worthy of having this title strapped around my waist. I AM worthy of being called the only RELEVANT Vixen to ever hold both Vixen’s and Specialist titles. I’m sorry that I used you as an example, Tarah. I’m sorry that you were the one sacrificed by the God’s in order for me to reinstate my dominance against this worthless, unforgiven division. But you know, I’m glad that my words aren’t getting to you as you claim. I’m glad that you’re going into this match as confident as can be. You want to know why? Come on Tarah, you REALLY want to know why I’m happy as can be knowing that you’re fucking excited rather than scared for the glass ropes match? Because it’s going to be a sight to see when you’re broken and completely annihilated after you suffer your loss to me. I’ve stated time after time again that whatever happens in the ring isn’t personal. However, tomorrow, I will make it my personal goal to pin you specifically. I can’t wait to hear your murmur disappointing statements to yourself as I have your body pinned against the mat. I can’t wait to make CONSTANT eye contact with you as I’m handed MY CHAMPIONSHIP BACK. Because if there’s one thing you must know, it’s that this is MY CHAMPIONSHIP, IT WAS NEVER YOURS AND IT WILL NEVER BE IN YOUR POSESSION EVER AGAIN. And don’t you fucking DARE come at me with that “I’m a good sport” bullshit. If you really didn’t let your loss against me affect you, then why are you speaking to me in this manner? Why are you here calling me names and berating every move I do? IT’S BECAUSE YOU’RE A SALTY MESS THAT NEEDS TO GET HER ASS IN CHECK, ASAP. Look me in the eyes when you say this bullshit, Tarah, look me in the eyes and tell me that you didn’t feel like a complete and total failure after you lost to me? Tell me you didn’t feel like a complete waste after I hit my old man’s finishing move on your ass to get the pin? This mask that you put on for your fan base is slowly wearing and tearing. And you really think that I’m going to look at Maddie and feel intimidated over your destruction on other beings? Last time I checked, Maddie is still here and having quite the successful run. What was that so called damage that you inflicted on the poor girl? What about your feud with her that should have me shaking in my boots? I should be the one telling you this, not the other way around. I am a Hall of Famer, I beat Sabina at the EAW Awards show years back, at one point in my career I was the longest reining Vixens champion. I am the most creative fucking genius in this roster, in this company, IN THIS ENTIRE PLANET. You crossed a line that you should’ve never crossed. I will make you regret the day you EVER thought ill things about me. NO ONE fucks with me and easily gets away with it.
 

No one. Not even someone who has beat me in the past. Not even someone who won’t stop talking for a second and take a look at the bigger picture. Sheridan, I know that I spoke ill about your German Efficiency lifestyle and for that I apologize. No, seriously – I’m sorry. I’m being the bigger woman in this scenario and I take it back. You proved a lot of valid points. There is a reason why people go to Germany for cars. There is a reason why German cuisine is more tolerable than any other. German efficiency is alive in Germany, but is it alive in you? Do you truly embody German efficiency when all you’ve done is walk around EAW and do absolutely nothing? Let’s take a look at the time frame of your EAW existence – you joined god knows when but all I know is that you won the Vixens cup trophy last year. Or was it this year? What’s the Vixens cup again? Oh, right. Some irrelevant competition that showcased the talents of B-rated Vixens which enabled them to give them something to do for the time being. I don’t mind that though, I mean you have to keep everyone happy while others live in the glory, correct? Anyway, you beat my cousin, that’s all I remember – which I should say, I don’t take the what was her name insults personally so you can go ahead and talk shit about her all you want. In fact, I’ll join you. Rey fucking sucked and she was a complete embarrassment to the Shamez Dynasty. Anyway, what were we talking about again? Oh right, your timeline. So after that… Hmm… What exactly did you do that German efficiency peaked? It seems that after that you just went sailing along the coast. Not really making that big of an impact. So tell me, why is that? If German efficiency is alive and kicking in your blood stream, then why haven’t you been more prominent in our division? Why is it until NOW months later that you’re finally beginning to come out of your shell and assert your dominance? Why is it until now that you decide to come out on Empire and speak your useless opinions on things? Why didn’t you do this after The Vixens cup or better yet during the Empress of Elite tournament? Why did you fall flat and not win? Why is it you got outshined?! I have so many fucking questions but I feel like that itself slices holes in your theory. Your theory is flawed, Sheridan. You don’t have the actual proof that your German efficiency is actually all that plausible. The negative aspect about your lifestyle is that you’re too busy shoving German sausages down your throat and you’re not taking a step back and analyzing the big picture. You don’t understand the text within the lines. You want to live in this fantasy world where we all bow down to you and show you respect but you will never be happy in life if you realize that that in itself is a complete dream. A dream that will never come to life because there are far too many strong personalities to bend over backwards for you. You want Empire to be elevated with your pure originality but fact of the matter is that Empire and the Vixens division itself is already elevated. It’s because of the OG Vixens why this show has any sort of relevancy. And to back up my words, the OG vixens consists of the Vixens of Mount Rushmore. We worked hard for you. We are the reason why we have an exclusive show to ourselves and not just thrown into a rabid pack of elitists waiting to get their dick wet with any bitch who looks them in the eyes. My point from this entire rant is that you will never elevate this division into German efficiency mode because YOU DON’T HAVE ANY SORT OF DRIVE OR MEANS TO BE ASSOCIATED WITH IT. Yes, you a German Native and that’s quite evident by your thick accent and terrible fashion choices, but your actions tell me that you were born in a family where instability was a common theme. You look the part but you certainly don’t play it. If you had more accolades in your resume, then I would consider you as a mature threat. But you’ve been here for a long time and seeing that you’ve accomplished next to nothing is not motivating. You have no excuse other than your poor execution skills. I’m so sorry, Sheridan. I know that this match is your chance to get yourself back on the map but it isn’t going to go that way. Maybe if you talk to other GM’s they can let you into the new breed level kind of like Aria. You know, where there is no competition and you’re given a championship out of pity. Things will get better for you, though. Don’t lose hope. Actually, both of you – don’t let your dreams shatter after House of Glass. I’m sure in the future you will go against opponents that don’t have the same skill and level of authenticity as I do. Then maybe, just maybe, you will both get your Cinderella ending after all.

(The scene opens up to a warehouse full of unconscious bodies. Reina is seen walking around the background as Cloud is looking at the camera with her eyes full of rage.)

Real recognize real huh? You’re just full of colorful 90s catchphrases. That’s all you are you sweets: a walking catchphrase. You’re the alpha and omega of cartoony trash. I can give two shits about whether or not I got under your skin at this point - but know this - you’re constant fly buzzing is beginning to piss me off and I would do well to swat you away!  You want to go for my throat!? Bitch I will devour your carcass starting from the insides of your stomach! That dopey face of yours will have no choice but to watch me chow down on your entrails! (spits) Stupid hoes like you are the reason why Empire is not taken seriously! Women like you are the reason why we’re stuck on some public broadcasting bullshit! Who the hell wants to see some shucking and jiving, leopard print moonwalking, gave it up to half of Voltage having, recycled narrative spittin future hasbeen like you!? 
 
(giggles slightly maniacally)

This animosity I have isn’t about bitterness sweets, it’s about retribution! And it’s no longer directed at the entire roster, but four pretty little liars led by Casper the Botchy Ghost! You should’ve have stayed out of this Bianca, you should have stepped aside and forfeit the match when you found out you was facing me! (snarls) Nobody cares about your journey...all they want to know is which Voltage Elitist you’re gonna screw next! You need to abandon this ide that you’re fighting some kind of bimbo who doesn’t know a wristlock from a handshake because it’s going to get you killed! It’s not wise to stroll through life, thinking that magic is real! And yes this is coming from someone in Sanatorium, who by the way is more of a family than your corrupt clan will ever be! You must be the Jon Snow of Empire because once again YOU NOW NOTHING! YOU’LL NEVER KNOW NOTHING! NOTHING BB-8! 

(kicks a nearby body)

THAT’S WHAT YOU’LL GET TOMORROW NIGHT! NOTHING! (spits) Because you are nothing BB-8. You came from nothing, you’re nothing to the sirens and this beautiful life that you think you're living? It means nothing to nobody, not even yourself. Congratulations Sparky, you’ve entered an endless loop of delusion. You’re pretty much going to stay like that your entire career anyway, so it’s good that I’m telling you the truth this soon. So keep thinking I’m stupid, keep assuming you’re going to win, and keep reassuring yourself that tomorrow night won’t be your final match. Or maybe it’s your last night in EAW? Your maybe it’s your final night alive? The beauty of this is that the only beautiful thing about your life is the cold reminder that I’m gonna give you. 

Congratulations jackass, you just made my shitlist.

(kicks another unconscious thug and walks off)

 
Cailin sits in a chair reading something on a piece of paper. She gives a deep yawn and then looks at her watch on her left wrist. She taps on it and holds it close to her eyes before moving it to her ear. Rolling her eyes she removes the watch and tosses it off to the side before drawing her eyes back to the sheet. She nods a few times and then tilts her head to the side.
 
So what I’m taking here is that I have everything to lose because I care. Well, what a predicament. You’re absolutely right, Reina. I’m driven to be better. It fuels me. The only problem is that wins don’t make me and losses don’t break me. I know it’s all just a chain of learning along the way. At some points you pass a great test and then they strap gold around your waist. Hell, that’s the entire story of my Specialist’s title win. And now that very person I beat is positioned to fight for a title this weekend. Me? I’m fighting you on Empire. The funny thing is, while they’re fighting for the two Vixen’s belts in glass table and glass rope matches, I can’t help but feel the best match is right here on Empire. Because you have a person that people love because of the way she fights. The determination and the grit that she shows no matter the match or the situation. And then you have a brawler who isn’t all that different in the ring. Yeah, we’re much different out of it. But in it, I promise you we are the same brand of fighter. You think having nothing to lose but your life makes you dangerous? What do I have to lose here? Honestly, what do I have to lose. You aren’t going to break me or maim me or put me out of action. Even if you did I would just come back and keep going. You’re not going to end me. I don’t have anything to lose. But I do have a tremendous opportunity to fight someone who loves fighting as much as I do. So many similarities yet even more differences. I think that’s what defines this match between us.
 
This is a match I wanted from the moment I saw your profile appear backstage. This a match that doesn’t need any extra buildup to create excitement. Because everyone knows what to expect from me, and you’ve shown them what they can expect from you. You think there’s some kind of fear escaping my voice? You’re mistaken, sweetie. I have nothing to fear. But everything to be excited for. This match brings an exhilarating feeling along with it. I sense you reaching for ways to compare me to the basic bitches who come out week after week saying the same things, stroking their own egos as they display every accomplishment they’ve ever had and back it up with promises of running the whole show. I don’t care about what I’ve done in the past. Someone else can define me however they want when the history books are written. I just want to fight and I want to keep learning and getting better. Just like you said, the rest comes along the way. As I’ve taken care of my business, sometimes there have been rewards. I’m not trying to run the show, either. I just don’t want to be one of the people standing around with their thumbs up their asses while these three jackoffs try to run our lives. I’m not one to wait. I act. If there’s a fatal flaw in me it’s that I care enough to act faster than I should. Sometimes I’m like a viper in the grass just waiting to lunge out and take down my prey, but sometimes I rush in like an out of control lioness that’s too damn hungry to respect the full act of the hunt. There’s no potential of that here. I feel too much excitement burning inside of me. This match is what I’ve wanted for weeks.
 
But we rarely get everything we want, do we? Even if I were able to run you down so simply and place teeth on your neck of grab a hold of your jugular with my hand, I don’t think I’d be willing to make that last move and just end you. You don’t get this, but as much as you said you needed me a few messages ago, I think this division needs you. You’re just… different. I don’t know how to explain it fully. I think I’ve tried, but maybe I have failed something fierce. You bring a different tone and a different attitude. It’s not that there’s something wrong with everyone else’s attitudes, per say, but yours changes things. And that’s part of the reason I’m so happy to be fighting you this week. Understand that just over a month ago I had to fight someone who basically spoke to me in emojis covered in sprinkles. I went from that to a person who communicated in goofy photoshop manipulations. And I ended it all with someone ripping someone else’s poems out of a book and then calling me jealous of their beauty, over and over. You think I care about any of that shit? My hair is orange because I thought it looked cool, not because I thought it made me look prettier. Maybe people think I’m ugly, I could give two shits. I’m fine being defined by what I do when I get in that ring, and I do some nice things in there. Most of all it’s about what I don’t do. I don’t give up and I don’t go down easy. I’ve taken plenty of sick bumps, been put through insane moves. I’ve been brought to the brink of no return. But I keep trying to get my ass up off the mat. You’re not any different. It must take a lot to put you down. Yet what you’re looking for is someone to really, really put you down. That’s going down a long, cloudy road that might not be approached any time soon. I need to check the EAW rulebook, but I’m not positive homicide is allowed. And then the cops get involved and, ugh, it’s such a mess. Not to mention the fact that I just cost EAW it’s best new Vixen. How are they supposed to feel about me then?
 
Listen, I’m no talent scout or expert, but I feel like I know what I see. I see you, and I see something pretty special. Maybe our differences are something that will keep us from ever really seeing eye-to-eye in the way I would imagine we’re capable of. But I think at the end of this match we’ll both understand where we’re coming from. We can saw a lot, we can shit talk each other or joke or get all serious and angsty all week, but I back up what I say in there. What’s sacred to me? Well, me. My friends. My family. But you’re right, I fight for me. I fight to be better. I train and work to be stronger and faster. And I can’t stop flapping my mouth when I’m about to get in that ring because it’s my favorite place to be. And win or lose, I will learn a great deal. And I will use that to make myself into an improved fighter. I’m always working to evolve into a better version of myself. My progression in this business is far from over. I guess to make an anime joke, although I’m really not into that stuff, this is far from my final form. But that doesn’t change the fact that I want to fight you, and that I want to beat you. It all comes to a head on Empire, and we’ll see how it ends. I do have you to thank for what I’m positive will be a great match. So thanks in advance. But you’re damn right I’ll come out looking glorious. And I can tell you right now I’ll come out of this match with my head held high, and my hand held higher.
 
Cailin throws the piece of paper off to the side and stands up, walking out of view before the camera goes black.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, Jerry, and then he says ‘Picking on the interviewer? That's me bro.’” McAdams slaps Gary on the back cackling to himself.

"Why is that ever a thing?" Gary says perplexed.

“He actually thinks that that’s HIS thing and that no one has done it before! I thought the crazy trill bat thing was an act but this man is crazy enough to spend valuable TV time QUOTING ME at me!! And claiming that he does things in his own real original way.”

Gary sniffs the bottle that McAdams is drinking out of.

“Is this… gatorade?”

“YES!” McAdams cackles to himself. “It’s funny. He cuts this promo talking about beating me up and all this whatever. You know. Real scary stuff. Talks about how I’m an alcoholic and all this whatever and does his parkour thing and hangs out with people he pays to say stupid things. You know 'His thing' and I do a thing. It’s a simple thing. I grab a camera and throw a fist full of insults at him and see what sticks. He was right, people don't just change like that. Understand Jim, I’m just trying to garner a reaction out of him. Something real and genuine and not this weird charade he puts on, but it was so much more than that!” McAdams grabs his hair with his eyes wide with joy.

“You don’t have any friends do you?”

“You’re my friend Jim,” McAdams says with all seriousness. “You’re my best friend.”

“You don’t even know my real na-”

“And don’t you ever forget it, Janet,” McAdams leans back on his chair with a smile on his face. “He dropped it all, he was actually upset. He was genuinely disgusted with the things I said that he tried to dissect what I said, and tried to break me down.”

“That’s the nail in the coffin for him, Larry,” McAdams takes a puff from his pipe. “How do you beat someone who is better than you? You make them change who they are and you make no mistake, this is Ahren at his worst. And me, I just won Rising star of the Week! A first in many amazing accomplishments with the name Jon McAdams engraved upon them. I'm literally in the best shape of my life and on top of my game.”

McAdams blows smoke out in the shape of an O and then looks into the camera.

“I’m in your head now, Ahren,” McAdams grins mischeviously. “I know how to fight you in the ring, but as you said, you’re fast, and you’re skilled. My in ring preparation might not be enough. Fine.”


McAdams shrugs his shoulders and makes an agreeable face, before taking another puff of his pipe.


 “But now you’re in a different state of mind. You're where I want you to be. I just have one more thing I have to do. Get in the ring with you, and survive long enough for you to make that, oh so, fatal mistake. You're going to see my careful planning and expertise in action. And when you do, you’re gonna see the lights, and you’re gonna see stars, and you’re going to see my hand lifted up as I stand above you looking down on the 'trill bat' I’ve conquered. Than we’ll see whose jealous of who.”

“I’m so excited!”, McAdams scrunches his face and grins but their is a heavy bite to his words. “Thank you for giving me these precious moments, they are what makes victory so sweet, Mr. Future of the company. Bye bye for now, you’ll likely not hear from me again, but I'd watch my back, because you may see me before we step into that ring.”

McAdams takes one more puff from his pipe

“Come Monday night. Your dream is over.” McAdams blows smoke into the camera as it fades out.

Silence filled the majority of the ride back home from Reina Kenshin’s gym. Angie, who was too distraught to drive, leaned against the window, her sullen eyes staring out at the window. I opted to drive while Andre and his boys went back to The Heights. There wasn’t much I felt like saying after our little encounter with Serenity, mostly due the girl revealing her trap card in our metaphorical Yu-gi Oh match. Neither of us were willing so say what Serenity ‘might know’, but I wasn’t naive. Everyone in the community knew about the complicated history of Michael, Angie, and Eric. Eric for all intent and purposes was a gangster; while he and Michael stopped gangbanging years ago, their street cred was still prevalent to this day. Instead of going the way of Jay-Z and Nas, they took a liking to the ring instead of the recording studio. Michael was more of a talent while Eric had an affinity for the promotion side of the business. Angie, a former women’s amatuer boxer in her own right, used to spend time around the boys back at Gleason’s Gym. That’s where Michael and Angie met...after she broke up with Eric Royo. While Mr. Royo was a gentleman and let things be as they may, Michael’s later indiscretions caught up to him, forcing Angie to confide in her ex.

How did I know all of this? I was present during a conversation between Michael and Eric, weeks before that fateful night at the Elmcore Center in Corona, Queens. They wasn’t aware I was close by and the words exchanged wasn’t kind-

Okay, okay. I knew what you’re thinking. As the pieces begin to fall into place, the more I denied the inevitable possibility that there was more to this story. I would have to talk to Serenity, but I’ll give her a feel days to cool off. In the meantime I’ll need to play detective with the War Party and have a little one on one chat with my ex-fiance. Serenity just placed herself in an awkward situation in the fight for her freedom. Ironically this made her more of a prisoner than when she was banned from taking part in the business by her father. He didn’t want his baby girl to get caught up in the politics of it all. And if my instincts were right, he also wanted to keep her out of danger.

Danger that she placed herself right in front of.


(The scene opens up to tired Cloud sitting in a chair in her room, staring at the camera. She’s still wearing her hood over her head while a Dunkin Donuts coffee sits on the table next to her.)

Haruna, tomorrow we fight again. Our past exchanges always ended under dubious means and tomorrow I wouldn’t be surprised if it happens again. Maybe a blast from your past will come out to save you. Maybe I’ll summon the Sanatorium on your sorry ass. Or maybe HBG will get impatient and cause to to fail once again. So many decisions, so little time. Listen Sakazaki, I barely paid attention to your last promo. All I saw was you spouting the same bullshit about how stupid Claudia and I are, and how you’re the better fighter, and blah-blah-blah. Call me when you got new material, kay?

(Takes a sip)

I’ve had a long day sweets and the day’s frustrations is going to be taken out on you. I’m going to hurt you Haruna Sakazaki, know and understand this. The clouds will never breathe for you. All you’ll see from em is the thunder and lightning of my wrath. All you’ll hear are the war drums of my rage. I’m going to put you down like the Old Yeller bitch you are. I hope you found a pasture because that’s where I’m putting you. Aight, enough trash talk for one day. I’m going to rest well tonight dreaming of all the painful things I’m going to do to you. It’s my drive and among some of the things that keep me wet at night. 

Adios mamacita. 

(Puts up a middle finger and turns off the camera)

Showdown Promo #4: 
Spaghetti Western: High Plains Drifter

"Everyone has a master.  Everyone has a torch to carry.  Everyone has someone or something they'd die for."

The camera stays dark as PB audibly swallows, readying himself for what he's about to say.

"I don't care what the nature of your relationship with Drake is.  I really don't.  As a matter of fact, I'd love the idea that you could have compassion for another human being.  It would mean there's some humanity in you.  Something behind your eyes besides dollar signs and self-gratification.  It would mean something matters.  It would mean that there was someone worthy of sacrifice in your life besides the almighty dollar and the fame you might think it brings.  You remind me of Nixon in a way; you're this intelligible figure whom seems to want the whole world in his hands without any of the backlash that comes when the world finds a callous or a hang nail, some imperfection in your work.  It's not because you feel guilt.  If anything you feel as if you have the utmost moral high ground.  You're the top of the food chain, you're the ruler of the free world.  Who dares question your methods? Some crummy failed reporter that isn't even American? Some failed night show host with his basement dwelling friends who've devoted their lives to exposing you as a fraud?"

The camera turns on, revealing PB's face up close laying sideways and looking weary as he stares into the camera.

"I meant no harm in implying you and Drake were an item.  If I insulted anyone but you in doing so then I apologize, but I'm sure all of the special interest groups in the would would understand that your offense at the thought of someone else thinking you have an intimate side to you is far more obscene. I even called up my old boss's at Bo and Tye's to ask them if they were offended by it and they said they had a good laugh.  I'm glad, because those two men were the closest I've come to having fathers for some time.  It would kill me inside if they thought for a second that I didn't love them.  I'd love to know that you could say that about someone Tiberius, but I know it isn't the case. I keep saying it to you OMERTA types, you HexaGun's, you're all the same so why bother differentiating? You're not in charge.  You're not a god.  There is vulnerability in you, and the fact that I would even infer it offends you more than anything else.  Sure, it's still a cold reptilian response but I see it in your eyes and hear it in your voice.  If I were to assume you had a lady friend or that you were having an intimate affair with a sheep I'd get the same reaction.  Who gives a fuck if I masturbate? Who the hell doesn't? It just means I have it in me to show love toward myself.  But you? It's just maintenance to a whore like yourself.  You get no sensation from it anymore.  Any nerve ending within you has been numbed by the calcified paper cuts of one hundred dollar bills.  At least that's what you'd want me to think.  You want me to believe that you're incapable of pain.  But you forget that you're talking to the man who stared into your eyes as you flew off of a ladder and down into a splintery wooden hell on the outside of the ring.  I've devoted my whole existence since HexaGun to the task of making you bleed, to make you cry, to make you confess with your body what you wont with your words.  You are fallible, just as I am fallible.  Even with the grace of God on my side I lost the EAW National Championship once when I started to stray from the paths of my doctrine.  I was bled, I was cut, I was forced to give up a part of myself in order to learn the lesson I'm trying to teach you.  Maybe that makes me no different than Nico Borg.  Maybe that makes me something worse since I really believe in the tonic I'm selling you that you profess to be snake oil."

Pizza Boy gives the camera a wry smile as he blows his hair off of his forehead with a sigh.

"But let's cut religion out of it for a moment.  I know you love that straw man, but let's consider that my plight is the human condition.  As I've stated I'm an imperfect man.  I've had imperfect masters teach me imperfect lessons to make me better men than they.  Part of those teachings was learning from their mistakes, i.e. 'evolving'.  Contrary what you might think I'm quite the disciple of Darwin.  I don't think his teachings dispel my beliefs.  To the contrary, I in fact think they go hand in hand quite well.  Evolution is the process of cutting out weakness genetically, and yet after millennia of nature doing so we're still as squishy as ever, thus making the laws of nature themselves imperfect.  Wouldn't it be quite arrogant of a man to think himself more capable of evolving than what nature provides? And wouldn't the world be offended to find out that he wasn't despite all of his grand standing? See, that's you.  You think you're better.  Period.  Despite the fact that I've proven the contrary on countless occasions.  Even when you run in a pack I manage to outlast the brunt of what you and your cohorts have to offer.  I took the whole of HexaGun out with a chair alone.  I even managed to out-survive all of my teammates when it came war time between the forces of HexaGun and EAW.  I didn't win, but I drew blood twice before finally being put down.  I left that match feeling like a winner because I thought I did enough damage to prove my point.  The point wasn't that I was superior.  The point wasn't that I could take you all on by myself and come out with a few pinfalls.  The point was that you all live and die as easily as I do.  Your bones are the same density as my bones.  Your blood flows through the same nervous system that I possess, and that means we're not greaters or lessers of one another.  It means that we all have to put in work to get somewhere in this industry and that shortcuts to the top aren't justified because you're the prettiest or the richest or the most ripped.  What matters is victory and defeat, adapt and perish, win or lose. That's what makes a man, and it's the losses more than the victories that matter most.  As someone who refuses to lose, as someone who refuses to compete half of the time, how does it make sense to anyone other than you and your diluted friends that you're somehow better than me? The goof? The pizza boy? The dough jockey, pie boy, bakery scented working man of America? You know, I was joking when I compared you to Trump.  It's clear political baiting, but I'm beginning to think that it's what you strive to be, and that's old money who thinks he knows how to run the world after failing time and time again to micromanage outfits or adhere to the world's laws."

Pizza Boy glances up at his hair and blushes in a moment of self-consciousness.  He reaches off camera and pulls back his "Bo & Tye's Pizzeria" delivery hat.  He slides it over his bed head and gives the camera a meek smile.

"If that's what being successful is then I'll gladly settle for beating you for the #1 Contender's ship and humbly deliver pizza to your after party as you celebrate your 'success'.  I'll even bring a baseball bat for you to cave my knee caps in with after your boys hold me down for you to do so.  Do you know why? Because I live to overcome. I live for the obstacles you throw in front of me.  I'll do the rehab again, I'll learn to walk again, I'll go through neurosurgery and endoscopy and any other kind of surgery again if it means coming any closer to proving you wrong in your belief that all that matters, all that counts, all that will ever put a smile on your face or make you feel like a somebody is a green backed picture of a dead man.  Money doesn't make you better than me, and believing in only it doesn't make you a godless recluse of society.  If anything it means that you're more whipped than I'll ever be when it comes to the men and deity that I look up to.  I can question them, they're not complete absolutes to me, but to you a dollar is only a dollar.  God.  That's got to be an empty feeling.  I pray that I can give you the relief of feeling more than that, even if it means it's only the sensation of something running down your face.  It doesn't have to be blood.  It could be tears, hell I'd settle for seeing you break a sweat.  For now I'll sleep easy and remain satiated by the look I saw in your eyes when you flew off of that ladder and when I stood against you and HexaGun alone.  It wasn't fear.  Not quite anyway.  It was confusion.  Xenophobia.  Doubt.  Look into my eyes, Jones.  Do you see doubt? Not fear, not anxiety, those are there.  Those will always be there when I step into a ring with a man far more capable than I am, and I'm always going to be at the severe disadvantage of knowing that whoever I step in the ring with is more conventionally trained.  I want you to look and see if there's doubt though. Doubt in my capabilities of coming out on top.  Doubt in my destiny, doubt toward the idea that I'm doing something wrong, something amoral, something that goes against the entire human condition as a whole.  You wont find it in my eyes Jonesy.  Not when it comes to you and I, not when it comes to who has the moral high ground.  My eyes are open, Jones."

PB glowers into the camera, his eyes gazing out from the shade of his cap.

"Are yours?"

 


 

Robert Flores: As part of our EAW “Takeover” spectacular, it’s my pleasure to welcome our next guest. One of Elite Answers Wrestling’s most eccentric female competitors and someone who has a new brand to call her own. A show of all-female wrestling talent, Empire debuts this Friday night on PBS and will air Thursday nights thereafter. Erica, it’s a pleasure having you.

Erica: Thank you. Cool to be here.

RF: I think the announcement of this new venture caught a lot of people in the wrestling community off guard. Do you think that the world is ready for a program like this? Pro Wrestling to an extent is in the mainstream but a promotion of this size giving a show entirely devoted to female talent is unheard of.

Erica: It is, but for the last two years we have been growing our Vixens Division. When I first got here it was really like just a handful of us. Ten, maybe eleven or twelve people fighting over one belt, getting crammed into the various other programs for EAW fighting for airtime with the guys. The corner really turned I think when we had the first Empress of Elite tournament, a round robin that went on for several weeks, that we started to scratch the surface of something bigger. We introduced a new title after that for the girls to compete for and then it just got bigger and bigger. We had another tournament in Toronto this past spring and the Empress of Elite tournament just recently ended with Cailin, one of my opponents tomorrow, winning it all. We have made leaps and bounds as a group and with this incredible wave of talent like Aria, Cailin, Kendra, HBG, Tarah, Haruna and all the newcomers, I think we’re more than ready of having our own brand and have a chance to further prove we draw just as significant numbers as the men.

RF: What was it like for you when you had taken a short hiatus from wrestling? There were reports that you were a bit unhappy with EAW and that you were getting recommendations from some of your peers to ask for your release. What made you stay?

Erica: I was pretty depressed a while ago but it didn’t really have anything to do with my position in the company or anything. I was just not really in a great place because I wasn’t really expressing myself as a performer and an athlete in a way that I wanted to. I thought I was being myself when I wasn’t, if that makes sense.

RF: A lot of fans are starting to catch on to your Dead End Bride persona, what really brought this darker, more colorful side out?

Erica: (laughs) Lots of anime, lots of Super Sentai shows. I’ve been influenced by many wrestlers across the world especially in Mexico and Japan, where some of my relatives are from. The face paint was just an idea that I’ve always wanted to try out. When I go to the ring, I just go to a special place. Sometimes matches call for me to be a little more comedic and showy. Sometimes I have to go about things in a more aggressive manner and be a bit more of a hardcore person. It’s all about figuring out what is the best way to capture the imaginations of your fans and putting on the best show for them. That is why the “Dead End Bride” thing became an actual thing.

RF: You’re going to be teaming up with Azumi Goto, someone who you were partners with in the ring and traveling buddies with. It seems like that relationship has soured both on camera and off camera. Is there any particular reason why this friendship disintegrated so quickly?

Erica: Eh…. not really. She got tired of losing and decided to do things her own way. I think it’s a little odd that she’s trying to take credit for my successes after we split when I have outperformed her in singles competition since and even before we split up. People are gonna do what they do, I suppose. Nothing really, I can do about that. I mean, she was probably the last person I considered a REALLY good friend on the road but I don’t necessarily feel like I have to have a clique to be comfortable. I honestly prefer traveling alone and interactions with fans as long as they don’t get too creepy and huggy are fine.

RF: Is there anyone on the roster you get along with, the women I mean?

Erica: Meh, I don’t actually have any problem with Cailin or Aria Jaxon. I may say something here and there to fire em up, but no big deal. Ruby Cooper is not a bad person either and believe it or not Autumn Raven is kinda interesting to speak to. I’m not close to anybody, but yeah.

RF: What is your long term goal being on the EAW roster and now with his new show, Empire, as a platform? Do you want to focus solely on becoming the Vixens Champion or the Specialists Champion and being a major player in women’s wrestling or do you want to make the jump like Aria as the Young Lions Cup holder, Heart Break Gal as half the tag team champions, Cameron with probably the biggest victory to date outside of the division as Interwire Champion. Do you want to follow that template or do you want to try to focus exclusively on Empire?

Erica: Well, I would like to cross over with Voltage in particular. I know they have a pretty lively “hardcore” division and I would like to be a part of it. Being on PBS I may have the muzzle put on me in terms of what I can do and say. Voltage may offer me an opportunity to do a little more, be a little more creative with my wrestling. Empire though is my primary focus. I want to be Vixens Champion at the end of the day. You want to be considered the best in the world.

RF: You’re a bit of a sports fan so if you don’t mind doing a little rapid fire Q&A with us about some of your favorite sports and teams. Favorite NFL Team?

Erica: Don’t have one. Not really into the NFL. I do kinda cheer for Jacksonville but I’m not a big diehard fan.

RF: Favorite athlete.

Erica: Gael Monfils. He’s an incredible tennis athlete that in some ways is like me. He’s very expressive, athletic, entertaining to watch but maybe hasn’t had the success that he “should” have had compared to how he started.

RF: Favorite sports moment?

Erica: Watching Florida State win the BCS title a couple of years ago. Watching that comeback was awesome. I was at the stadium that day. Just awesome. Incredible.

RF: We’re not going to talk about that game with Louisville last week then, I guess?

Erica: Not at all! (Laughs) Nope.

RF: If you weren’t a wrestler but still an athlete, what sport?

Erica: Uh…. weird…. soccer player I guess? There are always people playing that sport that are so free-spirited and allowed to express themselves through their play. I’d probably enjoy that.

RF: Alright, one last sales pitch for Empire, okay?

Erica: Okay!

RF: You have about thirty seconds to sell us on Empire on PBS. Go for it, the floor is yours.

Erica: The EAW Vixens offer the best wrestling entertainment and we have our own show. Enough said. We have beautiful, talented women working hard to entertain, inspire and compete. We have a pretty fun main event scheduled and the tag match that I’m in, while it features a partner that I am not very fond of, has two of the best wrestlers in the world regardless of gender as our opponents. We’re going to have a lot of fun and we’re going to put on the best wrestling show. If you’re tired of feeling shortchanged after an episode of Dynasty, Voltage or Showdown, turn the show on, give us a shot!

RF: That’s all the time we have, EAW’s Empire, airing for the first time tomorrow evening at 8 PM Eastern time on PBS affiliates nationwide.

Erica: Free replays on the EAW network if you miss it live, by the way.

RF: Thank you Erica, good luck tomorrow and with Empire going forward.

Erica: My pleasure.

 
What else can we say this week? You expect someone who puts themselves in a class above all others to evolve over time. Madison will tell you as much, that she has changed over time. But she’s still the same person who believes herself better than so many others without a whole lot of merit to back it up. She holds her short reign as Vixen’s Champion up as high as any title win that’s ever occurred here. She believes it separates her from every other woman in this division. Maybe in a way it separates her historically. But in terms of talent, she will continue to fall behind while others reach and exceed where she’s at. In ability in that ring she will always pale in comparison to so much around her. In actually determination and desire, she will never compare. She will promise you she is different and she’s changed and improved. But I see the same girl who I fought in the opening round of the Empress of Elite tournament last year, just wearing a costume and a Sanatorium hoodie. You’re no different now than you were then. Still make the same mistakes, still saying the same things and still making the same promises despite what your track record shows. This legitimately should be about your redemption from losing this same match a year ago. But it will be overshadowed by my triumph as I make good on the promise I made to this whole division before we even took in a single breath of this tournament. I will beat you and I will become the Empress of Elite winner.
 
I let myself believe that you would come into this with a different approach, while in the back of my mind I knew I shouldn’t have any higher expectations with you. There’s always a theme of jealousy with you. You’re so beautiful and so talented and so perfect, and you spend so much of your time reminding people that they are jealous of these qualities. And then your long list of achievements, oh, don’t get me started. But I wouldn’t trade a single thing about my qualities or achievements for yours. I don’t want to be Madison Kaline. Ew… just, no. I’m proud to be who I am. I’m proud of every moment of my career in EAW. Mock it all you want, but it’s taught me so much about myself along the way and it’s made me a better person and a better fighter. It’s put me in this position to fight you for this tournament title, and it’s put me exactly where I need to be to beat you. That’s been the benefit of allowing myself to learn and evolve along the way. It’s been the result of hard work and determination. It’s the product of my focus to win this tournament. That’s why you will stay exactly where you are as you watch people rise up and take those spots you’ve earned for so long by default. All those opportunities that you’ve missed in the past… they will feel even worse when the opportunities stop coming all together. You made it to this point by dominating a division of underperforming talents. I won a division so tough there were three women within a point of making it in my spot. And then I beat the woman who came out of possibly the second toughest division to come up during this tournament. All of that might seem debatable, but I’ll allow you worry about that while I show up, drop you on your ass and take this all out from under you. All the while you can keep taking this approach that I’m jealous of you and you need this to prove last year was a fluke. That last year wasn’t a fluke, you’re going to lose again. I want this so much more than you, and you’ll see exactly how much when we meet on Sunday. This is my moment. It might be on your familiar stage where you’ve performed so many times before, but I will steal the show and take the spotlight right from you. And by the time you realize what I’ve done, it will already be too late. Your redemption will have to wait another day.
 
I can imagine you now sitting in the locker room before our match and searching through your books for your favorite poem to get you hyped up. I’m sitting where I am right now ready to fight you and beat you right now. I don’t need any extra inspiration or motivation. I am my own inspiration for this. I’ve put in too much work over the last month and a half to just let this slip by. I’ve done too much and come too far to lose this to, of all people, a person like you. There is so much about Madison Kaline to respect, but so much more that makes you just want to walk into a ring and beat her ass. It has nothing to do with jealousy. Just annoyance. I hope you come into this match having studied every second of the only time we’ve fought one on one. It might be the biggest mistake out of a laundry list’s worth you’ve made this week. You’re just the same old Madison Kaline, so I shouldn’t have expected anything differently than what I got. But me? I’m a redesigned, harder, better, stronger, faster version of the Cailin Dillon you’ve fought before. You think you know so much about be, but you’ve proven you don’t know a thing about me at all. I’ve been looking forward to this moment since before this match even arrived. It was all about taking it one match at a time. On to the next one after taking care of business. This one will be no different. I’ll leave it all out on the mat just like I do every time I step between those ropes. And I will head home from this tournament with the prize so many wanted, but just one person could win. I will be the new Empress of Elite on Sunday, Madison. I warned you about this before the week started. Now it’s too late. See you tomorrow, hun.