House of Cards; metaphor pertaining to something of a fragile or volatile nature.

I think it is time for me to finally join the party, in fact – put me all in for the card game. To be quite honest, I think the whole idea of playing a pawn in someone else’s chess game was becoming a bit too redundant. Cards however on the other hand are a thought-provoking subject. I am not as captivated by the game itself, more so in the whole substructure of the game. Many people are not well-informed on this subject and seeing the lot of you two, I would be more than content to take on the responsibility of teaching you to being a little less oblivious. There are obviously all the numbers and the face cards and apparently a hundred invisible meanings about them as well or so I have learned from our mate Jacob Senn but that’s just the boring part. The real fun in cards is getting a bunch and stacking them over and over until you have finally created what it is you wanted to make. There is a limit to everything, a strike against being able to doing anything actually ingenious. However when you start stacking cards, you quickly get to the conclusion that there isn’t a limit to what you can do here: the possibilities are endless as you can make anything you want. After a while, you reach a vulnerable stage where you kind of start to understand the idea that each card has to rely on its predecessor and trust its successor so that it doesn’t break up the whole pattern. It is the idea that a structure built on a shaky foundation which will collapse if some neglected subject is removed from the process. I think this is where I can most relate to this metaphor because I have come to realize that this whole company is built on a shaky foundation. And whether it might realize it or not, I am that vulnerable subject that makes or breaks it. It goes against everything I’ve preached about prior to the past few months but I can finally admit that I have been neglected by this company on a constant basis.  You need a full equation in order to resolve for the answer and what this company hasn’t come to realize is that all these pundits that they have been worsening their time by giving all these pundits unnecessary chances when the answer to all their success has been staring them right in the face for over four years now. Jacob Senn and Lannister have been valid contenders and while they may look like they are the endgame, they are only results for the stunted time. One has been here for a few months and the other a few years, time in which they have experienced more success than they could have ever imagined. They have already reached their potential energy: their imagination is limited thus they are a stack of cards that can’t be built on any further. However, my career has been stacked for so long now that I actually believe that I might be reaching some kind of world record. Most people want to win the gigantic one but who can ever claim that they are intrigued by a short structure? It is only when we come in presence of something so magnificent, something so vast that our mindset is truly intrigued. It may have taken me a while and I may have taken a few extra turns that weren’t clearly needed but when it is all said and done, my House of Cards will be one most amazing.

I think I should be honored to have finally gained a bit of glance from you Jacob Senn. However what you preached isn’t anything dissimilar to what you said a few months ago and I think that is exactly why your endgame is so limited. A conqueror builds on the notion that when it conquers one piece of land, he then moves on to another threat. He does not stay in that one land and bloat about the same bullshit for a time being. A real conqueror not only seeks challenges but thrives on them. So humor me then Jacob Senn, what challenge have you faced in the last past few months that has exactly qualified you of such a principled name such as a conqueror? You should be a man who is leading ten thousand of cavalries, not playing card games in the back tent with other war generals sniveling about what the next cheat pull is. A bounty hunter thrives on the matter of fact that he starts of small and gains his small rewards and then he eventually learns to progress and move on to big and enhanced superiors.  He improves; he builds his foundation solid from the start and at the end of it all: he has a result he is surely proud of. If a bounty hunter is more commendable than a conqueror then I truly feel this world really has isn’t a respectable pyramid anymore. I think you misinterpreted me Jacob Senn; I was not trying to compliment you by any means. In fact if anything, I believe you are the complete opposite of the ideals that I tend to believe in. You thrive on the matter of fact that you are a sniveling creature who needs to rely on others for his success, have others write his story book for him rather than taking on the burden himself. I will never stoop as to so low the ground where you are drowning, even for a gold championship because in the back of my mind, I will always know that the title really never belonged to me. If a man is not even able to convince himself that he is deserving of being a world champion, then what chance does he really have proving to others that he can? You nose-dived in that chamber because those chains started suddenly closing in on you. You will fail in this final because deep down, you know you are not fit to be a king. Do what is right and step away Jacob Senn, it is for your good after all mate.  

I think all that card talk has got me a bit drained so I can see where you were coming from Lannister when you were saying that you got a tad bored of all this talk. However onto important matters now, let us spot a light on what you referenced and see where you committed a butcher. Lannister, I’ll give you credit in showing me the light against Elite. I will even give you credit on the matter of fact that such a young man was able to put some inspiration chutzpah in my heart after being bored for such a long time. You reminded me of no other than myself the walk you entered this company, an advertisement that was actually backed up with real talent. I was no different and believe me that is the best kind of elitist to be around these parts right now. I feel that since you did something as so dear as enlightening my view of this company once again in such a long time, I can also do you one favor. I will let you on a secret that is so not undisclosed Lannister. It’s a blow to the skull; you are on the high life currently. You feel that you are invincible and that there is nothing that can stop you from cashing in your bursting momentum in right now, you can do anything. After the hierarchy you pulled off at Road to Redemption, I would say that you are not far from the truth. However let it be known that your predecessors in this scenario don’t have the best track record and the turn they were forced to take afterwards was not only lethal but career ending. I know this because I was a victim to this cause Lannister and as much as I would love to see your bones broken and bent into tiny little rubble but I have gained a bit of respect for you and your theatrics lately so I am abiding my ethics for a while and giving you a guidance here Lannister. History shows that there are no invincible armies. I am a true believer of that saying and your men have marched well and long for quite a while now, preyed and defeated on anyone or anybody who has confronted you but I am counseling you Lannister, you do not want to encounter a behemoth like me at this current stage. I have every enhanced reason and every better motive to be going for this crown than the lot of you because believe it or not Lannister, tales do change. A King cannot be defined in a sentence because it has no one literal meaning; it is what you do as a King that will define who one is. It is the tales you create, not the ones the plague has manifested in our minds that make a King.  I was bound to rule this land from the start Jacob Senn and Lannister, depriving me of that right will be as righteous as admitting to a beheading. Lower your campaigns right here and now and perhaps, just perhaps your new King will be willing to show you mercy. After you have both already suffered so much, it will be the least I can do for my mongrels.

Each and every single night, I am a devoted artist.

I forge imagery in the ring as if I was a modern-day Picasso.

That squared-circle has been my canvas for years, and I have travelled all over the world honing my craft. Whether it be Championship Wrestling Federation, Answers Wrestling Federation, or Extreme Answers Wrestling... I have shown that I am a force to be reckoned with. And yet... it is truly disgusting that I was not given the respect that I deserved. I tried my very best to get the respect of every extremist in that locker room, but the truth is (and I wish I had realized this sooner): you just are not going to succeed in this business if you try to please everybody. I learned that I couldn't care, and instead of trying to appeal to everyone else, I did whatever I felt was necessary to get to the top. If I had to spit on the graves of men that came before me... then so be it. The fact is... stepping on people's shoes has led me to the greatest run of my career, and I am NOT slowing down anytime soon. For one Norman Hellion, this is tragic. Why? Because at the King of Elite Pay-Per-View, I not only take away his world championship—the holy grail of professional wrestling—but I take away his credibility. I take away the only thing bringing him down to reality, because his inner demons have obviously taken over him. But before I do that, Norman. I think it would be in my best interest to tell you that I deal with personal demons of my own.

I deal with the thought of not being the greatest.

I deal with the thought of being anything less than what I am on this day – the absolute best talent in Extreme Answers Wrestling.

At King of Elite, I climb the last of the ladder. I make that final stride towards the pinnacle of greatness and when I reach the top, Norman... I am not going to look back. I will cement my legacy once and for all, and quite frankly, I'm more worried about what I am going to do to become the greatest champion than I am about facing you, because there is no doubt in my mind that I am going to win. I do not fear you. I've gone on a long journey and I feel as if I have finally found myself. You, Norman, have been a big part of this. For that, I thank you. I truly do appreciate it, but in the midst of this... you have created a monster, one that you will regret for every passing day of your life come January 24th. EAW can call itself Elite all it wants, but on January 24th... it will be extreme between you and I, Norman. We both are at a level in our careers where we are at the peak of our careers, as well as at the top of the company. You are a tremendous competitor – never once have I doubted that. But I can't let you win simply because I know that I should already be world champion, and the fact is... I'm not.

This isn't about respect. I couldn't care less about earning yours or anyone else's respect. All I care about is winning the Answers World Champion so I can put to rest this idea of me not being the premier champion of Showdown AND EAW. I want to shut down this idea of me the Ace of EAW not being considered "legit." I don't respect for that, but I do need a set of eyes that can see the clinic that I put on Saturday night. As the whole world can see, this means a lot more to me than you... and that is why I am going to walk out of the beautiful city of Athens as the Undisputed Heavyweight Champion of the World. Maybe then you'll realize like the rest of the world that "ACE" is more than just a title. It is an honour... one that I am not ready to pass down just yet, especially to you. I will not let you burn it. I will not let you even touch my championship, because it has become a part of me... and I can't let it go. Last Showdown, I cost you the match, but you saw it coming. I know you did... and if you didn't, then you just don't know this game very well. What else can I really say to you, Norman?

Whether your run as champion is considered a fluke or not is not up to me, it's up to these so-called analysts that think they know everything. That's their job, not mine. My job is to put you in a position that you have never been in before. I want to make you vulnerable. I want to show you the man I am, because just like you... I have changed. And I changed for the better. I have evolved into the man you see today, and ladies and gentlemen... the man that I have become is one of elite status – both in wrestling and in all sports. I am elite. I am talented. I am simply good. As arrogant as it may sound, I say it because I AM it. I never lack conviction, and that is what makes me who I am. You, on the other hand... you're a sick and demented creature who happens to compete in a wrestling ring. I'm sure you have struck fear into the hearts of your opponents in the past, but I send this message to you and your friend Peter: It is not me that is afraid of you, but it is you who is afraid of me. Neither Peter nor you can do anything to avoid me, because I'm a tiger hunting its prey.

It's funny, because you and I are so alike, and yet we're so different. We are not normal men. This is more than just professional wrestling for us, but you're so vulnerable, Norman. You are reckless. You just don't have it in your system to think before you act. I do. I have every move in my arsenal and I use it in the correct timing and I use it in the most effective you, but you're a train-wreck. Everything from your appearance to your in-ring style displays that. What aggravates me is that I am the only one who notices that, but rest assured... on January 24th, in the main event of the evening... Alex Anderson will prevail.

Do they still believe in Greek mythology? If not...

They will start believing when they see me tear you apart.

Embrace the ace of EAW.

And so I am --- you speak of death so calmly, from experience even but like you said, no one has ran from death more in their career than you have. No one has stared death in the face like you have. No one other than you has defeated death. You want to know what I think of death? I think... I think it's non-existent. I think there's no such thing as an afterlife. I think there isn't a life before what we have right now and I think it's nothing but an idea that's been put into our heads for hundreds and hundreds of years, that's been told in every classroom and that's been even displayed in movies and television shows. What I don't get, is why are they trying to make us fear for death? What I also don't get is how they sometimes make a joke out of it or make it seem as if it really is nothing. I don't think that's how it's supposed to be. Because, see, why should we fear for death when it's just a part of life? In fact, life is two things --- birth and death. You live... and you die. That's life, right? Well, that's what everyone tells you when things are too much to handle by yourself or to cope with on your own. That's what they've put into our heads, that's what they've been telling us in the classroom and that's what they've been displaying in theaters and TV screens. Don't get me wrong, just because I think death is non-existent, doesn't necessarily mean I'm not too into it. I actually take comfort in the idea of it because if you think about it like this, your death could be painful and scary. If your soul escapes from your body the second you die, you aren't going to have to deal with just how painful and scary it was. Also, I take comfort in knowing that an afterlife would be the exact same as it is in the world we're living today. That's why I think it's better to have an end and that's why I'm looking for a means to an end between you and I this Saturday, DEDEDE. I'm not afraid to die... I'm just afraid to die alone. If this is where it ends? Then I'm going to take you with me --- we'll die together.

Whereas you can't die? ...I want to die. I want to have a resting place like the dark room you and I are going to be stepping into this Saturday. I want to have an end. Some think it would be nice to be immortal but I think immortality is nothing but a curse when I really think about it. Much like sleep is an end to a day, death is an end to a life. I don't know how some could sit there and say they don't sleep or they don't want to sleep because sleep is like a break from where we're living --- the world in which we all are a part of. That's why I don't think it's a bad thing to die. As a matter of fact, I think it's a good thing. Because once I'm dead? I won't even exist to care about it. I don't have to know just how painful or scary it was. I won't have anything but a coffin to sleep in. That's all I could really ask for. You though, you care about it... you have to know... and you want everything, you want the world, you want to be immortal. No, you feel as though you have the world and everything in it, you feel as though you're immortal and you feel as such because you have the biggest target on your back. You have it because you're wearing Mikado Sekaiichi's crown and you're holding the World Heavyweight Championship; the key to immortality. That's what you're claiming it to be, right? In all honesty, that couldn't be any more fitting. Because as you know, as I know and as everyone else knows, that you being the one who's holding the biggest prize in our business has made it the only prize anyone should want in their possession. That's because you were the one who had defeated Mikado Sekaiichi at Pain for Pride, a Battle of Gods as it was labeled and a battle it was. You two battled it out for the World Heavyweight Championship in front of thousands in the crowd and millions watching at home. Mikado Sekaiichi was a king but what's a king to a God? You've very much so proven yourself, DEDEDE, I admit to that but I'm no longer questioning myself. There's no doubt in my mind of what the outcome will be.

You aren't going to be in the ring with the same Tyler Parker who was dropped on his head and pinned cleanly by TLA. You aren't going to be in the ring with the same Tyler Parker who had lost twice to Aren Mstislav. You aren't going to be in the ring with the same Tyler Parker who you faced seven years ago in AWF, who you faced at Shock Value and was powerbombed through the ring, who was one of the last two in the Extreme Elimination Chamber with you. No, you're going to be in the ring with a Tyler Parker who you or anyone else has never seen before. You're going to be in the ring with a Tyler Parker who has not a damn thing to lose. You're going to be in the ring with a Tyler Parker who's more calculated and more precise with every move he makes, who's been inside of the dark room and is prepared for the worst, who's going to shed some light on what you think is your immortality. Because you may have the key to it, you may have the crown and you may have it all in the form of the World Heavyweight Championship but this Saturday, DEDEDE? I'm going to take all of that away from you. You brought me into this business, you brought me to AWF and what is now EAW but that doesn't mean you're my creator and my maker. You brought me here because you know that even though you're immortal in this business, that even though you're etched in the history books and that even though you're at your Zenith... you know? You know that I'm the one who's next. I'm not going to humiliate myself in trying to take back the World Heavyweight Championship but if I have to humiliate you in order to do so, then rest assured, that's what I'm going to do. I've fallen, I've failed, I've screwed-up one too many times but for seven years... I'VE BLED, I'VE SWEAT, I'VE CRIED... I'VE FOUGHT AND CRAWLED AND SCRAPED FOR EVERY INCH! FOR EVERYTHING I'VE ACCOMPLISHED, I HAD EARNED IT! AND THIS SATURDAY, DEDEDE? THIS SATURDAY I'M GOING TO BEAT YOU! If that makes me soft, then I'm glad to be soft because I'm going to carry that cross and I'm going to have my immortality in the sense that everyone is going to remember King of Elite for years and years to be more than death being defeated but a God being defeated and buried six feet under the cross --- the cross that I'm going to be hanging from.

They say becoming world champion changes you and I for one can confirm that it's true. But how it changes you is not up to your peers, management, or the fans - it's only up to one person, yourself. It's up to you to continue to make the right decisions and it's up to you to adapt to your surroundings in order to survive in this jungle they call EAW. This reign of mine, it could be great. It could be the most dominant title reign that you've ever seen in EAW's rich history, or - it could be over in a blink of an eye. It could be horrible. It could be forgettable and I'll tell you right here and now that's not going to happen. This journey of mine, as I like to call it, will not be defined by the word fluke. It won't be a fluke because for once, I'm in control. I control my own destiny and believe me when I say I'm not going to crash and burn any time soon. Tell me - do you see a difference in my eyes? You should because I'm a different man compared to who I was a little over a year ago when I was competing on NEO. Back then, my eyes were widen with fear. I feared the unknown. I've always feared the unknown as a matter of fact, dating back to my youth. I never took chances. No matter how hard I tried, I could never convince my legs to take a leap of faith because they were constantly shaking. Becoming an extremist, now elitist, was never in the cards for me, or so I thought. Wrestling in front of people made me nervous because I knew - I KNEW YOU WOULD JUDGE ME. I KNEW YOU WOULD POINT AND LAUGH AT ME LIKE I'M SOME KIND OF MONSTER. And talking to you? Talking in front of a live audience or camera? Just the thought of that made my face blush and my palms sweat. I was nervous because I knew that if you knew the real me, you wouldn't accept me. You would turn your backs on me like my family did. The main reason why I'm here is because of one man - Peter. I know he's a "mean" person, but he's helped me overcome these fears of mine. He's helped my career blossom. He's the reason why it only took me a little over a year to become your Answers World Champion! At the same time, I can't give him all of the credit. There are two more men who helped me see the truth that's been buried in deep blue sea for far too long. My RAGNAROK family gave me the gift I've always wanted - brothers. Brothers who are there for me. Brothers who stood by me when we fought that nasty war against team ELITE. With them in my life, it gave me a reason to fight. They gave me that well needed push that I lacked when I went up against the likes of Vic Vendetta - and they will be part of the reason why I retain the Answers World Championship this Saturday, by not physical interference of course, but through spirit. So far, I'm happy with how things are going since my big win at Road to Redemption. The main reason being is because I crave competition. And when I was Interwire champion, I never got competition until I was blind sided at Pain for Pride. I remember it was Xavier Williams who told me that my time as Interwire champion was rather bland because I never defended it, which was true, but I told him that it wasn't my fault. The blame didn't rest on my shoulders because it shouldn't be a champion's job to find his or her's number one contender. There should be a line of people, salivating at the thought of winning that particular championship. But I never got that and that's part of the reason why even I was bored with IW title. What a difference six or so months makes. Because now, I get what I wanted all along and that's a giant target on my back. You see - I want to be the most hated man in all of EAW, and perhaps I am, or perhaps I'm not. That's the beauty of opinions ladies and gentlemen. I should be hated. I ended a man's career before and when its all said and done, I will add a few more to the list. But the main reason why I should be despised, especially by my peers, is because I did something that most of them will never accomplish in their careers, no matter how hard they try, and that's becoming a world champion. And truth be told, it wasn't that difficult. I climbed through the ranks by stepping on my fellow elitists' heads HAHAHAHAHA. Guys like Devan Dubian and Lucian Black, hell, even Alex Anderson himself, have given EAW their blood, sweat and tears, for years, and "sadly", they don't have much to show for it, proving that hard work is somewhat overrated. But talent? True talent, which I possess? It's not learned overnight. It's a skill. You are either born with it or you're not! There's no gray area. 

You know - it's funny how so many elitists were or still are worrying about the King of Elite tournament because it brings back such "great" memories. I was in that tournament last year, back when the show was still called King of Extreme. I thought that KOE was make or break for me and boy was I confident. The way I saw it, I had all of the momentum in the world leading into the first round. I thought I had the match in the bag - but surprisingly I was wrong. I lost in the first round and once it sunk in, I thought I would never get such an opportunity again. If I remember correctly, I believe Mr. Williams also lost in the first round, but look at us now. He's Mr. Cash in the Vault and I'm the current reigning Answers World Champion. So I don't know about you, but I think we were able to rebound rather quickly HAHAHAHA. And at King of Extreme last year, I nearly died. So there's that. It was me and Carlos Rosso, for the Interwire championship. Again, I was extremely confident that I would walk out as the victor and why wouldn't I be? Prior to the match, Rosso was so banged up, management believed he wouldn't be able to even compete. But he did. He came out swinging and I respect that. We had ourselves a nice little match that night and perhaps it even stole the entire show. In the end I didn't accomplish my goal of taking Mr. Rosso's championship and the reason why it didn't happen is mainly because I underestimated his desperate methods. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about right now, but if you don't by small chance, then I'll repaint the picture. Our match was no longer being fought in the squared circle. It made its way outside, near a bridge and the next thing I know, he knees me off of that bridge, with him going overboard with me. So as you can imagine I wasn't a big fan of King of Extreme, but King of Elite? Well, that's a different story. 

I know I told you that I would unleash Peter the next time I talked since you haven't heard from him in a while. And believe me, I would just love to give him the floor to speak his mind, but what we have going on is something so special, that we don't want to jinx it. With me doing most of the talking this past month, we've seen positive results to say the least. But don't get it twisted. Peter is still alive and well and he even tells me what to say, but for the time being, he won't be the vocal leader like we know he is, simply because he's a believer in why fix something thats not broke? Exactly my point. I suppose now is a good time to address my opponent for this Saturday, Alex Anderson. What you did on Showdown, it was so clever. I for one didn't see it coming! Sorry, I've always been a sarcastic individual. Your actions didn't surprise me. It shouldn't surprise anyone. Because before our match, I encouraged you to get the upper hand in this feud of yours, because you'll surely need it. So like I said, I wasn't caught off guard when you attacked me, but let's talk about that sloppy execution, shall we? This master plan of yours, it didn't quite go according to plan, did it? That Ace of Spades, it's a good move. It's not Caustic Echo good, but it's good nonetheless. When you hit a normal man with it, it often causes him to be unconscious for twenty seconds or so. And if they get to their feet, they'll be seeing stars for the next few days. Notice I said a normal man, because I am not normal. I'm not even sure if I'm human anymore. As we saw, you hit me with that very move on Showdown and you left me all alone with the vultures, or more commonly known as Zach Genesis and Scott Oasis. After you made your statement, Scott immediately saw an opportunity and he took it. I can't fault him for that. But as he went for the cover with that big grin of his, I managed to kick out and I went on to win that match - BY MYSELF. Sound familiar Alex? It was déjà vu. How could it not be? Because at Road to Redemption, you had an opportunity to eliminate me when ONCE AGAIN you connected with an Ace of Spades and ONCE AGAIN I had the strength to kick out. So like I said last week, you can go on and on about how you pinned Hades, the FORMER, yes, THE FORMER Answers World champion twice in one week, or whatever the span was, but when it comes to you dealing with the CURRENT Answers World Champion, you don't get the same results. You are unable to put me away, which isn't something to be ashamed of because I don't know if there's a man on the planet that can go toe to toe with me these days. In the past, I'll admit that there were a handful of guys that could probably beat me nine times out of ten. But since I joined RAGNAROK and since I became world champion, I've been a different animal. I've proved many things since winning the title you see resting comfortably over my right shoulder, such as I'm the best world champion in EAW today and make no mistake about it, that's not an opinion, it's a fact, just look at the EAW Awards Show tape if you don't believe me. So with that said, I hope you continue to take this serious because if for whatever reason you underestimate me, this game will be over before the bell is even rung. I will hop over every obstacle you throw my way and in the end, I'll simply say checkmate, or King Me, whichever board game you prefer. But I know you Alex, I know you better than you think. For instance I know you're good, just like I know you're on the cusp of being considered great. Since your debut, you've won yourself a few titles, which is never an easy task with the talent level EAW has, so I applaud you. Your list of accomplishments are respectable, no doubt about it, but there is something missing. Something that would skyrocket your career to that greatness level that I mentioned a few seconds ago and it's winning a world title of your own. And to be honest, I expect you to win one in the future and when I say future, I don't mean this Saturday. Because whether you like it or not, this gold is going to be around my waist for a very, verrrry long time. But sadly, I know I won't be able to keep it forever, which shatters my cold black heart into a million pieces, but in the meantime, I'll just enjoy it being in my possession. I noticed that last week, you called me a stepping stone, which is something I've heard from my opponents a million times before. Again, I can't fault you for thinking that way, but if that's how you really feel, if that's how you see me, then I will be forced to humble you and I don't have a problem doing that because somebody needs to remind you that you're not the greatest thing going in EAW today - that label goes to me HAHAHAHA. Let's talk about what's being wagered. On paper, it's my Answers World Championship on the line, along with your Ace Championship up for grabs, with the winner takes all. Which is fine, since I was the one who agreed to this match in the first place. Right now, I would love to sit back and tell you what I will do to that Ace Championship of yours once I put it on my left shoulder, such as either burning it later on or simply giving it to your little friend, El Landerson. Both are popular options, I must admit. The old me would've made a decision on that already, but like I said, I'm a changed man. I live in the present. I am no longer a prisoner to the future because now, I'm focused at the task at hand. Now I no longer overlook or underestimate my opponents because when it comes to professional wrestling, especially EAW, anything can happen. I just have to do everything in my power to make sure an upset doesn't happen, that's all. Now, let's talk about what's really on the line here. You said it yourself, your window of opportunity is slowly closing. If you let yourself down at King of Elite, you might not ever get another crack at a world championship and boy oh boy, that would be so terrible. In a few days, I expect you to bring your A game. I expect you to leave everything you have in the middle of the ring like you said and I expect you to not roll over and die. 

Before I let the camera fade to black, I just want to point out that I could take this time to badmouth you for a few more seconds to make me feel better about myself, but that's not my style, so instead I'll leave you with this. This Saturday I expect a war. A bloody war. A war that ends with one of us nearly leaving the arena in a body bag. Just know that when the final bell is rung, I will immediately pray for you my friend. I will pray that once I'm done with you, they can still identify you. If not, then I hope your dental records are up to date.

Seems to Lannister, that he has finally struck a nerve. Or maybe this is just Jacob Senn's anger boiling over, knowing Lannister won't praise his paper deity. Oh Jacob Senn, how Lannister dares not to tempt your blade. It is not for a matter of a challenged test - but because Lannister would much rather let this prove to be a fight. For your sharp end, is only the beginning of your casted illusion. There has always been more bark than bite to you, and your armory of weapons stands true to that, as well. For a dagger is no match, when the bullets come reigning down. Your figure will stand to be expressionless when that bell comes to chime in the midst of the shower. You seem unmoved by this path of victory - you surely haven't stepped toe-to-toe for what Lannister has lashed out at you in the verbal sense. But you have tried, that is the key, Lannister were to suppose. You've become bound to these countless tirades, spreading your favor. What you have dressed it with, Lannister dare not comment. But there are portions laid at your feet, that are bound to blossom and burn. For you are the master of deception and repetition. You will beat something to death until it numbs the senses. Lannister needs to change the topic before you even sedate him into a coma. Perhaps the fault was with Lannister all along - for it was he that brought up you are nothing more than a fable. A critical, yet truthful, acclaim - but one that can par off course knowing your ill-nature. So Lannister will take the mulligan on that one, just because he has grown tired of this tirade of yours. They are filled with false accusations, supplanted with indirect impressions on top. But within your troubled words, salvation is found alone.

You are a fish caught in the sea - caught by your own line. You have swallowed the hook, chewed on the line - and choked on the sinker in these sea of lies. But Lannister does not mean to reign down on your relapse - for Lannister can come to learn your motives. Jacob Senn has had to become something he is not - just to be caught in the same sentence as Lannister this week. You have fallen behind on the quality of the matter, as you replace that void with anything that comes to mind. Your mind is circling and circling, ready to sound off anything that would even come close to representing an argument. But that is the flaw of your comfort - it is shady. You may have eclipsed long enough on what you deem true, but it is a matter of lies beneath now. Your twilight has long over-welcomed its stay - for the axis has lost the applicable bearings to shed this daunting light. You are a man of few words in the truth of it all - you just find different ways to spin your story. It is a story well spun, Lannister must admit - but hardly an original one. Definitely one Lannister has heard time and time before, just in a matter of days. You seem obsessed with cards and fables - which is why you have grown apprehensive towards a man like Lannister - that symbolizes the reality of the matter.

Devan Dubian had the right of things when he says this is not a chess game - I guess you didn't get the message, Jacob. While you still get caught up between what quantifies as a jack and how that is implemented in this industry - Lannister would much rather look at the reality of the situation. Now Lannister does bare in mind, that the reality of the course has never been your strong suit. How else would he be able to explain that you find your championship reign as anything more than simply average? It still leaves Lannister with a chuckle that you consider yourself as a conqueror, when you have been seen as the inferior man time after time. Look no other than Road to Redemption - where the New Breed Champion, Jamie O of Hara - was able to pin the then, EAW Champion. Something isn't right here, Jacob Senn. Either up is down, or down is up with you. Please tell Lannister, please contemplate to Lannister, how you are more than what history shows you to be. Is perception amiss? Perhaps - but not likely. It is time just to face the reality of perception, Jacob Senn. You build yourself up to be bigger than what you actually are. Why else would you have had to use Lannisterr's services time after time? You have never done it on your own, no matter how many times you try to tell these people of that. You are a scam, to yourself and all true conquerors that have bared witness to this land. You see Lannister as a pawn, but once more how this comes full circle with this not being a chess game. You are scratching and clawing for any reason you can muster, just so you can one-up Lannister. Strike One. Strike Two. And here comes your last swing in the batter's box.

You like to claim your path to these King of Elite Finals as to why you are indeed a more established contender than Lannister. Now it is true, that Lannister has won his way through by a disqualification and a split-decision motive by Vic Vendetta. But that is neither here or there - for you yourself have acclaimed that it does not matter how you get there - just as long as you do. At least that is the case, until you can spin your story, another way. Isn't that so, Jacob Senn? Now Lannister feels the word "hypocritical" is thrown around too often - for it has become a cop-out insult to those who differ in opinions. But Lannister thinks the shoe fits here... why else would you make defenses on how you kept your championship for as long as you did. But once Lannister or Devan play under the same tactics, it is they that are weak? Something is wrong here, once more... but it is definitely not that in your two contenders. You have tried to slander Lannister's good-willed name for quite some time now, perhaps even trying to portray some portion of ownership over this Lord Paramount of Voltage. Lannister could try to get cute, and fluff up his argument with words, the same way that you do - but Lannister thinks the cut and dry method is perfect for the situation at hand, instead: You are wrong, Jacob Senn. So wrong. So diluted. So flawed. If you mean to make this a poker table, then by all means. Lannister can play along, even if he does not wish to play the childish games of yours. But just know, when Lannister sits down - he is calling your bluff. He sees right through the hand you are trying to portray. Lannister is prepared to go all in - because he knows you are running on nothing but house money.

But eventually, even the house always comes to fold. But here, knowing the type of man you are, you will bliss your ignorance far past the measurables that are required. You are a simple, yet complicated man, Jacob Senn. Your aspirations are simple - but the means are far much more difficult to grasp. Perhaps that is due to the hype that you tune, or maybe even the ideals that cease to exist. But no matter the case - your word, your lie, your bearings - once more are left without merit. You cannot benefit through Lannister, nor even Devan Dubian in this match. You are always one step behind, and three thought processes back. Lannister cannot toy along with the intellect and mind of a child. But so he has to - because that is the card he was dealt - just to put it onto terms you understand, knowing your obsession and all with cards. Lannister cannot change Jacob Senn's mind - he can only endure the smoke that comes out of his mouth. But that is hardly a deal breaker for Lannister, because Jacob Senn's in-ring work is nothing to marvel at. But Jacob Senn is predictable, no doubt he has already thought to reference his victories over TLA and Tiberius as examples of his "conquering ability." But if beating men in a match is all it would take to be a conqueror - then why isn't everyone in this land considered as one? Lannister is fine with broadening the definition by all means - because he knows it is a lost cause to try make sense of the word to this Fable himself. So the drum beats on, Lannister were to suppose. But you are not what you say you are, in the eyes of Lannister. Lannister pardons that Dubian were to think the same.

Conqueror or not - Lannister knows your true intentions, as to why you are in search of this crown. You are in search for redemption - to mend your broken, shattered dreams. You are allowed to sing the hymns of your disgrace - but you will not build an empire out of your broken course. But fear not - Lannister shall free you from this empty aspiration. You will no longer fall victim to the shades of your own past failures. You can start a whole, a brand new man. Perhaps one that can be taken seriously, or one that isn't misguided in his own shame. Lannister is not a judgmental man - so don't take these words as a statement of superiority. We all have those inner-demons we face, Lord Jacob - it's just your demons happen to be out on the open. Why you refuse to put on a poker face, knowing your obsession and all, Lannister does not know - but he is willing to expose you for what you are not. But given your answers, Lannister thinks it's fair to say you will press on and pull the covers over what flaws have been seen through today. You will rub dirt over them no, doubt. But the good news about that is - Lannister will be here all week to combat your ever-so-changing story. The idea is for yourself to evolve, Jacob Senn - not your excuses. But play your music - build your shine, just for you to listen to in desperate times. And desperation is your only hope left - because if Lannister can root your words out - damned right he can do the same to your work on the battlefield.

You are perfectly flawed, Jacob Senn. And there is a price for that. A price, you are bound to pay for in blood.

Lannister sends his kingly regard. Lannister shall see you on the King's Road, soon.

*The scene begins with Tarah Nova sitting in the middle of the ring with her custom Hall of Fame championship on her lap. She has her hood up and a bored look of her face as she lets out a loud sigh and begins to speak.* 

For starters, this isn’t some old happy story that your mummy and daddy read to you when you were a child. Those stories are just some sick twisted jokes that they told you to shut you up at night.  My story is true and It’s the way of life that I was forced to live. For years I learned to fight and found myself in the Indies when I was Eighteen. I guess they liked me because when I was a younger, fighting was the only thing I had left. I mean, I was fighting people twice my size so I could eat the next morning. I was fighting so I wouldn’t be the one that was found dead in the streets the next day. Fighting wasn’t a hobby, it was and still is a passion for surviving. It doesn’t matter how many times I inflict pain on someone, their pain… *Tarah looks up at the camera*…It will never be enough to stop the way I feel about this world. I blame a lot of people for the way I am today, you know.  My mum, dad, aunts and even some of my old childhood friends. Yes, I blame them for my sadistic, unstable and heartless ways. First it was a that drunken fiend that was suppose to be there for me. He said that he would be. I’m realizing now that he said a lot of things that were based on lies. The only good thing he ever showed me was truly how this world worked. At age Sixteen I found out that this world is a very dark and cruel place. I learned first hand that the only person that will truly have your back is yourself.  No one cares about you. No one will ever be there for another human being and I guess that’s life. I remember moving from one alley to the next. Trying to keep warm, trying to push myself to stay alive because I knew that I was strong enough to live. I needed to live. I needed to show everyone that knocked me around that I wasn’t just some kid that was on a bad luck streak. I was reckless, hard headed and I knew I could fight. It was me vs. them. It was Tarah Nova vs. the world. 

*Tarah slides her fingers against the cold metal of her championship as she begins to smirk*

And as you see, years later,  I still find myself in the same hard spot I was in when I was sixteen. Once again I’m facing a person that has stood in my way from becoming the best that I can be. For months, no matter what I do, Cameron Ella Ava is still in my way. Still on top of the mountain just waiting me as I climb. Every time I think I have won and killed her off, she comes back to prove me wrong time and time again. She reminds me of the ghost of Christmas Past but only she won’t make me see the error of my ways.  I’ll fight her till I know she won’t come back. Hell, I’ll become a mini Jaywalker if I have too! Oh yeah, I heard what you said in your little interview, Cam. I’m not as corrupt, as depraved, as powerful, and as cut-throat as Jaywalker?  HA! Is that what you want me to be. Do you want be as fucked up as he was? I can do that, I mean I have done it before and I can do it again. But your right about one thing. I’m not Jaywalker nor will I even be him. I’m also not Cleopatra, Heart Break Gal or Kendra Shamez. Why would I want to be them when I can be me? I mean I’m Tarah Nova. I’m the self proclaimed “Vixen Killer”. I have taken out half of the Vixens in EAW without breaking a sweat. This list of Vixens is so long, I wouldn’t want to bored you with all the names that everyone has forgotten already. Cameron, even our Vixen Champion cannot beat me. So I believe that makes me better than all of them, right? I truly think so. 

Now at King of Elite, I think its time for our little story to finally end, don’t you? I mean it was fun the first couple times we fought. You scarred me, I scarred you. I give you a shocking trip to the nearest hospital and you beat the living shit out of me a steel chair. This time, however, will be fairly different.  You see, I actually have a plan that is better then just beating you down into the matt. When we fight at King of Elite, I will be taking the one thing you hold so close to you. I’m going to take your Hall of Fame championship away from you by climbing up a ladder. Its either I win and you hand the Championship over honorability or I will peel it off you cold dead body. It won’t matter to me how I get it, Cameron. Though, the second option sounds much funnier then the first, but again, either way will works for me. While we’re on the subject of winning, its makes me laugh that you think you will win this little war we have started. Tell me, do you think that’s because you are the hero of this so called story? Is it because you have so much love and power over the EAW universe then I do. And that’s a fact because I know I am the most HATED Vixen in this hell hole up to date. Forget about the Monster Vixen, Lethal or that tag team called the Lyndivias who ran away when I arrived here last year. I’m the baddest bitch around now, Cameron. Its not them and differently not you, the ‘Goddess‘ of EAW.  This time, being a goddess or hero won’t help you win this match.

So before our match at King of Elite, I hope you sit down and pray to the all gods and goddess that you win this war. I hope you find a Buddha or a Buddha look a like and rub his belly for luck because your going to need all luck in this world to stop me. My reign as the “Vixen Killer” and the best vixen here has only just begun.  I’m truly ready to finish you off Cameron and start my new chapter of my story as the real Hall of Fame Champion. Its time for the Age of Nova to truly begin. Though, I know from where I’m standing, it looks like I have the universe against me while you have it supporting you. But Like I said earlier, It’s always been me vs. them. Tarah Nova vs. The world. So it honestly doesn’t matter if you have the EAW universe behind you. Hell, you should make them your army because that’s what your going to need when we meet up on Sunday at King of Elite.  

Believe that, Believe in Nova

*Tarah grabs her championship before she stand up in the middle of the ring. She then slowly raises the championship over her head and lets out a banshee like scream that echoes all over the empty area. Looking back at the camera, she smirk before it fades out, ending the scene.*

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It's inscribed in Revelations, that the dawn of the Apocalypse will begin with seven seals.  The first four seals consist of the summoning of Four supernatural beings who are given control of a fourth of the Earth to kill by way of war, plague, disease, and beast.  They embark on the land trotting on their respective colts; each in its own unique color of white, red, black, and pale.

The first rider is Pestilence who rides into town on a white horse.  Bringing about a widespread of infectious diseases and bacteria to plague the human body.  The second rider is War, who rides on a red horse.  The third is the rider of the black horse named Famine, who causes starvation like you have never seen before.  Then lastly comes Death galloping on a pale steed.  It's also said in Revelations that behind Death walked Hades to collect and sovereign over the souls he left in his wake.

Any follower of Friday Night Voltage could see that within the past year this brand has been showing signs of deterioration, brought on by its own occupants no less, and I know why.  I know the method behind all of the madness and I know my purpose for being here instead of on Show-Down challenging Norman for the Answer's Championship.  The first four seals have been broken by none other than Zack Crash who initially brainwashed everyone he came in contact with by spreading manure regarding his personal issues with DEDEDE, tainting the minds of the mentally weak individuals who served as his acolytes at Territorial Invasion like a disease of some kind; Pestilence.  Then came the battle between what was presumed good and evil at Territorial Invasion; War.  Once that transpired desires as well as hunger for absolute power overcame everyone, but none more than the new Chairman; Famine.  And last but not least came the unprecedented fall of Extreme Answers Wrestling; Death.  Now months later, Hades is drafted or should I say "summoned" to walk among the carnage and spilled blood on Voltage to do only one thing; and that is rule as the EAW Champion.

It all makes sense considering the history we share; as individuals and as rivals.  Personally I think our despise for each other as rivals, is brought on by how similar we are.  We're two men who were raised from their youth in poverty; two good-for-nothings who aren't supposed to be where they are right now.  We shouldn't be here fighting for money--even more cynical--for championship gold, we should be working some 5-10 in a steel mill or rotting our lives away in a prison; because people like us don't get the breaks that we've been given.  But when we do, we're inclined to keep a firm hold on them due to the living conditions we were brought up in.  Only so few people will be able to comprehend how growing up in a low class family could make one so selfish.  But that's the World we live in; it's filled with givers and takers.  Our kind just so happens to be takers, but only 'cause we don't have anything left to give!  So we fight, we claw, we plot, and we pray for other's downfall so that we may rise from our own.  Truth is, I envy you Cage.  I envy your connection with the fans, how you can do what ever you want without repercussions, and that it is you who stands there with a World Title instead of me.  Why is that by the way?  You're not better looking than I am...you're not tougher than I am...you're not better than I am...what is it that these people see in you?  For the life of me I can't seem to figure it out, but I will this Saturday.  And in doing so I will rip your beating heart out of your chest by taking that which you fought damn near four years for!

This is it Cage, it all ends here.  The seal has been broken and the death omens have begun.  The clock has ticked it's last tock, the thick-billed Corvus is pecking at your window, and the hounds are howling to the cursed dark skies up above; all clear indication that your fall to me is imminent.

King Of Elite Promo


I think you're finally learning a valuable lesson on the Art of Dying.

They say once you embrace death, you begin to live life untethered--without fear. But when you run from death, it chases you down and consumes you whole. No one ran from death in their career more than me. I spent a good portion of my career running from my sins even though I knew in the back of my mind they'd catch up to me. As much as I tried to justify my evil deeds in the past, I knew I'd have to atone for the pain and suffering I caused other people. As great as I was, as revered and as legendary as I once was I still had that crippling fear of death. Because of that I took a plunge into darkness behind every great loss. Whether it was losing to CM Banks at Pain For Pride or losing to HRDO at Road To Redemption III, each loss was like a dagger in the heart. That pain you felt when I defeated you last month, I've felt that pain many times, over and over before. However it was one day... I don't remember when... I don't remember where... one day I took a look at everything around me and realized truly how fortunate I am. I don't mean luck, I don't mean by chance, I mean I realized the Yang that comes with the Yin and I understood that life is nothing without it. I learned how to embrace death, and to accept it, and that's why I've defeated death.

That is why I can't die.

Immortality may be the most sought after thing in the history of mankind. The quest for immortality is the father of science itself, dating back to the Ancient Egyptians, Arabs and the Chinese who practiced Alchemy to find everlasting life and create everlasting riches out of thin air, like magic. A common practice of Alchemy in those times were to turn common material or metals into gold. Of course they were never successful, of course they never found real everlasting life because all things must die, and of course they could never turn brass into gold. But that illusion was good enough for them, and that hope was enough to keep them going. It's the same false hope that keeps many in the Land of Elite going. That hope that they can one day main event Pain For Pride, win the World Championship and be the face of Pro Wrestling, revered forever and ever. That's the aspiration everyone who continues to step through those EAW ropes has sealed in their minds. However, that dream to many has become a reality to me, and ONLY me. I am the ONLY one who holds real immortality around here and I hold the most pure, sought after, fought over piece of gold on the face of the planet. When you hold something as glorious as the World Heavyweight Championship, you hold in your hands the key to immortality. That has never been more true than June 29th, 2014 when I won the ultimate battle to win this key... 100,000 witnessed the ultimate test of fortitude, and since then I've proven my immortality and my worthiness to be exalted. You can at least admit to that, Tyler that I've made good on every word I spoke. What makes this time any different? What makes that dark room my Coffin, hmm? Is it because YOU say so? Do you get to decide my future now, like you're the master of my fate or something? I understand you have every right to be as confident as need be... no one ever becomes great by telling themselves crippling words like "can't" or "wont". But I guess we'll have to agree to disagree as far as the outcome of our match. It's the typical scenario between two competitors, there's rarely a time you ever get your opponent to crack and admit their inevitable defeat. But the fact is, you can't ignore that I am in a completely different frontier than any other man in the history of Professional Wrestling. The very last speech that the revolutionary Civil Rights leader Martin Luther King said was a proclamation that he's been to the mountain top and see's the glorious things that lie ahead. Of course, I embody that, because I'm at that mountain top and the glory I see overlooks everything... and I see EVERYTHING. AND EVERYTHING SEE'S ME. AND SOME MAY BE BLINDED BY IT, SOME MAY EMBRACE IT, BUT EVERYONE IS A WITNESS. I AM THE EYE IN THE SKY.



Through death, I found everlasting life. It's a fate shared by revolutionaries, religious leaders, legendary athletes, legendary entertainers, painters, thinkers... however, I'm even above them. I'm even above Bach, or Michelangelo, or DaVinci or Galileo.. they never got to see their glory, and I do. They never got to experience their adulation, I do. I see where my greatness has taken me because I don't need to retire or physically die to get what I've always dreamed of... I have it, I have that and more. I don't need retirement or physical handicap or death for my career to reach its Zenith because I'm at my Zenith right now. Only a handful of people know what it's like to be this rightfully assured. And Tyler, honestly, I'm honestly telling you this with no underlying motives... you have a chance to be the next. Because when you speak about the agony and pain and suffering you've been through, I relate to it. I've been where you are, Tyler, and I can honestly say you are the only man I could ever see being where I am. However, this weekend is not your time. You will lose to me at King Of Extreme. Look in my face as I tell you this Tyler, listen to the tone in my voice, look in my eyes right now Tyler, as I tell you this. Search for any sign of ego or vanity in my being as I say these words.... You... will not... beat me. I'm not speaking to you as your competitor or even your enemy, I'm telling you this as your Deity. You. Will. NOT. BEAT. ME. YOU WILL NEVER PIN ME, EVER AGAIN. AND AFTER KING OF ELITE, YOU WILL NEVER BE IN THE SAME RING WITH ME EVER AGAIN. That's just the way it has to be. I'm going to destroy you, Tyler.. but not utterly. Just enough for you to piece yourself back together, inch by inch, or die trying. Though we both walk together in the valley of the shadow of death, fear no evil, for I am with you; in that dark room, in the unknown not to humiliate you or punish you, but to humble you. Great men build and destroy, and if you can give me the best match you've ever given anybody... if you can perform not like the Tyler Parker of these last few months, not even the Tyler Parker of last year but the best version of you the world has ever seen! If you can give me that, you'll become the new exception to the rule! You'll be IMMORTAL! I KNOW you will! You may even become better than me someday, as I am now! But there was a man many refer to as the "messiah" who, in his story also became a God, but didn't reach that glory by Chariots and being carried in horses. He had a cross to bear, and so do you. You're going to carry that cross into King Of Elite and the only way you can reach this new world is the same way I did, on the cross. 

The Passion of Tyler Parker.

Of course it's always the same story, Xavier. What other story is there to tell? What other story do YOU want me to tell? I know I am speaking the truth and you know I am speaking the truth. Sometimes you have to reiterate so people accept that truth, the reality. How often do I actually see people step in my way, you ask? All the damn time. It was Kevin Devastation who started a war between us and it was YOU who eliminated me from the chamber. Despite all the hardships and tribulations that have been imposed upon my road to glory I AM STILL STANDING. I've lost important matches, World Championship Matches, but no loss is irreparable and I have proven that to you, DEDEDE and the entire WORLD. I'm certainly a wanted man around here. It's quite apparent the management isn't too fond of me. I don't want to make any conjectures but I wouldn't be shocked if all the men who have attempted to end me since my return were sent by them. There's been different people in charge during my current tenure as an elitist. They're really different from each other, but I bet they all had the same plans for me. Their hatred towards me is something they all have in common. You're probably going to refute my words and possibly tell me that is just the image I want to be visualized as but no, Xavier. It's the absolute truth. They want me out of the game, they want to eradicate me before I eradicate corruption and establish a honorable regime. Want to know something? That ain't never going to happen. I proved that I am not good enough? You had to join forces with Tyler to eliminate me from the damn match! You  two were successful, but both of you PROVED that you are not man enough to take me on single-handily. It's funny how you compare me to the majority of EAW. It's funny because I am different to the majority of EAW. I fight for what is right. I'm a man of honor, Xavier Williams. There's nobody like me in this company or any other. Yeah, there's some nutjobs around and you may find them "unique" but what they are is UNDESERVING. And they are characters, I am not a character. I'm as real as it gets. I don't want to be anybody, I don't want to have a target on my back. Although ironically, I love it because I get to dismantle faces with my fist. I've never done anything to get noticed. I do what I do not to get noticed by anybody but because unlike your leaders I have a conscience . I always do what is right and I FIGHT for what is right. I don't want anybody to elevate my career I will do that MYSELF. I'm doing it myself as a matter of fact. I've reached heights most people bet I would never reach in my career. Diamond Cage's story is praiseworthy that is something we can both agree on, but I do not intend on following in his footsteps I am MAKING MY OWN WAY. I'm carving my OWN path.  I don't want to be in the same position as he is. That's just stupid. I've clearly, CLEARLY stated why I oppose Crash and his administration. It's not because getting in his bad side could potentially benefit my career as an elitist in the long run, but because he is corrupted, his people are corrupted, every authority figure in EAW stands for what I fight against. I don't expect to be given anything, I never have that is why I TAKE. I have earned a World Championship and when the right time comes I WILL take it. First I have to beat you and Xavier I got noo problem with THAT. I'll gladly beat you, embarrass you in front of millions and expose for what you really are. I never wanted to target you. I wanted DEDEDE's head on a fucking stick not yours, but YOU got me out of the Chamber so I did the same to you. I don't get what the big deal is honestly. You still got the Cash In The Vault briefcase... You still want to end me regardless. It's evident you have something against me, you always did. Once again, I am a wanted man around here. A lot of people want me dead, a lot of people have tried to kill my career and they have all failed. They have taken titles from me, friends, A LOT. one thing I still have and I will never lose is my pride, my dignity... and HONOR. You want to prove why you're in the position you are go ahead. Prove it, but NOT at my expense. Prove it on your own and only then you will be as respected, as appreciated as I am. I see what you're trying to do. You're trying to vilify me. That can only mean one thing you are envious of me, jealous of what I have attained. What have I attained? The admiration and respect of all of these people. I'm not the villain here YOU are. You proved The Savage Ryan's, Dark Demon and Diamond Cage wrong by beating them. That's cool, congratulations. I don't know if you've realized this yet, but.. I'm not Ryan Savage, I am not DEDEDE, I am not Dark Demon and I SURE AS HELL ain't Diamond Cage. I'm going to tear you apart. Usually I just hit people in the jaw, spear them in half and walk away, but you? You will be different you deserve to get your ass kicked. You've earned it, boy. Greatest wrestler that ever lived? Ha.. We'll see about that.

( The camera begins to roll, as the scene beckons once more the presence of not Sebastian Lannister, but that of Cerci. Cerci's cheekbones can be seen in the reflection of the camera, as she wastes no time or matter to get "a few" words off her chest. )

Cerci: I wouldn't want to run into the ways of repetition, especially on my Sebastian's behalf - but in some matters it's just going to have to be that way. Especially when Jacob Senn's belief of being the bane of all kings is that of playing card games. It is quite ironic for a man of his stature to be telling stories with cards, when he happens to be the jack of all trades, but master at none. But please do tell me Jacob, what do the cards say? Is it your own sense of "Oh, Mirror, Mirror on the wall?" I didn't take you for a prophet, Senn - but then again, I don't take you for many things. I hate to break it to you Lord Senn, but your shade has been compromised, and your card tricks are just the beginning of your exposure. For beyond all that violent emotion of yours - your eyes tell a different story than the one you wish to entail. In fact - they tell a different story of betrayal - in which one that you are not the judge. I dare not have ignorance be judged, when your sworn voice is the one filling the room with lies. Lannister did not betray you - nor had he ever failed you. It was asked of the almighty Sebastian to see your reign continue - and Lannister was able to keep that championship around your waists, far much longer than what had been deserved. And the one night - the one night Lannister failed to keep this true, is the night you were adamant on wanting to do it on your own. You betrayed yourself and your own, logical intentions, Jacob Senn. The fault is not with Lannister, all because you had a lapse of judgment. You can affiliate blame with those, who are not deemed yourself - but how this conversation forever comes full circle time and time again. But maybe again, that's just because there are countless examples as to why your word is without merit. You're just rabid, Jacob Senn, diseased even. And your word of reason, even more so.

But how it pains the world to see - when you sell yourself out time and time again. But it cuts a little bit closer to home, when it comes from the core, does it not? Careless are the men that fail to see the means. But the waves will soon crash without warning, don't you ponder a worry. The core of your well-being has been torn out, and cast aside. In your heart of hearts, you Jacob Senn, you can believe that you are this conqueror who will stop at the will of nothing. Or you can wake up - wake up and compare everything in the world to your pile of nothing. Your ashes have built up in time, no doubt. But you'll come to learn that the silver lining becomes harder to manufacture, and the smiles difficult to fake, when Lannister takes your claim and reputation away from you all at once with that very esteemed, rude awakening. It's just a matter of time now - and the clock weighs on the counter-top. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. I'll be counting down, until only seconds remain, where it is you that wears the robe of the pig skin, and my Sebastian the crown. That is not what you want - no, but that is what you will get. The lion's share, is for the lion - after all. If it is comfort you desire, you have come to the wrong place.

How nice it was for you to finally join the fray, Devan Dubian. I had been long expecting you to make your grand entrance - and here you are at last. The party has started yes, but by no means are you late. So let's light a candle in your honor, for a celebration is indeed in need for this most gracious honor. Light the candle and allow for the wax to harden a little, because what you are about to hear - is something that you used to know. Mr. Dubian - no matter how much you would like to separate yourself from your former peers, RAGNAROK and Lannister has already left their defying mark. Lannister isn't inclined to say that he's etched a blueprint in your mind - filled with gaps and holes within your confidence, but well - something similar to that. You might be a different man, a much more accomplished man without those two boulders holding you back. You've cut the rope - congratulations - but the mountain still needs climbing. And you're standing on nothing but pillars of sand and pillars of salt.

You are in the right of things, however, and there is a level of props to be handed out for it. You are quick to admit, that Lannister was right this whole team. You wouldn't listen then, but you will now - when Lannister says Starr Stan and Brian Daniels are not company you should keep. You aligned yourself with the wrong men. My Sebastian Lannister isn't a philosopher, he or I couldn't tell you why couldn't see the writing on the walls. But what we can tell you, is this, Lord Devan: To listen to Lannister this time around. And listen to the message closely: Don't fool yourself. You are not fit to rule as an EAW King - for you are hard enough to keep in company as is. You may be inclined to serve yourself, and only yourself, but that is not how this tale has ever been forsaken to be. You cannot rule on a teetering line of despair and loathing. Especially with a man with such an ample past, like yourself. Everything eventually comes full circle, Devan Dubian, and it is sure to come at a fury of a storm. Fragments will splinter, oh they will shatter, they will rip, and they will tear away at you in every way imaginable. You are not fit to rule this kingdom, no more than the usurper Jacob Senn. I admire your claim, Lord Devan, but a matter of want isn't what is going to win you a crown. Many ambitious men before you have fallen for much less. You will just have to tow that line, for when you come to pass it. That is not a concern of Lannister or I's. We have done enough for you - have shed enough light on you. There is a glimmer of home that I have, that you hold my words true and keen. But ambition is the fall of every great man, it would just be a shame for lightning to strike you twice.

But allow me to slow this restless pace - as eventually there is going to be a road in which all three of our respective parties cross. Cameras will have a whole weight of the world behind it - an element that let's us all know that surveillance can create a new point of view. But this shall be a scene, that not even the deadliest of emotions can be explained. A flash point will shimmer into the air, and the fullest of my Sebastian's intentions will be known - but as well as you Jacob, and you Devan. This illusive game will have fallen into fate's hands. Segregated lights mastered by foreign eyes will glide, capturing the moment in full. Your eyes will meet with Lannister's... as these hollow heroes soon separate themselves apart. But there is a price to pay, for trying to eat the king's table. The wine is not free, and no, the food not cheap. But have no worry - this one's on the house. Just remember, though... THE HOUSE ALWAYS WINS.

...HOUSE LANNISTER ALWAYS WINS.

( Cerci looks on, confident in what she had told the audience in wait. The camera soon fades to black, with her deafening smile taking the picture by storm before finally pitch black reigns true. )

 
Sometimes I’m glad to be in the position that I’m in. It’s always the same story, isn’t it Lucian? Xavier Williams has always been a spoiled brat! Everything that he asked for; everything that he begged for, he was given in an instant! He hasn’t earned anything in this business, everything was given to him! I’m a wanted man because of my personal opinions and aspirations! It never actually seems to change, no matter what happens, does it Lucian? You see Lucian, are you actually a wanted man or is that image that you want to be seen for? How often do you actually see people step in your way, just because they want to take your head off? It doesn’t happen that often does it? You were the man that took the fight to Kevin Devastation at Territorial Invasion. You almost speared Mr. DEDEDE in half because you wanted the World Heavyweight Championship and knew that you weren’t near consideration for that opportunity. You hit me in the head with a steel chair; you speared me and cost me the World Heavyweight Championship after you PROVED again that you’re not good enough to stand at the top of this company as the very best that it possesses. But like I said Lucian, being a wanted man isn’t the man that you are; being a wanted man is the image that you want yourself to be seen as. But Lucian, don’t worry, the majority of EAW have the same mindset as you do. You want to be this man that has a target on his back; a guy who’s able to ruffle a few feathers because you believe that it’s going to get you noticed. You think if you’re able to get on the bad side of the right people, they’ll elevate you to the position that you dream of being in. Look at Diamond Cage for example; a man that the world once thought was going to amount to absolutely nothing, but now stands at the top as the EAW Champion. He walked into Road to Redemption over a year ago and went to war with Mr. DEDEDE, where the world took notice of what he’s willing to do to obtain the things that he loves and cherishes more than anything else in this world. He walked into Pain for Pride and beat Starr-Stan at his own game in Elite Rules, proving that there’s a whole lot more than the barbaric side of Diamond Cage, and at Road to Redemption a few weeks ago, he finally accomplished the one thing that the majority of EAW has wanted for a long time. Diamond Cage finally stood at the top of the company as a World Champion. But looking through all that work, a guy like yourself looks at his image. You see he’s a thorn in the side of Zack Crash; you see that Zack Crash is willing to do anything he can to get rid of the man and you believe that if you’re able to get into that same position, you’ll attain the same success that he did. You believe that if you depict yourself as a man that EAW wants the head of, that you’ll be given the same success, the same following, the same hype and in the end, the same moment that he was given. But the problem is Lucian, that you’re doing it in all the wrong ways. You can target a guy like me. You can target the guy you believe held you back. You can target the guy you believe was handed all the success that he’s had in this business and the man that you believe held you back, but in the end, it makes you look like nothing more than man that stews in his own jealousy. You can say that I’ve been handed everything. That I wouldn’t be in this position if it wasn’t for this company handing it to me on a silver platter, because I’ve heard the stories before and every single time I walk out and prove why I am in this position. It’s because of people like you Lucian. It’s because of people that believe they’re good enough to knock me back down. The Savage Ryan’s thought that could do it and I make Ryan Savage tap. Dark Demon thought he could do it and I ended his career. Diamond Cage, everybody’s favourite hero thought that he could do it and I walked out and made sure that he couldn’t get back up. Just think about what I’m going to do to you. Just think about what I’m going to do to the man that cost me the opportunity to stand at the top of Elite Answers Wrestling as the World Heavyweight Champion? After King of Elite Lucian, you have no more excuses. You’re no longer going to be able to attempt to force the blame of every single shortcoming you’ve have onto the shoulders of others. I told you on Dynasty at King of Elite I’m going to walk out and prove to the world why I am the greatest wrestler that has ever lived. So walk in the intention of ripping my head off of my shoulders. Walk in with the intention of dominating Xavier Williams like no other man has been able to do. Walk in like your very career depends on it Lucian, because just like every other man that has stood up… I’m going to knock you back down.

(A logo that reads "EAW Exclusive" flashes on the screen and then still in the bottom left-hand corner as the scene hasn't fade in. It's black, usually there would be something but there's nothing... nothing that could be seen or heard. Nothing but silence and that silence would then be broken by the sound of a voice.)

Do you remember what it was like to be the World Heavyweight Champion?

(The voice? Is none other than Tyler Parker's. It would seem as though he had just asked himself a question. It would seem as though he's taken everything that everyone has been saying lately, listening to them and not ignoring them. It would also seem as though he's self-aware of where he's at and self-aware of everyone who's been doubting him, doubting that he'll ever be the same again and doubting that he could be the one to beat Mr. DEDEDE at King of Elite. Anyone who hasn't are hoping he is but even they, like Tyler Parker, are questioning even in the slightest that this is all he has. The question he had asked himself is one that has been on his mind for the longest time. After he had asked himself that, a image of Tyler Parker raising the World Heavyweight Championship inside of the Extreme Elimination Chamber is shown.)

"THE WINNER OF THIS CONTEST AND NNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!!!!....... TYLER PAAAAAARRRRRRRKKKKEEEERRRR!!!!!!"

(That was the night in which Tyler Parker captured his first World Heavyweight Championship. It was inside of the Extreme Elimination Chamber and needless to say, he was hurt and he was hurt badly but that wouldn't stop him from raising the title for everyone to see. To let them know that he was at the top, that he had made it there on his own and that he was going to stay there for as long as he would hold the World Heavyweight Championship. An accomplishment that even his opponent for this Saturday has accomplished before him, an accomplishment that his close friend Y2Impact has accomplished before him. It's one of his most memorable moments in EAW. How could he not remember something like that? Though he may have had a short reign, holding it for little over two months, he defended it against anyone who would stand up to him. Those who have been doubting him have been saying that he hasn't been the same since then. Some of them have been saying that he hasn't been the same since Pain for Pride. No one has been saying anything else and that may be why even he's questioning himself. That has to be why. Soon the image of him with the World Heavyweight Championship fades out. The scene fades in as we see Tyler Parker sitting there in a empty room. All that's in there is his thoughts and himself. Tyler Parker clears his throat before speaking.)

I do.

(Tyler Parker would answer himself with a smile across his face.)

That's just something I couldn't and wouldn't ever. If you look back on it, I had garnered everything I wanted, including the World Heavyweight Championship. I was on a roll like any other then too. I had a great match against Zack Crash at Midsummer Massacre, a great match against the House of Renegades at No Regards, defeated Team Diamond at Territorial Invasion, eliminated Scott Diamond in that same match and defeated Mr. DEDEDE at Shock Value. That was the momentum I needed, the momentum I had heading into Road to Redemption and the momentum I had over everyone else in the Extreme Elimination Chamber. I remember what it was like, standing there in my pod, waiting for the signal to enter the match. The crowd was loud, they were chanting my name even while I was in there and they were supporting me throughout the match. I thought I had all of the momentum behind me but it was them who were backing me and they wanted me to win just as badly as I wanted to win myself. I wasn't going to let any of them down and that was the kind of mindset I had before, then and even now. I know I haven't been the same, I know I haven't been at the top and I know I haven't garnered anything but failure. Time and time again I have failed. I've failed in defending the National Extreme Championship, in recapturing it, in taking back the World Heavyweight Championship last month but more importantly? I've failed in where everyone said I would succeed. That's been the toughest pill for me to swallow, that's something I've done once already and it wasn't something I was going to do twice. After listening to what DEDEDE had to say, I may just have. I may have done it twice. I may have "busted" like so. That's what everyone has been saying, right? That I'm not going to beat him this Saturday, that I don't have a slither of a chance to and that I'm going to fade into obscurity like I did four years ago. You know, I've been in this position before. It wasn't but two years ago that I was in this position, the same position so many others have been in before after they've failed. I've been here and where they had left? I stayed.

You know want to know what that got me? What staying here in EAW through everything got me? What all of the doubting, all of the questioning and all of the things that everyone has been saying got me? It got me the World... Heavyweight... Championship. The feeling you get, just standing there in the middle of the ring, raising the title for everyone to see? That's the best feeling you could ever have. You couldn't be more proud of yourself for getting there, to be able to even hold it, to say it's yours. You would have succeeded right then and there. To know that there's no one above you, to know that you're the World Heavyweight Champion, to know you're at the top... that's the feeling you'll have. I'd... I'd give ANYTHING to feel that again. Which is why I'm sitting here in this room, thinking to myself and preparing myself for what's ahead of me --- for what I'm going to have to do this Saturday to ensure I feel that again, for what I'm going to do with the World Heavyweight Championship after I have it back in my grasp. There's so much going through my mind right now that it's hard for me to even think. It's hard for me to say anything and it's hard for me to concentrate. Though I've suppressed most of it, keeping just some of it at the forefront of my mind, so that I'll know if I'm in the right state of mind to beat Mr. DEDEDE this Saturday. There was something he said at the end, something that's been the one thing that hasn't left me and that's that this is my last chance. My last chance to get everything back. Everything I've lost in the past year. Everything that I've earned that has slipped through my fingertips. Take back what I couldn't keep. One last chance to be at the top and have more of a purpose in this company instead of floating around and losing to those who I shouldn't be losing to, to begin with. There's nothing for me? I have nothing left in me? I'm not going to beat Mr. DEDEDE? We're just going to have see about that. Because like I said on Dynasty, I'm scared. I'm scared of what I'm going to do to him and I'm scared of what I could do to him.

(Tyler Parker looks at his hands and is probably thinking to himself of just what he was talking about. It would seem as though from his facial expression that he's surprised to see his hands steady. Tyler Parker drops his hands to his side and nods his head.)

I really am. DEDEDE might not be, he shouldn't have to be and I know he's not going to be because he laughed at me... he laughed at me because he thinks, like everyone else, that I'm not going to beat him and he laughed at me because he feels that there's nothing far worse than anything he's ever been through that I could do to him. You know, maybe there isn't, maybe there's nothing hasn't been through because he's been in this business for as long as I have if not longer and maybe I'm not the one who's going to beat him for the crown and the World Heavyweight Championship. I've re-watched that Extreme Elimination Chamber countless amount of times, looking for something that I could get a hold of, trying to figure out where I went wrong for me to have lost to him. I remember what it was like being in the ring with him and I remember it because I had the worst feeling I've ever had --- the feeling of knowing I lost, the feeling of coming so close but coming up short. I remember it. Why? Because I was more battered than anything else I've ever had to go through. It was like having my heart ripped out of my chest. I couldn't do anything, I couldn't explain it to myself. There wasn't anything in my mind that could've told me for me. I had to move on and I had to move on quickly. I haven't moved on and I'm not going to until I've had beaten DEDEDE. You want us to enter that room again? Is that what you want, DEDEDE? I'm right here for you. This room that I'm in? I haven't told you but this room is symbolic to the dark room that you spoke of. There's no one else in here but me. There isn't anyone else you and I have to worry about. There's no other participants in our match this Saturday. It's just you and me. That's how it was at Road to Redemption and that's how it's going to be at King of Elite. One more round is what we've been calling it but this, as you know, is the final round between us. This is where it ends, DEDEDE. We're going to leave it all here in this room, in your resting place.

(Tyler Parker has no emotion in his face and his eyes are cold, much like the room he is in, the room he says is Mr. DEDEDE's resting place. That's just as cold but for the match they're going to have at King of Elite, that's nothing compared to what they're willing to do. After a few moments, the screen fades to black.)

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

The most Elite… from team Elite… going for the crown of Elite… This is going to be my Kingdom. I already am the Prince of Showdown… executioner of this land… And a King gets… what he wants. Especially when it’s ALL he wants.

Life is not always like chess. Just because you think you have nobility surrounded or more specifically the King, do not think that he is not capable of wounding you. I am seen as the anomaly in this match because I have this tendency to not play by the rules. I’m written out as the oddity in the triad just because I don’t have a record that is backing up my validity. The honest truth is that I am admired as the rarity in this match because the more popular opinion is that I am not the favorite in this match, I just don’t have what it is that takes to win the significant one. The horde of people, the mobbing media and my demented opponents have all got me cornered to a where I am supposed to be actually contemplating dropping out of this match. It is a given that when put under pressure in the past, I had the tendency of being a goldbrick before a fighter but that is just it: that was the past. What you are trying to do to me might as well be no more different using hoary instructions to fix something that has already progressed. I always had to come to accept the matter off act that there was always someone more enhanced than me, someone superior to everything I will do and no matter what I did: that would never chance. I started in this company young so I took all the scraps of instructions I could but only now I have come to realize is that the person I was taking guidance from was no less broken than I was. The only thing Starrstan taught me was the cunt way of getting by in this company and I dearly apologize if I am shredding someone’s air castle here but the truth lies right in front of you. In the past year, every time I have come to counter my former mentor Starrstan: I have completely dismantled him. The only thing that can be seen visible on his head is the shed of blood that is dripping and I have no reason to exaggerate. I’ve proven to myself above all that I can handle on being the top rope with the best and that when I am in it for no other but myself, that is when I am at my utmost finest. It’d be an underwhelming statement to say that all I have done in the past few months has been a bit peculiar from the status quo; I have completely transposed my whole ideals. I went from being someone who did things without any knowledge of its consequences to someone who fully understands his situation before he enters it. I refuse to be treated like an assurance in someone else’s game so I have decided that if I want to win this crown, the crown that was foreordained for me from the start: I must rely on no other but myself to achieve that goal. I am now a man who is known for his double-crossing and dishonesty and I honestly wouldn’t prefer it any other way. After all, how different are those ethics than those of what my two demented opponents believe in?  I don’t need to sing along with the crowd neither do I need to be publicized as the dark horse to inspire false hope to win matches now. I got as far as I did in the Road to Redemption chamber and through all those King of Extreme rounds because I sincerely believed that I was superior to every one of those man I was paired up against. It didn’t matter what their track record was at the end because everything is bound to erase and diminish at one point. I’m certain that by the frankness I have seen by the followers of this dear company that my failing track record of the past won’t even be existent anymore after I have won the King of Extreme. People see an authority figure and they cringe and once I become King, I promise you that I will do my best to serve… myself and only myself because that is exactly what is best for this racket.

 If there is one person I would fear above all others in this kind of match, it is the one person everyone perceives to be weak. It is often noted that is those who are perceived as the weakest who can wreak the most havoc and those are who considered gentle are usually the ones who end up getting burned. You see Jacob Senn; I personally cannot care less as to what kind of person you think you are making me out to be. You want to see me as a weak, passionate man then so be it. You want to see me as the third man in this match who is just there to occupy the fractional ratings then so be it. I am certain as I stated before that all that will change once those with power from the back came out and put the gold crown over my head. They may not realize it then but within that crown, they are also granting me an invisible belt that is giving me credible superiority to the rest in the locker. When I walk in those lockers with a gold crown strained on my forehead, I will no longer be perceived as weak or wistful or whatever adjuncts people are referring to these days to drive their self-pity. What I am perceived as is no longer an issue for me anymore that will change weekly, monthly or even daily. What I want to address at this current point is a completely different subject however, it is your burdens. I may have not understood what kind of ethics you were living by during the time I tried to go for your world championship, may have even called you pretentious at one point. However since I have went through this whole development, my eyes have been completely opened to all your dilemmas. You see, I don’t think you are a trickster. I just think you just a man who will do anything to find any alternative, any other surrogate to come out with the glory. You are a conqueror who would sacrifice the better amount of his command in order to redeem even the smallest amount of grandeur. You are a glory hunter who never completely understands the expanse of game before foolishly renouncing everything he has just for the slim hope that you might win. You are what we would call in a card game an arsehole and why wouldn’t you be? It has worked out rather well for you in the past two years. However let it be known that everyone has beginners luck, some people’s last a week and others two years. You’ve been holding aces for a while now but I am promising you here and now Jacob Senn, this weekend is where your reputation breaks.  You’ve been sacrificing and living large for too long now and you have finally countered a King worthy of breaking your streak and given everything you have done to me in the past few years, I will make sure to make this experience slow and lethal just for you Jacob Senn.

You have only been here a few months Lannister but if you are a man who likes to brag about beating shattered man then by all means, it would be my pleasure. Let us make one thing clear here Lannister, the man you faced often in that pitiful faction known as Elite was not me. You faced a brittle man and being the cunt we all know you are, you took advantage of it and completely broke me. I know realize that all I was doing every time I suited up for Elite and went out there to go against your fearsome faction, all I was really doing was putting my fragile ego out there. You tried telling me more times than I can possibly remember and yet I stayed defiant, ignorant to the truth you were preaching to us for months. Elite together was a crisp being begging to be devoured but in doing so Lannister, you also awake me to the truth. Don’t tell me that my swing hasn’t got you intrigued Lannister. You’re a man of theatrics and I’m sure you have been begging to find out exactly when was it that I started to lose hope in those that thought they fought for good to those who couldn’t give a damn about where the line stood because it was going to be smeared either way. I think it is safe for me to admit that it was the inspiration of yourself and your two infidels that showed me the light. I would think that somewhere between the many beatings you gave out to my pitiful faction that I came to awe realization of what was I really fighting for? Was there really any merit to oppressing three younger elitists by oppressing them because they had different views of things than we did? The ethics Elite was fighting against was no more tyrannical than what we were fighting for and that was when I figured out that we were not much more than hypocrites ourselves. It’s also then when I came to the realization that this company is a biz for an order of one and nothing more. If you even give a glimmer of trust to anyone in this company whether they have walked through the front door for a day or four years, they will find an opportunity to abandon you. You say that I have no allies whatsoever Lannister and that may be but that’s just it, I don’t need anyone to make this happen. I don’t need to rely on others to capitalize my moments for me, much like someone else we know. A superior in a war wants his subordinates to realize who their leader is and he does that by establishing dominance, he is not equal to those in the field because he has earned his way up there. He wants them to know that when they write his name in the history books, it will be established as the rebellion of Devan Dubian or the prevail of Devan Dubian: not rebellion or prevail of Devan Dubian and co. If I really want to establish my superiority among the rest on this roster including you Lannister and our friend Jacob Senn, then I must not be afraid to do this on my own. If I were to rely on an ally in this case, I am sure I would have a poisoned drink for desert by the week’s end. You awoke the beast and taught me a bit about particularity however it seems that in this scenario, I must be the one giving you advice. Your psycho faction however coherent they may seem now will also find a way to a way to abandon you, believe me they always do. Right now you may be bathing in the glory and exquisite of being in a faction but there comes a time in every group where a shared compensation comes in the middle of all the members and it ends up no different than from what you saw on Showdown last week with me knocking both the consciousness of my two former members. It is inevitable Lannister, you of all must people must surely realize this. I will do nothing more than what I have been taught, I will bluff my way to the top and change my guards on an hourly end because there will be no trust with me and anyone else. I know you are in certain assertion that this crown was made for you from the start given your history but let it be known that I too am a Prince Lannister, the Prince of Showdown. By forbidding me to wear my accustomed Gold Crown, you sir are the one waging war against me. You are the one who is creating an uprising here but this Saturday, I’ll let you know what happens to those who oppose me of things I dearly want especially when they are all I want and believe me, it will not be graceful Lannister. Jacob Senn and Lannister, you both have clearly made your intentions clear. You both wish to oppose the Prince from his pedigree jewel and since neither of you are refusing to accept what is wise in this case, I will let you both know exactly why royalty is superior to any other family. No one at this point is going to stop be from being the King, the real King of Elite.

( The camera begins to roll, as the image of a familiar face captures the picture in full - Voltage's very own contender: Lannister. Lannister is seated at the head of a table, where pawns and maps are laid out on the table. Lannister studies the table, before looking up intently at the camera - with a grin on his face. )

Lannister: My Kingdom's Come...

( Lannister turns his attention to a pawn colored in Red - which one could guess would symbolize Dynasty forces. He chuckles as he encloses his fist around the small horse pawn, before throwing it across the room. )

Lannister: Bravo, Bravo - lord Senn. You almost turned even Lannister into a believer through your serenade. Lannister will save you the embarrassment as being referred to as Joke Sean for the time being, as Lannister is honored that you wished for Lannister's presence. Lannister knew you would be asking for him in direct manner, but Lannister is sure you've heard the coined phrase - "Be careful what you wish for." Lannister is here - Lannister is present, but Lannister is curious as to why you're so quick to receive such a death note. Not in the mere battlefield that we're accustomed to, but actually a war of words? Perhaps you have received Lannister's previous messages far better than he would imagine - but not well enough for you to leave Lannister's European lands with your head still attached to your body. If you are under the impression that this is Lannister's first gasp - then you are more of a fool than your impressions leave off. Lannister is just getting started, after all. If you were looking for a knighted joust, than Lannister is afraid you are in for more than you had bargained for. When you play the clash of kings - you deserve no middle ground. There is no redemption arc, or a branded horizon for you to cast upon later. This is your one lone chance to best Lannister, and you surely aren't winning that battle thus far. Lannister is anticipating this long drawn-out war. The armies have been levied, the march is on. The attack is coming right for you and your doorstep. Lannister will not sit idle, waiting for you to finally muster up enough courage to face him to-to-toe. There is a crown to be won, with only one contender taking the challenge seriously.

But when will make you you come to learn, Lord Senn - that Lannister is not letting up on this relentless attack. Lannister is coming in like a freight train - or an army marching in the thousands. One way or the other - Lannister is breaking through. Your words, your cliches, your fables - are no match for what's breaking through that door. Your flawed reasoning, your delusioned spirit is not enough of a fortress to calm this wage of warfare.

Throw your words Lannister's way - Jacob Senn. Go right ahead. Lannister will match them, just so you couldn't use them as an excuse. Lannister wants to show you a little mercy - and break down your confidence, long before the famine and starvation of your illogical reasoning's catch up to you and your cause. Lannister will be the reasoning behind your down fall - not a natural course of life that happens when denial hits you square in the face. No, no - Lannister suffocate you out, instead. Lannister will sound you out. Lannister has barely even scratched the surface with you yet. You cannot run away from Lannister, like you have with all your other problems that you have come to pass. You consider yourself a conqueror - I consider you a runner. You think you can run from - or even hold back - what's to come? Think again - my Lord. It's hard to stop what you cannot see. This world often times seals its own fate - and you are no parting exception. The flood gates have been opened, and your name shall not be writ in water. There is no need for an ark here, as this damn will eventually collapse upon itself. You, and your pretensions claim, are left with no place to gasp for air. It's just a shame that your self-centered ideals has let to a series of unfortunate events.

When Lannister sent out his letter - he left everyone, including yourself, a warning. But sadly enough, Lannister's words only fell upon your deaf ears and a numbed view. Now Lannister comes for your dead excuse of a broken future. It only required exposing that worm that lies inside - oh, Lord Senn, how Lannister does have a sense of pity for you. You, as Lannister's sweet Cerci referenced before - are a man tortured by words of reason. You came onto my lands, believing you had nothing to lose - and only that a crown to gain. You wish to talk about simplistic views, but Senn, I'm afraid the flawed intent is troubled with you. You are about to lose everything you've striven for, for you dare tread this lion in his keepsake. If only you had taken off this disguise of being something you are not, and left the bags of tricks and county-claims of "Conqueror" at home. Now it is up to Lannister to make an example out of you, as he gets to play murder. Your head is being called upon, and Lannister will not let this battle end without having it on a spike. Lannister is going to expose you for what you are, a fraud of men. You, Jacob Senn, the one that reeks of rejection - will not be spared from Lannister's torment and rage.

Ceri has the right of things - you have wronged Lannister. You have even tried to belittle him - but perhaps there should be an emphasis on the word try. There is a nightmare coming, Lord Paramount Senn. A flock that's about to break - and break away from the chains of your past sins. Triumph has its many faces, but only one will decide - and that will hardly be told by Jacob Senn's fractured intent. Just the question is, do you want Lannister leaving you hanging by a thread, or swinging from the rope? No need to answer now - we still have an entire week of this fun. But until that time, and as these waiting moments hang in the balance - Lannister would like to say you continue to leave little room for surprise. You surely don't disappoint the means of expectation, clinging to your EAW Championship reign, as if you are too lewd a man to have credit be taken from. Lannister is unsure if you're incapable of handling the static shock that Lannister played every key role in your EAW Championship reign - but that will just need to be a harbored illusion left unpunished. But Lannister can at least question it right now, can he not? You feel as if the fault was with Lannister - and perhaps there is some truth to that. But all the blame comes to the end, where Lannister made a split decision not to pay your debt, and help you retain that EAW Championship. Because you haven't proven to be worthy of a piece of gold, surely not that on Lannister's home turf. Your actions that proceeded only made Lannister's cause just - as you took your shame elsewhere - and hid behind the rock known as Dynasty.

You deem Lannister replaceable, just the common mercenary that you can pluck off the street. If that is to be so - then why is it that Lannister is the one you called? See - you lie to yourself once more. Diminishing the value of another, to enhance your own. Lannister sees through your shades, Lord Paramount Senn - Lannister just wishes you would stop shedding them in layers. Whatever remaining gutless delusion you have left - Lannister would suggest to stop force feeding yourself. Because it's obviously made you immune to the facts at hand. But carnage has a way of speaking louder than words, Lannister just hopes you are able to take what comes your way. Lannister has many of ways to break men and women down alike - it's not as black-and-white as you make it out to be, Lord of Dynasty. Lannister is not exclusive in this Elite business, as you made reference to. Lannister is not even in the Extreme business. Lannister is in the Chaos business - the substance in which humanity finally learns what it means to sink. Chaos are the ideals that House Lannister is prided upon - how nice of you to play tribute to such a cause. You can create any crazy, hypothetical scenario in your head - but it will only be your suffering, in which you have finally witnessed Lannister's Chaos.

Perhaps one day the anthem of the underdog will be heard, and perhaps on that day an inferior claim on the kingdom of EAW can be seen as just - but today, is not that day. You are simply last year's nest in which the bird has flown. This gust of wind, these words of yours, aren't leading you to the promised land. It's only standing you idle, as you get swept away by the winds and floods of greed. Greed has gotten the best of you - Lannister is greedy himself, but that is neither here or there. Your grassroots have failed you, Lord Senn. Your leaves have lost their color, the branches crashing to the pavement of the ground. Your entire ecosystem is about to turn upon itself. You are in for some troubling times, and some troubling despair.

And all you had to do - the simplest thing you had to do - was answer Lannister's Call for Arms. But well...

Some mistakes... you never stop paying for. And Lannister's price... pays the best.

( The camera pans out from Lannister's close-up as he leaves the scene looking as confident as ever, as kingly as ever. The camera surveys over the map laid out on the table - emphasizing Athens, Greece, circled in red, time and time again - before the camera fades to black. )

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

( The camera begins to roll, as the scene begins to take place, as images begin to fluster into one, creating one whole. The room is catered with book shelf after book shelf, suffocating the room even with its mundane scenery. Then suddenly, a woman dressed in all red, with beautiful, blonde hair centers herself into the picture - Lannister's very own: Cerci. )

Cerci: I am afraid that Lannister is quite busy handling with his fellow lords and lieges - and can't speak out against his competitors at this time. But make no remark - for he got your raven earlier today, Jacob Senn. He wasn't impressed - but he admires your courage. But sadly - it's going to take more than courage to combat the Angel of Debt. It was quite admirable - and one could even confuse it with showcasing a good deed. But the good does not wash out the bad, nor the bad act the good, Lord Paramount Senn. Each should have its own reward - and you'll have it in full. That is Lannister's very own promise - but he is glad that you have joined the fray, once and for all.

Lannister has long been awaiting for your response, in the truth of things. And you, Lord Paramount Senn, surely do not disappoint. But let Lannister send you a message - and one that doesn't take hours to muster up - may I add. For time is key to a kingly figure, and it is forever being a wasted with your reluctance and pity. But time is not the only intangible you've been wasting - has it been Lord Paramount Senn? You have had to leave yourself breathless, believing the feast of words you had just consumed at your own dinner table. How House Lannister should have known - you would be the one left shattered with Lannister's declaration for the kingdom of EAW. You are a fragile mind, Lord Senn - one that often relies on the quantity of his words to get his message across. So it is safe to say that I was long awaiting your lengthy tirade - for nature always runs its course.

But Lannister did not expect this underlying tone, the one that rings out your ear. Perhaps this is an act of pure desperation, which Lannister can come fully to understand, if he were to look from your eyes of perception. Jacob Senn is a man on a mission, questing for a crown that simply is not his. This usurper has made his intentions far more apparent than what has needed to be - but that is a deal he'll just have to strike with Lannister when that bell comes to toll. The man must be desperate for something, if he is willing to trespass on Lannister's main land. I just didn't take you as a dead man, Lord Paramount Senn. I definitely don't take you as a poet - no matter how hard you try to pluck that into your arsenal. I loved the way you clung to the whispers and your surroundings - but hardly are you to be confused with an intelligent man. You are a warrior - nothing more, nothing less. But you have come across some fool's gold - and brought yourself from rags to riches with it. If only this fools gold had any merit behind it. If only. Perhaps in another world - but not in Lannister's Kingdom. You can refer Lannister as not being some Game of Thrones character - but if we're breaking out the script - why is it that you quit speaking when you knew your championship reign was ending near? Oh, I forgot - that's taboo to claim, but then again - all is fair in love and war. You'll understand - especially with the truth behind my words. You definitely are no saint, as referenced. This is just what happens when you tread on the lion. You end up with the claws, and they sure do leave a mark. Just like Lannister has left a mark on your legacy - altered it off course - and your words are only trying to play damage control.

But Jacob Senn, I warn you to save your breath - because your encounter with Lannister will serve as your last. Your words are without merit, and your claim left worthless. What you say, can and WILL hurt you in this trial of war. Perhaps it is my duty, as Sebastian's lady, to dispute this claim of yours. You call yourself a conqueror - and it may be true you have taken the Dynasty Kingdom by storm. But what makes you think that your claim on a foreign land, can widespread to that of Lannister's own? Especially when, you were exiled from the land of Voltage, Sebastian Lannister's home country, in the name of being... well, conquered. And you left without leaving a thank you note, a appreciation left to be known - to the man that did in fact win you that EAW Championship accolade that you hold, ever so dear. But perhaps you forget to mention this part, in your little tirade - because you sure do spin an interesting story. It's just a shame that all these people that are being given a harbored truth, have followed a sheltered man. For you see, Lannister and I do not lie to the commoners. So when I say Lannister's claim is superior to yours - why, let's look at the underlying truth - something you can't hold to bare. You have been subjected to Lannister's will, for all this time. Lannister is the reason you won that EAW Championship against Brian Daniels, when you ever so calculatedly asked my Sebastian to injure Mr. Daniels. And Lannister is the reason you lost it - as he stood there, while Jamie O'Hara pinned you - because your pride wished to not have Lannister get involved. Once more, a defining example of the fools gold you tend to have yourself believe.

But what a silly man, with poor intentions that proved for you to be. You couldn't win the EAW Championship without Lannister's help. And you couldn't KEEP it without Lannister's help. So why is it that it is Jacob Senn, that is the "Fabled Conqueror." By right of decree, shouldn't that actually be, Voltage's very own... Lannister? But as Lannister alluded to in his letter to the lords of EAW - You should keep that nickname, Jacob Senn. It fits you quite well. You are not a conqueror - but you are in fact a fable. Never has there been a man more impressed with his own self-acclimation - when it adds no prestige whatsoever. You're not a conqueror - because a conqueror takes the world by storm on his lone self. Tell me Jacob Senn - of your months of reigning as EAW World Champion - how many title defenses were without the help of another? Why - that would be - zero. Just like your worth - zero. Just like your pride - zero. Just like your claim - zero. You are a man full of zeros, but with no actual number figure in front of it. The only number you have is 1 - 1 EAW Championship. But Lannister let you keep it, and lose it, at the power of his own very well. So really, it's the one long figure you have - with an asterisk along side. It's just one of your many fables you tell yourself - to convince yourself of your own net value. But at the end of the day - when push comes to shove. You, your value - is nothing but an inferior cliche. You can keep your nickname, the "Fabled Conqueror." It suits you well. How crushing to your ego it must be, to be referenced as a lie - and to know it is you, that continues to drive that nickname home. But you must have learned to love your career being a lie, how else could your nature be explained.

Jacob Senn loves to live within his own fables. This is a man with a gunshot mindframe, but a stench of a victim. I've never seen such a false hope, decorated with a prettier disguise. It is quite alarming in fact - seeing Mr. Senn taunt away to his foes - to his vassals even. He raves, believes everything he ever told them. But he's in for a rude awakening on the battle field if he believes to be a threat. If history hasn't taught the man a lesson - perhaps power of will will serve as nature's course. You are no threat, Lord Paramount Senn. You're definitely no threat to House Lannister. You are just another man with a claim. You've become a man tortured by the words of reason. You can hide behind your legends for now, and replace the truths with battle-cries. But that just leaves you as a man folded within his very own lie, living for something intangible that just won't come. You must tread lightly, Lord Paramount Senn. There is a future on the horizon, and it is not filled with wines and dines, crowns and coronations. It is filled with doubt - no matter how much you embellish this perception you have created. No matter how much you overcompensate for what you cannot provide. No matter what confidence you muster up - it will turn to dust when your cowardly ways reckon in full force.

You have made it a personal oath - to claim this Elite Answers Wrestling kingdom. You intend on keeping your word. But once the blood has been shed, once the bones have been separated from skin, once limb after limb has been broken - will you be able to keep your oath then? This hope and confidence of yours is sure to bleed out in due time. This is by no means personal, Lord Paramount Senn - but you are teetering on foreign territory and the lion does not like that you are attempting to cut down his jungle. Do not tread the lion, I don't know how many times I've had to make this clear. You will no doubt be fractured from my words - a woman's. But what happens when Lannister gets his hands on you - what happens then, Jacob Senn? Not only will your fabled dream come to an end - but so will the days that you are considered a conqueror. You are entering into a deep and dark path, where the only out-route is the one where you answer for your traitorous crimes. Lannister was loyal to you and your cause - but that was deemed not good enough. So don't take it personal, for when you are crying for a second chance - a second claim for the crown, that you are denied by the one they call the Angel of Debt.

It's about time the ghost of your past failures come circling back at you, Lord Paramount Senn. I'm running low on secrets that will soon quench your thirsty ears - but know this. No mercy is to be shown, especially after this blatant disrespect you have shown to Lannister these past few months. He won you your EAW Championship. He took it away. And he'll take away whatever is left of your claim. Your pride. Your dignity.

I'd say House Lannister sends their regards... but well, I wouldn't want you to run from another defeat - like you did at Road to Redemption. This kingdom never forgets, Jacob Senn. You were not worthy to bare that EAW Championship... so what makes you think you're worthy of the King of Elite?

This lady has spoken. Lannister has spoken. With merit. Something you don't have. My lion likes to refer you as "Joke Sean" and I've become quite impressed with his ability to paint the perfect picture. But he'll paint that picture again - at King of Elite - this time, with gloomy colors. And your skin and bones gets to be what he paints with.

( Cerci captures the picture with your big grin, as if she were to be mocking Jacob Senn. The camera slowly begins to fade out, as the picture lays witness to the fortress that Lannister calls home. The camera finally fades to black - but not before the color of red drowns the picture out. )

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

King Of Extreme promo


Control.

Assess.

Control.

Assess.

Control. Control. Control.

I control you. I rule over you. My every move alters the fate of Elite Answers Wrestling. You are all subordinate to my whims and my desires. You can hope and dream for something other to occur, but my word is gospel, and I am your God.

I know you're tired of hearing me say that. God. God God God. Gomer Oz Dabar, Gomer Oz Dabar. Wisdom, Strength, Beauty.  I know you're tired of hearing me spew out this doctrine of the Ajna, the 6th Chakra, the Universe behind every eye that you can only enter through your mind. I know you're sick and you're tired of hearing me go on about being the sun in the sky, the Eye in the Sky, the maker of rules... I know you're tired of me being the World Heavyweight Champion. But until you step into the ring with me and take matters into your own hands... until you have the gall to step in the ring and box with God, you have no right to question God. It might sound like gibberish, it might come off as psycho-babble... but is it?? Is it psycho-babble when everything I've said comes into fruition??? Is it???? See what's most amusing about being God is people have a hard time fathoming that I exist. It takes real guts to come and find out for yourself. But you know how most people end up finding God? Through death. And nobody wants to die. So while most people like Jacob Senn, for instance, have the nerve to verbally attack me every chance he gets, he's yet to come at God. Because he's too afraid of me, but not me as my presence, me my consequence. Death. Men like him represent those who oppose me... they resemble the militant atheist who swears up and down I don't exist, while he invests his life savings into anti-aging agents and Alchemy and the possibility of the Singularity and scientific expansion. They make desperate attempts at clinging to their pathetic, shitty, lowly, paranoid existence. There are many Jacob Senn-like people in this world who are so bold and brave in their pursuit, but when conquest is merely a fingertip away, they let it slip. In reality they never had a chance in the first place. It's because they are being controlled and manipulated by a puppeteer every day who laughs as these underling PIECES OF DUST and CLAY and SHIT declare their sovereignty over a world that isn't there's! LAUGHABLE! Like the--like the term "King Of Elite". LAUGHABLE! There's not even a need for a King Of Elite event! As long as I exist, I am the King Of Elite. As long as I walk around with Mikado Sekaiichi's crown on my head and the World Heavyweight title around my waist, no one rules over me!! 

But there is one man who can change that. There is one man who can change EAW as it is forever, and he gets his opportunity to do it at King Of Elite. He's not just a man, he's one of the best wrestlers I've ever stepped into the ring with in terms of pure level of skill. He's a man I once mentored, a man I once hated, a man I once loved, a man I now respect. His name is Tyler Parker. But "respect" is a subjective term when it comes to my take on Tyler Parker, because there's a blurred line between respect and fear. For me, that line becomes a fine line being how there's not even an inch of fear in my heart that I will lose my World Championship this weekend. There's not even a sliver of doubt that my conquest continues throughout this year and spans as many months, even years as I see fit. However, for a moment, that doubt crept into my head at Road To Redemption and I can fully admit to it. I admit I had no idea what's to come, because nobody came harder at me in a world title match in my entire reign than Tyler did. However, I had no reason to doubt myself and I proved it by leaving that match as Champion. Therefore I have no reason to fear Tyler Parker or even consider any possibility other than retaining my World Title. In reality, this match has nothing to do with title implications. That's in the back of my mind. This match, to me, and the reason why I made this match is because I want to enter that room again, Tyler. That dark room beyond the realm... I want to go there, I want to enter that world again with you Tyler and I want to do it on an equal playing field. I don't want Chambers, I don't want other participants, I don't want interference's or fatigue or anything getting in the way of the ultimate test of will and strength and fortitude that only we can provide each other. Every time you step into that ring with me, you bring something new. I know this weekend will be no different, and what kind of God would I be to cower away from you and hide and pretend someone like you doesn't exist on the Dynasty Roster? How could I exalt myself then?? How could I call myself a Champion then?? I wouldn't be fit to.

There's integrity behind being a true Champion, and coming from a "snake" like me, "integrity" might be a strange way to put it. However, for lack of a better term that's what this boils down to. In fact, that's what it always boiled down to. No matter what I did to obtain success, no matter how underhanded my tactics were I still proved I was more than worthy of my success by how hard I fought to keep it. I PROVED I was worthy of my riches every time. I was willing to put everything I've ever had on the line on a moments notice, because to be where I am is to be the ultimate mixture of wisdom and power. I had that quality long before I ever hailed myself as a God, and THAT'S WHY I AM GOD, THAT'S GOD! I hope this paints the right picture and properly portrays what awaits once you step into the ring with me. Your mentor is gone now. Your former foe, the Mr. DEDEDE you've gotten to know for the better part of a decade doesn't exist anymore. What exists is an exalted, perfected version of that... you're in the ring with an idol. You're in the ring with Ali in his prime, you're facing an early 90's Michael Jordan, you're on the ice with Gretzky, you're on the field with Pele. You have the most unique opportunity you could ever have, because you're not just facing an icon. You're going up against me at my very best.

Meanwhile... I'm in the ring... I'm in the ring with the man who was dropped on his head and pinned, cleanly by TLA. I'm in the ring with the man who failed repeatedly against Mstislav. I'm in the ring with the man who hasn't accomplished anything since defeating Y2Impact at Pain For Pride. And this isn't in any way me trying to berate you, because at Road To Redemption you brought a fight like NO OTHER. However, you lost. You were pinned by me, and I walked away like nothing ever happened. What I question more than anything is that clutch gene of yours... it seems to me you just don't have it anymore. Not that I can blame you for losing to me, I can't blame anyone for losing to me. However I can blame you for everything else... I CAN say you've gone soft when a year ago you put me through the ring and pinned me, and went on to win the World Heavyweight Championship on back to back Free-per-views. Only for you to be deceived and whored out by Zack Crash, lose your title to a rookie, fail to win the return match and not even pose the same threat against me that you did a year ago. But perhaps I'm a part of your problem; I guess when people like me pat you on the back and tell you you're a future Hall of Famer and one of the best to step in the ring, it gets to your head and you end up making me eat those words by being a habitual failure. It's as if for every step you take, you take two steps backwards. It might be best I ignore the steps you take until you get to the finish line. I do know one thing though, this could shape up to be a really disappointing night for you and me both if you can't turn it around and bring me a fight better than you ever had before. 

Especially since this is it. One more round, and this round is like no other. The final round. All things must die, and what we have between us must die. I'm going to put an emphatic end to this. I offer no mercy to you whether you manage to live up to the standards I hold you to or you crash and burn in pursuit. There's two ways Tyler... the painful, dreadful inferno or the valiant fight under the bright lights in a sold out stadium. Are you going to humiliate yourself when I end any aspiration you have of being World Champion again? Or are you going to make good on your opportunity and at least come close to doing the unthinkable? In that aspect, the ball is entirely in your court. 

Last chance.