You're funny. A little too funny. Maybe no one was laughing and pointing at you because you're a joke but because you're a comedian because you really are. Some of what you had to say is just so damn comical to me. It's more comical that you're making fun of me. I don't think the ass kicking you're getting this Sunday is going to be any fun... for you, that is. Nothing I do to you is going to be fun because if you're just going to sit there and throw that at me, then you're going to get more than just an ass kicking. You're going to have it much worse than that. Because if you really want me to bring extreme to our match this Sunday, then I'm going to give you extreme. I don't care if the extreme in this company was taken out for elite, I'm still a Goddamn extremist and that isn't going to change. This is still Extreme Answers Wrestling to me and you want to know something, TLA? I sure do miss it. I miss going all out. I miss hearing my bones crack. I miss it all too much but I won't have to miss it any longer because if I have to be extreme to keep you down, then so be it. I'm going to be extreme and I'm going to be more extreme that you would have asked for. So if I were you, TLA? I'd be taking this match a bit more seriously or else you're going to wish you never messed with me. Like I said before, these aren't senseless threats, I'm going to do whatever it takes to win this match because I know you will too. Though I won't have to resort to cheating to get it like you seem to be planning. If that's what you're going to do, if that's your game plan heading into this Sunday, then it's going to be foiled real quick. Your so-called plan isn't going to do you any good. All it's going to do is get your hurt and for as much as you like to put up a front, pretend to be some badass as you say, you know that I'm not joking. You know that I'm being dead serious and you know, TLA, you just don't have the cojónes to beat me.

I'm not going to say that you can't beat me and I'm not going to even say you won't beat me. You were close, so close, to beating Jacob Senn last week and that's saying something. You almost had him, you gave him your all but it just wasn't enough and TLA, if your all isn't enough for him, then it certainly isn't going to be enough for me. I know you said how your best last week isn't your best this week and that's fine. That's totally fine but one thing is for sure --- your best isn't even close to mine. So while you may be bringing your best against me this Sunday, I'm bringing you MY best and at my best? I'm UNBEATABLE. What we have between us doesn't compare to anything else before seen here in EAW. Lets be honest, this? This is nothing. You and I have no hatred for each other. Didn't you tell me how much you liked me? And I told you how much I liked you. I even complimented you, I said you were funny but it's hilarious that you think that this rivalry is unlike any other. This isn't some rivalry. This is just two men, two extremists, looking to prove themselves and willing to do so no matter what. No matter what it takes, no matter what we have to do, no matter if you and I have to tear each other limb from limb in order for one of us to win. That's how it's going to be this Sunday because you and I aren't holding back and that's what the fans here in Mexico have paid their hard earned money for. That's what they're going to get when it comes down to this match. It's your country, TLA, but the ring is mine and you're going to know that as soon as the bell rings. I told you it's my classroom and as you've taken it literally, it's going to be literal in the sense that you're going to fail under my teachings. You're going to fail HARDER than you did when you were in your freshman year of high school, you're going to fail HARDER than you did when you couldn't get here and you're going to fail JUST AS HARD as you will when you disappoint your entire family.

While this may be personal for you, this is just business for me and as I've said time and time again, I have an undeniable love and passion for this business. So with that said, I'm focused and I'm prepared for this match. You say you respect me and even though I appreciate it, TLA, that doesn't mean I respect you just yet. I told The Nas last week that although he has respect for me, I didn't have respect for him. My respect isn't handed out to just anyone. My respect is earned. My respect isn't easy to have and I'm comfortable with saying that there's only a small few who has my respect. Among the new breed? Aren Mstislav and Tiberius Jones has my respect. I may not have been in the ring with Tiberius Jones but from what I've seen, he doesn't have to be, there's just something about him that separates him from the rest. Because he has a better understanding of what's going on around here than most new breed. Hell, even than most of those who have been here for a while now. Not to mention, Tiberius Jones is responsible for retiring Kevin Devastation and that hasn't gone unnoticed by me. As for Aren Mstislav? It's pretty self-explanatory from the matches we have had the past few months. If I have had a rivalry with anyone, it was with him and it was one that I can honestly say has made me even stronger than I was before. It was because of that, that Aren Mstislav and I have a mutual respect for each other. You, TLA, are going to have to really be at your very best if you want to earn my respect. Though you might not care to because of your attitude, it's advised not to get on my bad side. As of right now, you're neither on my bad side or my good side. Because if you do get on it, then you're going to have a hard time getting anywhere. After this Sunday, TLA, the fans here in Mexico aren't going to be celebrating you winning... they're going to be celebrating the end of your career.

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[Our scene opens up to a rather odd scene.  The room is lost in almost perfect darkness, except for a single bulb dangling from a chain that illuminates the room, but only barely.  The room is nothing but a flat metal box, bare of any and all furnishings.  On the floor we see a shivering and fearful looking Psycho Brody.  Just a few feet away from him is a small stool with Mr. Cuddles sitting on top of it.  And pacing back and forth in front of the stool is Dr. Erik Vance.  While he wears his signature professional and polite expression, the stiffness in how he walks betrays his feelings of stress.]
 
Dr. Erik Vance:  I helped you when nobody else could Mr. Brody.  I have done so much for you, because I believed that you were special.  I’ve invested both time and money into developing you into an EAW powerhouse…AND THIS IS THE THANKS I GET!!!
 
[Vance shouts at the top of his lungs, which echoes of the walls of this chamber.  Gone now his is expression of serene professionalism, replaced by a look almost as deranged as his patient usually wears.  Brody shutters and cowers at Vance’s booming voice, yet remains silent for a moment.]
 
Dr. Erik Vance:  Two times Mr. Brody!  Two times you’ve had the opportunity to snatch greatness not only for yourself, but for me as well.  Two times…and you failed both times!  The World Heavyweight Championship…the King Of Elite Tournament…do I even need to explain to you how important and prestigious these things are?!
 
[Brody only shivers in response.]
 
Dr. Erik Vance:  What?!  Got nothing to say?! 
 
[Again, only silence greets Vance’s words.  Taking a moment to compose himself, Vance gives a sigh of resignation, and begins to fumble in his pockets for something.]
 
Dr. Erik Vance:  You’ve really disappointed me lately Mr. Brody.  And you know what happens when you disappoint me don’t you?
 
[At this, Brody finally perks up.  It is clear from the abject horror beneath his mask that he understands fully what happens when Dr. Vance is disappointed.]
 
Psycho Brody:  No Doc!  Please!  I’ll be good!  I promise!
 
Dr. Erik Vance:  Oh I have no doubt about that.  But I still must discipline you Mr. Brody.  Otherwise you’ll never learn.  Bad boys need to be punished.  Just know I do this out of love.  I do this to make you better and stronger Mr. Brody.
 
[From his pocket Dr. Vance pulls out a small assortment of “tools.”  A scissors, a small knife, a leather belt, and a taser.  He lays them neatly on the stool next to Mr. Cuddles.  Vance moves his fingers along the line of these tools with relish.]
 
Dr. Erik Vance:  So…which one shall I use first?
 
[Vance points toward the leather belt.  Tears fall freely from Brody’s swollen eyes]
 
Psycho Brody:  NOOOOOOO!!!  PLEEEEASEEEE!!! 
 
Dr. Erik Vance:  No?  Well how about this then?
 
[Vance moves his fingers to point at the knife.]
 
Dr. Erik Vance:  No.  I think we’ll use this first.
 
[With that, Vance moves to pick up the scissors.  He gives them a few quick cuts along the air, testing the sharpness and the feel in his hands.  Brody reaches out with his hand, but dares not get up from his spot.]
 
Psycho Brody:  You can’t!  You can’t do this!
 
[Vance moves forward toward Brody.  He towers over him and glares down imperiously at him.  Brody raises his hands to shield him from Vance’s torture.  Vance raises the scissors, and with one quick motion…moves back toward Mr. Cuddles and cuts off a bit of his fur.  Brody begins to throw a fit.]
 
Psycho Brody:  WRRRRAAAGGGGHHHHHHH!!!
 
Dr. Erik Vance:  Can you hear him Brody?  Can you hear him cry out in pain?  You did this to him Brody!  You brought this down upon him!
 
[Inside Brody’s head, he hears the voice of Mr. Cuddles speak to him.]
 
Mr. Cuddles:  WHY?!  WHY HAVE YOU DONE THIS TO ME?!
 
Psycho Brody:  I’m so sorry!  Please forgive me!
 
[Vance cuts even more fur off of Mr. Cuddles, and Brody begins to thrash and kick, and even pounds his head against the floor.  He bawls like a child, eventually curling up into a fettle position on the cold, hard floor.]
 
Dr. Erik Vance:  I’m not the one who is doing this to Mr. Cuddles…
 
[Vance picks up the knife and swiftly stabs Mr. Cuddles foot, eliciting another scream from Brody.]
 
Dr. Erik Vance:  …It’s Mr. DEDEDE!!!
 
[Vance removes the knife and picks up the leather belt.  This tool, however, he uses on Mr. Brody.  He rushed over to Mr. Brody and lashes every available space of Brody’s body.  He responds with an odd combination of crying and laughing while trying to shield himself from Vance’s wrath.]
 
Dr. Erik Vance:  He’s the one who is responsible for this!  He is making this happen to you and Mr. Cuddles!  So what are you going to do about that?
 
Psycho Brody :  *mumble*
 
[Vance moves back to the stool and picks up the taser, and uses it to shock Psycho Brody.]
 
Dr. Erik Vance:  I can’t hear you!  I asked what are you going to do about it?
 
Psycho Brody:  hurt him.
 
Dr. Erik Vance:  Louder!
 
Psycho Brody:  Hurt him.
 
Dr. Erik Vance:  LOUDER!!!
 
Psycho Brody:  HURT HIM!!!
 
[At this, Vance ceases his lashing of Brody with the belt and stands calmly above him as Brody breathes heavily.]
 
Dr. Erik Vance:  He called you a slave!  Are you going to take that laying down?
 
[Brody rises from the floor, standing tall and unflinching.]
 
Psycho Brody:  NO!!!
 
Dr. Erik Vance:  No!  Because he is the real slave!  He is a slave to himself!  He is a slave to this image he has built of himself.  Whether or not it is real or justified, it owns him.  It makes up every fabric of his being.  And the moment he can longer maintain it…what will he be?
 
Psycho Brody:  NOTHING!!!
 
[Vance cups his hands behind him and begins circling his patient, while Brody simple stands still, breathing heavily in growing fury.]
 
Dr. Erik Vance:  Exactly!  He may think of himself as a God, and he very well may be all he claims to be.  But all it takes is one push to knock a God of his pedestal.  Being a God means he just has a farther fall and more to lose.  Because once a God becomes merely a man, there is no returning to what he once was.  And you, Mr. Brody, are the one who will remind him of that!  You will remind him that the only true freedom comes from insanity.  And not HIS insanity!  That is the insanity brought upon by blind greed and ambition.  It is false and empty.  The truest freedom comes from YOUR insanity!  The insanity that has no limits to overcome, because they do not exist in your mind!  Others may look upon DEDEDE and see a God to be conquered or an obstacle to be faced, but your mind sees no such thing.  What you see is a–
 
Psycho Brody:  VICTIM!!!
 
Dr. Erik Vance:  Very good!  He thinks its so simple to be crazy.  But there are those who choose to be crazy, and those who crazy chooses them!  Those who decide themselves to be crazy, like so many in EAW, are fools!  Like children they play with a power they have no ability to comprehend because of how their brain works.  But those who crazy chooses them, they are enlightened because they can see past the petty restraints society puts on our thinking.  You are one of the few capable of seeing the world this way Mr. Brody!  And it makes you better and stronger than even the “Godly” Mr. DEDEDE gives you credit for.  So he tries to discredit you, tries to make you look like a fool, and tries to belittle you.  And why?  All because I accompany you to the ring?!  Because I assist you in your endeavors?!  All men require support, including Mr. DEDEDE.  Any man who says otherwise is fooling themselves with their own arrogance.  DEDEDE had parents who raised him, who fed him.  DEDEDE also had teachers and trainers who educated him and taught him.  Their faith in him, and the lessons they taught him are what helped make him the success he is today.  The only difference is DEDEDE isn’t grateful enough to give them any sort of credit.  But you’re a good boy Mr. Brody.  You understand what I have done for you, and you will not shrug me off like DEDEDE has to his friends and family.  It is my support that makes you stronger because I stand with you, while NOBODY stands with DEDEDE.  He has lost not only the faith others have put in him, but his own company as well!  Now tell me…does that sound like a successful man to you Mr. Brody? 
 
[Brody shakes his head vigorously.] 
 
Dr. Erik Vance:  He thinks you’re just a cog.  What DEDEDE doesn’t understand is that any creation can destroy its creator.  A wall can fall down and crush its builder, and a torch and burn its bearer.  Humans have too much vanity to not try and create something as powerful as they are.  In fact, they often end up creating something that is far more powerful than they could ever be.  Sometimes a cog can become the machine itself over time!  You may be just a small part of EAW right now, but that will change over time!  RAGNAROK was just a small cog at first, now look what it has become!  All its members now hold championship gold!  And RAGNAROK was just the first step in your evolution.  Soon you will become so much more.  Soon you will become EAW itself!  And it begins with you defeating DEDEDE.  For it he is “God”, then beating him would make you something greater than a God.  Perhaps a…God Killer!
 
Psycho Brody:  GOD KILLER!!!  GOD KILLER!!!  GOD KILLER!!!
 
Dr. Erik Vance:  Yes!  In Greek myth the God’s were often arrogant and vain, and sometimes they were even punished for their deeds.  Regardless, it proves that Gods are not infallible.  And like even the lowly humans, they must be made to pay for their arrogance.  DEDEDE has denied you your destiny to become World Heavyweight Champion.  And for that, he must be made to pay.  Do you understand?
 
[A slight fog seems to have crept over Brody’s expression.  He looks ahead with a vacant, almost vague look on his face, as if not completely aware of himself.]
 
Psycho Brody:  I…understand!  
 
[With that, Vance places a hand on Brody’s back and guides him out of the room, but not before allowing Psycho Brody to collect Mr. Cuddles and his discarded fur.  Brody hugs Cuddles tightly to his chest as he exits the room.  Vance is the last to leave, pulling the chain on the solitary bulb and then closing the door, throwing the room into perfect blackness.
 

Fade to black.]

Oh, so you’re one of THOSE people, aren’t you Senn? Let me tell to you that the hopeful future king of thieves has seen men like you often in both rugged days and days most bountiful, with lesser men who snagged every dollar from others they could to make ends meet to those who use their big pockets and influence to get political positions, men who would gloat of their prowess in such deeds openly yet any one of them would readily be upset if you called them a thief.

“Don’t use that word!”

It doesn’t even have to be one of those incriminating harsh words, if presented with enough disgust, backhandedness or even from a source that they don’t want to hear it from, you can make certain men deny just about anything about themselves out of shame. Why I predict if I said it in the right way, I could even have you come out here claiming you aren’t a former world champion.

You say you don’t want to be my mentor? Really? Let’s catch up on the notes, in our exchange of words in the past you have said you desire for people like me to sit across from your table and break bread with you looking for guidance, you want to have a legacy of people like me looking up to you and even in your last speech you reaffirmed the fact that you want to give me advice on how to get better. Sounds a lot like a mentor to me, in fact I couldn’t think of a better way to describe it.

Me on the other hand, I’ve never been that type of person, I’ve always known that who you are and most ideals and words could be spun into a positive light if you had the right mindset. It all started very young when I was the fastest player in our basketball games with the best instincts, best reflexes and court awareness, the bigger players who could dunk on offensive and snuff shots on defense who always had problems with me in games would always get angry with me, saying I should play the game right instead of stealing the ball when they made weak passes or handled the ball poorly while they sluggishly ran across the court. I figured if a negative term like “steals” could be attributed to being such a crucial part of a great game, being a thief could be in its own way a great moniker and style of play to be had. Now instead of stealing from sluggish and uncreative players on the court, I snatch away victories and crowns from people who are uncreative and sluggish in the brain, on this mic andor in that ring, people like you Jacob considering your both in the first two, and just uncreative in that squared circle for the third. Don’t talk to me like you represent going against the grain more than I do when you don’t even have the conviction to stick with being what you are trying to be when called out for it, backing down from your mentor crap just because the so called “child” said mentors aren’t needed. Don’t talk to me about going against the grain when I without a damn paddle up shit creek fought against abusive forces like GM Cleopatra and her chosen one Christopher Corrupt and then fought with GM Kevin Devastation, when you with a large influential name in this company as “Jacob Senn the undisputed world champion, with AWF and EAW championships combined” struggled to decide just how long he’d take handouts from Crash, Lannister and Brody before doing something major about it. If I feared going against the grain, wouldn’t it just be easier for me to have taken Kevin Devastation’s deal to make me a success and be his partner in crime? Wouldn’t it be easier for me play along with you? I don’t do any of these things precisely because nothing will ever be more important than standing for my own conviction, despite what resistance there could be.

Yeah there were a lot of water cooler stuff about you being obsessed with Crash that I heard, but it doesn’t make me mindless for getting on you about it if I waited after multiple speeches about Crash you’ve made in our encounter and your debut on Dynasty, it means I made a deduction after the evidence proved to me the allegations were true, you may hate to admit it but Crash has been imprinted in your mind. My respect and knowledge for people like Mr.DEDEDE and Tyler Parker aren’t just based on hearsay either, I don’t need to hear things backstage, there are things called archive videos, why wouldn’t a man who loved wrestling and was training to be a wrestler not watch EAW?  Not to mention my journey, I spent a few couple years putting up the ring guys like them tore down, I spent some of my nights FILMING guys like them, and you, putting on classics in the ring while I dreamed to one day get my own chance to go from mere backstage nobody to performing on the big stage like the rest of you. I never stated you didn’t have a rematch clause, I questioned how it could be expected I would know for certain it would be applicable to another world title after a brand change against a champion who has a contract that makes the title scene murky, how would I know you could decide to face TLA like you had a god contract and how would I randomly know you’d have had your rematch clause removed because of being in KOE like rematch clauses have this distinct time limit from a former champion saying anything, for me to assume all that would be huge leaps. Unlike you, I don’t jump to random conclusions. You randomly assume me to be some boy scout, but I’m not the one who makes sure he is caught on tape doing our Make a Wish Foundation campaigns and I’m not the one who gets offended as soon as his character is put into question. I’ve never heard of a boy scout who spits mist into people’s faces or calls himself a thief, but I don’t really mind what you call me as long as I am comfortable with myself. I’m a fun loving pickpocket, the son to be king of thieves who rules over the kingdom of the mist with the nicest fro in the game and a smile that makes all the girls swoon, not to mention the man who entertains himself and the fans at large by stabbing daggers into likes of Kevin Devastation, RAGNAROK trash and Christopher Corrupt. You want to make promises, YOU WANT TO TELL ME AN OATH?! You’re only giving me more pearls to snatch away from your collection, what greater thing is there to take away from a man like you than that false sense of security you have that tells you that you are a man capable of living up to your word?

It’s the things that people are so sure of and think so untouchable, that are the most worth stealing, you won’t be leaving my fog with the power of your word still intact.

Sorry that it is a tad bit late but I had to do the coloring for it and it took way to long on my laptop.


::The scene opens up to Jordan Ciserano in Hollywood on the “Walk of Fame” going past many of our favorite music stars and actors. The camera goes along for quite some time until it stops in front of a blank star, as it pans it a pair of black wrestling boots approach the star. The camera pans up and it is none other than a smirking Jordan Ciserano with his wrestling tights and aviator sunglasses on. He moves his tongue around his cheek finding a toothpick sticking it out of his now open mouth. He cracks his neck around and begins to speak.::
 
Hello everybody… did you miss me? Before you try to answer that rhetorical question let me answer it for you. I know you did. Yes it has been a couple weeks since you have seen the like of me in EAW because of myself missing out on the European tour over to St. Petersburg due to… complications that I may get to later, but all that matters is that I am here now! And let me tell you something, when those complications sprang up I was on a losing streak of sorts, now that I am back and feeling better than ever I am on a new mission to prove that I really am a star.
 
::Jordan points down at the blank red star with no name on it, just an empty stone. Jordan crouches down to the stone with a disappointed look on his face knowing that he can reach the likes of the people on them. Jordan takes off his sunglasses and places it on the stone.::
 
You see, for this new mission of proving that I am a star and that I am one of the best in this company day in… or how it has been day out. I have done nothing for the past week but train, and train, play some Mortal Kombat, and train to get my body toned and ready for my upcoming match. One which can very well decide how I do in EAW from now on. And this time I will not be alone
 
::Jordan shakes his head in question over what he may say next. He strokes his imaginary mustache and pulls out another pair of sunglasses from his jeans shading himself from the sun for he is a bright enough star on his own. He looks up in wonder than back down re-focusing and getting ready for his new words.::
 
If you have checked the card for EAW you will see that I am with a well-known man in this company simply named Caliban, a swift flying-death defying man that is willing to do anything and I mean ANYTHING to get the win in the ring as he has shown so many times before. With that and with him being one of my best mates for a very very long time, I see that he is the man to help me take my game to the next level.
 
::Jordan throws up an over animated thumbs-up toward the camera with a big cartoony smile trying to emphasize that he made the right decision. The sun that blinded Jordan goes behind a tall brick building so he takes his sunglasses and punts them away.::
 
With Caliban at my side and my trained body and Kombat (or Combat) skills up to key I am ready to face our opponents “Quality Control” a name so ironic that I couldn’t possibly make it up myself. You see Quality Control is made up of Lochlan Rossdale & Sephiroth two “wrestlers” who are jobbers in disguise. I know that these guys think that we have no chance against them but I think quite the contrary. You know why? Caliban and I have known each other for a very long time meaning that we have built up the chemistry needed to pull of anything that we need, from a double-dropkick to a Doom’s Day Device. We know each other so well that we couldn’t possible face one another and have one of us win. Like trench warfare it would end in a draw due to the counters we pull. And if we know each other that well  I do not see a slim chance of Lochlan Rossdale & Sephiroth winning this match.
 
::Jordan thinks about Lochlan Rossdale & Sephiroth’s hands being raised and he just laughs. Jordan shakes out his body trying to get that “humor” away as he continues his rave.::
 
I know it isn’t that simple, nothing really is so I have made sure that Caliban and I are mentally prepared just incase they get a hit or two off on us. I have sat down with him and meditated over what must be done… flips, kicks, and fatalities (pin falls). We have gotten so strong with our minds we could probably think our way through this match with no problem like a freaky member of the X-Men, but instead we would like to use our hands and feet to beat the living hell out of these two.


::Jordan points to his mind and twists his neck around trying to make a freaky animation. Once he reaches the limit with his neck he brings it back up and shakes it around, helping his meditated head out. Smiling again with his bright white teeth he continues.::
 
In fact I  can’t wait to see them try to hit us, and seeing them flounder in the middle of the ring (Magickarp style) because we know what is coming. And once you know that there is no way that they can beat us.
 
Also just to mention, Caliban and I have one simple goal in mind… a motivation of sorts and that is to simply win! We want to go through EAW and WIN! We want to get to the top, all the way to the stars in this company gaining sweet gold. And we have the motivation to do it, for we are not just doing this for ourselves, but to prove the suits wrong… and to show the fans that they are right in knowing that we are the future champions and hell we can’t disappoint.


::Jordan shrugs.::
 
With that in mind it is time for a new era in the tag division with Caliban and I or how we would like to call it DEATH BY VELOCITY! Because just like a speeding car down a hill, you won’t see it coming and when you get hit you won’t have time to feel it before you are dead. Lochlan Rossdale & Sephiroth best of luck mates… try not to fall too hard out there.

 
::Jordan smiles and bends over yet again to look at the Hollywood star. This time he touches it am smiles knowing that he will be back once he wins gold becoming the star he know he can be. He stands up and walks away as the camera pans down to the downed sunglasses on the star, as it pans to black.::

Ah, Lannister supposes it is time for he to longer leave you hanging by a thread. Perhaps it is Lannister's fault, by a case of flattery, clinging to the idea that you, too, are a mountain. Or perhaps it was Lannister's sportsmanship, trying to say there is no ill-nature between you and he. But nonetheless, Jamie O of Hara, the showcase of flattery will stop, Lannister promises. For the mind games just aren't fun anymore, as in your last tape, it came apparent that Lannister stripped you and your words of all meaning. You've been gagged by the man that defines judgment. Jamie O of Hara has become a byproduct of the "What if" system, and a shuttered case of "Close, but no cigar". But there is a shimmer of hope left in this man that Lannister likes to call "Jamie O". A feeling that Jamie O can't shake - can't control, and by Lannister's eyes and ears, have been deemed as a deadly wish. This... hope of yours.

This is your blind salvation, your false sense of security. Often times, truth is buried by damnination. And all those lies, all those false aspirations, are often times much more deadly than the prey. You can scout, you can do all as you like for pre-match preparation... but at the end of the day, you're still fighting your inner-demons. You need to be fighting Lannister, but that... sadly, is not of your mindset. How is it, Jamie O, to know that every time you throw a punch, you wonder if it's enough to knock Lannister off his rather, rather than pondering what to do next? That is a loser's mentality, and just putting Lannister one step closer to the winner's circle. But make no matter, Lannister will continue yourself to harbor such an illusion that we're on par. Continue to belief, hope is what this world is aspired upon. But hope can haunt, hope can mislead. And you, Lannister's friend, are being mislead... by yourself.

So allow Lannister to carve this message into your skull tomorrow night, as a nightly reminder of what happens when you step too close to edge. Of what happens when ambition leads you astray. When... you think you can trespass on Lannister's square. But Lannister cannot deny, he finds you very, very FUN. Your hypocrisy is just so sincere, telling Lannister he should not see you as a threat, yet turn around and claim Lannister is exaggerating his own value. What is up, and what is down, Jamie O? But delusion breeds false impressions, so Lannister won't feed deeper into this feeding frenzy. No, no... Lannister will give you everything you deserve: A match. And nothing more. The end result is going to leave you dejected, but just be glad you were able to lift off at all. You can claim all you want, Jamie O, that you cannot... you will not let Lannister beat you. But who are you, to claim you have the final say? LANNISTER DOES - Not because who he is... but what he does. Lannister is the Angel of Debt because of what he has done to numerous men and women over the years, not because his name is Lannister. Lannister is labeled as the Star of the Mourning, not because of who he is... but because of the injuries suffered to those who stood in Lannister's path. Lannister has beaten you twice, not because his name is Lannister... but because, HE DOMINATES YOU. So when Lannister wins the Kingdom of Voltage... it's not because of who he is... it's because he simply proved, to be better than you in every facet of the game. Psychologically. Physically. Brutality.

Lannister would think, you Jamie O of Hara, would know better than most of what Lannister does inside that ring. But it seems as if Lannister has to do more in order to impress. Lawful impressions are never Lannister's motivations, but perhaps it will be a nice bonus to add to my claim of Voltage. Or maybe, just maybe, that bonus will to see you finally lose your faith. Are you a religious man, O of Hara? If you are, Lannister mightily suggests you to meet your maker, and find a new being to focus your prayers upon. Because when Lannister takes the opportunity of King of Elite from you, like he did the EAW Championship, Lannister would rather you not place the blame on some spiritual being. No, Lannister wants you to look into the eyes of Lannister himself, and come to realize, that 'this man right here, is to blame as to why I am nothing more than just another name.' Because that is what you are, Jamie O of Hara. Another name. You poise a threat to Lannister this week, yes, but time is such a relative subject. Long-term, you are just another man in the back. You serve as no real threat to Lannister... but if Lannister were to look at it from your shoes, why... Lannister is an obstacle course you can never get through. Look at you now, Jamie O of Hara. New Breed Champion and all. Many would label that as fine success, no? Yet, here you are... still with the doubt in the back of your mind, that if push came to shove, would you ever defend that championship against Lannister?

And as you so politely referred to before... if you win the Grand Rampage, would you be able to turn the opportunity to championship gold if Lannister was par on course? You see, no matter the situation, Lannister is your nemesis. Lannister is your enemy. Lannister... is in your head... your one true and only threat. So perhaps this week may serve as poetic justice, a microcosm of our time here in the Answers of Elite Wrestling. Lannister is sorry if that leaves you in a sense of rejection, but just know Jamie O of Hara, nothing is ever fair. Call that cliche, call it what you will, but that is ever so true in Lannister's home of Voltage. Lannister actually comes to appreciate that fact more so, knowing you absolutely loathe everything Lannister has going for him.

Lannister is everything you resent, isn't he? The man with unspeakable, unparalleled physical gifts. Lannister can only try his absolute best not to offend, but there is just this urge to not pretend. Every inch you claw for, you scratch for in this business, is a step process that Lannister was able to skip. So in a sense, you can say, Lannister is a scar that you simply cannot itch, you cannot scratch... because Lannister himself is a memory of everything you can't be. This isn't a parallel universe, Lannister's friend. How could you be so naive to assume as much? "I will not... I cannot..." You've become an unconditional whore, playing co-star to this facade of Lannister's lead role. You only go as far as Lannister wants you to, Jamie O of Hara. This is the blessing and curse you will just have to come to know, everytime you face Lannister in this squared-circle.

Lannister is the butterfly in your stomach, yet the rope around your neck. Lannister is your daunting foe, but the man you aspire to be. Lannister is everything you hate, Jamie O of Hara. Yet, he's everything you want. Lannister has already spoken as to why you are the man he resents... but what about why you love Lannister?

It's because, you know, deep down... that Lannister is the epitome of what a leader should like, in and outside of that ring. You know Lannister brings the best out of you, even if it is on a losing effort. Lannister is the sonic, fresh salvation, to a company of stars that would rather care about shoe endorsements than in-ring execution. Lannister is the King you want... but the one you know you can't have. But Lannister challenges you to stop pretending, for this is more than just a fable. Lannister, himself, is more than just a legend you hear about. At some point Jamie O of Hara, your inner demons will have to stop shining through your insecurities. At some point, you will just have to come to grips that the past is just the mere present. There is no more pretending, no more "What if" scenarios. Not with this crown on the line, Jamie O of Hara. At this point, you and Lannister have already proven what they are. Potential has been maxed out, no matter how bright the future looks.

Lannister will not let a crown slip through the airways, out of pride or pity. Your ambition, even though it is quite admirable, shall be your one daunting mistake. As a champion, Lannister would have hoped for more than just this personal vendetta. But no mere matter, for you are out of Lannister's grasps after this weekend. The jester has had his fun, but it's time for a kingly man to press his claim. Lannister cannot press his claim without the Kingdom of Voltage, but that changes after tomorrow night. You ask if Lannister understands the importance of such an event... and Lannister asks you blindly - what did he do prior, when the EAW Championship was on the line? You tapped out, Jamie O of Hara. When it was assumed that the match was just down to you and Lannister. Now, where it is KNOWN that this claim to a realm is most definitely on the line - Lannister's ambition simply outweighs yours. That is not an insult, not a fable, an illusion, or even a fact check. Simply... a debt. One that Lannister has long owed to himself.

And when this game of chess is complete... That debt will have been, as Lannister always likes to say... PAID. And you, Jamie O of Hara... get to be the one to mask the following honor...

CHECKMATE, LANNISTER.

KING ME.

KING LANNISTER, JAMIE O OF HARA. THIS IS THE CORONATION OF WHAT IS TO BE... NO MATTER WHAT YOU HAVE SAID, OR WILL SAY. NO MATTER WHAT YOU HAVE DONE, OR WILL DO. THIS IS THE STAR OF THE MOURNING, THE ANGEL OF DEBT, RAGNAROK'S FAVORITE SON, LORD PARAMOUNT OF VOLTAGE... The man you cannot... WILL NOT beat.

...ALLES FUR LANNISTER... LANNISTER... LANNISTER!!!

I must govern the clock, not be governed by it.
 
As a King, you must know about everything that compasses around you. Whether it may concern you or not, it is your duty to know everyone's dilemma even if you cannot do something about it. I know you are a man who likes to focus on the present but as a victim to real kingship, I cannot possibly share the same views. I must know the past in order to study for the present to make my future flawless. Your duel against the Interwire champion last week was nothing short of impressive but let us be honest here, that title hasn't held prestige for a while now. The previous holder of that title wasn't even able to withstand the pressure for a month before he imprudently dropped it to the current holder. If you think your victory over Scott Oasis was any kind of proving point that you are back to your old prestigious ways then I'm sorry to inform you that either the competition that was around the last time you were relevant was nothing short of lackluster or that you haven't felt the taste of victory in so long that you actually believe last week was some kind of breakthrough. I know you are trying to play this in the dark, trying to make it seem like that all of this isn't actually burning you on the inside. You can try to hide the matter of fact that you don't care for anything that occurred in the past but the truth is, it is also engraved inside your mind. You can try to sleep it off, even become fermented to pain but once those failures are scripted in your brain; they're impossible to get rid of. You think you were the only victim to this torture Ventura? I knew you were shallow to some ends but I never realized how conceited you really were. You are using this persona as a mere excuse to escape from reality because you are afraid that if you end up on the same pathway you did a few years ago at one of the chock-full events of the year, you'll just get run off the road as you were before. By encompassing this Caster of Dreams personage, you think you have achieved immortality. The bitter truth however remains that it doesn't really matter if you are your bland old self Ventura or this new immortal robed Caster of Dreams, the anguish remains the same. The pain remains the same, the implosions remain the same. I understand your concern, all I'm telling you is that it doesn't really matter which one of the two faces you are feeling in the mood for by the time Showdown comes around, the result won’t change. A pawn has to play its part in the story, no matter how much it wishes it can break the status quo. You're a mere pawn playing the part of one of the knights who tried to stop the glorious King Devan Dubian in his run to full hierarchy but folded. Don't try to change the script, just go with what is already written.
 
You've chosen to forget anything relating to your past. I've chosen to cherish it.
 

It seems that you want no memory whatsoever of everything that happened to you in the past few years. You've taken everything that's happened, thrown it out the window in hope that everyone will forget who you once were. You want to be seen as this new obscure guy who makes every allusion a reality. I've been down the same path before and if you want a bit of expert advice before your career decides to take a turn for the worse, just stop. I looked back at everything mesmerizing in my life, some moments that I am not so proud of and became solemn. I looked at the mistakes and fixed them, I didn't decide to ignore them and create new ones. The path you're heading down will only end in one way: a path that that you're not so dissimilar to, one where you became a washout and are referred to in every other joke for the rest of the year. You may choose to not care about the King of Elite tournament but mark my words Ventura, there is nothing more than I have been eager for my whole life. A world title would seem like a reasonable solution to my last statement but the thing about those straps is even after a while, they become dull. Once you are given the honor of King of Elite, it’s a prestigious reign that basically lasts until you yourself decide to give up. You can be forced to give up your world title at any given moment. You may have chosen to make your run for King of Elite kind of enigmatic whispering innuendos in hope that they will somehow lead you to the crown but I have made my point clear from the start. You knights really are commendable but there's a reason why there is a pyramid that separates the rank of the sultan and its subordinates. You have your box that you must stay in and there's a triangle at the top of the pyramid that is waiting for my betrothal. When they write my books, I'll be sure to mention you and company Ventura for your valiant efforts but let it also be known that you had no chance from the start. You had a time and you didn't make full use of it. This tournament is my turn and as a promise to my people, I will deliver the crown to them.

You aren't holding back either and that's what I was hoping for. I was hoping you'd take this personally. I was hoping you'd tell me what you're going to do to me because it just goes to show that you don't know what the hell you're getting yourself into. You think that, just because you searched me up on the Internet and watched a few of my matches, you know? Surely you aren't as stupid as you look. I know you aren't though, TLA. I know you're much smarter than that, to just prepare yourself for this Sunday after doing so because as you should know, I'm not doing the same thing in the ring. I'm not doing the same moves in the exact same way I done them in any of my previous matches. It's practically impossible for you or anyone else to prepare to face me. Because while you may get better and better, week in and week out, TLA? I get LIGHT YEARS better. You can spend as much time in the gym as you'd like, make the bench your bed and sleep on it, you STILL won't EVER be where I'm at. You can be good, you can even be great but you can't and I mean CAN'T be me. You can say how you don't want to be me, how you wouldn't want to be and how you're your own but TLA, I'm not telling you to. I mean, you have to steal a Mercedes for crying out loud. Are times really that hard? Are they for you to have to steal from someone else? They have to be but then again, we're in Mexico, I'm sure they're used to seeing that all of the time. I'm sure there's a lot of stealing that goes on around here. You really were born here because it's in your blood, it's apart of your nature to commit such an act but you know what? You know something you can ever steal? My love and passion for this business. THAT? That's something you can't steal from me and you aren't going to as long as I have something to say about it.

I'm sorry if I offended you and everyone here in Mexico but lets be honest, it does and it doesn't just happen here, it happens everywhere else in the world, so I apologize if I hurt your feelings. I know this is personal to you all of a sudden because I mentioned your family but TLA, I'm not going to hurt them, at least... not physically. I'm going to hurt them emotionally because they're going to watch as I dismantle you in front of them. They're going to be hurt to see you laying there in the middle of the ring, staring up at the ceiling, knowing you've just been beaten. I'm not going to make any senseless threats, I'm just going to tell you how it is and TLA, this is how it is. Because like I said, I'm not holding back and after hearing what you had to say, I know you aren't either. Which is what I was hoping for all along. I'm not trying to hurt you and your family on purpose because I, much like your family, want to see you succeed here in EAW and you have it in you to. That's what I see in you and after our match this Sunday, win or lose, I'm not going to talk about how I made you like Jacob Senn has been boasting about all week. I'm going to tell everyone that TLA is self-made and he's going to be something in this business. You won't have to steal anymore, you'll have all of the riches you want and you'll have all of them soon as long as your head is on your shoulders. That is, if you want it as badly, as you say you do. Because if you don't, if you're just talking, then you're going to choke on it. You want it? You want my respect? You want to be successful? EARN IT. Earn it and then and only then will you bring it out of you to be something, anything, in this business. You may have some experience but it's going to take a lot more than that to be everything you want to be.

That's my advice to you. You're going to know a thing or two about me once we're out there in the ring. It's out there that you're going to get some real advice, some in ring advice. Because you may have some experience but it obviously doesn't show out there. You have more to learn, A LOT more to learn and I'm going to teach you something. I'm going to teach you because Jacob Senn couldn't at least do that for as much as he's been talking about he gave you a chance at him. I'm giving you a chance, one you wouldn't want to go to waste because the ring is my classroom and in my classroom, there's no talking; just wrestling. You're right about one thing, TLA, it's all about the wrestling here on Dynasty. That's why Dynasty is the best brand today. Because it's about wrestling, there isn't anything here that you'll see on Voltage or Showdown, there's more to it than what they have. I know it's not a popular opinion with those on both of those brands but it's a matter of fact. I'm not saying it is because I'm on it, that's hardly the reason I say it is but it's a great reason nonetheless. Because I represent Dynasty, wrestling and this business. I'm the prime example of what it means to be an elit... no, an extremist, yes an EXTREMIST. I may not be the World Heavyweight Champion right now but that's where I stand. That's what I believe. No. That's what I KNOW. So if anyone has a problem with that or you, TLA, then I'm not hard to find. Come to me and say it to my face. Because I'm tired of the backhandedness, I'm tired of the trash talking and I'm tired of the he said, she said BS around here. If no one is going to be accountable for their actions, then I'm going just going to have to make them be. That goes even for you, TLA. Because if I'm going to burn this Sunday, if I'm going to burn like you say I will, then you're going to disintegrate.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

(Fade in on a boardroom as men in suits file out, once they all leave, Samson closes the door and Jason Walker spins round in his chair to address the camera, he smiles)

Walker: Greetings EAW, you have just caught me after a meeting, but I have time to address you all before I leave for the day.
(Walker stands up and walks over the drinks tray set up and pours a scotch)

Walker: I see that my opponent is set for this coming sunday, a man by the name of Xavier Williams (drinks) and in a Lumberjack match no less. Well that suits me just fine, I would hate for my second singles match in EAW to end with my opponent trying to run away, the ring will be surrounded just to stop such an eventuality.

(Walker takes a seat again)

Walker: I could sit here and brag about how I am better and how I am going to destroy Xavier Williams, but you've all heard it before, you know my ascension is coming and the Hostile Takeover is in full swing, what I am going to do today is tell you a story. It's a story about a young boy who was born with nothing, who defied the odds.

(Walker leans back in his seat)

Walker: It began in my hometown, the life was hard, six brothers and 2 sisters before me meant that I was always lowest on the totem pole, a mistake that was never meant to happen and I was told as such by everyone from a young age. I grew up not exactly loved, but not hated either.... more tolerated than anything else. My hatred for my family grew and I knew that as soon as I could I was getting out of my hometown and away from my family.

(Walker takes another drink and seems to be contemplative)

Walker: At a young age I knew what I wanted to do, I wanted to fight, fight everyone and anyone. I was fighting in school, out of school and had a reputation for being this tough kid who could take a beating but could give one out two-fold. When I went to high school, older kids picked fights with me to see if I was that tough, of course they beat me up. I knew my size and anger where holding me back and I found wrestling, proper mat wrestling. I excelled in it, became a great mat wrestler and part of the team. I used that when older kids picked fights, I would take them down to the ground with a wrestling move and then beat the crap out of them once they were on the ground. Because of this my coach, dissapointed in me, fired me from the team. Fast forward some years, I still enjoyed mat wrestling but didn't do it as much when suddenly the coach comes to me, he needs me to wrestle for one night, he knows my skills are good enough and wants me on the team for this night to win it. My opponent was a kid from the school across town, he had the skills and was tipped to win the regional championships unless I stopped him.

(Walker takes another drink)

Walker: So that night I went to school and dressed in my singlet and stood beside the coach as he tried to give me a pep talk. "You can do this Jason, you know you can." He patted me on the back and I stepped onto the mat. What happened the next few moments will be burned into my brain for as long as I live, the hatred for my family and for the coach for firing me all came to the forefront, the rage burned inside me, my body feels like it was humming with energy. Then I did the unthinkable, I let the guy win, I didn't even bother wrestling, I just let him manhandle me, protected myself enough and used my momentum to help him win. The crowd were in shocked silence as my opponent was crowned the winner and I got up from the mat smiling. I walked over to the coach, patted him on the back, "yeah coach, I know can do it but, seriously, fuck you." And I left. I left school and I left town.

(Walker puts down the glass)

Walker: The reason I told you that is because you have to realise, all of you in EAW, that I do not do what is expected of me, I will not be a good little soldier and tow the company line. And this sunday, people expect me to lose, people expect me to roll over and play dead and maybe eventually I will go away. It's not going to happen, I am moving up to the top and taking everyone down in my way until I reach the pinnacle. EAW is going down and I will bring about it's destruction!

(Walker now leans forward and stares intently into the camera)

Walker: And the truth is, no one can stop me.

(Fade out)

So, I’m meant to feel that you defending your championship against Scott Diamond and Devan Dubian were charitable acts? Are champions not meant to defend their titles against the toughest competition? Or are you saying, in your charity, you managed to somehow manipulate your way into picking your opponents and decided to face men who were not qualified? Being champion means you should have defended against them because they were your best competition so there’s no reason for you to receive gratitude based on that, otherwise you were defeating the purpose of the whole game.

Do you pick your own matches Senn, did you get DDD’s god contract? How do I know world championship rematch clauses even apply across brands for different world titles? How do I know for sure you decided to face TLA over getting your hands on DDD? Why does it count as a sacrifice as if there is this short time limit when you can decide to demand your world title match? How do I know with 100% certainty that Mr.DEDEDE’s god contract doesn’t nullify any demands you’d make? How do I know that the reason you didn’t try to face DDD is because you’re being noble for the cause of facing the rising talents, instead of perhaps spending your time talking trash about the man instead of going out and facing him due to you being scared? I spit on the grave of Kevin Devastation, a man I ended with my own hands and someone who is easy to mock in these lands of EAW, less than you do spitting on the careers of men you don't seem too quick to stepping up to have your words be said face to face, men like Tyler Parker and Mr.DEDEDE that you seem to have an infinite disdain for yet have them still walking when they are not men that are so hard to find.  

And who is to say I was supporting Zack Crash taking over? He and I were never seen in the same room, I wasn’t on no team Zack Crash getting myself killed for the man. From the standpoint of someone who couldn’t get a damn full time wrestling contract at the time forced to pay his dues doing lesser jobs putting up the ring and filming matches in EAW for years, who had to fight through hell and high water interrupting Cleo’s authority by force just to get screen time, why would I find common ground inside the topic of being abused with a former world champion in Zack Crash, a man who never even legitimately explained how he was being held back or why the system was so bad? Are you trying to perpetuate your long standing obsession with Zack Crash onto me? I’ve heard about your near two yearlong condition Senn, it’s been a great water cooler topic. Everyone talks about how Jacob just can’t go to sleep at night without cursing the name Zack Crash, Jacob cannot close his eyelids before he looks under the bed to make sure Crash isn’t there, Jacob every night refuses to turn off his night light because Crash just might be in the shadows and Senn even after all that stays up all night thinking up ways he can bore and torment the EAW roster with his long lectures and rants about Crash every......single..........time......he speaks.

See folks, the thing about Senn is, he seems to be under the impression that everyone wants or needs a mentor, someone to look up to. In my 22 years of life, not once have I ever had a hero or someone I look up to, if anything I only learn from the mistakes of others. When I look at Senn all I learn is what how questionable of character someone can be regardless of how they try to force colourful good will scenes in the background of their verbal douchebaggery. He keeps ranting about TLA, how impressive the guy is which I’m sure is true, I’ll give TLA all the credit in the world, but yet he turns around saying I’ve never faced top quality opponents despite the fact I beat TLA, the guy he won’t get out of his mouth over and over again.In all honesty, I don’t really like Jacob Senn. In a strange way, I dislike him far more than I disliked Cleopatra, Christopher Corrupt and Kevin Devastation. Don’t get me wrong, they committed many more acts of antagonism towards me and the rest of EAW than he probably ever will, but there’s just a bad taste in my mouth whenever I see him that demands I knock every single tooth he has down his throat. Jacob comes over to Dynasty and he disrespects Tyler Parker, he disrespects Mr.DEDEDE and he downplays guys like Corrupt and Psycho Brody. Even his praise of TLA is highly suspect, sure he has TLA on his mouth all the time, but most of the time it’s about how HE brought out a side of TLA never seen before and how HE gave TLA limelight by stepping into the ring with him, Jacob just wants to take credit for a man who everyone in EAW did, or should have, known was already tearing it up. He’s here talking about wanting to make the next generation break bread with him, and how he can mold us and that action be his legacy. Well I for one have been doing my thing ever since I got here, and I can assure to the world that it has nothing do, nor will it ever, with Jacob Senn. Everything I do comes from myself, an internal flame that will engulf all that stands before me, including this tournament.

To be elite means to believe that you are an elect, chosen by God to stand superior to the rest in terms of ability or qualities.
 
To be King of Elite means to keep those who impostors who think they are on your level in check.
 
I know this is supposed to be a fair tournament and all but I think the only reason the managerial doesn't just come out from back of the locker room and award me this prestige is because they want to make it seem like that everyone got an equal chance and that no feelings are hurt in the process. It is also because they have enough assurance in the matter of fact that the rightful elitist will be walking out of this tournament the victor. I think that might just be the reason why the tournament was shortened in terms of the contenders this year so that there wouldn't be more distorted hope among the elitists than there needed to be. However they couldn't make it seem so effortless or people would start thinking things. What people need to come to realize is that while this company has come to this round the bend idea that we should start calling ourselves elitists now, it doesn't necessarily mean that everyone on this roster should start referring to themselves as that. They are only in name elitists but the true meaning of elite is simple, it is the few that outrank the general consensus. If everyone was to start calling themselves 'elite' then wouldn't we be disputing with the meaning itself? Of course the managerial could make the argument that everyone among us deserves to be called that but I have come into contact with the majority on the roster whether it has been in the ring or back in the locker room and I can give you my word that is nothing but a load of hogwash. At one point in his career, Starrstan too had the privilege of calling himself Elite but I suppose father time eventually had to catch up with him too. I've had the inopportune luck of facing my former mentor four times since my return a few months ago and each and every one of them have had a similar ending, they have all ended with me pinning him. A matter of four wins is nothing to make a wisecrack at but it also brings us to my previous point, there are just some that do not deserve to be called elite on this roster. I have decided to make it my responsibility, as the leader of these people, the King of Elite to separate those that are actually Elite from the ones that flock among us as impostors. It seems the managerial has heard of my mission and decided to help me out, it seems the next impostors name is Ventura.
 
Our names could be scrapped and our careers put in front of a neutral face and I can assure you that no one would be able to tell us apart. Both our careers, even you would be willing to admit have been a bit... underwhelming.
 

Do not mistake this as an attempt for flattery Ventura, there is no doubt in my mind that you are actually nowhere close to me in terms of actual capability. However I would be a dimwit if I were to ignore the facts as they are laid in front of me, I have been a repetitive breakdown in my runs for the world title and it hasn't been that dissimilar to you either. It's known to many that I have repetitively proven short in matches that matter and that's probably my legacy in this company, so far. However for you Ventura, it wasn't a sequence of world title matches: it was just one and the thing is that one loss was probably more shameful and a stone at your career than all my losses combined. I refused to show up at the smaller venues, however you completely missed your appointment at the biggest show of the year. You won perhaps the largest match of the year then went onto the most gigantic show of the year and then just blew it. I've had to face some uncomfortable sequences in my career as well but how were you even able to show your face after that happened? I suppose if there's one thing I can admit, it's the chutzpah that resides within you that makes you stand in front of the universe each and every single week with the remainder in your mind that you can never ever get that moment back. I've done my time in the prison of pity Ventura, I have been here much longer than I probably first imagined that I would be so all I am asking for is an accolade for all I have done to this company. You came back and in the matter of a week, you were probably involved in one of the larger matches of the year. I think what adds a bitter blow to the injury is the matter of fact that you didn't even change the result of the match even one bit, you were not a dynamic factor in the match whatsoever. And ever since then, name me one relevant thing that you have done? I could really care less to keep tabs on your whole career but even if I were being vague, I don't remember seeing your name involved in any kind of significant match card for a while now. This company doesn't owe you anything, if anything: you are in its debt. As for me, I will be kindly taking this King of Elite as their recompense to me. I'm just waiting for my moment to be betrothed but if I get to seek our impostors like you who are claiming to be elitist in the process, it only makes it that much more amusing for me. Amuse me this week Ventura, even royalty needs a bit of entertainment every now and then. I want to live it all before I am fully betrothed as the King of Elite and thus required to live up to my duties.

**Maddie is seen on an airplane, deporting from Russia and going to Romania, Maddie is her usual cheerful self-**
 
Berrr it was freezing in Russia! But oh boy did I have a good time there! Oh my god I love being in EAW, I mean I would never get to experience different countries like this and now imp off to Romania! Should be a fun experience. (Maddie gasps in excitement) I got a new shirt today, I saw it at the last Showdown show and I just had to get it! (Maddie unzips her jacket and is seen wearing a Cherish shirt) Oh my god isn't this the cutest shirt you have ever seen? I am wearing my best friend’s shirt! This is the best shirt ever! It's kind of foreshadowing huh guys? (Maddie laughs) Because oh my god! We have another match together this week! Facing Cherish is so fun; I believe we are evenly matched. She has gotten the best out of me each time we have faced, and each time we have faced we have had great matches, the fans really loved them, and at the end of the day it doesn't matter if you win or lose, it matters if the fans had a good time or not! So Cherish we indeed face each other again this week, and I say good luck and may the best vixen win! 
 
So I was in Russia guys! You all saw my tweets and pictures on Instagram it was so awesome being there, although it was snowing most of the time i was there it was still an awesome time. I would definitely want to go back again! So oh my god, I ate this thing called "Beef Stoganov" it's pretty much beef with sour cream oh my god so delicious! I hope Romania has some good places to eat or perhaps a zoo! I am always down to go to the zoo! (Maddie laughs to herself) Oh my god do you guys remember when I told you about seeing a zebra give birth! It was so cool but yeah sorry I know I am rambling I am just so excited to face Cherish, and I am also excited to get my Vixens title match soon and lastly I am so excited to meet my friends in Romania and give them all hugs! I still can't believe I get to travel the world, and wrestle and meet new people every week for a living it truly doesn't get much better than this, so yeah I’m sorry for cutting this short guys, but the plane is about to take off and I need to get my rest, BYE GUYS! 
 

**Maddie hugs the camera as the camera fades**

It's almost tiresome that I have to compete week in and week out, every week, for an entire year. It would be if I was incapable of being on top of EAW or if I was someone like Jacob Senn, who I see has forgotten just how badly I've beaten him before and will again if he ever gets in my way, for him to speak of me as if I was. Oh the backhandedness, it really is something for Jacob Senn of all people to stand where he is and say that I haven't sacrificed anything. You have to be talking out of your ass to say, to even think, that I haven't because it isn't a matter of that I haven't sacrificed anything but a matter of what haven't I sacrificed. I may be focused on the World Heavyweight Championship but that doesn't mean that I'm unfit to be a leader because the way I see it, to be, you have to hold the World Heavyweight Championship. Mr. DEDEDE is the one who has it and to say that he hasn't sacrificed anything either would be ridiculous. Because if there's anyone who has sacrificed everything here in EAW, it's him. That's why I turned to him for help, that's why I have so much respect for him and that's why I still want to challenge him for the World Heavyweight Championship. Because he's sacrificed and so have I. I've sacrificed sleep, I've sacrificed my body and I've sacrificed my life all for the fans, all for this business and all for EAW. What has Jacob Senn done? What has he ever done for any of them? Huh??? Nothing, he hasn't done a damned thing and he never will because he's still in love with himself more than ever. You know what though? I have no differences that need to be solved with Jacob Senn. This isn't my battle to fight. I have my own to take head on and it's one that, in truth, has my curiosity.

You may be wondering why, so I'm going to tell you why. Because never have I been in the ring with someone like TLA who, by the way, is my opponent for this Sunday. I say someone like him because he isn't like anyone I've ever faced before. Just how is he? If you've seen him in the ring, then you'd know. TLA isn't some rookie, he's been in this business for a while but not here in EAW and that's why I'm looking forward to our match this Sunday. At first, he was someone that no one would take a second look at, no one would think anything of him and no one allowed for him to compete here. TLA was supposedly a joke to everyone for some reason. Not to me though because I hadn't been in the ring with him and so, to me, he isn't a joke unless he is in there. Because I know. I know no one had given him a chance. I know who he is as a competitor but to everyone else, he's just a joke hiding behind a mask. If there's a proving ground, it's out there because that's where he has proven himself for weeks now. TLA has proven he isn't someone to laugh and point at. TLA has proven that he's so much more than that, that he's hungry, that he'll go toe to toe with anyone and he showed just that last week on Dynasty when he faced Jacob Senn. TLA has been impressive lately, his match against Jacob Senn was impressive in itself. Not only that but what he had to say about Jacob Senn was impressive as well. I just hope that he's going to give me that this week and in our match this Sunday. Because if not, then he's going to be more than a joke, he's going to be a laughing stock.

That's what you're going to be if you aren't at your best against me, TLA. You're going to have to give me what you gave Jacob Senn but more. You're going to have to give me much, much, MUCH more if you want to beat me this Sunday. This is it. This is your chance, TLA. This is something you don't want to miss because if you do, then you aren't going to have another. Not with me you are. I know that you're trying to make a name for yourself but it isn't going to be at my expense, I'll tell you that much. I know that you want to prove you can go the distance with me and I also know that I'm going to be your home country of Mexico but you don't have the upper hand against me. I'm the one who has a full hand and I'm willing to show you what's in my hand, throw them down on the table and bet it all on this match. I'm not much of a betting man, I learned not to gamble but every time I enter the ring? It's a gamble. A gamble of life or death and I walk the line. I will bet though that after this Sunday, everyone is going to know your name but it isn't going to be how you want it to be, everyone is going to know you for being humiliated in front of all of his family. Any family you have here in Mexico, they aren't going to be so proud of you. Your family aren't going to want anything to do with you after I beat you this Sunday. The Sexual Panther, as they all know and love, will be put down like his dog and like his star if you know what I'm saying but if not, then you're just going to have to see for yourself. You probably already know this, TLA, but I'm not holding back and neither should you.