OOC Note: I am really sorry for not posting a promo until now. Fortunately, I still made the deadline. I’ve had a lot going on outside of EAW. I am here though and active as an EAW Extremist.


 
No one expected it, the plan worked perfectly and I couldn’t be happier, as you’re looking at the new Number-One Contender for the EAW National Extreme Championship. Despite what anybody says, I won fair and square, they’re just upset THEY didn’t think of something as genius as I did. So Mustafa, thank you very much and Pantera, thanks for your involvement too. It’s a shame you weren’t aware of the little “arrangement” but you’ve never been the smartest. Perhaps it was best to leave you in the dark while Mustafa and I discussed business, grown up stuff you wouldn’t have understood or really wanted to partake in. Ya see Pantera…in this world of wrestling, you can try and beat the game by being the good guy, or you can beat the game by twisting, bending and manipulating the rules. People around here seem to have morals in this place, I don’t. Maybe that’s why I succeed and maybe that’s why I am the contender for a championship. You got a beef with me? Then maybe management can square us off again, but do you want to end up like POP did? I am thinking not. Or what about Ventura? Hey, speaking of him…I told you so, I told you so, I fucking told you so. I walked out a winner and you a loser. You ain’t shit Ventura and someone in your mind you should have defeated, you didn’t. It feels good to brag, boast and show that I am the damn best in the squared circle and I am a crafty bastard with a sharp mind. Always three steps ahead while you assclowns try to do the “right thing."
 
Speaking of assclowns, Aren decided to talk some shit about me. I get a shot at redemption, a clean slate with you. An opportunity and a chance to show everybody that Christopher Corrupt is revitalized, recharged and a new version of himself, one getting the job done in any way possible and shutting down the competitors that stand in my way. You honestly think you can defeat me after everything I’ve been through? All the matches I lost, missed chances, failed attempts, being overlooked again and again and again. Not anymore. I took things into my own hands and I am making and creating the rules as I go along. No more following the rulebook. You don’t like it? Then fucking do something about it when we face off. You’re going to wish we never had a rematch because I am that gnat that won’t go away, that annoying little sound in the background getting louder and louder. It ain’t because I am stupid I keep coming back for more, it’s because I straight up, don’t like anyone or anybody getting in my way or getting there before me. You don’t like how I made a deal with Mustafa to get what I wanted? Why does it matter to you? You really thought Ventura or Pantera could beat me had I not made the deal? Let’s be serious Aren. I am deserving of a shot and maybe you’re just afraid of what I am capable of or have in store for you. The kind of man I am is a smart one, that sees past the “Code”. I couldn’t believe you shook hands with Tyler Parker after your match, how pathetic is that? You actually had honour and respect for Parker? Man…that’s sad. Don’t be expecting any of that from me because I share no honour or respect for you. Mind you, I don’t have respect really for anybody. Don’t hate me because I am a genius Aren. Don’t hate me because I did what no one else has the balls to do in this company. I just beat you all to the punch and I am grinning from ear-to-ear about it. It’s the best thing to ever happen to me and I owe it all to my beautiful mind, Mustafa and the power of money and most importantly: corruption. Play to win Aren. Not to lose or do the things without being a cheating, conniving, downright dirty, son of a bitch. Aren…you want to make the mistake of not making an enemy of me and overlooking greatness standing before you that can end you in an instant, then be my guest. But don’t be looking for sympathy after it happens because no one will listen. You were forewarned. I can see you’re unhappy though and really would have enjoyed to defend your title this week. Don’t worry, the time will come, but maybe you should enjoy being a champion a little longer before I steal it from you. That is going to happen, you won’t be a champ for much longer. Just another loser in this company.
 
And speaking of losers, this Sunday at Dynasty, it’s a rematch with Tyler Parker only this time, it’s a qualifier for the Elimination Chamber. A shot at Mr. Dedede…a shot at his title and a chance to really overthrow everyone in this place and show that I am the Future. It’s time to recognize I am a legitimate, one-of-a-kind, quality, “Classic” wrestler. And yet, Tyler Parker right out of the gate charges in with the ol’ questioning routine with proving your worth, being consistent, how ya going to do this, how are ya going to do that, run of the mill bullshit. Forget about our previous matches Tyler because it’s history. Focus on the now, the current, the man whom is the contender for the title you so badly want back. You couldn’t get the job done against Aren and now you think you can just take me out of the picture and move on to this opportunity? Nah, although it seems people “fail upwards” in EAW, it ain’t happening against me. You put on a bout with Aren, which was decent, but like I’ve been saying to all the EAW Extremists I face, I’ll make you famous again, a part of the scene, a big deal. No one really cares about you as you’re not a champion, and when you get win against people you should beat, you become irrelevant. But…you’re in the main event tomorrow night with me and you should be thankful. Hell, if I ran this company, I would have shit-canned you a long time ago. There’s some honesty from me. It’s like I bash my head against a brick wall when I go up against the so-called “competition” in EAW. They all underestimate me and take me lightly. Go-ahead Parker…see what happens at Dynasty when we square off one-on-one for a chance at the biggest title of them all. I’ll move on as one of the participants and you’ll be hoping, begging and praying for a match against Aren – Aren and Parker III – Who gives a shit match, where we all know the end result – Aren retains and Parker cries somewhere. I don’t need you telling me I can be something here, I already am something. You’re the one fading; you’re the one nobody wants to hear. I also fail to connect how I am not consistent when I’ve been winning matches on a regular basis and just recently became a contender. You think I am going to let you walk out of this match a winner? Nope, but I will let you walk out a believer. A believer that I am the fucking greatest wrestler of all time, the classy one, the corrupt one, the one who will win by any means necessary and show that I am The Evolution of Wrestling. And once you believe in me Tyler…you’ll remember Christopher Corrupt as the man that not only became a EAW National Extreme Champion, but a World Heavyweight Champion as well and you were a part of something great – a rematch that defined his career and elevated him to new heights. See, you’ll be famous in a weird way.

Tyler…the revolution has started…which side are you on? Time to choose.

(We join Scott Oasis as he walks around a crowded street while everyone around him is giving glances of disgust. Now normally he'd be used to that but this time it was different. There was a bit more anger in their stares, a bit more venom when they spat out their hatred of him. This has all happened ever since his sitdown interview with Matt Miles aired on TV just a few nights ago. Grown men were exclaiming their desire to kick his ass and picking fights, soccer moms were flooding EAW.com showing their distaste in the segment and the journalists of People, Deadline, ESPN and Bleacher Report were all covering the controversy. Oh the irony. Scott has spent his whole life invisible and when given a single outlet has become one of the most hated men in in the world of sports. No worries though. Scott is ready to get through this shitstorm. It's time to blow off some steam the only way he knows how: by fighting. He walks down the street into an alley. There's a door right at the very end which he steps up to and begins to knock in what seems to be some kind of strange pattern. The door opens and here he is right back at the underground fight league. The original venue was abandoned after the police caught wind and raided the area a few weeks ago. It's a lot tougher to be in the know and get in these days and Scott probably wouldn't have known himself if his buddy Mike didn't give him the call last night. Scott walks in and the whole atmosphere changes. Everyone turns their heads to him as a few rowdy fans circle him.)

Fan #1: Look what we got over here, the big bad tough guy. He think it's funny to talk about people's parents. What are you mad you don't have any and want to take it out on others?

Fan #2: I say we teach him a little lesson in respect don't you think?

Fan #1: Hell yeah!

Fan #3: KICK HIS ASS!!!!

(Scott pulls off his vest and lays it on the floor, preparing for the task at hand. Fan #1 and 2 circle him, ready to fight and just as Scott is about to throw his first punch, his old fighting circuit rival, Luke Bryson aka The Mutilator comes by and backs them off.)

The Mutilator: How about you two clowns just go back to your business before I have to get involved in this situation.

Fan #1:.....You got lucky bitch boy.

(The fans walk away and back into the crowd leaving Scott Oasis and Mutilator to talk.)

Scott Oasis: I could have handled those two on my own. They were just a bunch of drunken scrubs.

The Mutilator: What beating them do other than get the cops on our tail again? I'm surprised Mike even wanted you here with all the heat on you lately, he should have known your hot headedness would get you into trouble.

Scott Oasis: Hey not my fault people are sensitive.

The Mutilator: You should learn when to keep your mouth shut. Why did you even try to make it so personal?

(Scott Oasis laughs at the question.)

Scott Oasis: Simple. Because I want a better match out of him. The more personal this feud becomes, the more intense it becomes, the more physical it becomes, the more violent it becomes, the more bloody it becomes but most of all the more fun for me it becomes! Now you see Luke, I don't revisit skeletons from my closet for no good reason. No, I only do rematches when there is a reward I just can't resist.

The Mutilator: So all of these attacks over a simple belt?

Scott Oasis: You think this is just about the belt? Some leather and gold? That's nice and all but that doesn't do it for me. Beating Matt Miles once and for all when he is at his best is something I've been wanting to do for weeks! I've been lying in wait from the very beginning, watching and planning. And while observing Matt I was nothing but appalled. I've seen the de-evolution of a great superstar. The ruthless billionare has now become the scrappy underdog, that one superhero who barely pulls through at the end. That shtick doesn't work with me though. You give me an inch, I'll take a mile. If you hand me a rope I'll keep pulling and pulling until you fall down with me. I'm relentless in my attacks, when I create an objective for myself I complete it without error. Get the title shot, I did that. Aggrivate Matt's injury, did that. Get inside that empty head of his? I did that with ease! If he wants to beat me he needs to show a side of him never seen. I know all of Superman's tricks so now is the time he exploits the sun to save the day. For Matt Miles that sun is his fury. I saw that anger in his eye, he was different. He showed a side I've never seen and with a little push from me that side will come through the surface soon enough.

The Mutilator: I have a feeling you have no idea what you just started, who knows what he could.

Scott Oasis: Pfft. Don't doubt me Luke. You know what, I think I'll just come here later, I have a flight to catch anyway.

(Scott pushes some fans out of the way as he heads for the door and makes his exit. People are mad at him but to Scott it's just another challenge. Now all he wants to do is see them get even more sour and there would be only one way to do that : win the Interwire Championship.)

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I'm back in action this week against Starr Stan and all I have to say is "thank god, some legitimate competition." Or at least that's what I would have said if it wasn't for the fact that 1. I have already conquered the mountain of Starr Stan and 2. It seems he's fallen off as of late. The man known for his great, high stake performances has experienced nothing but failure and disappointment as of late. You've lost a hand full of matches over these past few weeks and then you, an EAW Hall of Famer, former Answers World Champion, "The Decepticon", couldn't even get in the Elimination Chamber without having to face two ham and eggers who were just debuting and Tornado. That is just pathetic. And then you go and make excuses for your last loss to me, really? Review the footage Starr, it was back and forth but when I was in control, you weren't looking good out there buddy. You could barely keep up. None of your submission attempts worked on me and you barely knocked me down, by the time you were setting me up for your Olympic Slam you were exhausted. RAGNAROK or not, I took a lot out of you. The chances of your slam doing shit with such little energy was about one to one thousand.

How can you even think I'm like any of those other guys you faced? I beat William Black. I laid out Matt Miles. I DEMOLISHED Moonlight Predator. Not only that but while it took you twenty minutes to defeat him I did in just a simple five. You can be as focused as you want but it doesn't mean a damn thing when The Iceman is in the corner opposite to you. A 260 pound beast doesn't just get lucky nor does he go down too easily. You are in for one hell of a match, I promise you that.

                                               FATALITY!


::The scene opens up to an empty hallway being lit up with small spotlights in a casual home. The lights begin flashing different colors from blue, to red, to strobe when a fog machine goes off and Jordan Ciserano shows up at the end of the hallway wearing sunglasses and black wrestling tights. He rolls down a red carpet walking down it as it stops kicking it more each time. He reaches the camera takes off his sunglasses and smiles showing his radiant white teeth. The lights stop and the fog machine turns off as Jordan takes off his sunglasses and laughs slightly. Then begins to speak.::
 
Hello everybody how is everybody’s week going right now? I know it has been tough, work being overwhelming with the holidays in full swing right now. But I assure you it’s going to be all right, for the King is here to give you a gift of my own. Can you guess what it is? I know that you all are smart, you can get this one. Am I giving you money? Nope. A car? Nope. My good Hollywood looks? Silly you that is my gift to you everyday by being Mr. Cage. No my good people, I am giving you a much more valuable gift that any of those. That’s right! My gift to you this holiday season is the privilege for you to watch be beat Eric Shaw’s ass knocking his head off of his neck with a jolly smile on my face keeping in the spirit of the times.
 
::He speaks with a fake (to happy to be normal) voice and moves his hands in an arc over the sky. He pulls them down to his hips looking up to the sky in an overacted thinking matter.::
 
Man, what a true gift that will be to the thousands in attendance and the millions at home. But this match against Eric, means a little more to me than just a gift that I want to give all of you.
 
::He moves his face from a fake smile looking to the sky, to a smile with his face symmetrical with the center of the camera. His voices raises nearly as high as it can go with his recap of Showdown.::
 
If you watched last Showdown, you missed something momentous happen in the squared circle. I achieved my first step to greatness with a win over Eric Shaw in a Beat the Clock Challenge match. This match was a tough technical battle between power and speed and certainly not as quick as I remember it to be. So like any other match I figured we would both walk away with the mind and respect between competitors, as any other competitors would do after a match. But what ended up happening was something that I couldn’t have possibly conceived in a match versus Eric. Something that I could never guess if you gave me hundreds and hundreds of chances.
 
::He speaks in a sarcastic manner throwing his arms from side to side “crossing out any guess that he could have . His eyes grow wide to add to the anticipation as he waits in silence for a couple moments.
 
He attacked me.

::Jordan’s face goes from excitement, to just plain pissed off. He crosses his arms up and centers himself with the camera making his expression hard to avoid. He shakes his head and cracks his neck from side to side as he prepares to speak again.::
 
 That’s right attacked!  With a power-bomb while I was celebrating my victory. I turn around and the next thing that I know BAM! A power-bomb that rang my ears and shook me up pretty badly, something that I definitely wasn’t expecting, I mean damn man… take a loss and walk away like a man. But hell I can tell you there is no man in Eric Shaw; only a jabroni trying to compensate for his weakness’ with blind attacks from behind. 
 
::His voice turns tired and lazy keeping the deepness in full. He raises his left arm to his side, and his right pointing a finger at the camera, trying to tisk Eric for what he did.::
 
Now Eric, I can tell you that any wrestler… hell any man would get bitter and angry with you wanting to take your head off… but I already have! So a man of my stature cannot let this effect my poise and skill as a wrestler for that would be exactly what you would want. Instead, I will be patient for the time where I get to face you again; I will wait and wait some more for unlike you I know I can win with the unfair advantage of an attack.
 
::He shakes his head in shame as he walks off the camera to check his phone. The fog machine turns on to fill the camera space like he has disappeared. Jordan jumps into the fog with a genuine excitement changing his voice and his attitude dramatically, he shuts the machine off and turns to the camera in excitement.::
 
No way! No freakin way! Turns out that I am facing Eric this week, one on one, mano y mano, Johnny Cage vs. Bo’ Rai Cho (If anybody gets that reference, hell if you know who he is you deserve the internet prize.) Hmm… perhaps this is what he thought was going to happen once he attacked me so that he could get another shot at me, but he can’t think come on now! Hell either way, I am excited as ever to find this one out!
 
::An authentic smile continues to spread across his face almost in a mocking matter against Eric, flashing his tongue out. The whips his hair out of his face and continues to speak in a jeering way.::
 
You got your revenge over your loss Eric, and though I will not be revenge-full while facing you, I can guarantee more pain. Why? This is an untimed match so I won’t just try to make you tap as quickly as you can, but I will take my time and break you down until you can barely stand… let alone wrestle against me. Shadow Kick, Ciserano Superkick, it doesn’t matter, I am going to make sure that I beat you down so much that the ref will just have to call the match. And when you are down, and when you are bloodied, there is only one thing that I will do then… and that is to but my Ray ban sunglasses on your face, hiding the tears in your eyes.

::Jordan puts his sunglasses on, and takes them right off again putting them on the camera turning the camera dark. He smiles and moves close removing them from the camera. He then throws them down the lit up hall and turns around with his hands questioning everything.::

“How could he do this? He can’t! I faced him and it was a good fight! I almost beat him I… I…” Almost Eric, almost. You ALMOST took me down, you ALMOST picked up the victory… but you didn’t. You’ll blame it on desperation; you will blame it an unbeatable drive in myself. To that I only have one question… Why don’t you have the drive, why don’t you have that desperation that every win could elevate you to new heights! Eric, you have to have that drive to push you over when the pain is too high! When your jaw is broken and your ribs are cracked, you need that drive to push you over! But silly me, I know that you don’t have it. You try crushing, but you sure didn’t do it against me. You try to dominate… same result. You need the drive, the desperation! And I know that you won’t have it.
 
::He finger wags the camera saying “You can’t teach that” and laughs a little too loud. He continues laughing for quite sometime when his circles his head around and turns nearly to stone with no emotion on his face getting close to the camera whispering his words.::
 
You still don’t think that I can beat you again Eric? Huh? Is that what you think? Second time the charm? Well there is one way that you could beat me, and that is to throw it all out and to  “Test Your Might!” Hell, even if you do find a way to do that I have a trump card that you couldn’t touch!
 
::He puts his tongue to his cheek and throws both his arms so they are pointing to his head. He flicks it moving it back and forth like a bobble-head, when he stops and goes to speak.::
 
That’s right, that thing inside my head. The magical thing called the mind, the place that likes to play all the games. I’ll tell you, last week, you got beat by Johnny Cage dressed as Jordan Ciserano. With his personality nearly taking over mine to the pleasure of Matt Ryder and the fans. This time, you are facing Jordan Ciserano dressed as Johnny Cage. With my fighting style, my attitude, and my rules! If you couldn’t beat one character, you won’t be able to beat the man inside of it! Johnny Cage wasn’t afraid to take down Goro, Jordan Ciserano wasn’t and still isn’t afraid of Eric Shaw.
 
::He flexes and raises his eyebrow high to his lower forehead tipping his head downward. He reaches and turns on the lights once again, with the fog machine blasting as he sways away like a ghostly figure. While he is walking away he screams.::
 
       I'M READY ERIC! I WANT YOU, YOU WANT ME! ONE ON ONE! THE KING WILL GET HIS CROWN! JOHNNY CAGE WILL CREATE A FATALITY! 

::The camera gets bombed by smoke as nothing is clear in the camera. You hear the camera guy coughing and the camera gets moved to another room as the scene goes to black.::

No more distractions.
 
That was my goal last week when I cut out the distractions from my view. I would risk my life for my brothers, Devan and Brian, but I won’t risk my career for them. For months on end I went to war with my brothers. We fought and fought until we had nothing left to fight for. At Shock Value I put my life on the line inside of High Voltage, not just to take out RAGNAROK but to stand beside my brothers. RAGNAROK got the victory, but the ELITE of EAW defeated themselves when we, when one of us, turned on the group. Devan I’m not here to pick sides. I’m not going to defend what you did but I’m no longer going to continue to question it. I don’t agree with it, but it’s no longer in my view. I’m going to turn my head. I said I won’t risk my career for you or Brian, that’s because if I continue to get in the middle of this it is only going to cause the downward spiral of my career. Look what has already happened? I speak one word of the matter and it starts costing me matches. I start making more enemies on top of the ones I already have. Devan, you are my brother, but at Road to Redemption you will be my enemy.
 
Look how fast things turned around for me the second I dissolved ELITE. I know I wasn’t out there last week wrestling Hall of Famers, or even average wrestlers in general, and I know I made it look easy, but fatal four ways in general are never guaranteed wins, no matter how much better you are than your opponents. Sure, I was basically facing two local jobbers and one foreign jobber in El Landerson, but any one of them could have ruined the match for me at any moment. Who knows, Landerson could have pinned one of my opponents before I could ever had gotten the chance. I leave the ring for three seconds, and someone steals the victory away from me. I obviously wasn’t going to be pinned in that match, and I’m not even going to think about the possibility that any one of those men could EVER make me submit. Hell, that could have been a three on one handicapped match and I still would have wiped the floor with them. The fact that I could outlast three opponents before anyone else of the night could outlast one; well I’m not sure if it says more about me or about my competition. We already knew I was Elite, I just clarified how mediocre some other people really were.  If I were “ACE,” I’d say I got my money’s worth from Alex Anderson. Maybe Landerson didn’t really get any better, but I certainly saw a bit of Alex in Landerson’s performance last week. Way to take the loss like an Anderson, amigo.
 
I opened my statement with the phrase, “no more distractions.” Scotty boy, my eyes are all on you. For the next 24 hours or so, my mind is solely on our match tomorrow night. My mind is solely on the goal of beating you in the middle of that ring, anyway I want. See the last time we faced, I had a lot on my plate. I was fresh off being the Olympic hero I am, wrestling arguably the soundest match at Territorial Invasion. Week after week I was faced with some pretty tough competition. Matt Miles, William Black, Vic Vendetta, SCOTT OASIS. Sadly, you can’t win them all. I want you to think long and hard about this Scotty, when I’m focused, when I’m at my best, I’m unbeatable. I congratulate Matt Miles on getting a win over me a few months ago, I’d tell him to thank Moonlight Predator for the win but he split not too long after I made him tap in front of his entire country. Now when I’ve got my eyes on my opponent? I dismantle them. William Black didn’t stand a chance. Vic Vendetta didn’t stand a chance. Now I know everyone’s different Scotty, and you probably think high and mighty of yourself, but to me it’s all the same. You’re just the same as everyone else. At the end of the night your name will be no different than the names I beat last week; forgotten. I remember the night you beat me, but what stands out more was the threat of RAGNAROK breathing down my neck. I was more concerned of the chess match with RAGNAROK, I neglected the game of checkers with you. I have to make that right. I have to correct that loss. I can’t let you keep walking around as if you really deserved that victory.

** Lochlan's personal lapses in memory and concentration are slowly coming to an end. He's been in this horrible mood and stupor the last few days. The fallout from Shock Value has taken its toll on him. It has really wore him down. It's easy to be confident in your abilities. Lochlan should know. He's the staple of that. Confident but not cocky. There's always a fine line. He was roused by the people in the bar after a few minutes by cold water thrown on his face. The water started to freeze right after it hit him. So he grabbed the drink of a man who was outside in the crowd and stumbled off. The alchohol will help keep him warm while he tries to find out where his car is parked. **

** He looks for a few minutes and discovers it. He gets it and tries to start it. It doesn't turn and it gets weaker each time he tries. He sees that the dome light had been left on. The battery is dead and in this weather... wow. He gets out, and smashes out his driver side window with his fist. Cutting it to a minimal. He then kicks the driver side door. **

LR: What the FFFUUUUCK! What in the fuck! Who am I?!!!!!! WHOOOOOO AMMMM IIIIIIIIIIIIIII!??????!!!!!???!!! Fuck

** He's in great peril now. His house of 2 bedrooms is about 2 miles or less away. He starts to walk. On the way in his walk his head starts to very slightly clear enough to where he can think in cognitive ways. The flashes of Zack Crash being so disappointed in him show again in his head. He does have a chance to become the cream of the crop out of Quality Control and fight for the Pure Championship. His fellow teammate and shallow thinking stable mate Sephiroth is his target. He's already in a mood and process of discounting Lochlan. Lochlan Rossdale is no fluke. Yeah he lost the title match at Shock Value. We all know that. What we don't know is that he'll never stop trying. He'll never give in. Sephorth couldn't even beat the lowly Ryan Savage. So he was even more disappointing than Lochlan. Savage is just a meat head... with a foolish temper and well he's kinda like a retarded rhino or grizzly bear. He's just kinda ignorant all around. Lochlan had their match well in hand when they fought, and Lochlan did WIN the match. **

** Lochlan is almost home. He is starting to think about how narrow minded and overly drawn on himself that Sephiroth is. How he is just 1 side of the coin and doesn't even know there's another side. Lochlan is a damaged man at this point. Skill is still skill and he'll be just as good to go. Sometimes sinking in your misery is just another way to float back to the top, regardless of the mental shape you are in when you do bob like a fucking cork to the surface. He approaches his door... gets his keys.... **

LR: Seph... wait and see... just wait and see... I'll show them all. I'll show them. I gotta get another drink first. I do have what it takes.

** As he mumbles under his breathe, the frosty air shoos away from his mouth and you can tell in that moment how serious Lochlan is. What he'll do to get what he needs. He needs a belt. He needs a prize. He is the most skilled wrestler on voltage. Yeah "wrestler". Using instruments and foreign objects enhance one's ability. Lochlan never needed them. Wait and see... wait and see.... **

CHAPTER 9 - THE WILL TO SUCCEED
"I shut it away, I keep it in me. Is this what it takes, to keep me alive?" - "Falling Apart" by Trust Company

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The will to succeed is something that every single human being who actual has a fucking soul inside of them, will possess and is also something that they will do absolutely everything in their damn power to try and accomplish one day. However we all know one single thing about this…no matter how damn hard you try…when we succeed, we'll never be satisfied ever. We'll never be contempt ever. And no matter how much we accomplish we will spend every waking minute of our lives DESIRING. FOR. MORE.

The first time I got my moment or my desire for a "will to succeed" was probably when I was 3. I got my first Lego set from my dad from my 3rd birthday and I wanted to build the biggest goddamn tower in the history of Lego towers. So there I went, beginning to stack block by block. It was up to my shoulders…but I wasn't satisfied. It went up to my head…but I still wasn't satisfied. And I soon began to realise that no matter how tall I attempted to build this thing I would never be satisfied because I always wanted it to be taller…and taller…and taller.

Of course that feeling never left me for the entirety of my life up until now, and even though I'm only 26, I know that feeling of longing inside of me will never disappear…it will never ever resolve…and it will never escape me. I need to keep fuelling that fire…fuelling my desire…to win…to be victorious…and to accomplish every fucking thing I want to. Because nothing will stop me…nothing will end me…and nothing will get my damn way until I GET WHAT I DESERVE.

Not let's all put our thinking caps on for a minute! Or an imaginary one I don't care. AND think about this one question. What…does Zach Genesis…deserve?  Well before we dive straight ahead into that one, let's back up a little bit. Ever since arriving in EAW, what has Zach Genesis…accomplished? Well granted I've only been here on this main roster for a month now, yet in that time I've competed in two #1 Contender's Matches, have competed in seven televised matches including doing back-to-back matches, on two consecutive days for two weeks in a row and guess what? I AM YET TO BE PINNED…YET TO BE SUBMITTED! Talk about an impressive debut month huh.

Now here am, diving into my eighth match as a part of the company. A little Triple Threat situation up against both Tristan Reinhardt and Troy Archello. Now what I did desire was a position in that chamber come Road To Redemption…I mean it's a wonderful story with a fairytale ending right? The young kid from Texas after less than two months on the main roster pulls an underdog victory and becomes Answers…World…Champion…talk about your incredible stories right?

But time is running out…there are only two more weeks left before the event WHICH MEANS there are only two more opportunities for me to be able to earn the right…to book my one way plane ticket to Newark, New Jersey for the 20th of December, and to get myself an A-Class, top of the line ticket to all of the action come that Saturday night…inside the Elimination Chamber. 20 tons of woven steel and mesh…a structure that will change every single man who ever has either the pleasure or the displeasure of walking up those steps…and into that demonic structure that extremists and vixens everywhere would call and describe as "Hell's Citadel"…

So I'll be honest with you, in two weeks time? That's what I desire. That's what I crave. And more importantly after what I could arguably describe as one of the greatest debut months in the history of EAW? That's what I DESERVE. But more important, and more closer to the present what I crave, and what i currently possess the will to succeed for right now is to get my hand raised for the fourth time in a row, and officially walk out of lovely Columbus, Ohio with a win on my hands.

Troy…Troy…Troy…you think you're the hottest thing on the earth right now don't ya' son? A lot of hype. A lot of talk. You think that just because management is buzzing around like a bunch of crazy hornets, you think that you are the future of this business right!? That you're going to the chamber right!? BZZT. WRONG. I will show you want it means to be humble son. You want to act like you're a big deal? Then prove it. SHOW ME THAT YOU'RE SHOWDOWN'S NEXT BIG STAR! But as they say…the higher they set you up…the bigger you'll fall and believe me on Columbus? I will PROVE TO THE WHOLE WORLD THAT YOU ARE JUST A ONE. HIT. WONDER! Whilst I…the Texan Nightmare…will have hit after hit AFTER FUCKING HIT.

Tristan Reinhardt. Love the European gimmick you got going on there. OH WHOOPS! ZACH GENESIS JUST BROKE THE FOURTH WALL! Point is major props for you to making it finally to the big leagues there partner…but you are way out of your element. I might have been around here for only a month HOWEVER I've still been here longer than you two have, meaning I STILL KNOW THIS RING BETTER. I KNOW THE WAY SHE TEMPTS YOU…TEMPTS ALL OF US…AND DRIVES US ALL FUCKING INSANE BETTER. I know how the big leagues work…better. Because this ain't a gym in the middle of Kansas were you're lucky if 50 people attend your show anymore…this it the big time…E…A…fuckin' W. Where 15,000 people clammer up in those seats week in week out, and millions at home watch to see what you can do…because if you're new to the fold kid…one mistake…and management will make sure that you learn to NEVER do that again. So this Saturday night I'm going to lace up my boots…chalk up my hands…walk into the ring…and teach the two of you why you should NEVER FUCK WITH THE TEXAN NIGHTMARE.

***
"I slipped away…further from you…trying to find what is real…"


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The shot shows us slow motion footage of a man doing one-handed push ups. All you see is his manly, hairy hand pressed against the cold stone floor as he pushes himself up and down, feeding the burn that is spreading in his muscles. Then we cut to a shot of the man's biceps as it curls up and down thanks to a trusty dumb bell which proves to be a worthy opponent for this bulging mountain of a muscle. Finally the shot cuts to only the man's chest as he perfectly executes pull up after pull up. His sweat rolling down his hairy chest and his muscles tightening with every upward movement.
 
Our Hero: "Damn, that looks tough!" - a voice interrupts this glorious showcase of physical prowess as the hero of this segment slides into the shot - "I could never do more than three of those." - he says as he sticks a hand in his back pocket and pulls out a Twinkie - "See, I don't really believe in pull ups… " - he continues as he unwraps the tasty treat without taking his eyes off the man in front of him - " … 'cause, the way I see it, our lives are so hectic with social media turnin' everythin' upside down … and also gravity. You know they're questionin' gravity? They say it's a bunch of hulabaloo made of baloohoola and those science guys -- they know their stuff, ya'know?" - he says as he takes a big bite and continues speaking with his mouth full - " … and not to mention the economy. I mean, come on, the economy and stuff. So … bad. People can't afford pull ups. Like, in the middle east and Africa. They can't. Thankfully this is America, the land of opportunities, but those poor people man. It's sad." - he says as Twinkie crumbles, or Twumbles, are rolling off his mouth and bouncing off his chin like boulders off a mountain hill - "Freakin' crazy. Thanks Obama. So I don't do that stuff, not for me.
 
Random Wrestler: "So you just sit there eating Twinkies all day? That's how you train for a fight?" - the fellow wrestler puffs out at the top of his pull up
 
Our Hero: "Sort of. I mean, look at it this way; so many epic heroes in history have some magical power up to make them to all banana double decker cake and overcome crazy obstacles. Right? Popeye has Spinach, you pop steroids like Tic-Tacs and me? I have sugary things. I get that sugar high man, makes me all loco but also really happy to breathe mother earth's air. So I'll almost pop someone's head like a grape but also think about the human race as a whole, you know, and how we can get better spiritually."
 
Random Wrestler: "I didn’t understand a damn thing you said."
 
Our Hero: "Oh that happens all the time, don't worry about it. No one ever does."
 
Random Wrestler: "Why do  you think that is?" - the wrestler says as he loosens the death grip he had on the cold hard metal and gets in our hero's face
 
Our Hero: "Hmm … " - he says as he chews, and his mouth forms a mysterious smirk - " … they're afraid of what they'll find out."
 
Random Wrestler: "Is that so?" - he says as he grins in his face
 
Our Hero: "It is. I might be normal, I might be Asian."
 
Random Wrestler: "Pha … " - he mocks as he looks him up and down and wipes off his nose quickly - "You're nuts.." - he says dismissively
 
Our Hero: "No, no …" - he says as he balls up the Twinkie wrapper with one hand - "I'm not just nuts … I'm Donuts!"
 

[Whistling is heard, as you hear what seems to be footsteps. It becomes clear that it is skipping, as Cherish appears in a shredded crop top that says ‘#Team XOXO’. She has a smirk on her face, and she continues to skip around backstage and she runs into Pierre McGuire. Her smirk turns into a grin, as she starts jumping and hitting Pierre in enjoyment.]

Cherish: PIERRE!

Pierre: CHERISH!

[Cherish tries to contain her excitement as she looks at Pierre still grinning.]

Pierre: Yo—

Cherish: No talking, this is a serious moment for me Pierre… I met someone, and I think I found… The one.

Pierre: But what happened to Ke—

Cherish: Pierre shut up! You’re not listening! I met someone on Sunday, and when I first laid my eyes on them, they reminded me of someone in my past life… The beautiful blonde hair, amazingly tan skin… The way they moved, it was flawless… It was… [Cherish takes a deep breath and smiles towards the ceiling] …Angelic. I felt a sense of connection when I saw them, and I knew if they saw me they would feel it too.

Pierre: Who?

Cherish [laughing]: Didn’t you watch Dynasty silly? Kendra Shamez of course! You silly goose, I instantly felt a connection to her, it’s unexplainable but I know she felt it too after her match.

[Cherish starts twirling her hair with her finger, and sways side to side humming a tune. Pierre begins to converse with Cherish and then notices her shirt.]

Pierre: WHERE DID YOU GET THAT SHIRT! I NEED ONE!

Cherish: If I tell you, I have to kill you.

Pierre: Will I still get a shirt though?

[Cherish looks around as if to see if anyone else is listening, and whispers something into Pierre’s ear and he looks back her in amazement.]

Pierre: I need a shirt!

Cherish [sighs]: Fine, but I don’t know if I still want to be in Team XOXO… It’s so hard to keep up with appearances, ya know? And He Who Must Not Be Named told me she is a muggle, and that totally messes up the dynamic of our friendship. Just think about it, I’m super cool and she is… Well… Normal.

Pierre: How long have you guys been a team?

Cherish: For like 20 minutes… But it feels like a lifetime, and what if I disappoint You Know Who and Kendra? Our connection is important to me, and I can’t disappoint them. It’s hard choosing, especially since we were supposed to have this super sweet awesome pizza party, and I like pizza. This is the hardest decision, I have ever had to make in my life.

[As Pierre is trying to help Cherish decide, her face lights up as she is the only one who hears barking. She looks down by her side and starts petting her dog, Pierre looks at her trying to determine what she is doing.]

Cherish: This is my doggy, and he just told me they have pizza on the dark side.

Pierre: Oh, your dog has on the invisibility cloak, I get it now.

Cherish: Are you crazy? He is right here… You are really crazy Pierre, but it’s okay sometimes we all just reach our breaking points. I need you to get it together, because I need you to deliver a message to Maddie and tell her I can’t be apart of Team XOXO anymore. Oh, and tell her no hard feelings on Dynasty this week, I obviously plan on winning so tell her that after my win we can share one last pizza together. This is disheartening, I hope she understands… Well Pierre, it was nice seeing you again and I hope you get the help that you need.

[Cherish pats Pierre McGuire on the shoulder and smiles skipping away as her dog follows. Pierre looks on confused as the camera fades to black.] 

** Flashs of white light shoot through Lochlan's head. They pop up and then go away for some time. They always come back ever since the morning after he woke up after Shock Value. In which he did indeed fall short to Jamie O'Hara. Sadly though, O'Hara doesn't really give credit when it's due. It wasn't easy. It took three Scarlet Dawns to end the match. Lochlan lost, but he fought to the end. So Jamie O'Hara is the reigning New Breed Champion at this point. He fought off Lochlan to the point of no return. Lochlan will have his eye on Jamie and his moves for the future. He will, but... for now. His attention shifts to Sephiroth. His fellow Quality Control memer in which he plans on besting. It's a Pure Rules match. So it's everything they both want. And need. They don't need this because they can't win any other way. Jamie O'Hara got his way and one his title match at Shock Value on his terms ... if everyone remembers Lochlan Rossdale literally fucked Jamie up on Voltage several weeks back. It went to a draw, and that match much like Shock Value carried the same weight... as the NEW BREED TITLE was on the line. Saved by the bell. **

** They need this because fighting with bafoons and wannabes just gets old. Electric ropes? I Mean is that the way you want your great title defense to be remembered? Lochlan did well enough, but it wasn't his domain. They need this because this is what wrestling is all about Pure/Elite Rules. Forever. **

** The flashes come back and go some more. It's late at night. The city of Ottawa is cold and asleep. The city sleeps quietly. Lochlan stumbles into a bar. It is open until about 2am. So Lochlan has a couple hours to drink some more. In the flashes Lochlan see Jamie O'Hara and his defeat over and over again. He sees Zack Crash and hears what he said to him about "numerous" chances. About how he fell short... and to let HIM worry about Jamie. They are like memories, but memories don't literally "hurt" your head do they? **

Lochlan Rossdale: I just need one more. Please.

Bartender: No I'm afraid you're done for tonight. Go on home Loch.

LR: I said give me one more fucking drink. I need this.

Bartender: This is how it's going to be?

** Lochlan grabs the Bartender and threatens him. He complies and pours him a drink. As Lochlan sits down the bartender takes the shot glass and throws it at Lochlan, hitting him in the chin. Hurting him temporarily. **

LR: You've really fucked up dude. 

Bartender: Just get out. You want another one to the face?

** Lochlan leaves the bar, wearing a trenchcoat of dark brown leather. He stumbles to a side street that no one is on at this time of night and he falls. As he falls he hears a clink sound. He finds that he has a bottle of Jack Daniels in his inside pouch. He smiles and swigs it. Then a flash happens again. It is of the reply he was watched over and over. Mercer describing how O'Hara has won, and defeated Lochlan, and how he came up short. How QC is disapointed in him and how he let down what few fans he has left. Outside of Canada he doesn't have many fans. Even in Canada his fans are turning on him. He is no longer the hospitable technical wrestler they once knew. He has changed. **

LR: Fuck man. Why? Why do I have to be so screwed up. Crash thinks he owns me? Is that what he thinks? I didn't let anyone down. Time limit? I should be champion... fuck everthing. Fuck Sephiroth too!

** Lochlan stands up, prepared to charge back into the bar and get his payback for the shot glass shot to the chin. As he power stumbles towards the door. He trips and slams his face on the newspaper machine outside. **


LR: What ... have..

** He passes out. People in the bar gather. Must be all of 8 people that were in there at this time at night on a cold wintery night. Whatever Lochlan is going through is simply Shock Value fallout. He lost his match. He is beating himself up over it badly. Sephiroth is next in line. His focus is on Sephiroth, but he's just having a hard time being him right now. He can't even walk tonight. He fades out of reality and becomes unconscious. What a fool he has become. Did the Shock Value loss really mess him up this much? Was he this fragile all along? Or is he just simply coping with letting QC down and everyone on Voltage down? Only time will tell. **

( Fade in on executive lounge of a fancy gentlemen's club. Jason Walker is sitting on a large leather chair, beside a roaring log fire, a glass of scotch in hand and enjoying the silence. The room is empty apart from Samson standing by the door)

Walker: (looks at camera) Hello Mr Diamond, Hello Mr...Nas? I understand you both have a lot to say and a lot to get off your chest and felt the need to bleat on TV about it. I hope you enjoyed yourselves, it seemed you have a lot of fun. (takes a sip of his scotch) Yes I hope you both truly had fun, because come sunday, the fun ends.
 
(Walker straightens up in his seat and he puts the scotch on the table beside him and steeples his fingers under his chin)

Walker: Mr Diamond, you asked me if I had watched what happened last week? No, no I hadn't. I didn't watch last week because what happened before does not interest me. What happens from this moment is all that matters.

(He clears his throat)

Walker: You see, Gentlemen, I do not have any fancy catchphrases or little shout out words to make me seem like a big man, I don't shout bang or ask if people can smell what I am cooking, like some wannabe backyard wrestler. No, what I have is the truth, the truth is you two are looking past myself and EJ Murray. You are looking toward a match with one Jamie O'Hara, and that my friend, is a mistake. You have to look toward sunday and realise that you may not make it to your match with Jamie because what I and what Blood Money plan to do to you on Sunday is completely destroy you both.

(Walker takes a small drink from this scotch glass and lets out a small breath)

Walker: The time for fancy talking and stupid catchphrases is over Gentlemen, it's put up or shut up. I would prefer it if you both shut up and show me what you have in the ring. What you see before you is my calm demeanour, but when I step between those ropes and get in the ring, you will be seeing a very different animal. I do what needs to be done to win. Winning to me isn't about that 1,2, 3 count in the ring, it's about complete destruction and humiliation of my opponent. So come sunday, I must break you, break you in the middle of the ring to send a message to you and everyone else in the back.

(Walker stands up now and finishes his scotch)

Walker: It's that simple Nas, because EAW is coming to an end, your time is over. The days of smart talking and calling people jabronis or shouting BANG as if it means something are done, and the time of EAW is over. My ascension is coming and you are just two very small stepping stones to me becoming the dominant force in EAW. Good night Gentlemen and see you sunday.

(Walker exits the room with Samson following as we fade out)

The time for Swan Songs is to be expected after such a signature victory over EAW's greatest pretenders: Not Elite. Pretender, they have surely proven to be. After yet another loss to RAGNAROK, Not Elite has crumbled into a pile of ashes, and RAGNAROK is seen as the monopoly once more. Normally, after such a feat... it would be custom to celebrate... to relax... or even to crown one self. But Lannister is too wise for such folly, as he knows that you should never trust the idea of comfort. From solutions to resolutions - it is only that of position to lose. Structure can only last on its own for so long - and Lannister has come to grips with such a daunting reality. And because of this, Lannister and his RAGNAROK brethren have agreed upon taking a month's break from our joint motive. But this is why it pays to be Lannister... where the subject to change, is a subject that Lannister can sustain. Keep following Lannister... not as three, but one. And within this conquest, the one has become one of six. Lannister still has an obligation to honor, a sacred vow for this to become, in all reality, one of third. Are you following, Lannister, still? The one of three, has become one of third... for Lannister and Jake Sean are one-third of the conflicting empires of state.

But before Lannister can focus on such an inflicting battle that shall ensue, Lannister must muster his thought back into the idea of now... the idea of Diamante Cash. Lannister would like nothing more than to meet up with Diamante Cash on that night of Friday. But something seems amiss, a realm of doubt. Perhaps it's just a chamber of thought... but nonetheless, the chamber is ever falsely formed. Why is it, that Lannister has come to be slated against a man in the state of comatose? Is this a joke? Or is this simply the tale of a man who finds himself in the land of confusion? A man that has purposely kept quiet, avoiding the ramifications of what would otherwise be an admitted justification? Lannister is not a mind-reader, or else he would know the answers to his own questions... but if Lannister were to ever wander into such territory, Lannister would be sure to find this Cash crying out for a road of redemption.

Tell Lannister, Cash, for this world you have built, what is left of the rubble you have caused? Lannister has seen you from afar - but only from afar. It's hard for Lannister to get close when a man like yourself, is notorious for burning every bridge he's come to know. Why is it so Cash, that you have turned the tables on the Answers of Ext... Elite Wrestling? It could be argued that Lannister is the man with the right motives in such a match-up. This change of perception - this vicious cycle you have created has only led you to channeling your own despair. Lannister knows you are a man of many enemies, who has condemned the consequences. Cash has changed from lunatic to hopelessly alone. The world can only take so much change, my friend, Lannister hopes you realize that. Lannister hopes you don't mind him calling you friend, but Lannister is not of the type to ask for your permission one way or the other. You'll soon see that for yourself, but Lannister is also accustomed to the fact that neither are you. Mayhaps you will be too stubborn to accept Lannister's generous gesture, but that is exactly what Lannister will grow to expect. It will not make Lannister another enemy unless provoked. Lannister knows to never question a man's true nature, it just so happens that you are that of the lone-wolf kind. And Lannister respects that about you Diamante Cash. Cash, you are different from many of my other opponents - those that lust for power. No, no... you're much more complicated than that, aren't you? A man that not only despises power, but has this unlearning infinity to twist the machine upon itself. But what if Lannister told you Cash, that the barrier between you and what you aspire, is the reflection of your own-self?

Mirror, mirror on the wall... which Diamante Cash is the truest of them all? But perhaps Lannister has no use of asking such a question. Lannister can at least assume that the face Cash meets in the mirror every day is much more true than the one Cash wishes to perceive. Unfortunately for you, Cash, Lannister may not be a psychologist... Lannister may not be doctor, but Lannister is the one seer of all. Cash - Unpredictable? Yes. Well... actually, not so fast. It could be argued, Lannister's good friend, that you are as predictable as they come. When a cog in the machine has come undone... or for lack of better words, loosened up, there becomes the means to overcompensate. And that is where you and your mentality come in, Cash. Take that as no slight, because Lannister does not mean it as one. But Lannister knows, from his great friend and fellow tag team championship partner Psycho Brody - that it pays to be insane. But I am afraid, Cash, that the writing is simply on the walls for this one. Have no fear, Lannister thinks you're fun, so he won't go out there with the mentality of sending you to the fourth row - so he will not. Perhaps Lannister sees this as a golden opportunity for a scouting report - but what is there to pick up on that Lannister already knows? Mayhaps it just goes back to what Lannister alluded to earlier - just getting to know you better. A bridge burned is still a bridge once used. Perhaps Lannister can teach you a thing or two, no? Or could it simply be for Lannister to test out his theory - that Diamante Cash is nothing but a crazed perception that has no merit when squared against a man who Cash has no reason to hate? But don't you have a worry, Cash, Lannister is not playing a game of 21 questions with you, nor that of a riddled game in that puny, Brian Danny head of yours. It's just... the moment of truth, the state of calm before the storm has many, many winding roads. And Lannister would like to experience them all... either it be at the cost of your redemption... or Lannister's debt!

Lannister shall see you soon, Cash... on this side of the road. Or the other.

...Come find Lannister when you wake up.

Everyone has been wondering where my head is at and how I'm feeling after this past Sunday. They've been wondering if I'm upset because Aren Mstislav beat me. They've been wondering if I've considered retiring. Now that I've had a couple of days to myself, I'm going to tell you with a clear conscience that I'm not upset and I haven't. I'm more happy, if anything, for Aren Mstislav. Why should I be upset? Aren Mstislav and I had one hell of a match, arguably the match of the night/week. That match wasn't about the National Extreme Championship --- it never was. At least, not for me. Which is why I'm not retiring any time soon. My mind is cleared and I know everything that's been placed in front of me is an opportunity. I'm not whining or complaining. My concentration may have been led astray for a bit and that isn't to say it won't happen again but I'm focused. I've never been more focused than I am now. I just have to remain focused and move forward because I still have to prove everyone that I'm one of the best in EAW history. I still have to show everyone that I'm here to stay and that I deserve everything I've accomplished and will accomplish. It's funny though because after everything that I've been through, after everything that I've done, there are a few who think I haven't endured everything there is to endure in this business. What's even funnier is that I've been in this business longer than any of them and if they think I haven't endured a lot in my career, then they obviously don't know me. They don't know what it means to struggle. They don't know this business like I do. That's why it's funny --- no, it's hilarious --- hilarious that they think they know me as much as they say they do. I have nothing to prove to them, nothing to show to them, there's absolutely nothing I want from them but for them to shut their mouth. Which I have no problem in doing myself if that's how it's going to be. Though, I don't think that'd be very smart of them because the last thing they'd want to do is try me.

My opponent this week on Dynasty wouldn't want to either because if he does? Well, if he does, then I'm just going to have to make sure he doesn't do it again. Don't take that as a threat. Rather, more of a guarantee. My opponent has no idea what he's in for, even if it's not the first time with been in the ring together. I say that because he hasn't tried or tried at all the couple of other times we have been. My opponent? Christopher Corrupt. I'm going to be honest with you, I wasn't too impressed the last time we were in the ring together. I wasn't as impressed as everyone else was with you. Maybe I expected more from you? Maybe... I thought you'd be somewhat of a challenge then. Maybe you could have been the one to take the National Extreme Championship away from me. Either way, you disappointed me and so, I'm not expecting very much from you this week on Dynasty. I'm really not. I will say, however, if these past couple of weeks tell me anything? It's that you have exactly what it takes to be something here in EAW. You have what it takes but the thing is, Corrupt, is that you're incapable of being consistent. How are you going to be successful here in EAW if you aren't? Hell, how are you going to be successful in life if you aren't? Huh? I want to know, Corrupt. Just how. Because if you're only going to be consistent every once and in a while, then you have no purpose here, you might as well give up now while you can. It seems though that you aren't the only one who doesn't understand that. Because there's been so many who have been incapable of being consistent. They would be though if there was something in it for them. If they were in a big match. If there's a World title on the line. In certain circumstances, they'd be willing to give a little more to it. Unfortunately for them, that isn't how it works around here, especially in life. You get as much as you give. That's how it is but none of them understand that and so they whine and complain. If that's you, Corrupt, then I suggest you don't even bother or you're going to get severely hurt.

For your own sake.

(The scene opens up to Wraith sitting alone on a bench in a private locker room, tapping his fists with black tape and looking intently into a mirror. His hair is jet black with dark crimson streaks through some of the tips, like that of fresh blood. He tightens his fist to make sure the tape is tight as he gets up in his usual black ring attire with a red dragon design going through it. He walks over to a old punching bag and strikes it as hard as he can with a right hand, shaking it tremendously. He then opens his fist and closes it again, shaking his hand a little. He cracks a smile before looking at the camera.)

Wraith: I never in a million years thought I would be stepping into this outfit again, stepping into the circled square again to be placed into a match that I did not book. But no matter, I have the power in this situation, like I do every other situation in this life as I did in the past one. Not Monroe, not Adams, not Crash, and certainly not the board of directors could ever hope to place me into a corner in which would not be inescapable. I give you the reason why, and that is because while they have the "power" to make matches, and make careers for these people of this company...I have the power to take it all away. Not because I am a man who is over seven feet tall, and not because I am a man who wears the badge of general manager. I will take it all away because I simply have no inner voice that guides me. Ryan Adams, in all his might has a inner voice that tells him when he is wrong. Its hard as hell for him to admit, but he has it. Zack Crash, the chairman of the board has one also, in all his corrupt ways has that inner voice that twists a knife into his stomach when he goes to far. See, they can be callous as they want, and torture people for a while, hurting their bodies...hurting their wallets...and breaking their spirit. Which is all fine and well for what they do, they are good at it. But have either of them truly seen the other side of what they do? Have those men, who fight for power...fight for justice...hell even fight for their own selfish prides and paychecks. Do they truly see the broken people that they make who they come in contact with from their side of the chess board after their defeat? Do you put yourselves in that persons shoes and see if you can walk after the beating?

(Wraith kicks the punching bag with his right foot, big boot style, as the rusted chain breaks and the bag falls to the floor. He looks at it for a minute before he begins to walk back towards the mirror he stared at deeply before. Wraith stares into it as he begins to speak once more.)

Wraith: Because if you place yourselves in their shoes and you can walk, then you merely slowed down their career from rising from the top. You merely were a stepping stone to those men and women who you "crushed". See that's what makes me the one who is different. I want to place myself in the shoes of my opponent and not be able to move, but be able to just crumble where I stand and fall into despair and not get up again. I want to feel total destruction of ones heart and soul for what they do. It isn't about running a company, it isn't about destroying a man, and it sure is not about winning a world title for me. For me, it is for the simple reason that I want to look through the eyes of my adversary and see nothing but despair. See when I look through the eyes of Psycho Brody I see that, I see a man who is broken from the inside out, and that alone made him a good choice to be set loose on the Dynasty roster. I bring to the table a viciousness like no other, not in power and might...not in extreme behavior or callous behavior. But I bring a side where nothing is left untapped. Nothing in the hatred from one man to another gets away. The only reason I refuse to have enemies is because I want every man, woman and child that comes across me to know that in the very end, I was the one that placed the final nail in their coffin.

(Wraith steps back over to the bench he sat on, and grabs his black leather gym bag and grabs a Kevin Devastation t shirt out of it and puts it on, and puts the bag over his shoulder and begins to walk out of the locker room, before looking back at the camera one final time.)

Wraith: Just like Tiberius will know, that the keys to the kingdom would have been his if he had done what was best for him, what was best for Kevin Devastation, and what was best for all of Dynasty. But in one fatal action...he sealed his fate, he sealed Kevin Devastations fate, and he sealed the Dynasty Rosters fate. He made a desperate man turn to his own dark past for help, awakening a inner evil that we all know is capable of turning any "dream" into a nightmare. And now the world will suffer as Tiberius Jones little Cinderella story is coming to an end, and at the strike of midnight he turns back into what he truly is. And that alone will make everyone stop and look, and then realize that a young man had tempted his fate, and opened Pandora box. And the world will stand still in time, as the world crumbles around one being. And that being is me, because my name is Wraith...And I thank you all for attending the begging of the end of Tiberius Jones.

(Wraith shuts the light off as the camera goes to black.)

(Fade in on a private gym, camera pans along the equipment and we hear thudding sounds, we pan over to a hanging punch bag. Samson is holding it steady whilst Walker throws jabs at it, slow then fast, he finishes it off with a spin kick. He stops and grabs a towel from the rail beside him and wipes the sweat from his face. He turns to face the camera and takes a drink of water)

Walker: So I have a match this sunday night, good. Things are moving and my plans are in motion, I have waiting and now my time has come. On Sunday night I step into an EAW ring for the first time in a tag team match with EJ Murray, nicknamed Blood Money. (pause) Yes I can accept that he is untested and a bit of an uncouth mountain of a man, but he will do as a partner for now, I will not pass judgement until I see him in action. As for my opponents....

(Samson laughs)

Walker: Well if you could call them that, first of all Donny Diamond, a cigar chomping has-been who wants to pretend the world hasn't passed him by, well old man, it has. You may call yourself many things, I just call you....nothing, because that is what you are to me. I am sure you think yourself a big man and someone to be reckoned with, your out of nowhere Diamond Cutter would be something to be feared, if it were coming from a younger man, from you it's telegraphed a mile away and does not scare me one bit. So on your way old man, best to leave EAW now before I
take it down.

(Walker walks across the gym and stops at a bench and sits down)

Walker: Next is his partner The Nas. The Nas! Just another punk to beat down on my way to destroying the EAW. Nas, you mean nothing to me except a hurdle. A hurdle that I and EJ Murray will leave broken and beaten in the middle of the ring. And as you lay there in the middle of the ring, pain will be coursing through you, you'll have enough energy to open your eyes and look up and all you'll see is my face looking down on as I spit on your broken face, the spit will mix with your tears as you think: "why did I do this? why did I step into the ring with these guys? it was too much for me" You'll try to look across at your partner Donny Diamond but he'll be unable to help you as he will be lying outside the ring a broken mess, crawling toward his zimmer frame, pleading for help from the laughing crowd.

(Walker smiles and leans back, his eyes upward)

Walker: Nas, I don't say these things out of hatred, I say them out of truth. You call yourself the People's Choice, if that is true then the people need to take a long look at their choice and choose again.

(Walker looks at the camera again)

Walker: Donny Diamond, Nas, what awaits you on Sunday night is utter humiliation. EJ Murray and I will destroy you both in that ring, and when it's all finished, you will be remebered a footnote in my acension to the top of the EAW.

(Fade out)