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Shock Value #3

Close But No Cigar

** Lonliness has always been a friend of Lochlan. It waits and hovers around his mind and soul. Then when the timing is right, it comes along like it has a present. The present is the constant reminder that he isn't truly alone. Lonliness is his friend. Since you've all met Lochlan Rossdale. You have come to know a little bit about his upbringing, his trainer, and his long childhood friend. (Ralph and Lorraine) Lochlan started out as a good guy. The true face of wrestling. Always staying late for autographs. Taking time out of his personal meals in public or any other personal time he has to meet and chat with a fan. He wanted to be liked. It was important for him. Lochlan was your classic... work hard, be yourself and you'll get far kind of guy. What happened? What in the hell has happened? **

** As we now know, Lochlan is somewhat far removed from this mind set. He's become fairly selfish. He still cares about the kids and what they think. He'll still sign something or take a picture with a young fan, to be polite. He no longer enjoys this though. He does it to be nice. Before he would be pleasant because he was a nice guy. One of the good guys. His obsession with the New Breed title amoung other things has made him a different person. A stronger person. The changing point was that Lochlan knew that Elite Wrestling would always win out. This movement is strong and vibrant. People like O'Hara, Collin Lightening, Savage and most of the roster on Voltage need weapons in order to enhance what they lack in skill. Technical skill. That is the truth of the matter. So Lochlan took a chair one night on Voltage and smacked the shit out of Jamie O'Hara. Message sent, enjoy the fallout was the words of the night. Lochlan could of put down O'Hara that night without a chair, but the mockish way to use a weapon, in his own fucked up way to join Quality Control was perfect. Just perfect. The irony was briliant. Ever since joining Quality Control, Lochlan could fucking care less about what the fans want to see. They won't see weapons in Lochlan's matches. Not by Lochlan's choices. Using a weapon on O'Hara in turning to join QC was just golden. Ask Midas Matt. **

** To be clear about Lochlan and where he stands... he's a changed man. He's dedicated more than ever, but the main difference is that he's more cynical, more vicious (See Drew Stevenson's leg) and less aware of what people think. He's loyal to Y2Impact and Elite Wrestling. Skilled wrestlers win. Clowns with tools of ignorance don't. Lochlan Rossdale is almost to the point of no return. He'll do whatever it takes to put those in their rightful places. (See Diana) He enjoys those that come at him in full stride. It's easier to counter that way. Over aggression is a weakness, calculated tactics are not. O'Hara as been marginalized for weeks. The time is now. **

** The scene opens up in a bar. The EAW camera crew has been enjoying their no limit access to Lochlan these past few days. It's very dim. Almost looks as if candles are lit. It's too dim really. The clatter of glasses and mild chatter ring throughout the bar. It seats maybe 30 people, in the back of the bar there's a corner table that would normally seat 4 people. It just has one. Lochlan flickers a light from a lighter. The EAW crew of 2 men walk towards him. They couldn't find him until now. There's a couple tvs on the wall playing hockey. It's actually showing the end of the Ottawa Senators/Nashville Predators game. Lochlan has his Daniel Alfredsson jersey on, hair is in a pony tail and he's looking quite relaxed. The camera crew very slowly make their way over. **

Camera Man: We should use a spot light overhead.

Lochlan: No you're not going to do that. This is my fucking right. I gave you access.

Camera Man: Alright whatever you say dude. You ready to do this? I didn't know you started smoking.

Lochlan: I do not smoke. This lighter was already here. Someone with poor treatment of their body left this here. I was trying to signal you idiots to get over here. I've been waiting for about 15 minutes or so. What took so long?

Camera Man: Sorry Lochlan, we've been at the front up there. We thought you weren't here.

Lochlan: Whatever. Lets do this. I will be having a drink though. Get me a Molson Canadian.

Camera Man: Sure thing. Be right back. Try not to piss him off.

Camera Man 2: Um yeah.

** The Camera dude goes to get Lochlan 2 Molson Canadian beers. He comes back and sets them on the oak table. It's an older bar, but still quite nice. Not a slum, but not high end. Just a nice bar anyone could go to. It has a pleasant smell surprisingly. The bottle clack as the camera man sets them down on the table. He gently slides them over to Lochlan. **

Camera Man: Alright. Rolling in three, two... (Points finger)

Lochlan Rossdale: Jamie. We're just going to have to point out some things to you. And the rest of the world that has any sense. I've basically beaten you. The bell saved you. I'll not say it again. You have to be weak going into this match at Shock Value. You have to be. I've fucked you up time and time again. I've beaten you in a tag match, I've gotten the better end of you overall. That is certain. I've smashed your ass with a chair when I joined the greatest... fucking stable of all time. Quality Control. I don't need them to back me! You got your electric ropes you damn fool. You don't need any other weapons. Hell you won't be able to get outside the ropes to get any anyways. If you do... they will come for you, and I'll smoke you out again. All of our encounters have always had you looking nervous, fairly quiet. There's still good in you. That good is gone in me.

LR: What really burns me is that you really believe I'm just this overrated... loon. Couldn't be farther from that. I am Elite. Elite Wrestling is taking this place over. Weapons are non sense. So soak it all up O'Hara. Cling to what stability you have left. The past few weeks have made you look so fucking hollow. You're a hollow man. That is clear. You know this. You've shown us that. After all the pain I've put you through... you are definitely hurting coming into this match. Hell just my presence alone was enough to fuck you up against Sephiroth. You lost. You act like using Diana as an example was classless? I don't care what you think. What any of these people think. They might not like me so much anymore... but they pay to see skill. They pay to see Elite. Quality Control is Elite. We are the future. Just watch the parade stroll right on by O'Hara. If you're not with us, you're against us. Simple as that.

LR: You talk about the past not mattering? The past repeats itself. I've beaten you down so badly the bell saved you. So please save it. Just save it. Stop pumping your deflated ego up with fake air. I deserve to be here. I am the future of EAW. You gave me a rematch you fool because you had to. I exposed you on Voltage just one month ago. Don't you remember? You were exposed to the world. You were damn lucky to survive that. Then I accepted your "take the high road" offer for a title rematch with a chair shot to your fucking head. You hear but you don't listen. That is your problem.

LR: Look. Enough is enough. This all ends at Shock Value. I'll show the world that I'm far more technical than you. I have more pride and dedication than you. I've taken you to the edge, and in the end... you'll fall short. It's so fucking clear to me. Why can't you see it? I know. Because you live through an Illusion. You always have. Take it as it comes. Relive the past, because it's going to get worse for you. The title you hold is mine. It is mine. Polish it up for me. Show me that respect at least. This match will not be a walk in the park. It won't be. I do expect to handle you fairly well though. In the end. You just don't have enough to beat me. You're a close but no cigar kind of guy. Close just doesn't cut it.

** Lochlan gets up, and breaks both of his now empty Molson bottles against the wall. Walks out and throws the bartender a 20.00 to cover the mess. Nothing can stop Lochlan now. He's made his point. He has prepared for this. It will be now or never. Brace yourself. The time is now. **

CHAPTER 6 - TIMING
(Showdown Promo)

"I'm a human machine, laced with hidden disease…" - "Flesh Into Gear" by CKY

***

Timing? Timing is key. Timing is everything. Every single little moment in life, that we plan for, wait for, anticipate for, try to get through? It all comes down to timing. Hell, I'll even go one further, I dare say it just doesn't come down to timing, it all comes down…to a matter of seconds. It's funny how one second can magically change everything right? How things can go from absolutely fucking amazing to absolutely fucking terrible in a second. Your life flashing before your eyes…disappearing away from you…gone…just. like. THAT.

This time 6 years ago, it was back in the SWS, the Southern Wrestling Syndicate. Wrestling a match against some new powerhouse kid (you know the kind, big muscle, no charisma), called Aaron Murdoch. 6 foot 7, 280 pounds, you know, the kind of guy that thinks the best way to solving every problem is just to smash his way through it. Anyway this kid was green as a pod of peas, which means he doesn't know how to wrestle, doesn't know how to sell but the worst part about it? He doesn't know how to perform moves properly.

Anyway it was this kid's debut after spending only one month in wrestling school, and his trainer some hack of a former star declares that this kid Aaron is, "the future" of this business so surprise, surprise, I've been asked to go against in his first match. Management asked me if I was okay with this and in a split second I said, "Sure, I'll wrestle this kid!" but at the same time in just one second I could have decided, "no, the kid's not experienced enough", and with a second's difference…well…I might have never broken my goddamn neck.

So in the ring now of this match. Things were going okay he can do the basics…UNTIL he decided for some fucking reason to powerbomb me. Now that's okay HOWEVER he also realised that halfway through the move he wasn't going to have the strength to lift me up. So yeah I flipped to try and take the move but he realised he couldn't do it so instead of…oh I don't fucking know realising he couldn't do it so wait for me to land on the ground but he tries TO DO THE MOVE ANYWAY, FALLS OVER AND PLANTS ME HEAD FIRST DIRECTLY ON THE CANVAS.

The second my head hit the canvas I tried not to scream out in pain, but I did. Of course him being green and not knowing what was going on he thought I was "selling it" and tried to pick me up but I kicked him away, still clutching my neck. The ref knew what was going on and signalled to the back, I was stretchered away, 14 months of rehab, blah blah blah, you know the rest. Point is what I mean here in this situation? Is that TIMING is everything. All it took was a matter of seconds for me to break my neck. All it took was a matter of seconds and the move could have been avoided…the match could have been avoided…

Likewise how this week's edition of Showdown like last week's was a "Beat The Clock" situation. This time against Bryan Rodgers…three times I've faced you man and you know what? I respect you. You're a boxer, and that's gotta be a tough job and now you're making the transition into wrestling so major props there BUT you're going to realise that this is a wrestling ring not a boxing ring. The boxing ring might be your turf, but the wrestling ring? The very space that I've sacrificed my body too? The art form that I have and will devote my entire life to perfecting? That's my ground. My home. My hell…but it's where I belong.

And in this whole, "Beat The Clock" game? I can guarantee that I will be victorious, because facts are facts Rodgers. Since coming here in EAW? I've yet to be pinned and I've yet to be submitted. And I sure as hell am going to keep it that way. Beat The Clock? A matter of seconds once again my man. Hell the entire concept comes down to seconds! If you get ahead in the rankings, and if you pin your opponent…or submit them just ONE SECOND FASTER than them?

You win. You get your title shot. You're heading to RTR '14 to compete in the Elimination Chamber…the Devil's Playground…to compete for the richest prize in the game. The EAW Answers World Championship…because no matter how hard you push yourself if you don't give it your all, and if you don't do it because you have no passion…and MOST IMPORTANTLY if you DON'T DO IT because you don't possess the drive and momentum to succeed!? OR GET YOUR HANDS ON THAT TITLE!? Then you WON'T WIN THE MATCH. PERIOD. You WON'T WIN THE BEAT THE CLOCK CHALLENGE. PERIOD. And you DON'T EVEN DESERVE it in the first place either.

So yeah? Summary of this here today? TIMING. IS. EVERYTHING. All it takes is just three seconds - that is the difference between you winning…and you losing…but you combine that with the fact that this has now become a "Beat The Clock" contest? Second are just so…so more…important. THREE SECONDS will pin someone but if you are one second to slow? Then it doesn't matter. You've lost. You might have won the match or been on the road to winning the match but you still lost overall. Because I know timing is important. So when we officially head in to Alaska this weekend, I'm going to keep one eye on you and one eye one the clock my friend and trust me Bryan Rodgers I'm not just going to beat you…I'm going to beat you as fast as I possibly and humanly can. So Bryan? Make sure seatbelt is fastened on…because in Anchorage? It's going to be one…wild…ride.

***

"You live in fear of being something you didn't want to…"

What do you see when you look into these eyes? You probably see a mercenary, maybe you think that Diamond Cage only does work for the people who pay him, or maybe in this case gives him World Championship promises that well is all he ever works for. That isn't the case, I look at it as other people trying their luck, Zack Crash tried his luck at Territorial Invasion, he is playing a dangerous game, a dangerous game with a dangerous man. I told him not to fuck me over, and what does he do, he fucks me over, I told DDD not to fuck me over, and he fucks me over, now if I have to set this company ablaze or stab myself with railroad spikes like some pretend emo wannabe jackass for people to realize that I am not playing around, I won't stoop that low because unlike others I know deep down that as great as I am at playing this game, someone is always right there above me playing this game to perfection. I was preparing on fighting Hades at the Showdown Super-show, and damn it I was more prepared than the main event of Justified Reckoning 2012, I was more prepared than Grand Rampage 2013 and 2014, hell I was even more prepared than my Pain for Pride classic with Starr Stan. And damn it in all of those matches, I always put on a performance that would leave people talking. And damn it I am tired of that, I am sick of this shit. I am sick of dealing with Zack Crash, I am sick of being in a company that is just filled with politics more than ever. I am sick and tired of being downgraded like I don't have more than enough fire power and intensity left in my tank that would last me ten more years, and in those ten years I would still be fucked over. Maybe since I haven't been talking to you folks you probably look at me, like I am easy pickings, like I still won't set myself on fire in an attempt to set you on fire. Like I still won't take all the punishment you have to deliver just to deliver the final blow to get the victory. Well newsflash for anyone who thinks something remotely close to that, I haven't been pinned in an EAW ring, whether it be live events, broadcast or even Free Per Views, since Grand Rampage 2014. I am more deserving than Mr. Cash in the Vault himself, I am more deserving than Devan Dubian, I am more deserving than anyone you put before me to be the champion. Funny story, when I first came to EAW the Voltage brand was my home, this is where the bullshit started to be honest with you, I had groups like Generation Next and my own best friend Pyrite stabbing me in the back, and then I beat Pyrite and I am the one sent off Voltage? I am kicking Moonlight Predator's ass, yet I don't get my deserved Elite title shot? But he is spending main event money and I am here bottom feeding at Cash in the Vault losing to guys who don't even give a fuck about what they are doing like Eddie Mack.

Maybe quitting was an option, maybe I should have packed my bags and leave, maybe I should have burned every pair of wrestling boots I have in my closet, but I didn't. Something told me that my day will come, everyone is telling me “In due time” and then I keep hearing, “2013 will be your year” it's 2014 now, “2014 will be your year” we are almost at the end of this fucking year and I haven't been given the fair championship title match I deserve. But moving on, Xavier said something I found real cute, he said “I may not know what runs through DC's mind, but I know what he is capable of” Son let me tell you, if you don't know what runs through this fucking head and what keeps me up at night, you do not know what I am capable of, you damn sure do not know what I am capable in matches like this because well... IT'S A FIRST TIME EVER! And I love first time ever things, like my first time ever divorce I'm dealing with now, my first time ever Electric Death Match, so what am I capable of Xavier? Am I capable of fucking up? Trusting the wrong people, because that seems to be what I am known for nowadays, my whole career was an empty promise, yours filled with promises, everyone praising you. Dark Demon creating that fire that has been burning your ass every since and has made you think you have worked hard. I've been carrying this company on MY BACK! My three years, puts Mr. DEDEDE's years in this company to shame. No one has done what I have done and walked the path I have walked and I love it, I love getting up after failure, I mean yeah it sucks. But I love it, because you can knock me down. You can't keep me down, it's always been like that you know, they always try to keep a bad guy down. I'm willing to die Xavier, are you? Are you willing to die? Because I always step in this ring prepared to die. Because that is the only way I'll be satisfied leaving an EAW ring, dead. And if it happens at Shock Value, so be it. We can burn together, but I'll make sure you die first Xavier, see when a guy like Demon said he was going to kill or do this, no one really believed him, well I sure as hell didn't. The guy can barely deal with women, but when a guy like Diamond Cage says he's going to do something it comes to fruition. It is truth, see Xavier I don't think you understand the levity of the situation you are in. To hell with your briefcase, I just want to get a good look at the “future” the guy whose suppose to be carrying EAW while I am his understudy when he can't make one of the shows and wants to move on to something else in his career. Maybe the future should run through Diamond Cage, because I am the present, and if god is my witness I'll sure as hell be the future. Xavier you basically said you are going to kick my ass at Shock Value, you? Have my head on a stick? In what fucking universe will that ever be an image any of these people will see? Xavier if it is my fault as to why I am not the World Champion, why'd you join Team Crash in the first place? Why'd you kiss my ass in your little cheap promos as to why I am one of the guys you are fighting for when you joined Team Crash? See hypocritical young bitches like you are the reason this world is going to shit. You were all like “Guys like DC deserve this and that” YOU WERE ONE OF THE PEOPLE KISSING MY ASS, JUST LIKE ZACK WAS KISSING MY ASS! So you are a hypocrite too, just like Dark Demon, why am I so surprised. Xavier you talk a lot, you are biting off more than you can chew, and really I don't blame you, maybe you are on of these young punks who think since I haven't been talking lately and caring about any of my actions that maybe I can't keep up with you. At Shock Value I want you to watch, and feel me out perform you, and show you why I am the best and hardest working man in this industry today. I realized that you only use me to make you look better, I take offense to that, you will be an excuse, but I promise you Xavier, you'll be an excuse I eradicate for good. IF I HAVE TO DIE, THEN LET ME DIE IN A WRESTLING RING! Because that is what I am, a wrestler, I'm not an EAW extremist, I'm unlike anything you've ever seen or ever had to deal with and I hope to god you underrate me, I hope to god you walk in with a shit eating grin, feeling untouchable, like a bag of money brother. Feel great, I'll be the dark cloud, I'll be misery, agony, pain and suffering all wrapped up in one little ball and I'll serve it to you cold, and then once you get the shitty taste out of your mouth. You'll become humble and realize that was the best shit you've ever had in your life, you needed it man, it made you realize that maybe your shit does stink. Maybe you do deserve to be at the back of the line, while I am in the front like I should be. Hell man, I haven't been beaten since Grand Rampage 2014, and even the guy who beat me needed three others to leave the arena with that championship. I've been shocked before Xavier, did you watch Territorial Invasion 2013? I took out an entire Riot Squad, can you just imagine what I can do when it's just one guy I really can't stand. God I would just LOVE to be in your shoes!

Shock Value Promo 2

finally...

Finally...

FINALLY!

[[The camera opens up to The Nas and Roy Simmons strategizing for The Nas's battle royal at Shock Value.]]

Roy: Okay son, lemme tell'ya from experiance. I have been in countless battle royals in my day, and I've won quite a few of them! You see forming aliances and keeping a low profile during the match are tride and true tactics in order to help you pick up the big win, but remember to watch your back because you never know when someone might turn on you. So always stay three steps ahead of the rest of the pack and make sure if anyone is double crossing anyone throughout the night that it is you and not any of them. Got that boy?

Nas: Right pops. Now ya see, The Nas says he heard what Zach Genesis as well as Mustafa and Pantera had to say. Now is The Nas honestly surprised that Mustafa and Pantera are running their damn mouths? Of course he isn't. You see what The Nas says is that he's gonna make this very simple for you two dimwitted piece's of trash. The Nas is going to enter the battle royal as the best man, and he will leave the battle royal as the best man. As simple as that. The Nas is going to have his hand raised high as he inhales the electricity and takes in that moment which will be simply spectacular. Now The Nas has absolutely no idea as to why you are going on about why you are going into this deep description of his name's meaning. Yes that is correct, the name Nasir means "One who gives great help." Congradu-damn-lations, what the hell do you want a gold sticker?! The Nas says it DOESN'T MATTER IF YOU KNOW WHAT HIS NAME MEANS! However the meaning of his name itself is VERY important for BOTH of you two to keep in the back of your minds. Yes The Nas gives great help. But not in the way you two jabronies forsee it. Oh and don't get your panties in a bunch you prisses. The Nas is going to give you great help aswell. He is going to help you by showing you, the light. Pantera Negra. You need GAWD in your life, and good for you he wants to enlighten you as well. You see Mustafa, what you fail to realise is that I am these people's choice. They want me to win this match more than any other man participating in it! You can talk all you want and make all the cheap put downs all you want but The Nas says he just doesn't give a damn! That's souly because come 24 hours...times up.

Roy: My son is gonna whoop your little representative good! He'll give him a good old fashioned ass kicking just like I used to give boys like him back in the day. Ya see I'm a highly qualified and decorated superstar in history. I know every word of what I speak to Nasir here for a fact because everything I tell him and teach him I have gone through or seen others go through back when I was in his shoes. Mustafa how could you possibly help out Pantera Negra on that kind of level. The answer is easy, you CAN'T! But I'll tell you what my boy Nas can and WILL DO! He's going to win this Shock Collar Battle Royal BY ANY MEANS NESSESARY!

The Nas: Haha If ya smell what The Nas is cookin.

[[The Nas gives a cheap smirk to the camera as Roy pats his son on the chest and mouths words into his ear as the camera fades.]]

FINALLY!

Finally...

finally...

Norman, I’m glad you are finally feeling some pride in yourself. Your proud of your recent accomplishments. Normally, you should be proud of what you’ve accomplished in the past few weeks. A win over me? OF COURSE! What man wouldn’t be proud of that? What creature wouldn’t put that at the top of his accomplishments? I’d put that at the top of your list, Norman, because it is the best you are ever going to get. Your hot streak is going to come to screeching halt. You qualifying for the elimination chamber at Road to Redemption will mean NOTHING, because you won’t even make it to the free-per-view. You won’t even make it out of Arizona. I told you we are leaving RAGNAROK for dead in the scorching deserts of Arizona. That is where your “hot” streak will be put out. You think the electric currents will jump start your career even further, but by the time the currents stop there won’t even be a pulse left in your body. Your rotting corpse will have nothing left inside but the echoing sounds of Peter before the currents finally surge out of your body. You’ve got your mind too far in the future. You can see yourself finally getting to that ultimate success, but I’m pulling you away from it once again. This time you won’t even make it to your world title match. I pulled the Answers World Championship away from you at Territorial Invasion, and I’m pulling your career, no your life, away from you at Shock Value.

Maybe to you, Norman, they are your brothers. Maybe you actually see your fellow members of RAGNAROK as your “friends.” Maybe you are just too naive. Maybe you are just too stupid to see reality. Sure, you’re an “okay person,” but what would Peter say if you were put in-between your “brothers?” You think I’m such an evil person, a self-centered individual, but you can’t even control yourself. At least I can choose my actions. When I’ve stabbed people in the back, and yes I have time and time again, I did it at my own will. I chose what was more important to me over certain individuals in my past. Devan and Brian are my brothers, DESPITE our pasts. A little history lesson, Norm, Brian used to be known as the masked lucha extremist Viper. He came to Extreme Answers Wrestling and I was immediately paired with me. I taught him the ultimate lesson his first night in the company; trust no one. I betrayed him and left him for the wolves. Devan Dubian, he was my protégé, faction member, and even my best friend. I betrayed him without a second thought, and I was the man that stood in front of his potential world title victory. I’m a very bad, bad man. They should hate me for my actions. Somethings, however, are more important. What me and Devan went through only made our bond stronger. Every time we stepped in the ring against one another we put on match of the year quality matches. He is still my best friend. Brian and I are the two most elite wrestlers in this company. We have a respect for one another that goes far beyond any of our pasts. We don’t just have a loyalty to one another now, we have a common goal. All three of us want RAGNAROK gone. All three of us will do whatever it takes to make sure it happens. Sure, the three of you creatures share a common goal, a common interest in money, and maybe even a common feeling of satisfaction standing amongst other “monsters” like yourself. Despite what Norman tries to think though, none of you can make rational decisions. As good as Norman tries to be, Peter will always control his nice little weak mind. Psycho Brody’s mind will always be a loss cause in and of itself. Just like Norman, there is only one “person” that controls this creature. Dr. Vance. If you don’t count the shit-stained teddy bear Brody carries around, Brody and Norman are one in the same, just the “man” that controls Brody is actually visible. But do you think either of those men give a damn about your “friendships” or “brotherhood.” If they are willing to basically resort to slavery to get what they want, I don’t think they care whether they get a Christmas card from Lannister this year. Whether or not they show up to Thanksgiving at the Hellion Swamp. They only care about their own intentions. Which brings me to the only thing Lannister cares about, the only reason he gathered either of you, to make money. To make money. Sure the Angel of Debt was rolling in cash working on his own, but he saw big bucks when he added your two names to the list. Tell me, do you think there is a price for Lannister to sit out our match at Shock Value? Is there an even steeper price to leave RAGNAROK and join ELITE? What price would it take for Lanny to forget about all the blood he’s spilled the past few months and the spill the blood of his own. You don’t have to worry about that now, I’d much rather bury the German with the other beasts at Shock Value, but I’ll just let that thought slither into your “circle of trust.”

I was never implying there’d be a stipulation that RAGNAROK would have to disband following a loss on Saturday. I was implying that would just be a side effect of the loss, considering NONE of the members of RAGNAROK would be able to wrestle period following the match. To expect total domination, Norman, is simply idiotic. I don’t care what you want or hope for. I don’t care what the “simulations” tell us. This is going to be a blood bath. Brian Daniels has beaten Lannister. Devan Dubian has beaten Psycho Brody. I’ve beaten you in the past, and even when you defeated me out in the ocean, our match was said to have stolen the show. Why do you think Shock Value will be any different? You think we’ve gone to war for months on end just to lay down in High Voltage? I think you’d be smart enough to know that this match will be more hellacious than any of our past meetings. It’s not about being flashy or putting on a 5 star match, but if that what comes from doing whatever it takes to see the complete and utter destruction of RAGNAROK, that’s what the people are going to get to see. When we’re inside that electrified structure we will be in our world. But remember there will be thousands of people around us watching, intrigued in the outcome. The whole world will be watching our little world in High Voltage. The whole world will watch the fall of RAGNAROK, in shocking fashion.

SHOCK VALUE PR0M0 #1

[Our scene opens up unto a setting unlike any we’ve seen before involving Psycho Brody and his doctor Erik Vance. The room is small and rectangular, made of white tiles, and a one-way view window adorning one side of the wall. Vance stands in the center of the room, his back turned, blocking out what he is doing, but we can hear the sounds of something locking and tightening. When he finally finishes and moves aside, we finally notice that what he was doing was strapping Psycho Brody into what is clearly an old fashioned looking electric chair. At this point, it becomes obvious that this room must be some form of execution observation. Vance reaches into his lab coat and extracts a clipboard, pen, and jots down a few quick notes.]

Dr. Erik Vance: Well then Mr. Brody, now that you’re all strapped in and comfortable, are you ready to proceed with our session?

[Brody moves his arms and legs as if trying to struggle against his restraints, but his expression is one of an excited child preparing for a treat.]

Psycho Brody: Can we finally play the game? It’s my favorite game in the whole world!

[Vance laughs as one might do toward a precocious child.]

Dr. Erik Vance: I know it is Mr. Brody, and yes we’re about to play. But before we do, just to make sure, do you remember the rules?

[Brody adopts a look to extreme concentration.]

Psycho Brody: I do! You ask me questions, and every time I give a good answer…YOU GIVE ME A SHOCK!!!

Dr. Erik Vance: Correct. And what happens if you give a bad answer?

[Brody’s expression drops.]

Psycho Brody: Nothing!

Dr. Erik Vance: Correct again! You’re such a smart boy. Well then…shall we begin?

[Vance flips through the papers, looking for the best question to start off with from his prepared list.]

Dr. Erik Vance: Ahhh, here’s a good one! What is the greatest pain a man can feel?

Psycho Brody: SHOCKING!!!

Dr. Erik Vance: Correct!

[Vance takes an odd remote contraption from a pocket with a large dial in the middle. He takes the dial and turns it slightly. There is the faint sound of something powering up, and Brody’s body begins to convulse lightly. After a few seconds, Vance turns back the dial and Brody stops shaking.]

Dr. Erik Vance: That was an easy one. Now can you tell me why shocking is the worse pain a man can feel?

Psycho Brody: Because pain is fun when you can’t see where it comes from!

[Vance shakes his head in disappointed, and looks for a new question. Uncertainty clouds Brody’s face, and he begins to fight against his restraints.]

Psycho Brody: I was right wasn’t I? Give me the shocks! I SAID GIVE ME THE SHOCKS!!! PLEASE!!!

Dr. Erik Vance: Only when you answer a question correctly. You know the rules Mr. Brody now please calm down. The CORRECT answer was because electricity can not only do damage to the exterior body, but the internal body as well, damaging organs, muscles, and even nerves.

[Brody looks confused, clearly not following any of this lecture.]

Dr. Erik Vance: In fact, if enough electricity is applied to certain parts of the brain, you could even alter a human’s personality entirely. Perhaps even…drive them insane!

[Brody brightens up at this comment.]

Psycho Brody: Insane! Does that mean I get to drive Elite insane in our match at Shock Value! Can I? PLEEEEEEEEEASSSSSEEEE?

Dr. Erik Vance: We’ll talk about that later Mr. Brody. For now, lets just stick to my questions. Next question…does shocking hurt you?

Psycho Brody: NOOOOOO!!!!

[Vance takes the dial and turns it a little farther this time. Brody’s body shakes with greater violence than before, until Vance turns the dial back once more.]

Dr. Erik Vance: That was another easy one. But why does shocking not hurt you?

Psycho Brody: Because being shocked is fun!

Dr. Erik Vance: Sorry Mr. Brody, but that is incorrect.

Psycho Brody: NOOOO!!! Shocking is fun! I gave the right answer! So shock me! SHOCK ME!!!

Dr. Erik Vance: It is NOT the correct answer Mr. Brody! Being shocked does not hurt you because I have treated you to shock treatment in numerous sessions, thus making you immune to its effects. It cannot affect you like it can ordinary men! It cannot alter your brain because it is too strong for that. Only the weak-minded men can have the brains affected as such. And you’re stronger than the physical pain it can induce.

[Brody looks dejected at having been denied his pleasure, but seems to accept Vance’s explanation. He bows his head in a sign of submission to Vance’s logic.]

Dr. Erik Vance: Next…why am I recording this session?

[Brody looks as if this question was unexpected and very hard for him to comprehend. When he finally answers, he speaks slowly, as though he is considering his answer even as he speaks it.]

Psycho Brody: Because…you want…to…show EA– I mean Elite…how much better I am…than them?

[Vance smiles.]

Dr. Erik Vance: Correct.

[He turns the dial, and again Brody is hit with a new wave of electricity running through his body. The scent of burnt hair and flesh hang in the air as Vance turns to chair off. Brody hangs against his restraints now, looking ready to pass out.]

Dr. Erik Vance: I want them to see how useless the main element and weapon of this FPV will be against you! I want them to understand that for you, there is no fear in this match! Every shock you feel will be like a feather tickling you, while all they have to look forward to is their fear! They will be surrounded by an electrical cage, knowing that any misstep could result in a painful shock to their system. And they will also face the fear of knowing a precise shock could either paralyze any one of their limbs, or even make them more like you! This fear will cripple them! They won’t be able to move, won’t be able to think! They will know the horrible fear of being locked up like an animal, just as you once did.

[Brody’s head sways from side to side, and it is unsure how much of that speech Brody took in. Brody mutters softly to himself as his head goes back and forth.]

Psycho Brody: Insaaaaane! Let me driiiive theeeem insaaaaane!

Dr. Erik Vance: Next question…is Elite better than RAGNAROK?

[Brody is revitalized at this question. He nearly jumps out of the chair as he screams his answer at the top of his lungs.]

Psycho Brody: NOOOOOOO!!!!!!

[After a briefer round of shocks, Vance continues.]

Dr. Erik Vance: Why not?

Psycho Brody: Because the voices say they aren’t?

Dr. Erik Vance: Any other reasons?

Psycho Brody: Because their sanity makes them weak! WEAK!!!

[Brody is rewarded for his correct answers.]

Dr. Erik Vance: Correct! Because they’re sane they fear cages. It’s human nature to fear the idea of being confined in any form or for any length of time. But you’re different Mr. Brody. You’ve been caged most of your life. You were born of this cruel society and its persecution of anyone who doesn’t fit the norm. But as with most struggles, this has made you stronger. You have seen the cages this world tries to erect around others, and you have torn them down. Now you don’t fear cages. Because in the end, you will break fear of them! Nothing can hold you back. But their chains will drag down Elite! They aren’t strong enough break free like you did Mr. Brody. They may not have suffered the way you have Mr. Brody, but they have come to rely because they think it keeps them safe. Now those protective cages have betrayed them, because this Saturday, all those cages will do is keep them from escaping your wrath.

Psycho Brody: I’M NOT LOCKED IN HERE WITH THEM!!! THEY’RE LOCKED IN HERE WITH ME!!!!

Dr. Erik Vance: Indeed they are. Now tell me…what makes RAGNAROK strong?

Psycho Brody: We’re a family!

Dr. Erik Vance: And a family is what?

Psycho Brody: UNITED!!!

Dr. Erik Vance: Yes! A family is united! And ever since RAGNAROK was formed, you, Mr. Lannister, and Mr. Hellion have been united in your dominance of EAW! Tag Team Champions, multiple MVE winners in back to back weeks, you three have dominated EAW in a way that has not been seen in years. And what has Elite done compared to RAGNAROK?

Psycho Brody: NOTHING!!!

Dr. Erik Vance: Nothing! Their alliance came only out of a fear of RAGNAROK. But this does not make them great, nor does it make them united. They are like scared little children, seeking the security of others to keep from having to face the monsters in the closet alone. But Elite will soon learn that, just like the monsters of children’s fantasies, the fear they feel, the fear they try to suppress only gives the monsters more strength. And then they’ll grow up, and have to deal with the monsters of reality. Only these monsters are the same! Whether in their nightmares or in their waking hours, you and RAGNAROK are the monsters that will haunt Elite forever! Either that, or they can finally give into their truer nature, and join the army of the insane. They can become the cure for all the sickening sanity in the world. But even then, they’ll only be proving our point. That the only sanity in this world…

Psycho Brody: …IS INSANITY!!!

[Brody bounces in his chair, practically giddy with glee. Vance smiles proudly at Brody as he puts away his clipboard.]

Dr. Erik Vance: Well Mr. Brody, those are all the questions I have for you right now. And guess what…you won!

Psycho Brody: YIPPPEEEE!!!

[As his final reward for completing the game, Vance turns the dial as far as he can go with killing Brody. Brody’s body shakes with frightening vigor, as smoke begins to rise from the chair. Vance finally shuts the entire machine down, and Brody slumps over to one side, having finally passed out from the pain. Vance examines his patient before turning to the camera to deliver one final, chilling message.]

Dr. Erik Vance: Shocking…ain’t it?

[Fade to black.]

You're wrong... again.

If this is your plan, you know to not just listen to a word I say in hopes that it drives me crazy, then I must admit, you're doing a great job. Unfortunately though that's not what you're doing... you're just not listening to me.

But, according to you... I'm doing the same, so in order to avoid looking like a hypocrite, which I really don't think I am, I'll just get to my next point.

YOU CAN'T BEAT ME! Maybe you can beat me as in get a win over me, you have a chance there, but the beating you're talking about Jacob, you're incapable of delivering it to me. And this isn't a knock on you, I've seen you do it. I've seen you BEAT people before, much like myself, you're ruthless in your own right. But let me reiterate what I've been saying all week, you can't have the same mind-set facing me as you do with everyone else. Your words to live bye, "Beaten, battered, conquered"... they don't apply to me because you can't do it. You can beat me in the literal sense, you can conquer me in the literal sense, but you'll never batter me.

If you want to have any chance of defeating me this Saturday, you're going to need to ditch the catchphrase. I know you haven't planned anything else, I said it yesterday, here we are, less than three days away from Shock Value and you still don't fully realize what you've gotten yourself into, you have no well thought plan, your fallback is to Beat, batter and conquer but it won't work... not against me. Forget just Devan Dubian and Brian Daniels... clearly I'm not them, but look at all your opponents that you've had throughout your entire career. LOOK AT THE SCOTT DIAMOND YOU FACED AT REASONABLE DOUBT 2013! I'm nothing like him... nothing like the man that completely destroyed you after STEALING my Elite Championship. I continue to drive this point down, into your head and you're not understanding it, I am not like anyone you've ever faced before.

Drop this false facade of being prepared, of being confident... you clearly aren't, you can't be. You're in for the biggest fight of your life this Saturday, you have EVERYTHING to lose, facing an opponent that time and time again has gotten the upper-hand over you, it's okay to be afraid. It might even be better for you, this isn't a psychological mind-game I'm trying to play with you... but if you're honest with yourself for just once... MAYBE you'll start to see things clearly. It's not too late, it's not too late to strategize, just admit to yourself that you're afraid, ask yourself this question, Jacob.

Can you be fine with waking up on Sunday and not being the EAW Champion?

I can. If I lose this Saturday, nothing changes. Maybe there will be a bit of embarrassment from losing to someone half my size but that's a minimal scar that will fade rather quickly... even if I win the EAW Championship my life won't change that much. See, I'm not like others, my goal was to win one World Championship, which I did... I don't need a second, I don't even really want a second, being World Champion is a hassle, I'm sure you can attest to that, waking up early to go to media appearances, being the face of the company, it puts a lot of pressure on someone... I don't like it all. But, we live in a materialistic world, where what you have defines your wealth. People look at me, they look at my résumé and instead of complementing or praising me, I get "You've only won one World Title?" I'm not regarded as one of the greats because I've only won one World Championship, I'm not a Hall of Famer because I've only one World Championship, although I'm certain to get in next year... hell, there's no one else left to put in. It's not a neccesity, but it would be nice to finally shut people up.

You can't. Not if you're not honest with yourself. If you are, it will help dilute the pain a bit, but if you continue with this false exterior of confidence then the pain Sunday morning will be just as bad emotionally as it is physically. It'll feel as if a ton of bricks has been placed right across your chest. That isn't a tiny scar, it's one that stretches across your entire torso, and it's one that won't fade. For so long, "Beaten, battered, conquered" was enough. You had no reason to be falsely confident because you were clearly the better man in the match. But now you're not the better man, and you don't know how to deal with it, I know I'm the opponent, but I like to be challenged. And what I have in front of me right now is a cake-walk.

These are my last words to you before Shock Value, don't ignore them like you've done the rest.

SHOCK VALUE PROMO#3

I don't know if it's my natural instincts but hearing this made me want to live to see through another day. Just listening to this ghost of a man with his hollow claims and his none existence threats makes me want to actually win the Pure Championships. Virtually speaking Seph you were suppose to be the guy that takes me out. You talk such a big game about being my nightmare but it's quite apparent to me that you can't be my nightmare. If you were speaking to a normal man who doesn't have a clue in the world would believe you. But I'm not a normal man! How can I take you seriously if your comprehension skills are of that of a 7 year old. But it's adorable for you to actually think I want to emulate Alex Anderson, I mean if we can agree on one thing is that Alex Anderson is just a lost soul that's waiting to meet his end. Maybe! Just Maybe! You should be visiting him instead of me Seph because lets face it, you'll have a better chance getting into his head, or beating him than you do with me. If you want me to reiterate the point why I was acting like a fool because for one, Alex Anderson is the perfect fool to play and two it's called acting meaning you weren't really in my head. Acting and emulating are TWO totally different things Seph so if we are going to teach each other something then I feel that it's important to teach you the difference between the two.

But what I do realize is that I can't fault you for thinking that I'm a weak person, I can't really fault your misguided attempts to throw me off my game by reiterating the same points repeatedly. You are a one dimensional man and I know this Seph and now that I'm basically hearing the same old song and dance from you it's clear that you aren't the man that you say you are. This society known as Extreme Answers Wrestling has put a label on you to be Malice Incarnate which those words you carry so much pride but in all actuality they are chains and bars to your self destructive soul. It's quite sad really because you are the painful reminder on how sad this world is and how we are being force to play out the roles that we are expected to play. We are just prisoners trapped inside our own hype and at time WE BELIEVE IN THAT! WE BELIEVE! that we are in control on what's going on but sadly that isn't the case. Like for you to prove that you are in control you have to constantly remind me what you have done to Diana, you have to bring up the fact on things that you can do which I have failed to do. You even went as far to to rehash every short comings that I have had gone through for the past few months. And for what? To see a significant change in my behavior? To constantly remind me that you're just a nightmare? You're just a poor, poor man that's just an object of someone's hatred towards me. You have no real value, you don't have a real purpose. Just like me you're just a damned soul yearning to serve to have a purpose in this world. Yearning to be put to use and to be able to look at yourself in the mirror saying that you do matter. That you have a reason to see tomorrow but you're dancing with the wrong guy Seph, you're playing games with the wrong man. When this match is said and done and when you wake up again looking into that mirror the next day, you'll look at yourself and start to question something.

You'll tear through the surface and once again go on the quest deep inside your subconscious and ask yourself something. Do you want to know what you're going to ask yourself? You'll scream WHY!? You're so useless, you'll scream WHY!? Can I be the guy that I so desperately want to be and try to be this thing called fear? You're going to swim in the sea of doubt Seph and like it or not which in this case you're going to pray that it happens, you'll drown in it and disappear to a place called obscurity once again. But maybe that's just too good for you and maybe I was wrong to wish for my demise too soon because I will not, I can not let my end come from a man that is filled with uncertainty and confusion. But it seems to me that you have been having some sort of difficulties on who is full of themselves. Is it really me who stands here unphased by your pitiful attempts to get me rattled? Is it ME that stands here not showing an ounce of fear on my face and deep down in my soul!? Or is it YOU that honestly think that you are this deity of a nightmare that has graced have came back from the pits of oblivion? I can't take you seriously Seph, I simply can't no matter what you have done in the past, no matter how many attempts you have made to get into my head, I just can't do it. It's not me being defiant against you or anybody because it has finally dawned on me when I gazed back into my mind and remember the stipulation of this match. If I get myself disqualified, i'm fired from this company and lets be honest here. He picked you to be my opponent not because you're some big bad joker wannabe. I'm glad you're trying to remind me what a nightmare you are and just like nightmares you're nonexistent. Unfortunately for you when I pierce through this little facade you're just Jacob Steele, a man who has been irrelevant during his whole career. No matter what your ideology maybe, no matter what evolution process you go through Seph. Deep down inside you're just Jacob Steele and instead of trying to be this deity of a man that doesn't exist! I suggest to you to deal with who you are and learn your place!

I do applaud you despite how pitiful it is I'm glad to see you're trying to go tit for tat in a battle of mind games trying to get under my skin. You even think that your actions and your mere presence brings me closer to insanity. Well I'm not going to be like Psycho Brody, Norman Hellion, Diamond Cage and whomever wants to play the role as a psychotic madman. I'm not going to sit here and lie to you and say that I enjoy about me not being all there in the head! I'm not proud of the fact that I'm a sadist, a masochist, a psycho and much much more. While they revel in the fact that there is something wrong with them, I cry in my fucking sleep knowing that I'm the way that I am! I'm not going to sit here and treat that my problems, are some type of source of power or some shit. I know that these are just shackles that plagues me in my everyday life. My mental issues are the results of years and years of what I get for the sins I have committed in my lifetime. But these chains don't come without their own benefits. They have helped me see through the despair that this life brings. It guides me through whatever comes my way and let me face fear straight into it's face and conquer it. So Seph if you are this said fear then you know that there will be no fucking hope for you walking out of Shock Value with that championship and your pride!!! If you want to go at me with all the cruelty that's inside you then go ahead and come at me! But be warned if you do, you'll suffer far greater than you have ever anticipated. You have been yearning for the beast that's inside me you're going to get it. But not in the form that many people are accustomed to. This beast is going to be in it's purest form that will be unleashed on you. So if you have asked yourself why I haven't crumbled under the pressure of your so called fear is because you can't TEACH a beast fear, I have been too far out of my fucking mind to balance myself out with that luxury.

Seph, you're just another obstacle in Y2Impact's game that I will run through without any type of hesitation nor will I show any remorse while doing so. When battling me, you will witness terrifying things that will bring new meaning to the word fear that you blindly worship. Another term that you carelessly throw around is the word evolution because it's obvious to me that you don't know what it is. What I'm doing right now is evolving because in this match between you and I! I'm going to bend to the will of Y2Impact and play his little game but what he don't realize what he has done is giving me a new way to enjoy to hurt people. You see Seph and what I have been saying this whole entire time is that I don't need weapons to do shit, I don't need any outside interference or influence to favor me in my match. But if he honestly thinks that putting me in this match and adding this stipulation will affect how I do things then he is a bigger fool than I thought. He doesn't know me well enough that I adapt to anything and everything when it calls for it. THAT SEPH IS EVOLUTION! THAT IS WHAT KEEPS ME HERE IN THIS LIFETIME DESPITE HOW BADLY I DON'T WANT TO LIVE ANYMORE! What you have done is not evolution, it's far from it. You haven't changed from who you were in the past. All you have is deluded yourself thinking that you're this untouchable man but when my fangs reach you, you'll soon know that you aren't as high up as you thought you were. The most terrifying quality about me is that I constantly adapt and survive that's what most people don't understand or they choose to underestimate it. What you and quality control don't understand is that I'm a Reaper, I take away what's precious to you, I'm a human cancer an indiscriminate force that gets worse by the day I linger around.

Everything that you value will die by my hands. What Y2Impact thought would be the cure by adding this stipulation, all he did was signed your death warrant for you and thus leaving you for dead when I bare my lethal fangs in you and tear you apart. I will depart with this Seph and I want you to think long and hard about it when I say it. You shouldn't be consuming your time focusing on the past. It's true when they say that past is never too far behind you. But if you linger too far in it, you will be swallowed up by the present day and the impending future. In this case Seph, you shouldn't be asking me what I have done lately. You should be more focused on what's going to happen on November Twenty Second and what's going to happen to you and Voltage when I evolve to the purest form and walk out with the Pure Championship. So enjoy the solace that you have in your sanctuary. I want you to feel comfortable because it is your safe haven for you living off of this fear you are trying to concoct, By the end of it all you will lose your purpose of being here and return back to nothingness where you have came from.

War does not determine who is right - only who is left. This warfare we started a few months ago is too far gone now for it to end in any way but a bloodshed. The animosity that these two teams have built up against one another is nothing much like we’ve never seen before, each and every single individual of the six men are willing to swipe each other heads off. If there are still those who choose to think with their hearts and actually really believe that either one the two teams – ELITE or RAGNAROK will be able to resurge back after this loss and reconcile amongst one other, I’m sorry if I’m the first to aware you of this news but you must be completely delusional. What will occur this Sunday at Shock Value between the two teams known as ELITE and RAGNAROK in a match classified as a High Voltage Match is what even people in the archaic days much where Lannister is from would classify as nutty and what in today’s world might as well be classified as a viable legal version of murder. If you seek safe then you’ve come to the wrong place. Whilst I’ve competed in many vast events during my span of the career, I can fully say heart with a needle to my heart that I have never competed in a match so threatening. When you first join this company, you are usually enticed by its’ name due to the word extreme incorporated into it. You realize that whether that may be propaganda or not, you’re clearly expecting some kind of extreme signing into this company. The thing is that to the normal fan’s eyes, the debut of that same extremist is considered pale but in the extremists’ eyes; he strictly believes that it is the most extreme match that he has ever competed in. A few weeks pass by and then a few months pass by and every match as coming weeks continue on, you realize that your last match is more extreme than its predecessor. It almost becomes a scale of how extreme you were when you first started and where you stand on the extreme scale now. Take a prescription from the man who’s felt his rind burn from the top to the bottom and has given a visit to the Heaven’s seventh cloud a bit too much often when I say that this match at Shock Value will be by far the most severe that this company has ever seen. The thing about scales is that they too have endings, a point in which something becomes too much. If there were to be a match that would stand at the top tier or even break the extreme meter then I wouldn’t recommend any other match than my very own. It’s also not like that we are trying to go our maximal peak and try to steal the momentum from everyone else and whilst we are capable of that, it’s just much more than that. All of us aren’t trying to be somewhat we know are not, we are just capable of those calamities all on our own. It just so happens that the two teams couldn’t be bigger adversaries. Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake. I won’t stop you three from walking into Shock Value this Saturday but ELITE will do its best to make you regret that decision forever.

This has been going on for way too long now. By this point, I suppose both factions should have no clot to empty their blood from and the words, or rather random phrases that Psycho Brody throws out there now actually make sense to our mind. Well I’m still sure it hasn’t got that bad but the point is that we’ve been far too repetitive but I don’t exactly think that’s a bad thing. With repetition comes disclosed weaknesses and by now, all of ELITE has figured you three out by now RAGNAROK. I know from a statistical view, a fan viewpoint or any other way you try to look at this, there’s no doubt in my mind or anyone else’s that RAGNAROK has held the upper hand throughout these battles. Every time we got to pinch them on their arm, they came back and knocked us back out of our misery. The judges opinions so far is that RAGNAROK has dominated whilst ELITE has faltered and the thing is that ELITE is willing to admit to it, we don’t back down from that. However things may look now, do not be so foolish to think that the present will define your actions in the future. That was then sir, this is now and Shock Value is on Saturday. ELITE isn’t giving excuses for all the losses or the overwhelmingly wolf-pack beatings its’ taken in the past few weeks, what could we even really say without looking like sore underdogs. It is however saying that all those matches were nothing but small battles leading up to the one actual paramount event, something you people may know as the War. We have not yet begun to fight! What you three have participated in were merely battles, almost mind strategies for ELITE to work with. It was almost as if you knew of our plan and wished to help us out even more. It will be as it always has been, won’t It Lannister? You will always win the small battles and don’t mind that, you are great at that and keep taking pride in that but the matter of fact is that when the real war is on the brink, you falter. You always have and this Shock Value will be no different. You’re right Norman, I am a wildcard. You know as well as I do that wildcards aren’t something you probably want to encounter in a ring. You may be a lunatic who defies rules but do you really want a play a game as High Voltage as the one we’re participating in on Saturday with a man who bases his life off of opportune and luck? You will find no success here Norman Hellion. What drives you three is the shade of green and what drives ELITE is the elimination of the three of you. At Shock Value, you will come to realize that everything you’ve believed in for the past few weeks was just a lie. RAGNAROK is going to be having a very, very shocking night. As I used to say Dub-up, I’ll switch it up for this occasion; ELITE-UP!

Rain is pouring down the night sky. As the scene fades in, the rain pouring from the sky can be seen. The scene is taking place at the same old mansion Sephiroth was at last week. The camera slowly fades, then fades back into the inside of the house. The rain is pouring even harder than before, with every drop making a loud noise, echoing throughout the house. A creak from the floor is heard upstairs. The camera instantly turns into that direction. Sephiroth stands at the top of the stairs, looking straight down at the camera. He’s wearing his black hooded trench coat, black boots, and his hood on he’s got his bright red contacts in that are glaring into the camera.