::The scene opens up to a dim room filled with stained glass for the windows and an elegant red carpet for the floor. All of a sudden Jordan Ciserano opens the wood doors and light rushes in a Jordan walks on the carpet to a single chair in the center of the room, elevated higher than anything else. Jordan continues to walk until he finally reaches the chair, turns, and sits now with rays of light hitting his sleek black hair.::
 
Hello Everybody, my name is Jordan Ciserano and though you may not realize it, this one hundred and eighty five pound man may be the greatest thing to ever walk through your door.  I may just be the future champion of this business and the face of this company, but how are you supposed to know that right off the bat right? I mean I am the unknown right now; I am the mystery man that everyone wants to know, and I am the man who just wants to show that I am the best!
 
::Jordan raises his hands high like a macho man signifying that he will rise to the top! He relaxes more as the room gets a little brighter, as Jordan sits back in his velvet chair.::
 
                Oh man, I can hear you laughing already. “This guy thinks he is the best… you know just like the guy before him and the guy before him.” Well that is true I am not going to fight that, but I will say there is one defining difference between myself and those before me. I have nothing to lose and everything to prove. I have traveled around this country and around all the rest of em’ putting on a show and winning myself respect from all around the country. I have been everywhere and done everything. So why am I here? To prove once and for all that I am the greatest wrestler in this company and in every other company as well, to prove that I am the cream of the crop that is always on top! And most of all that I am the king of the empire that is EAW wrestling!


:: He whispers “ooh yeah” faintly to himself which makes him laugh a bit. Loosening him up even more from the excitement that he has been experiencing in the past few days. He does relax, and he continues.::
 
                Which brings me right to where I am now, the beginning of a great conquest that can bring treasures that can touch the stars… or failure that can ruin me forever. This great conquest beings this Saturday, November eight in front of our troops on board the USS Carl Vinson! There I face my first opponent, a man by the name of “O’mega” a man whose name literally means “Last.” This Saturday I plan to make him last, not only in the ring, but in the minds of those watching. How can I do this? It won’t be easy but I believe I have the key.
 
::Jordan takes out a literal key brings it into the sun light coming in from the red and blue stained glass and makes it shimmer in the sun. Jordan then makes an unlocking motion as he goes on.::


                First off, I feel that my training will push me over. I have been wrestling for ten years as I have said before, and in that time with help from legends I have mastered the craft that is technical wrestling. I know every single way to break your arm, leg, ankle, foot… really anywhere that is legal in this match from anywhere. I can counter move after move in an endless chain… even if it is from a six foot eleven “giant.” I have trained for years to prepare myself for a match just like this, and I cannot wait to show the suits of this company and our service men and women how to defeat a giant!
 
::Jordan puts more emotion in his voice for his feelings are giant at the chance of defeating a giant.::
 
                Second, though I know that O’mega thinks that his size will over run me, I can confidently say that I feel the same way. That’s right my six foot one frame will over power him in no time! He thinks otherwise, well than he is wrong. With my smaller frame, I can dodge his endless boots and his power moves. I can fly around this ring and make that large frame tired beating him without even having to touch him. After that its simple, as the beefcake is standing in the middle of the ring, tired and weak. I can hit him with any move I please and he will fall like Goliath to David. There is a major difference between David and I, I don’t need a weapon to do it. All I need is myself, perhaps the most dangerous weapon in the world.
 
::Jordan lays back to a sideways position showing that he is not nervous and that he knows that his weapon can destroy any man that dares to face him. Then out of no where Jordan springs up as if a rush of energy went through him. Now sitting forward in his chair he says his next step.::
 
                Third, is not so much of an advantage as it is a plain everyday catalyst. What I am talking about is  adrenaline… precisely the adrenaline of a wolf ready to hunt with a full moon rising. Needless to say I am excited out of my mind. As of right now, with my adrenal glands going I would be surprised if I could feel any pain, especially against O’mega. Remember of course this is a sense of adrenaline BEFORE the match, I am hyped talking about it. So a pure rush of it in front of thousands of America’s hero’s, and you have got yourself an absolute machine in the ring with increased speed, strength, and skill… That superhuman strength that you can only hope for in a time of need, I know I will have. Pushing me and pushing me to the victory.
 
::He stands on top of the red chair with his dark black boots as the light shines upon his whole body like a Greek god (not too dramatic right). He takes it all in and goes back down to finish what he has to say.::
 
                Finally, after the hard work, and the strategy, and the adrenaline, there is one more thing that is more important than all of those combined. That is my motivation. A state of the mind where you know what you want and you are going to do whatever you need to go to get to that goal. My goal of course is a championship, but I recognize that I need to start at the bottom and rise up to the top, this brings my motivation to winning this match more than anything else. Crush my body O’mega! Destroy me! Throw me through the iron that makes the ship itself! Go ahead and do it! Just know that I am motivated enough that I will get back up no matter what you do to me! I am ready to win! I am ready to prove that a championship is not so far away for me, O’mega is the first step in this journey toward victory and I am ready to do whatever it takes to get there!
 
                O’mega! I know that you are more than ready for this match against me! I know that all you want to do is to destroy! I say bring it on, I want to see you try to destroy me. Because, hell it will only make me look better when you tap out. O’mega man, I bring your best man. Because I am ready to take the first win of many on my journey to the top!
 
         ::He raises his fist high and makes him body tense to show that he can take any amount of pain. After making a tough face he smirks at the camera and says his last words.::
 
O’mega, I am the cream of the crop and I will rise to the top. You can stand in my way but I simply won’t stop. After all of our fighting, this will be fun, I will rise high up into space like the sun.
 
::Jordan smirks again, stands up and walks out of the bright room, he closes the door and all the light ceases to exist. As the camera turns an equal black.::


::The next scene opens to new wrestler Jordan Ciserano live on “The Late Late show with Craig Ferguson!” The bright stage lights shine on Craig who is sitting at his wooden desk as the camera flies around the room getting a shot on the crowd . It centers in on a smiling Craig as he begins to a roaring crowd.::
 
Craig: Hello everyone to the “Late Late Show!”
 
::The crowd cheers even louder than before making the cameras shake.::
 
Craig: Wow! What a great crowd here!
 
::He laughs as the crowd continues to cheer from what it seems to no end.::
 
Craig: Ahh, welcome everybody, today we have a very special guest today. He is one of the newest wrestlers added to the EAW roster and is therefore my favorite by default, please welcome JORDAN CISERANO!
 
::Jordan hops out from backstage wearing a suit jacket over an “EAW” t-shirt and his colorful wrestling tights. He gets on set, takes a short bow to acknowledge the crowd, shakes hands with Craig and sits down.::
 
Jordan: Wow man! This is a great atmosphere we have here!
 
Craig: Oh yes Jordan I do agree myself.
 
Jordan: Always nice to see right there.
 
::Craig laughs in agreement as he tries to move things along in the interview.::
 
Craig: Yes sir, now Jordan. You have just joined this place EAW correct?
 
Jordan: Yes sir, after a few years of traveling abroad I have come to EAW!
 
::The crowd cheers at the federations name as Craig continues.::
 
Craig: That is great to hear man. Jordan, I have to ask why did you come to EAW? There has to be some sort of motivation.
 
Jordan: Oh there is my good man, the motivation to work hard and win a championship to prove that I am the king of this federation


::The crowd cheers slightly in agreement of the new wrestler's goal of winning it all.::

Craig: That is quite the motivation to move forward in this federation, but it has to start somewhere. Where does this challenge begin?
 
Jordan: It begins this Saturday November Eight in front of the men and women who are serving our country on board the USS Carl Vinson where I face a monster of a man the giant O’mega!


::Craig laughs in disbelief thinking that there couldn't possibly be a giant::
 
Craig: Ha! How big could this so called giant be?
 
Jordan: Six foot Eleven, two hundred and seventy five pounds.
 
Craig: Christ! That man is huge! He is going to crush you through the hull of the ship, he is going to hit you with a single move and you’ll fly into the ocean, he!


::Jordan cuts off Craig's rant of negativity.:: 


Jordan: Not so fast Craig , I have some size to me too.
 
Craig: Bollocks you are an ant compared to him!


::Jordan shrugs for a moment then gets down and serious as the camera zooms on his face for Jordan's tone has lowered.::


Jordan: Craig, my size is in my intelligence, experience, and my overall wrestling ability that I know will be unmatched. He can try to slam me down to the depths of the sea, but I will be able to make him swim with the fishes by the time that I am done with him.
 
Craig: What are you saying? That mind will defeat matter?
 
Jordan: I am saying that I know that I can dodge and strike at any moment that he tries to attack.  I can sit back and wait for the bear to strike and hit his legs like a trap. After that, I will proceed to take him down one, two, three. In front of America’s finest!
 
::The crowd gives a huge pop to what Jordan has to say as Craig shakes his head low for underestimating Jordan’s confidence. Jordan soaks it all in and continues.::
 
Craig: Surely you can’t be serious.

Jordan: I am serious and don’t call be Shirley.


::The crowd cheers and laughs at Jordan's timely reference as he stands up and take a bow for his efforts.::
 
Craig: Oh just perfect. That confidence won’t mean a thing though, no matter how much experience that you picked up, no matter how fast or strong you are, it won’t matter. Some one O’megas size will simply tear you limb from limb if he gets one… just one chance to strike!
 
Jordan: But I will do all that I can do to make sure that he won’t strike me. Like I said I have been training for most of my life and I have only been improving my speed and my reaction time to make sure that nobody will hit me with a boot, no matter how big that boot happens to be.
 
Craig: I wish you luck on your first match.


::Craig looks to end the interview but Jordan won't have any it.::
 
Jordan: Thank you sir, but it doesn’t end there.
 
Craig: Oh I know, I was a wrestler in high school.
 
Jordan: Very good, then you know that this match is huge, you know that this match is the beginning of my career here. This one match can define where I go and what I do in EAW!

Craig: Actually no, I quit after a week. But I am sure what you said is good!


::The crowd laughs at Craig's joke as Jordan shakes his head slightly.::
 
Jordan: Lets just say I can’t wait for the future to come because I know that I can show that I am a major contender for the gold.
 
Craig: I hope the future is good for you Jordan, good luck.
 
Jordan: Thanks Craig.

Craig: Everybody JORDAN CISERANO!
 
   
::Jordan bows and walks off the stage again. Craig shakes his head in approval as Jordan exits the frame and a CBS commercial plays as the camera shimmers to black.::

Corrupt: Pop. I’ve always found the abbreviated name funny. Sure, to you it just means Prince of Phenomenal, but to me, it seems to have a double meaning. Of course what we just established, your name, but also, what a kid coins there dad or grandfather: Pop. It’s as if you’re considered a father of EAW or grandfather of this establishment. Perhaps I am just making shit up and it’s nonsensical, but you seem to carry such an air about yourself, like your something special. To me, you’re just another fool about to receive a hellacious beat-down like The Nas received last Sunday. But Pop, if you’re the father, I am the son that doesn’t want to conform to your rules; beliefs and I resent you completely because you stand for bullshit. You command respect and I ain’t buying it or giving in. Maybe and this is a big maybe, you defeat me on Dynasty, there’s a chance I’ll throw some respect your way but if not, you’re just another opponent who got in the way, to stop me from getting what I want. I am the son known as the prodigal one, the one returning to knock you off your pedestal and show whom the true contender is. You want championships Pop? Defeat Corruption first and then we’ll talk. Time to overthrow the legacies, legends and heroes in this place over. Time to bring in the heavies, the ones that will rattle everything to its core. I can’t wait to show everybody, all of these so-called EAW “Extremists” and “fans” just what one Classic Christopher Corrupt is capable of. It’s scary, not for the faint of heart and now my eyes are on the target…Pop.
 
Enter the ring with caution and when you hear Pantera, look the fuck out because I can creep out of anywhere. Perhaps the guardrail might be a good place to hop over and slide in with a chair? Or attack you when your music hits? Or just come straight out from the curtain and look you in the eyes as I saunter down the ramp and just strike the moment the bell rings. You may “think” you’re hot shit in this place but really no one has had the courage to tell you the hard truth: you’re a complete joke. You’ve let yourself go and you won’t be the one people want the autograph of, hang out with or want to talk to. You’re old news, I am the beginning, I am the future, you’re history Pop, a nothing.
 
But let me show you on Sunday, please let me show you what I have in my arsenal and the game plan to unfold. The Nas thought he had it figured, but he was soon left on the mat after a Corrupted. Maybe the same result is coming for you? Who knows, anything can happen with me. Just know this: there will be a fight and you’ll break that sweat you didn’t think is possible. Lace the boots up well and throw your gear on because I am going to take you from pillar to post and give you a lesson in old school.
 
The prodigal son returns Sunday Pop.

Judging from the level of arrogance in Lannister's spiel, one could assume that he believes he's already won the Answer's Championship.  Which makes this encounter all the more unamusing to me.

The animosity I hold as if it were a loaded 12 Gauge pointed in your direction, has nothing to do with you being(or in your case NOT being) a Monster.  Even though that's an image you have unknowingly inherited ever since aligning with two of the biggest phonies in the company, that's much too narrow of a reason for me to despise you over.  They are but deluded lambs disguised as wolves who've been led astray on a short leash held by an unknown co-conspirator, and you are of no difference.  Though you and your busty blonde make a compelling argument, I don't buy one bit of it, because here in America we have a saying about reputation.  It comes from the company you keep; and the company you keep are delusional misfits of society who think just because they're more crazy and abnormal than most, that they belong in the EAW--which couldn't be any further from the truth!  They belong in a sanitarium bound by straight jackets while a fat nurse named Debra spoon feeds them day old applesauce; not in my ring!  Super Show-Down is as close as we're going to get to our own Free Per-View this month, and I'll be damned if I'll allow them or you to come in and make a mockery of it.  To me, you and your accomplices are absolute jokes, a walking parody established to provide comedic relief.  But as you can see I'm not laughing, I'm not amused, not even the tiniest bit.  If anything I'm insulted.  Here I am busting my ass in hopes of persuading Management to bring me the very best that they have to offer me as the Answer's Champion, and what do I get?  One joke after another, none of whom have truly earned a shot at my Title.  I mean if the roles were reversed wouldn't you be upset, because I think that'd piss off anybody whose only purpose for being Champion is to headline events with the very best in the sport today.  But do you know what makes it even worse?  It's that you just got here say..a few months ago and you have a shot at the biggest Title on Show-Down thanks to Damien Murrow's utter disgust for Diamond Cage.  He was so desperate to get rid of Cage that he would've agreed to Hades vs. Tornado if it meant he wouldn't be apart of this roster anymore.  That--all of that--is the purpose for all of the "aggression" I harness for you, so when I kick your ass this week do feel free to make note that it wasn't due to my perceptions of you and your allies alone; it was because I really cannot stand self-righteous punks like you who think they're accredited to everything based on the insufficient quality of work they've put in.

Bottom line is I have plenty of reasons to dislike you, and by my count you have given me more than enough to end your career off of.

Chapter 3 – PASSION



“But even at your best, as a man you couldn't equal half of me” - “The Enemy” by Godsmack

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Like most professional wrestlers who work for the big companies, we do our weekly grind of work. We head to the live airing of Showdown on Saturday nights, as well as doing our weekly run of house shows, attending numerous press conferences, doing stuff for the press, training our asses off...yeah it gets pretty damn tiring. But in my week I look forward to two days in particular. Wednesday and Thursday. My reason? It's the two days in my week where I get to go back home. I mean don't get me wrong, I do enjoy goin' round the world...wrestling in every city from Anchorage to Zurich...and kickin' people's asses all over the entire planet, but being Texan born and being Texan raised, Irving will always have a special place in my heart.



So I decided to pay a little trip to the old Irving County Hall. Many memories from this place, that's for sure. From my debut here in 2006 when I was just 18 years old...



“Making his official Southern Wrestling Syndicate debut, from Irving, Texas, weighing in at 199 lbs, “The Lone Wolf” ZACH GENESISSSSSSSSS.”



Winning the SWS World Heavyweight Championship after three years of battling and struggles...

“The winner and NNNNNEEEEWWWWW SWS Heavyweight Champion, ZACH GENESISSSSSSS!”



All the way to this moment now, being a member of the EAW roster. I still remember wrestling here right in this very Hall, where we'd be glad if even 50 people showed up on some nights, where I'd bust my ass off wrestling 45 minute matches night in, night out...however back then, leading up to making it to the big time now? I knew I did it for a reason...and it wasn't just for the art of wrestling....it was the passion for the business.



I would destroy myself in this ring. Push my body to absolute breaking point. However every night I do so, I sure as hell don't do for it anybody in the ring...anybody out the back...or anybody in my family (well except for my dad) and even the fans. I did it for myself. I did it to push myself. I did it so I could know how much pain, pressure and damage I can withhold before I reach my absolute end. You compete as a wrestler, and hone your skills and fine tune your art, because you want to see how far you can take it. How far you can go...how far you can last...how far you go....before you crack.



During my near eight odd years in SWS I had highs and I had lows. Highs? Going toe-to-toe with 15 year veteran and technical prodigy, “The Great” Alan Carter in a 90 minute ultimate submission. Nearly killing myself in a 45 minute ladder match for my SWS title back in 2011 against Lance Edwards, and of course winning my first title back in '09. My lows? Mainly the night that I broke my neck after receiving a (botched) powerbomb in 2007. Fourteen months. Fourteen. Fucking. Months. That's how I long I was out of action. That's how long I couldn't do what I loved. For some wrestlers, perhaps breaking your neck will be the signal to let you know that you shouldn't compete anymore. To me? It was the opposite. To me it made me realise that this is what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. And that I would break my neck again for my love and my passion for this business.



So I worked my ass off in rehab, and after fourteen goddamn months I finally returned to the ring. However throughout this time people were doubting I could return. People on the SWS roster said I wouldn't be able to make it, and you want to know who those people were. THE VETERANS. THE MOTHER. FUCKING. VETERANS. They were doubting that “the new kid” on the block has what it takes. Hell, right from my SWS debut I was looked down upon by veterans. Saying that “he's just a newbie”, “he doesn't have what it takes”, “he has no experience.” So instead of the “veterans” who say “respect your elders” and “we've been around here longer than you have” who should – oh I don't know – FUCKING HELP the new people on the roster, they put them down, and they give them shit despite the fact that us newcomers and our passion for this industry is what has gotten us here in the first place.



So I thought that if I headed to EAW, that would change. I thought that after 8 years on the independent circuit, that even though I am a new guy on the main roster that I wouldn't be considered as some green, inexperienced newbie who couldn't tell apart an arm wrench for a monkey wrench. But guess what? OH I WAS WRONG! SO WRONG! Once again I arrive here, and veterans are still giving me shit. They claim that I am a “newbie” who needs “to respect his elders” and that I've only been “on the roster for a short while” so I shouldn't go around “running my mouth.” Well guess what sweetheart? It ain't running your mouth if you can back it up. And what did I do on my main roster debut on Showdown? KICKED. SOME. ASS. I had the passion, the drive and the motivation after breaking my goddamn neck, whilst I had to work late night shifts at IHOP, whilst wrestling twice a week, and attending community college to get through eight of the most difficult years of my life to get to where I am today, and I am NOT letting anyone hold me down. Not my mother, not any veteran, and not even myself.



And of course this brings me to the one guy that is fast becoming my best friend in EAW, “Mr. Veteran Himself!” SCOTT OASIS! Now he claims that he is TOUGH. He claims that he is an UNDERGROUND FIGHTER. Well guess what man? You're an underground fighter. I'm a wrestler. BIG. DIFFERENCE. Because if you've arrived into this industry. If you've arrived into this business. If you, Mrs Oasis's baby boy have decided to make a living stepping into that sacred ring that I call home all because you enjoy beating people up. All because you enjoying hurting people. All because you wanna be “the toughest man alive”. Then you...are here in this industry for all of the wrong reasons.

I and many others like me are here because we LOVE wrestling. Because we have a PASSION for wrestling. Because WRESTLING IS IN OUR BLOOD. But if you think you can have the privilege to walk down that ramp...enter that ring...and compete in the squared circle to showcase the art of professional wrestling...all because you can brain someone in the fucking face with a wooden plank?! Then you shouldn't be here simple. You shouldn't be taking up the spot of others who are true wrestlers. Others that push themselves to the limit by training in that ring 24 hours a day. Others that are willing to go on the road 300 days of year, and get their ass handed to them night in and night out. Others...that have a passion.

But I'll be honest with you Scotty boy...I know. Oh don't worry kid, I know the reason you're obsessed with me. I know the reason that I'm the only person that is on your mind right now. I know the reason that ever since my debut last Saturday, leading up to this #1 Contender's Match come this Saturday night at the Showdown Supershow. I KNOW why I'm the only guy that you've been picking on. The only guy that you've been obsessing about...thinking about...talking about...it's because I scared you didn't I. I struck fear into your mind. I rattled ya' bones. For the first time ever since you've arrived into EAW and wrestled on this roster...you were shocked that some new boy from little ol' Irving, Texas eliminated an entire team in his debut match right before you and was just THIS CLOSE from eliminating you too huh? That's it isn't it! I knew it! That's the reason that I'm the only guy you've been talking about despite the fact that there are oh I don't know! SEVEN OTHER WRESTLERS IN THIS MATCH! Now maybe you're talking about me so much because maybe you realised I'm the only worthy competitor in this match, and thank you for the compliment there Scott...but no thanks. Because at the end of the day, the reason that you haven't nearly as much talked about William Black or C5 Ion or Randy Reaume is because you fear me and all in all? I consider that a job well done.

And the reason that you fear me? Well besides the fact that you well and truly know I'm going to kick your ass come Saturday night is because you know I have the drive, I have the passion and I have the adrenaline and momentum to succeed in this industry. And more importantly than fear...for the first time in your “professional wrestling career” if you can even call it that "Mr. Underground", you're uncertain. And the greatest fear in the world today is the fear of the unknown ain't it!? Because you keep saying how I'm just a “newbie in his second week” YET you've been obsessing over me!? And it's because of that!

I'M A YOUNG BLOOD! I'M NEW TO THE FOLD! And because I'm a “newbie in his second week”, it immediately proves THAT YOU DON'T KNOW ME! YOU DON'T KNOW MY STRENGTHS OR WEAKNESSES! AND YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I AM FUCKING CAPABLE OF! That's why you're SO DAMN SCARED. You don't know how to face the unknown. You might be a veteran...but that's your downfall. Because you're a veteran...because I've watched all of the match tapes...I know your tendencies...I know your movements...and most importantly Scott....I know what makes you tick. ME.



So this Saturday night at the Showdown Supershow, I'm going to walk into that ring...and prove to you that your fear is real. That I am the TRUE TEXAN NIGHTMARE and that I am sure as hell going to leave that ship as the number 1 contender for the Interwire Championship. Because nothing gets me...nothing. And I am going to personally make sure that I prove to you...and everyone else out there who never thought that I would EVER SUCCEED, that I have the passion...the drive...and the momentum...to do what I do best. Wrestle, call names, AND KICK. FUCKING. ASS.


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“And I've seen you've been blinded by what you believe...”


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** There's a sound of massive clatter. It's so loud it sounds like it happens four or five times in a row. That's not what happened. That's just the echo of the destruction that has occured. Is it thunder? We do not yet know. All the birds in the trees flee as if something horrible has just happened. It seems just for one second that the world has stopped. On its axis it has stopped spinning or something. Everything went from normal to quite still and SILENT. After the intial shock of the sound that was so loud we determine that some horrible things do have value in them. This will help Lochlan see even further into Jamie's weak position he is trying to stand on. This kind of thing happens when the road is wet. Not today. The road was dry. The driver had full control of his car. It looks like it could be a early 70s Charger possibly? I guess the guy was just out having a good time. He must of been looking past what was in front of him. A parked car. **

** The people around Lochlan's house rush to the car, it's broad daylight. How could this guy hit a parked car. He survived. The ambulance takes him off, and the remains of what was such a nice car lay there with police everywhere. Lochlan gets out to the scene which is just 3 houses down from him. He sees a police officer put some alchohol. It looks like some sort of whiskey. He also sees the same officer place some sort of pill bottle in the bag. Then another bottle. This guy must of been high on life. The car is twisted, and part of it is like an accordian. It looks like it was in a demolition of some sort. Lochlan just thinks that how the guy driving must of been oblivious to his surroundings. Lochlan goes back inside and sits down, gets some ginger ale and thinks about what he just saw. How it is fairly simulair to Jamie O'Hara. A man that believes he's in control and thinks that he knows what's going on. The very obvious of a parked car couldn't save him. I guess in a lot of ways Lochlan Rossdale is the parked car. Yeah Lochlan will endure some punishment. They will fight, but the thing is that Jamie is going on his jolly way trying to disprove everything Lochlan is saying. He's trying way too hard to make sense of it all. He has little regard for anyone. He's been puttin down Lochlan since he got here. Acting as if Lochlan is nothing more that a joke or a flash in the pan. Do flukes exist? Yeah sure. Lochlan is far from a fluke. His dedication to his training and his experience will prove to be too great for O'Hara at Voltage. Sephiroth will be a dedicated partner that will help wear down O'Hara and Savage. **

** One thing for sure is that people that aren't in someone else's league, people that are jokes, flukes... people that live in a dream world. Well those kind of people don't draw champions, they don't get fucked by a time limit while the champion is screaming for his life. They don't have the champion run and tag in his partner in a tag match because he's looking to avoid the embarrassment that will happen to him. Those kind of dream world, delusional clowns don't accomplish what Lochlan has. Everytime Jamie tries to act like he's making this about how arrogant Lochlan is or this or that... it really doesn't matter. They've both traded punches and Jamie still gives no respect to Lochlan. Lochlan even mockingly used a chair on O'Hara then accepted his Shock Value title match. Jamie tries to desperately to find victory in defeat. Drawing your opponent due to a time limit while you are locked in Distortion is not a victory. Maybe for Lochlan, because he had you where he wanted you. **

LR: Jamie I'll just say this. Every time we have come together in person... you have always been quiet.. and speechless to me. I've usually beat the hell out of you with Quality Control. You are not aware of your surroundings. You are not aware of what awaits you. The car crash that is me will happen. You go about your day as if you have no worries. As if you can do whatever you want. You are very much not invincible. You're just as delusional as you say that I am. Maybe you are using a psycho relflection technique to help you feel better? I don't know and I really don't care. Tomorrow night on Voltage I'll fucking destroy you once and for all. The good guy in me is almost gone. Yeah I'm focused. Maybe obsessed. I don't know. It doesn't matter what I am. I just know what you are. And that's.... afraid. You are afraid of where I'm going and where you'll be left behind. Electric ropes sure... tag matches to get my hands on you? Fine. It must feel good to have my title in your hands. Ding ding ding. Thank the bell.

LR: You only offered me a rematch because you had to my friend. It was the only way. The big bad champion barely leaves Voltage with his belt due to being a stubborn tough guy that has a bad back... what a proud fucking moment. This so called delusional wrestler that can't tie your shoes... blah. Well he did draw you and had the belt won. You wouldn't of reversed anything. It was the second time you were in distortion. You were down and out. Ding. Please stop trying to spin things around on me. It just makes you look more and more... hollow.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

**The Scene opens at a children hospital, Maddie is making a special visit to a young girl with cancer**
 
Young Girl: I can't believe you are actually here (starts to cry) I know you haven't been in EAW that long but you already are my favorite Vixen of all time. Not only are you pretty but you are so funny, and cool. You are the type of person I would love to hangout with!
 
Maddie: Aww thank you (Maddie gives her a hug)
 
Young Girl: I just hope you win the Vixens Championship on Saturday, I know you will win it one day, I just don't know how long I have left to live, so I would just love to see you win the title before, before well you know.
 
Maddie: Don't you ever say that! You just can't let cancer beat you. You got to give it all you have, sure you maybe the underdog in all this, but you got to think positive, if you think positive more likely than not your body will start believing it, and your body will kick cancers booty. Look at me sure my situation isn't anything like yours but when I was a kid my dad walked out on my family, I was upset for a while but after a while I started thinking positive, I didn't want that to that ruin my life, I wanted to be as successful as I possibly could be, I never gave up, I never backed down from anything life threw at me. Like this Saturday, I to am going in as the underdog. People may look at Desiree or Kendra as the favorites to win, and sure they might win, people may look at me as an afterthought but come Saturday this afterthought just might, just might be the main thought after I win. I walk in Saturday at Showdown's Supershow as the underdog, but soon after I win, I become the biggest threat in the Vixens division. I will dedicate my match to you. I might not win like I said, but I am dedicating this match to you, and to everyone else, because this match will symbolize my motto of never giving up. Always believe, never back down. Just know, win lose or draw, just know that I gave it my all, that I left it all in the ring, just know that I gave it 110%, 100% isn't good enough, sure 100% may be "the limit" but I like to do my limit and then some. 
 
Young Girl: Oh my, you are so inspirational, that is why you are such a great role model and that is why you are my favorite. 
 
Maddie: Aww well thank you, this is exactly what I wanted to do. To put a smile on someone’s face, you will never see any of the other girls from EAW doing this because they are all mean, cold hearted individuals and are only in this for themselves. They don’t care about the fans, or making new friends. They don't care about putting smiles on faces, or just making someone’s day. Not only does this make your day, but this also makes my day too, because there is nothing I love more than making someone happy.
 
Young Girl: Well you certainly have made my day. I will never forget this moment right now, and when I grow up, NOT IF I grow up, but when I grow up, I want to be just like you.
 
Maddie: (smiles) you see that’s the spirit, and I am touched that you want to be like me, but no you need to be yourself. That is what makes life so special is all the different people in the world. However I do encourage you to be a nice person, because we already have enough bad people in the world. The world can always use another nice person!
 
Young Girl: You bet!
 
Maddie: Anyway it was a pleasure to meet you. And remember what I said. Stay strong, be positive, never give up, never back down, and lastly remember this Saturday, at Showdown’s Supershow, just remember that I will be thinking of you, and that I will be putting everything I have into becoming Vixens Champion!
 
Young Girl: Good luck!
 
Maddie: Good luck to you too!
 

**The camera fades with Maddie hugging the young girl**

Matthew I believe in order for you and the rest of this corrupted world to understand what it is your dealing with. I must tell you the story that I haven’t told anyone outside of my family. You see when I was a young boy I lived in a little home up in the hilltop which looked down on an field of cows, sheep, and chickens. A normal place that people like you likely live or grew up in with all the hopes in the worlds and desires to be successful. You see I was not popular with a lot of friends because who I was. People looked at me and saw me as a freak because I dressed different and I acted differently. I was one with what my surroundings which was, death. You see I wasn’t ever given a chance instead most kids feared me and thought I was the son of the devil himself, the stories that was told from one kid to the next all throughout school. As I grew up and the kids did as well, there was one faithful night during the summer time as the new school year was just only weeks away. I was out minding my own business. My dad went away into town and at that moment as I was outside doing my chores next thing you know I was surrounded by several teenagers. They told me to go to hell and they gang attacked me in the yards of the cemetery on the other side of the hill. They took my near unconscious body to a gravesite that was dug up and prepared for a funeral that next morning. That took my body and put me down in that grave. They processed to cover my defenseless body with the cold dirt. Laughing and told me to go back to hell where I came from. You see I looked death in the eyes on that day. I told him that my time wasn’t then and I that I was put here for a reason. I was still living for a reason. I rose from the grave once they left. I keep myself away from everyone to make them believe that they took away my life. What they didn’t know Matthew was my eyes opened and made me understand who I was and why I was there. I came out of that grave feeling stronger and knew than I’ve became more powerful. I knew the more people tried to destroy me and I overcame it the stronger I became. I returned a few weeks later and to make a long story short, once they found out that I have risen from that earthly grave the fear in their eyes was an image I could never forget as it soothed my soul. One by one I took them out and sought my revenge. Matt I am not the man whose path you want to cross.
 

 Believe it or not Matt I am the most powerful and feared man not only on Showdown but in EAW. You will begin to take notice and realize that all along I was right about this world being engulf in sin and I want you to realize it before its too late that I can help you. You see what I am doing is picking the right time to show my true intentions. Everything I do has a plan behind it and I perform my actions in ways that are not the same as others because when I do something it turn heads it leaves a mark not only on your body but in your mind. What I tend to do you Matt is make sure that people are reminded that Charles Manson isn’t going anywhere and what some of you called me a criminal and a sack of lies you will realize that it is far from it. You see I have an army of people to take down everyone in this company, what you haven’t realized yet it that the time is coming when Charles will release his orders and the Nation of Manson will take this place by storm. The thing that differentiates us boy is that I’m not a follower, sure you might think that I am following Charles Manson but currently I am the leader! I’m a leader of this revolution and no one could ever handle what actions I take and what I do. I know you will come out fighting and defend the honor of yourself and everyone who “matters” to you here only because I am dared to speak about it without a real threat to them. You see what you don’t understand is how I became who I am. In time you and the rest of the world are going to know and understand the story of who I am and the kind of paths I have walked to become what I am today. I only told you a part of the story of my life there’s much more to learn and I think its time that the world knows by backstory. My goal is to take the ones this world claims to be your heroes and make them my followers and devolve your assents. The true plague of darkness has arrived and all that in encompassing of evil in which there will be no escape this is where I show no mercy to those who dare to stand against me. Soon Matt just like Norman did you will see that there will be no hope in being able to stop me. I have painted your future in a black casket. You will live your future in darkness once I close the lid of that casket and the sound of you pounding for me to open it will be better than a warm summer’s day. I am the one who decides if I look down upon you and will let you live another day. Your age of darkness is here and you will understand the powers it brings my boy. As the world that you know all around you start to burn I will be dancing on the ashes. The powers and knowledge that I bring and way of thinking can only be shared by the ones who are willing to embrace it and willing to see the corrupted world that you will perish on.

VOLTAGE PR0M0 #1
 
[Our scene opens up to the familiar sight of Psycho Brody’s padded cell, although it is unlike anytime we have seen it before.  For the first time since he has debuted in EAW, Psycho Brody is completely alone in the cell.  No Dr. Vance, no random assortment of oddities, and not even Mr. Cuddles are anywhere to be seen.  By order of Dr. Vance, in order to prepare him for his upcoming match for which there will be nobody at ringside with him, Brody has been locked and isolated from everyone he knows.  Three days later and Brody is already feeling the tension.  Brody paces up and down the cell looking increasingly strained.  He twitches wildly and pulls at his hair, eve ripping out a few strands by the root.]
 
Psycho Brody:  I’m all alone!  All by myself!  Where is everyone?  Where did they all go?  It’s so dark in here!  I can’t see anyone!  I can’t see where they’ve gone to!  Doc…Lanny…Normy…Mr. Cuddles…anyone?!  They’ve all abandoned me!  WHY?!?!?  LET ME OUT!!!  PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME ALONE!!!  RAAAARRRRGGGHHHHH!!!
 
[Brody rushes to the door and begins to desperately pound away at it, hoping to draw the attention of someone who might come to his aid.  After nothing proves forthcoming, Brody starts to try and dig his nails into the fabric, as if he intends to pull the door off its hinges.  And after that proves ineffective, Brody contents himself to simply pounding his head against the door.]
 
???:  Nobody can hear you Brody.  Nobody will come for you.
 
[Brody turns at the sudden sound of a voice in the room with him.  Standing in the center of the room, dressed in his ring attire is Devan Dubian.  But of course, knowing Brody as we all do, this is clearly a delusion produce by the insanity of his mind, which has been pushed to even further depths of psychosis by his enforced isolation.] 
 
Psycho Brody:  You!  Get out of my room!
 
[Brody shouts the demand at his ghost companion, but the Fake Devan merely chuckles at Brody.]
 
Fake Devan:  Do you like my ploy to get all your little friends banned from ringside?  I figured you might.
 
[Brody looks shocked at this revelation.]
 
Psycho Brody:  You did that?!
 
Fake Devan:  I did.
 
Psycho Brody:  But Doc told me that was ordered by Y2Impact!
 
Fake Devan:  I told him to do that for me, so he did me a favor.
 
[Brody is stunned by this admission, and he doesn’t know whether to feel afraid or angry.]
 
Psycho Brody:  Why would you do this to me? 
 
[The Fake Devan’s tone takes on a mixture of hatred and mockery.  He starts to circle Brody like a vulture as he taunts his deranged victim.]
 
Fake Devan:  Because I hate you Brody!  I hate that you’re so much better than me!  I hate that you’re Tag Team Champion!  But most of all, I hate that you have such great friends in RAGNAROK, which is something we in Elite don’t have!  So I want to make you feel completely and utterly alone so I can destroy that special bond.
 
[Brody starts to back away, trying to escape the words he doesn’t want to hear.]
 
Psycho Brody:  No.
 
Fake Devan:  Yes!  And without your friends to watch your back, you’ll lose to me easily.  And your defeat on Voltage will be the first step on the road that leads to RAGNAROK’s destruction at Shock Value.
 
[Brody has backed right into the corner.  There is nowhere left for him to run as Fake Devan boxes him in.]
 
Psycho Brody:  No!
 
Fake Devan:  Yes!  The others will blame you for the team’s defeat, and they won’t want anything to do with you after that.  And once RAGNAROK is destroyed, I’ll take your Tag Team Championship away from you.  Then you’ll truly be alone!
 
Psycho Brody:  NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
 
[Brody lunges at Fake Devan and throws a wild swing at his head.  Put Fake Devan vanishes, only to reappear to watch Brody stumble face first into the floor.  He laughs cruelly as Brody gets back to his feet.]
 
???:  Awwwww!  Is Brody afraid to fight without his friends?
 
[Brody looks up in horror to see a SECOND Fake Devan walk out of the darkness of the room.  Both Devans stand before Brody, one in front, and the other behind him in a pincer attack.] 
 
Fake Devan #2:  Fight it all you want, it won’t change the fact that you’re a freak! 
 
Fake Devan #1:  Why would anyone want to be friends with you anyway?
 
Psycho Brody:  Stop it!
 
Fake Devan #2:  They’re just using you!
 
Fake Devan #1:  Nobody likes you!
 
Psycho Brody:  You’re lying!
 
Fake Devan #2:  They laugh at you!  Curse you!
 
Fake Devan #1:  All behind your back!
 
Fake Devan #2:  And they’re going to secretly enjoy watching you fight and lose…all alone!  BWAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
 
Psycho Brody:  LEAVE ME ALONE!!!
 
[But they don’t.  Both Devan’s are now laughing in sync at Psycho Brody, who appears to be powerless to stop them.  Unsure what to do, Brody falls into a fettle position and shivers with fear and doubt as the laughter rains down on him like an unforgiving tempest.  Suddenly…]
 
???:  Don’t listen to them.
 
[Brody looks up, the unknown voice somewhat muffled.  The Fake Devans have suddenly become frozen in midlaugh.  Brody rises from his fettle position to try and find the source of the new voice, but nobody appears.]
 
Psycho Brody:  Whose there?  Who are you?
 
[The voice does not respond, and still nobody appears before him.  When they voice speaks again, it is clearer this time, and speaks as if Lannister, Dr. Vance, and Mr. Cuddles are speaking at the same time.]
 
Voice:  They’re only saying these things because they’re jealous of you.  They want to drag you down and make you more like one of them.  But you must not let them!  Rise above their petty sanity as you’ve always done.
 
[Brody doesn’t seem to question the voice from nowhere.  Instead he sits on the floor and sounds near the point of tears when he speaks after a brief hesitation.]
 
Psycho Brody:  I can’t!  They won’t leave me alone?  Why won’t they leave me alone?  How do I make them leave me alone?
 
Voice:  The same way you always do…with pain and violence!
 
Psycho Brody:  I already tried that and it didn’t work.
 
Voice:  That’s because you were giving them the power.  Try again, but this time keep the power for yourself.
 
Psycho Brody:  Ok.  I’ll try
 
[Brody stands up and confronts the two still frozen Devans.  He glares at the one in front of him, raises a fist, and punches Devan straight in the face.  Devan’s head goes flying off his shoulders as his decapitated body dissolves into nothing.  Embolden by this, Brody turns and headbutts the second Devan in the chest, creating a gaping hole where his head connected.  He too then dissolves away.]
 
Psycho Brody:  YAY!  They go bye-bye now!
 
Voice:  Yes!  But they still need to e punished for being bad men.  Only you can do that Brody.
 
Psycho Brody:  How?  What can I do that all by myself?
 
Voice:  But Brody…you are NEVER alone!  When you’re insane you are never by yourself.  You’’ always have the voices inside your head to guide.  WE will always be with you!
 
[Brody brightens considerably at this.]
 
Psycho Brody:  Yeah, you’re right!
 
Voice:  And even if we weren’t you don’t NEED anyone to be with you at that ring.  You are the Psycho Machine, the Mad Beast, and you can fight anyone on your own!  It’s everyone else who is afraid of you!  It is Devan who should be afraid of not having anyone by his side.
 
[Brody’s voice still sounds like that of a happy child, but his face is contorted into several different emotions, each fighting for dominance.  The effect is quite terrifying to behold.]
 
Psycho Brody:  Yeah!
 
Voice:  Everyone in EAW fears you because they know you’re better than they are.  The others can only imagine the level of violence and pain they could inflict on their opponents because their sanity won’t allow them to.  But you!  You’ve risen above such restraints.  You are freer than any other Extremists in EAW.  You are capable of more extremes than ANY other Extremist.
 
Psycho Brody:  YEAH!
 
Voice:  You’ve achieved more in your short time in EAW than any member of Elite.  They call themselbes “Elite”…but it is RAGNAROK who is truly ELITE!  You beat them at House Of Glass once already.  What good will one extra member do them?  You’ll have Norman anyway!  You are Elite!  Norman is Elite!  Lannister is Elite!  RAGNAROK is ELITE!  
 
Psycho Brody:  RAARRRRRRGGGHHHHHHH!!!
 
[Brody gives a mighty roar of battle that is so loud it even manages to echo inside the padded room.  Brody breathes heavily, his blood pumped full of adrenaline and bloodlust.  He waits for more words from the Voice…but all he hears is silence.]
 
Psycho Brody:  I’ll bet you’re feeling pretty good right about now huh Devan?  Bet you think. Just because I’ll be all alone this Voltage, that I’m going to be an easy target!  BUT YOU WON’T BE LAUGHING FOR LONG!!!  Because I got a little secret I’ll share with you…I’m never alone!  My RAGNAROK family will be with me in spirit!  And I’ve still got the voices with me, so I’m never alone.  But you are!  You’re so alone, and it scares you doesn’t it?  You’re a scared little kitten!  Doc says the greatest of human fears is the fear of being alone.  He also says the greatest illusion created from that fear is the illusion of connection with others.  He says they create this illusion because they can’t face reality of being alone.  That’s why you seek comfort in Elite isn’t it?  Because you’re alone and you know it!  But now you must face reality in that ring with a living nightmare!  I’M THE WORST KIND OF NIGHTMARE!  You will realize how alone you are when you look across that ring and I am all that you see!  Nobody is coming to save you from your punishment Devan.  And you need to be punished, because you’re a bad man!  I NEED TO PUNISH YOU!  I need to…Kill Devan!
 
Kill Devan…kill Devan…kill Devan…kill Devan…
 
[With that, Brody crawls over to the corner where he promptly plants himself, rocking back and forth, hugging his knees, as he mutters quietly to himself the silent mantra of Devan’s imposing demise.
 

Fade to Black.]

(The camera opens as the screen goes from pitch black to gold, bold words written on the screen with an AmazingProductions trademark portrayed on the bottom)

One who gains strength by overcoming obstacles possesses the only strength which can overcome adversity.

(The scene quickly switches to the large, jam-packed city where skyscrapers are shown in a domino form as one of the sky camera stops and spotlights at one tall specific skyscraper which has the words ‘Amazing Co.’ written on its forehead as the camera switches to the inside on the chief floor where a man in a designer dark-navy suit, gold watch and an unwieldy beard is seen looking throughout the window where the city lies in front of him as he starts speaking)

What do I see? I look down on these people each and every single day and try to wonder if these people realize the kind of obstacles they’re going to be put up against in the ring today. There are the miserable ones who have lost all sight in their life and have no reason to move on. Then there are those who are too prideful to even accept their incompetent life that they try to find alternatives to fix their life but are never successful. Then there is the one percent, the Elite who have made it past through all the hundred levels and sit on top of their shrine. Those are the pompous arseholes that are stereotyped in the media who could not give two cares for anyone. So you ask, why do I need to be enlightening you on America’s – hell the World’s frail economic system to which majority of its members are captives to? It’s because I’m Elite and I too have had to overcome my fair share of obstacles. It sounds uncanny but it’s the truth and I’ve actually come to realize that whilst I may be ahead of you in rankings, the amount of realism you people are forced to stuff in your mouth is nowhere close to the Elite. You see, we believe that we live Atlantis where we are magically being granted everything at command and there is nothing superior to us. I actually believed that too at one point time in my life but then I joined this company, a community full of our incompetents and non-Elites as I should say. It never made sense to me how these incompetents were taking not one but three steps at a time on the ladder whilst I could only progress one by one and I kept asking myself the question of why, why is this when I am clearly superior to them? Much like when a young kid finds out that a favorite mystical creatures of his does not exist, I was forced to experience my harsh truth in a more crucial way, a world championship match against my mentor. All I can say that it was definitely a learning moment for me but not I’d particularly like to remember and since then, I’d have to take slice of this existence which has all eventually led me back to this moment in this scuffle with the fiends known as RAGNAROK. Now it’s not that I believe that some kind of revelation occurred or I drank a portion of mirakuru that just happened to change my whole aspect on life, no, it’s a lesson that I’ve somewhat come to learn with my individual self in the past few years. I don’t doubt that I’ve made mistakes in my past and there is no doubt within anyone’s mind that if my career to were meet its’ end game today that it would be cherished nothing more than a career of ‘what if’ and under the topic of a ‘vast probable’ but until you’ve made that happen, until anyone’s successful in granting that death order; I will keep pulling this rigorous career behind me until I’ve decided it’s enough.  

You three are undeniably large. You are undoubtedly some of the largest monsters that I’ve paired up against in the ring but none of that is relevant if you monsters don’t have the one thing that gives you this toughness, its control. If it is control that you need, then its control I’ll take away from you Psycho Brody.

Now you know my story so I’m going to try to humor myself and the many who follow my production with my assumption of your triad known as RAGNAROK. I thought about doing it individually for each and every one of you but then I realized that how different can the past be for three men who came out to be monsters? There’s not that much that could have occurred differently for these three and it almost seems fitting that they came to find each other in the same community to cause harm against the ones who did not share the same burden that they once had to suffer. You want to know how I know. It’s because it’s always the same with you psychos, none of you have an inch of eccentricity. You may all wear different masks and refer to yourselves in different tones as attested by the European Lannister’s quirky wordplay or the stigmata the Norman Hellion believes that Charles Manson happens to be his savior and my most beloved one, the bizarre ward that’s come right out of the mental hospital known as Psycho Brody.  Whilst I share an equal amount of animosity for the duo of Lannister and Norman Hellion, I completely and fully loathe you Psycho Brody. Let’s just say that I’m particularly glad we’ll be able to spend some alone time in the ring with no diversions because I’m getting real tired of going back and forth with these intrusions to other shows. It has to start where it ended and for you and me at least Psycho Brody, its here at our home on Voltage. When you decided to attack me a few weeks ago at Territorial Invasion during my ladder match where I just happened to be inches away from winning my first world title ever, I realize you probably thought that you were making your allegiance to the mercenary known as Lannister known and also trying to get your name in gold shrined in the newspaper and that seemed like an easy enough justification for you to live with, or one you were told to live with one anyways. The one ingredient you forgot to factor in your recipe to this fiend stable known as RAGNAROK is that you just happened to cause mayhem against an extremist at the wrong time who just happened to know the right people. If that weren’t enough, you wanted to commit to a deeper cut so you decided to slander my injury even more and I’m sure those tag titles feel good right about now on your shoulders, don’t they? That’s chip, mate. You believe that you can cause all the chaos you want in the world because there is nothing left in this world that you could ever care for, there is nothing in this normal world that pertains to you thus leading you to this psychotic rage against all of us. When you believe you really have nothing to lose, you try to do either one of the two things, and you either try to go out like a hero in a memorial in which you wish people will always remember you or go out as a lunatic who murders his way into his own grave. I see you’ve chosen the second option but the thing is that I really just don’t believe that you have nothing to lose. It just so happens that I’ve intrigued by the load of you and I feel that I’m the one who can break you before you can impair anyone else. It makes sense to me, it is control that resides within you and that’s what you still believe in Brody. That’s what you all believe in. You feel that as long you’re controlling or being controlled, you have the wish to become as reckless as you can be. I chose ELITE because I trust these two men to be the only other two men in this company to be adventurous enough to realize that is a larger truth behind the load of you and if we are able to find it, these fiends won’t amount to anything anymore. In our mission to beat you, we will expose you. You’re the adversity, the block in my mind that’s stopping me from moving forward and once I front you out, I believe that success will lay itself out for me. All those obstacles I had to face weren’t just some two-bit shots that were made to push me back further from the finishing line, they were all instructions for me to learn so when I came face to face with my adversity, I would know how to react. The time is here and the spotlights on us now Psycho Brody, it’s my turn to take over and finally claim Voltage the home of Prince Amazing, Devan Dubian.


(Devan Dubian turns from the window and slowly with his hands in his pocket walks out of the office and steps in front of an elevator waiting a smirk smile as the camera slowly rotates backwards then fades)

 
Isn’t it funny what the right variables can bring to an explosive equation? All variables have the potential to become an explosive, but it takes the right thing to set them off. I’ve always thought of menstruating women as being the perfect variables for an explosive equation. However, when you decide to throw something as dangerous as a ladder into the equation, you’re going to get some interesting results.
 
 
The moment of truth was closely approaching. You could feel the anticipation coming though there were days standing between six women and the Vixen’s championship. It was a title that has been held by some of the best women to have ever walked into the squared-circle. On principle alone, this match was going to be the biggest in the careers of all of the participant’s careers. The fact that this match was the first time the title had been contended for in a period of time made things that much more interesting. This would be the first opportunity at the title for many of the participants. Though one had already held the title on multiple occasions, one could argue that this may be the most important match for that title in its history.
 
One thing was for certain. Desiree Drake knows that she was in for the fight of her life. Coming off an amazing debut last week on Showdown, she knows she is going to have to do things that are totally out of her comfort zone to be crowned the Vixen’s champion.  As she stood in the middle of the gym, she had a clear look of concentration on her face.  Her eyes were clearly looked onto the punching bag that she was hitting. With each shot from her red Everlast boxing glove, the bag moves a few inches. After every shot, they seem to intensify slightly.  Desiree hits the bag a few more times before quitting. She raises the right glove up towards her mouth and bites down on the Velcro strap. She rips it off and lets her glove slowly slide of her hand. Using her relinquished hand, she undoes the strap on her left hand and slides the glove off. After it hits the floor, she bends down giving the camera full view of her behind in her compression pants. Slowly getting herself up to her full vertical base, she turns around and faces the camera. She puts a smirk on her face as she pants a bit. After a moment, she regains her composure and begins to speak.
 
“Well, I guess I’m the topic of water cooler conversation now. Everyone saw what I did at Showdown, and can’t seem to get over it. I mean, what did I do that was so wrong? I didn’t tag Law and Order into the match, big whoop. If you couldn’t tell I had it more than handled the entire match. I could have taken Chelsea and Maddie on in my sleep. I didn’t need some subpar law enforcement agent watching my back. I proved that I don’t need someone to watch my back when I know my ass wasn’t in any danger.”

Desiree begins to walk around the gym. As she does this, the camera follows her… and her compression pants. As she walks past the different male patrons of the establishment, they all look down to stare at her assets. She makes her way towards the front of the gym where a wrestling room had been set up. Desiree walks over to the ring and places her hands on the apron. She slowly passes her hands along it for a few seconds before turning her back to it. Once her back is facing the ring, she jumps up a bit to sit on the apron. Once she gets comfortable, she begins to speak once again.
 
“You see, I feel at home here. In fact for a long time, this was my home. This is the same gym where I learned my trade. This is the ring where I learned to break bitches in two. This is where I figured out what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. This is where I found out that I’m unstoppable. Last week, I proved that I could do something that no other Vixen could do. I showed the entire world that I’m a force to be reckoned with. I don’t think little old Maddie realized that.”
 
Desiree places her hands squarely in between her legs. As she does this, she crosses her feet one over the other. As she looks into the camera, she let out a small chuckle before she began to speak again.
 
“Maddie, you think that everyone in this life has to be friendly. I don’t know how you came about the philosophy that the nice girls always win, that’s dead wrong. I showed you at Showdown that the bad girl is always better. I don’t have to act like a nice girl to get attention; I get it by just walking into the room. Part of me really feels sorry for you. You really think that you can do something with yourself in this business; it’s really laughable that you think that.  You can write all the poems you want, it’s not going to help you be able to take me down. You tried your damndest at Showdown, and you still fell short. I beat you and Chelsea with a partner who just stood on the apron. I basically beat you and your partner all on my own. What makes you think that throwing a few other Vixens into the equation will alter the end result? You keep thinking that you have a shot in hell in this match Maddie. Who knows, maybe you’ll get one hell of a poem out of it after you lose.”
 
Desiree takes her hands out from the space between her legs and rests her arms on the bottom rope of the ring. She continues to look square into the camera as she swings her legs up onto the left side of the apron.  She then brings herself up to a vertical base on the apron before she begins to speak.
 
“Chelsea, you got double deflated last week. I sincerely hope that your back is okay. You know, last week was basically just business. Even though we are pretty cordial at the moment, I am sorry for that. In fact, I’m sorry for all the things that I said about you. I mean I said you looked like a Rottweiler in the heat of the moment. If I’m being fair, I don’t think you look like a Rottweiler. You may have a slight resemblance to a Doberman, but that’s about it.”
 
Desiree lets out a soft chuckle before she looks at the camera with an almost sympathetic look. She slowly enters the ring from the bottom rope. Once she’s totally vertical, she begins to speak once more.
 
“You know I’m kidding, we are acquaintances after all. Okay, well maybe more than that… we may be frienemies. The point is, no hard feelings when I take away your Vixen’s championship aspirations at Showdown. I promise that I’ll try not to Double Deflate you too hard this time. Just hard enough so I can go ahead and climb that ladder and win my title.”
 
Walking over to the center of the ring, Desiree stands there for a moment before looking up at the ceiling. After keeping her attention up at the ceiling, she then looks back down. 
 
“Damn, it’s hard to believe that they’d hang something so pretty that high. Next time, why don’t we just hang Laura Amber Williams from the ceiling and leave her there?”
 
After letting out a small chuckle, Desiree is quick to speak once more.
 
“I mean she gives blondes like me a bad name. I thought cops were supposed to protect and serve? She just displays all of the typical blonde stereotypes. I mean she definitely has more silicon in her than the body should be able to handle. Not to mention, she must have been a dispatcher in law enforcement, because I don’t see her protecting anything. Oh, maybe she was a cop at the local titty bar? I mean you know anybody could be Officer McNasty over there.  Ms. Whatever spinoff I can think of next, you are way out of your league. Why don’t you go back to whatever correctional facility you were giving conjugal visits at and let the big girls handle the ring. I’m just looking out for your health dear. I’d hate for one of those implants to bust when you go to climb the ladder. You know, silicon isn’t good if it gets into your blood stream. “
 
Desiree places her hands on her hips as she slowly walks towards the ropes. She looks down towards the floor as she slowly moves her hands from her hips onto the top rope. She keeps looking down for a few moments as she shakes her head from left to right. Slowly, she picks her head up and looks into the camera before her mouth starts moving once again.
 
“Honeys, I’m not saying all of this for no reason. I truly care about the health of each and every one of you. I’d say that the fact that we’re about to compete in something as vicious as a ladder match should scare you all. The thing is, I know that isn’t the case. You see if I hadn’t watched House of Glass with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed that two women competed in the dreaded Taipei death match.  I love glass, that’s how you make mirrors. I love looking at myself; I couldn’t survive without a mirror. However, why would you waste good glass to tape to your hands to hit another person? I mean I could have looked at myself in that mirror damnit. That brings me to you two, Kendra and Lethal.”
 
Desiree takes her hands off the top rope and slowly walks over to the turnbuckle nearest her. She turns her back to it and places her hand on the top rope. Suddenly, she jumps up and lands on the top turnbuckle. As Desiree adjusts herself on the turnbuckle before she continues her thought.
 
“Kendra, you are apparently a big deal around these parts. You’ve actually held the gold that I so desire on multiple occasions. I have to give it to you, that is quite impressive. However, this isn’t going to be another time that you are going to be capturing gold. You see, I’m all for learning form the past. You’ve been champion, I want to be champion. You are standing in my way darling. You want to get that title back so badly, I’m afraid something like that won’t be happening for you. You see, you’re getting a little… old around here Kendra. All of us new girls are coming around; we’re stealing your spotlight. Well, the little bit of a spotlight that you had. I know it has to eat you alive that these younger and prettier girls are coming in and taking all of your precious spotlight. I mean, I’m clearly the best of them, but the other girls do an… alright job.  Kendra, you’re definitely going to have a lot of trouble at Showdown. You know, I don’t know if you’re veteran status will help you climb up that big old ladder. I’d hate for you to take a nasty fall and break your hip. You know, I know that I should probably respect my wrestling elders, but I don’t think that you deserve it. A true veteran knows when it’s time for them to take their washed up ass home. Sorry to say, Kendra I think it’s your time. It’s time for some new blood to take that Vixen’s title, sorry babe.”
 
Calmly, Desiree lifts her right hand up towards her face and brushes her hair off her shoulder. Looking over at the camera, she smiles a bit before jumping to her feet on the mat. Never letting her gaze leave the camera, she begins to speak once again.
 
“Lethal you took the Vixen’s championship hostage. That’s a very unneeded strategy don’t you think? Look hun, I understand that you want that title just as bad as everyone else, but you have to work for it. This isn’t some bank robbery; you can’t just take the belt and run with hopes that nobody sees you.  You’re going to relinquish that title at Showdown. That very title that you stole is going to hanging high somehow on the USS Carl Vinson. Quite frankly, I don’t know how they’ll pull that off, but more power to them. Anyway, you’ll have to give up that title that you’ve been holding oh so dearly. I hate to burst your bubble; you’re not getting that title back. So get ready to lick your wounds, because there will be plenty of them.”
 
With a devious smirk on her face, Desiree walks over to the ropes nearest the camera. She quickly gets out of the ring from the bottom rope and jumps to the floor. She looks at the camera for a moment before turning her back to camera. With a slight hint of seductiveness, she bends down as the camera catches every moment. Slowly, she backs away from the ring, clearly pulling something out from under it. As the camera backs away, it’s apparent that Desiree has pulled a ladder out from under the ring. She uses her strength to pick the ladder up and slides it into the ring. Soon after, she follows by sliding herself into the ring. Getting back to her vertical base, she bends down and picks up the ladder. Quickly, Desiree sets it up. Turning back towards the camera, she blows a kiss at it. Taking her attention back to the ladder, she goes over to the right side and begins to climb. Once she makes it to the top, Desiree begins to speak once more.
 
“Ladies, remember this image. Remember this, as you will all be looking down at me when I ascend a ladder much like this. You’ll all be watching with tears in your eyes because I’ve taken away your dreams in one fell swoop. When I pull down that Vixen’s championship down, I’m going to show everyone that what I did last week was just the beginning. After I win the ladder match, the age of a true woman will begin across all of EAW. Ladies it’s no hard feelings, I’m just that much better than every single one of you. Whether you have one, two, or three names, the only name that’s going to matter is Desiree Drake. Wait I’m sorry…”
 
Desiree throws her hands into the air. She has a victorious demeanor about her as she stands on the ladder. Suddenly, she places her hands back down to her side and begins to speak once more.
 
“That’s Desiree Drake, the new Vixen’s champion.”
 
With that, Desiree blows a kiss at the camera as it slowly begins to fade to black.

Date: 07/03/2014
Location: Chicago Hilton Lobby 

We open on Caliban lounging on a couch with his feet crossed and no shoes on, he is wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and an orange dragonball
t-shirt. Sitting across from him is a female interviewer working for EAW, the camera settles on the two and the female interviewer begins 

Interviewer: For those who may not know you please fill us in 

Caliban: My name is Jordan P. Caliban, I'm from Coleraine Northern Ireland and I'm a pro wrestler

As he answers we get a short cut away to a hype reel of Caliban performing some of his moveset mainly his 630 splash it continues to play as the interviewer asks her next question and ends when he answers 

Interviewer: And what does being a pro wrestler mean to you in a world of sports entertainers?

Caliban: There are people in this business who do what they can to make it more about who they are outside the ring than who they are in the ring. The people who sit in the seats don't give a shit about who got what Valet pregnant or who is manipulating who to what championship thats why they boo these people. Sports entertainers kill this business but a guy like me? I'm the shot to the heart of pure adrenalin it needs every now and then to keep it going, I am here to implement a new brand of entertainment, high impact entertainment.

Interviewer: You make you debut on voltage in a 6 man tag with the Butcher Dakota smith and Kaol Wake the 3rd, strange bed fellows to say the least 

Caliban: If I was the kinda guy with a leadership complex Id do everything I could to put those two men under my pay roll or mind control or whatever. You see in those 2 men there lives monsters and in my mind there lives a few putting them all together could be a symphony of chaos or a clusterfuck depending on the opponents of course 

He finishes with a sly smile knowing what's coming next 

Interviewer: And what of your opponents? while you have 2 beasts at your back you are faced with 3 men who some would consider possibly more your size 

Caliban: Lets not beat around the bush about it, I am the smallest man in this match, hell theres a good chance Ill be the smallest man in most matches but unlike most I'm ok with that. You see the old boys made a mistake when they created American Pro Wrestling, they believed you had to be big and dumb enough to take direction but in truth there is so much more to what we do. Wrestling is about instinct, it's about angles and weaknesses, its the game of chess played with bones and blood. You could almost say my 3 opponents are all players of this game, one of my partners also seems to think he is or at least his manager does, I'm not really sure how that set ups working I don't know a whole lot about any of these men but I have seen there type before. My partners are 2 guys that I know a tag is like an on switch and they will climb in the ring and beat the shit out of someone, my opponents won't be as well understood by each other

Interviewer: 3 minds are better than one in most situations and if those minds can put their mental and physical prowess to good use as a team then surely that puts you on the back foot 

Caliban smiles wide and snake like and sits forward putting his feet on the floor and his hands on his knees 

Caliban: So therein lies the game plan, you see I am very fast in that ring, I am quick on my feet and in my head, those 3 minds trying to work together cohesively give my intellect bred of instinct a distinct advantage. All I have to do is manipulate them in a few slight ways to make sure they aren't able to communicate and then you will have 3 different guys with 3 different agendas trying to gain dominance over everyone in the ring, partners and opponents alike. But my team, I have a guy who loves to dish out pain, he doesn't think about it, he doesn't plan it it just happens. the other guy is a little bit more cerebral but I can make anyone listen to reason if I have to and with that extra voice he has in his ear I know I can make him listen to me too.

He lays back and crosses his legs beneath him on the couch spreading his arms across the back of the seat 

Caliban: And anyways this match takes place on the 7th of november meaning I am debuting on my birthday, Im gunna be light as fuck and quick as lightning. EAW is about to meet the most jump out the seat, shit your pants, holy fuck performer this company has ever seen. The Locker room is a toy box, the ring is the playground and I am here to take that mentality and raise the bar in how people approach pro wrestling. I am the first of a new breed, someone who understands that if you are as good as I am and god damn it I am good then wins and loses aren't something that should affect your way of life

The screen fades to black as the interview ends, for a second it looks like a blank screen, just darkness behind the glass but then the shadows move and a head raises its chin displaying an orange mask with Pumpkin detailing around the eyes, nose and mouth, it's creepy and disembodied and as it speaks the mouth shows less and less mask characteristics as it goes along on its long tirade of expletive nonsense before stopping dead mid word and cocks its head on side as if only noticing the device recording it 

Head: HI! My name is the Punkin and I live in the Ginger irish dudes head, I am the voice behind the masterpiece that is Jordan Caliban, I am the reason he is ruthless, I am the reason he is relentless, I am the reason he is dangerous. I am the lifeblood that brings Jordan Caliban to life! EAW you want answers? I am the answer to what the true personification of bloodshed and suffering looks like