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The air is thin and the fog is thick, now more than ever. Now more than ever, Extremists straggle with their arms stretched out and their eyes wide open, looking for even a glimmer for a guide through the smoke, but the smoke gets darker and the days become shorter. Day by day this company sinks deeper into Hell, and sometimes to get by in Hell you have to learn to like it there. This empire called EAW has been rendered -- perhaps even reduced to a dungeon. Tyranny is disguised as ''anarchy'', the rebels are now the conformists, you are all forced to conform to the means of EXTREME. 

And YOU, Ares Vendetta.

YOU are JUST ANOTHER STRAGGLER!

Nothing more! I don't care what you've done to me. You live to be there to see me die, and you're never going to have that pleasure. I'm going to keep rob you of it the same way I robbed your father of his crown, robbed him of his kingdom, of his mindless self indulgence. I'm going to keep you away from the one thing that brought you here. You're going to continue to struggle, and struggle, and struggle, and struggle Ares, because that is the legacy of the Vendetta family. That is the legacy of the Sekaiichi Dynasty. The same way your father fought and fought and fought, and gave and gave and gave it WASN'T ENOUGH! IT WASN'T ENOUGH! And I looked into your eyes on Dynasty and I can't believe I didn't see it sooner, but I saw your father in your eyes. I saw that man's ambition and his drive and his passion in your eyes, I saw that crazed look he gave me at Pain for Pride right before he dove face-first into flames! I saw it, Ares, that same look, the look he gave me right before he lost everything. Or perhaps what I saw in your eyes was that look of fear and contempt that I saw in your mothers eyes when despite everything she threw in my path, nothing she ever had enough. You and them share the same fate, to lose to me, to be beaten by me, because you people  think you're entitled to the keys to this kingdom, and like fools you're willing to rush in. But you forgot that it was I who built this castle brick by brick, slab by slab, I've built this Ares. This doesn't belong to any of you. You're another wanderer in the Fog who's looking to use me as an escape, and you've done a fine job getting started, but unfortunately this is also where it ends. Unfortunately this rebirth of the Vendetta empire is stillborn, unfortunately you die before you ever get a chance to live.

Unfortunately you're too young and naive to understand that, but I am no de-fanged serpent you can play with in your palm of your hands! I AM THE PALE HORSE IN THE MIDST OF THE FOG. I'm in my element every time I step in that ring and you are simply a visitor! I've been the ruler of the world long before I defeated your father, long before I even became the EAW Chairman! You think because you've helped Zack Crash take away my seat in the Chair means you've usurped me as king? Do you really believe you have that kind of power?? Over me!? You know it's a shame despite all the similarities you have to your father one thing you lack is his credibility. He knew when to pick his spots, he knew when to fight his battles, he was everything that he said he was. But you call yourself a ''VULTURE'', funny, because a ''VULTURE'' such as yourself should know a lot about picking his spots. Vultures know enough not to take ferocious beasts head on. They know to bide their time and feed off of the carcass, but you're not stepping into the ring with a dead man, I am alive and well. I am perhaps more alive than I've been, and that's bad news for you. And you just think you have me right where you want me, like I don't share in that sentiment? You don't think I'll be more than ready for you!? YOU DON'T THINK I'VE BEEN WAITING FROM THE MOMENT YOU PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME FOR THE DAY I GET TO SHARE THE RING WITH YOU? No Ares, unfortunately for you I want this just as bad as you. I'm motivated, I'm focused, I'm jumping out of my fucking skin, I'm tossing and turning at night, I'm counting the fucking days. I want this so bad, you have no idea. If you're even remotely your father's son you'll give me a damn good match this Sunday, at least, but that's as far as it goes. Your futile attempts of ending me, this pipe-dream of you seeing my death...

Better have tried.
Better have failed.

A faceless man... A faceless woman... I guess I could say they were my parents. But really, what are parents? Does having a child simply make you a parent? Of course not. There are “bad” parents, there are “good” ones... It seems society is where such things are judged. Provide basic needs and moral principles for your child? You're good. Neglect them emotionally or fail to provide those basic needs? You're bad. It's that simple, right?... But it really isn't that simple. This man, this woman, these two parents of mine... They provided all that a supposed good parent should; at least, that is until I hit my teenage years. Yes, when their little boy started to grow into a young woman, they suddenly became bad parents. Terrible words, beatings and finally just plain being thrown out of the house without much of anything... So did they just become bad parents? Or were they bad all along? Maybe they're just intolerant? Or maybe they're just disgusting piles of flesh, not worthy of sharing oxygen with other human beings? It's been my experience throughout my short life that there's more of these faceless fools that cover the planet than those that understand. But soon, everyone will understand... Or they'll simply fall in my wake.

[Time: 2:35 AM]
[Place: Streets of Las Vegas]

It's an unseasonably cold night in Las Vegas. There's a slight drizzle covering the city. In a dark, dirty alley, a hobo huddles underneath a cardboard box for shelter. A young woman, wearing a corset top, tight leather pants and knee high boots sashays into the alley. This “woman”... is Nikki Nevermore.

[Hobo] Please, miss... Spare some change?

Nikki looks at the hobo. He's filthy; tattered clothes, nasty hair, an unkempt and scraggly beard... He's clearly had some hard times. Nikki bends down to face the man, making eye contact. There's a smile on her face. It's not exactly a welcoming smile. It's not just the smile itself that would make it unwelcoming. Nikki's eyes... They seem to lack life, almost as if they'd be more at home on a mannequin than an actual person.

[Nikki] Change? Oh, I can give you much more than that. I could give you enough money to eat for a week. But here's the question running through my mind... Why should I?

[Hobo] I-I mean, it's a decent thing to do. You'd help someone in need!

[Nikki] Ah, yes. The poor man who finds himself lacking in many things. You're not just in need. You're far beyond that point. I'd almost say you deserve money. But there's the unseen future which just opens up more questions. What would you spend it on? Would you maybe get some food? Maybe you'd use it to help clean yourself up, get a job so you're not on the streets anymore? Or maybe you'd just use it on booze and drugs? Maybe you're just a junkie that knows nothing outside of that life? So which is it, honey?

[Hobo] Food, before anything else. It's a bit rude to accuse someone you don't know of being an addict...

[Nikki] Oh honey, I know all about that lifestyle. It's one I live everyday. However, it's not just drugs for me. I have so many addictions, I'm not sure I could list them all. I should probably be in rehab... Or a mental institution... Or some group where they all delude each other into believing they're all getting better. You know, the ones where people admit they have a problem and their little fake family pretends to support them. Yet here I am, walking the streets. Do you know why that is?

[Hobo] Listen lady, I'm not sure what you're trying to do here...

[Nikki] Since you don't seem to have anything of significance to add, I'll continue. I'm here walking the streets because I'm too smart for “them”. “They” will tell you drugs are bad, violence isn't okay, laws are needed for safety and all sorts of other garbage that'll keep you in line. Even the biggest machines need tiny cogs. One out of place won't cause a problem. But when it becomes two, three, four and so on... Then the machine doesn't work the way it should. “They” don't want the machine to break down.

[Hobo] Alright crazy, who are “they”?

Nikki laughs before grabbing a somewhat busted milk crate. She puts down and uses it as something of a seat.

[Nikki] “They” are everybody. The government, police, preachers, ministers, school principles, teachers... You can't simply identify a member of the machine with a single glance. You need to get deep inside, find out what makes them tick. A machine member will always react when you break order. It's almost like being a part of a military, or being in jail. You see, you're given the impression of freedom by the machine. They say you're free and that you can do whatever you want. Yet, marijuana is still illegal in a number of states. Gay couples still can't get married in certain states. Hell, there's places with alcohol restrictions. Smoking is becoming far less common in public. Freedom is an illusion. True freedom is anarchy.

[Hobo] What kind of loon are you? Anarchy isn't an answer to anything.

Nikki tilts her head, her expression changing from the creepy smile she had to one of amusement.

[Nikki] You of all people should be in favor of anarchy. Do you think you'd be in such a terrible place if such a thing happened? Unless, of course, you aren't strong enough to handle such conditions. See, that's another reason the machine wouldn't want that. Most in a position of power have brains or brawn, not both. They bully you physically or mentally. Your average person is typically not equipped to deal with such assaults.

[Hobo] And you are?

Nikki lets out another laugh.. More of a cackle than an actual laugh. It's a cackle that would make most people cringe. Nikki stands up, kicking the busted milk crate of to the side of the alley. It hits a dumpster, causing a cat, maybe a raccoon... something inside it to rustle.

[Nikki] You really don't know me well. The exterior is a facade. It's like carrying a tommy gun in a guitar case. I don't just like hurting people... It's fun to me! I like receiving as much as I give too... It's rush that reminds me I'm alive. Very little in our crappy world does that for me anymore. This world we live in is such a fake mess... It needs scorched and rebuilt. There's a revolution on the way. You might want to decide where you stand...

[Hobo] And who's going to lead this “revolution”?

[Nikki] Me, of course.


With that, Nikki reaches into her purse, producing a cigarette. After lighting it, she simply strolls down the alley, into the darkness.

So last week I'll admit I got my ass kicked and I was ok with that. I don't care about that I won't dwell on that anymore it's beyond me. This week however I plan to do a lot better and do better in my match on Voltage. Friday will have different outcome for me. I know what I'm capable of and I'm capable of beating my opponent. So on Friday night I'm going to have to come in with more fire and apparently Tarah is going to get burn and there's nothing that I can or will do about that.

So it’s come down to this. Two weeks have passed but it feels as if it was just yesterday. I was cheated out of my well-deserved victory. I was humiliated, I was pinned unfairly. I got fucked over. I’m not the type of person to dwell on something that has happened in the past, so I’ll just leave it at that.  As I’ve stated many times before; I focus merely on the future. I don’t stop until I have the last laugh. That just goes to show, Ladies and Gentlemen, nowadays you can’t play fairly. In order to get somewhere you have to get your hands dirty. Your morals are basically thrown out of the window the moment you step into the EAW ring.

Regardless, so many events have occurred in the last two weeks that it even made me take a step back and reevaluate all of my decisions. Lethal personally attacked me, Ares Vendetta leaped into the spotlight and it may be possible that the Vixens title is going to get a shot of rejuvenation.  There are so many topics I need to tackle but let’s start with the most jaw dropping one: Ares Vendetta. My son, my blood. You have been gifted the DNA package of two legends. The chromosomes that are fluttering inside of your nucleus were given to you by two of the best extremist to have ever walked through the EAW arena. You are a prodigy, Ares. DDD has no idea in how much deep shit he’s gotten himself into, although, I won’t put my nose into your business. I know that you’ve been taught to think critically and to analyze your situations. I have faith in you, son.

I know I said I wasn’t going to speak about Territorial Invasion anymore, but god, I simply cannot help it. Ever since Territorial Invasion I’ve had this question lingering in my mind. Lethal, first and foremost let me welcome you back. It’s great to see a new addition to our Vixens roster. It’s so nice how you decided to make your comeback specifically during my match. And it’s even better to see how you made the decision to attack me without giving me a warning. Here’s my question to you, Lethal: Why? Why me? Why did you decide to interfere? I have to be honest; I don’t recall ever having bad blood with you. I don’t even remember the last time you were here actively in EAW. Now that I think about it, I don’t even remember if we’ve ever spoken in the past. If we have, my apologies. I’m sorry that your actions are not memorable enough for them to be implanted in my brain. However, if we have not indeed spoken before the chaos that happened at TI, what made you attack me? At what point did your Neanderthal brain think it was a good idea to pick a bone with one of the most vengeful vixens EAW has ever seen? I don’t see the logic in your reasoning’s but alas, that doesn’t really matter. You’ve already ignited a fire that you can’t put out. I won’t stop until I see your pitiful-self pleading for forgiveness as you burst into flames. Until that faithful day comes, I will continue venturing further. I will do whatever it takes to see you go down and stay down like the canine that you are. We’ll see on Dynasty if you still have the same drive and determination you had on TI. It’s not a one-on-one match but keep in mind that all of my focus is going to be on you. I’m sure my partner, Tiberius Jones, will take care of Christopher Corrupt as I will handle the rest. Until then…

Shhh... just shhh... you hear that? Well? It's wonderful, isn't it? That's the sound of peace and quiet. Something I've severely lacked. Something I haven't had in a while. Something that I only have here --- in this sort of confinement. It's in here where I have peace and quiet because I'm not getting it anywhere else. Even in the comfort of my own home. At night, it's as if I have trouble being able to sleep. I've had the week off and yet, I've had no sleep. I guess I'm so used to it and as unhealthy as it is, I have too much stress and I have so much to worry about that it's nearly impossible to. It's not like I don't want to sleep, I do. Anyone who doesn't want to sleep, doesn't deserve to sleep. At least, that's the way I see it. No, though, I've had a lot on my mind. That has to be why I've had no sleep because it's like no matter what I do, it's never enough. No matter how hard I train, no matter how hard I fight, it's never enough. I'm willing to bet that it's never going to be because there's always more to stress over, there's always more to worry about and that's just how life is. I think I've started to realize that and it's in that moment that I'm able to focus. That's right. Focus --- on the task at hand. What's that, you may ask? This Sunday, on Dynasty, Prince of Phenomenal and I are going to be against Lucian Black and that ungrateful brat, Aren Mstislav. A match that I'm going to enjoy a hell of a lot more than my opponents.

I have to say though, POP, you really were at the top of your game and it was a great match but, unfortunately for you, I was at the top of mine and I won. You know that though because you said it yourself that you're still upset with the result. No, you're more than upset, you're pissed off and you said that too. Why are you pissed off, POP? You know I'm a better extremist and I had you beat. I see why and you should be pissed off. Even at the top of your game, you were outdone. You aren't so phenomenal anymore, are you? No, I'm not going to be like that. You showed me you still had it in you and you proved me wrong. I never said I was right about everything nor had I hoped I was then because I'd hate to see you fall even more from grace. Like I said, you and I had a great match, that's what I'd like to see out of you. That's what everyone would like to see out of you, POP. If you're to bring that same intensity to the ring this Sunday, Lucian Black and Aren Mstislav aren't going to have it so easy out there. You and I need to co-operate in order for us to beat them because if not, I'm not going to be there to pick you back up. You're going to have to fight for yourself. This Sunday, we're a team, you aren't one of my opponents. So I'm going to leave it up to you to make the right decision. Know though, that if you don't make the right decision? I won't sleep until I have you right where I want you and where that is, you aren't going to know because it could be at any time, at any place but I know that isn't what it's going to come to because I know you're going to make the right decision.

As for my opponents, I know they're going to slip up. They're going to make a mistake and that's just inevitable. When you have an ungrateful brat like Aren Mstislav in the ring, he's so full of himself that he doesn't even realize it. Lucian Black, on other hand, is someone that I've gained some respect for. We fought at Midsummer Massacre and unlike his partner, he shoved his pride to the side and shook my hand. Respect is all I could ever ask for and Lucian Black gave me just that. In turn, I gave him some respect because we had a great match and like my partner, he showed me he's changed and proved me wrong. This Sunday isn't about Lucian Black and I. We've dealt with our problems. We've just found ourselves on opposite sides once again. This Sunday is about Aren Mstislav and I. Because it was after all of the disrespect that I started to have problems with him. What he tried to pull at Territorial Invasion was just ridiculous. To me, that was the last straw. It was then when he attacked me from behind that I started to realize just how much of a little coward Aren Mstislav really is. If he's the Russian Prince, then I don't even want to know who the Russian King is. I never would have thought a country like Russia would have such a pussy be raised there. Know what's even more ridiculous? Aren Mstislav didn't even get the job done. Even after he attacked me from behind, I still went out there and competed. Whatever his intentions were, they were foiled just like that. Because they were poorly planned --- a rookie mistake on his part. If I were him though, I wouldn't have any of that. I'd capitalize on every opportunity in front of me. That's the difference between a rookie and a veteran. That's the difference between us. That's the difference for this Sunday.

~ The scene opens up outside of an office door. On the door window it reads "Matthew Miles, COO". A voice telling the cameraman to come in can be heard and he opens the door to reveal Matt Miles sat in an armchair in front of his desk. He's dressed in a navy Kiton suit and matching tie. His hands are balled together as he leans forwards, speaking as he does so. ~

MTM: For the last week I've been stuck in my office, here at MTM Incorporated, and I've been given the opportunity to think about my position both here and in Extreme Answers Wrestling. Here at MTM, I gave clear demonstration of what I was capable of turning this company in to and it has risen up through the ranks because of my capability. However, in EAW I have done nothing but floundered in ShowDown's midcard, not having any sense of direction whatsoever. On one hand you have success pouring down while on the other hand there's nothing but a small drizzle that just screams "DO BETTER" at me every waking minute and I ask that voice "How?" every time. "How do I do better when I have ran out of ideas, when nothing has worked?" For almost two months I have had these questions floating through my mind as I have struggled to find an answer that will bring these thoughts to some kind of conclusion. I was clueless... until now. When you look at the past of any company, whether it be EAW, AWF, AWL, FWE, you name it, there was always one trending factor: Evolution. This one aspect has define the careers of many an extremist, past and present. The extremists in EAW's Hall of Fame always found it in themselves to evolve and adapt to gain success. These are extremists that everyone here has heard of such as Mikado Sekaiichi, Dark Demon, RRS, Y2Impact, Mr. DEDEDE, Jaywalker... and the list goes on and on. All of them were able to modify their moveset, their attitude and sometimes just even their look in order to find further success. It's because of these... these revolutionaries of our business that right now, I'm doing the same thing that they all did. If you want something done right you must do it yourself. Starting as of this moment, I'm having a change of attitude. I even have a way to legitimise it for all of you to see.

~ Miles rolls back slightly and opens the top left drawer of his desk, skimming through several files before picking one from the pile and placing it in front of the camera for it to read. The cameraman looks down for everyone to read. ~

MTM: If I continue on the path that I'm taking, MTM Incorporated's stocks will continue to fall and I will be fired from my position as Chief Operating Officer, replaced by someone more eager than myself to take over. Of course, they won't be able to lead the company to as much success as I have been able to.

Every match that I've stepped in to in the past, I have demanded the respect I feel I deserve from my opponents. Since then I've learned that expecting the world to treat you fairly because you are good is like expecting the bull not to charge because you are a vegetarian. It's not going to happen. The world will not treat you fairly and the bull will still charge. More often than not, I have come out victorious and MORE OFTEN THAN NOT, I have done it cleanly... yet the same stereotype has stuck with me. No matter how much you try to convince a fool that the gold he has stumbled upon is of no use, he will try to sell it on anyway. You let him make that mistake knowing better than they do. You stand there, letting them make a fool of themselves. Nobody wants to be a fool, of course. That's why I am speaking out about this right now and it's by no means a coincidence that the man I'm facing this week is Scott Oasis. While I didn't ask for my match to be against you, I do find that this is the perfect opportunity to prove all of my doubters wrong. Scott, you were the first man that ever really spoke about "behind-the-scenes endeavours", calling me pretty boy who didn't really have what it takes to be a professional wrestler. Those were your exact words when we first faced each other and since then you have held on to that idea and ran with it as far as you can but I'm here to tell you now that this picture you've painted of me is worth nothing but fool's gold. I have never once considered myself to be a pretty boy. While you've stated how little of a man I am, there's been a reason for you believing that. I am an EAW extremist. When I want win I do whatever it takes to pull out that victory. As of tonight, this isn't about some bullshit bigger picture or how defeating you won't propel my career. This is about me wanting to win every single match that I find myself in and rebranding myself, making a name for myself once again as the man with the Midas Touch. For a month, I've allowed the Midas Touch to slip through my finger tips in my matches and have failed to capture the New Breed Championship like I oh so desired. Through evolution and adaptation, I will be able to accomplish the things I once never could.

~ Miles stops and takes a breath. He looks at his watch, checking the time, before looking back up to signal that he needs to wrap things up. ~

MTM: My time is running short, it appears, but I'm not done quite yet. Scott, this match isn't about our history in AWF or even the events of Territorial Invasion. This is about us finally justifying our argument of who the better man really is. The rivalry we've had never had the chance to reach an outcome and this is the moment where we get to stomp a mudhole in to that son of a bitch. This is EAW where there is absolutely no way to get disqualified. I want to put that rule to the test this Saturday. I want the two of us to drag each other through hell on ShowDown and I promise you that every last drop of blood and sweat will be put in to this match if it kills me. If I don't win then you'll never see me as anything more as a pretty boy and that couldn't be further from the truth. This match on Saturday will be pure gold... and that's because I'm going to beat you one on one, once and for all. 

That's a promise, Scott. A promise that I damn well intend to keep.

~ The office door opens and Laura walks in, hoping to speak to Matt about MTM Incorporated. As the two of them settle down in to seats the cameraman walks out and the screen then fades to black. ~

After a wait that seems similar to Detox and Andre 3000's solo album, I'll be back in the ring soon guys. Oh wait, I have to team with this guy? Of course. That's how the world works. I have to team with the guy who just beat me on Dynasty a couple of nights ago. Who knows how this match will go. Will we be able to co-exist? Are my opponents even worth the time? Guess we'll find out soon. Hey, Tyler, how are you? I bet you feel good after that hard fought victory. Congrats man, you deserve it. You came into the match and you did exactly what you said you would do and that is leave victorious. I know we exchanged a lot of words last week and went back and fourth, but I wanted to let you know that this is behind me and I'm looking forward to us working to--fuck that. 




Look here you bastard, I'm still salty about my lost. You heard that right. I broke a window after that match. I pissed in a trashcan cause I was so pissed. Do the both of us a favor and stay out of my way, because if you get in it, I may just picked up where I left off from last week. As for my opponents, I have one question. Who the fuck are you? Let's try to make this battle of words as painless as possible. In fact, it would make my week a lot easier if you guys just kept your mouths closed until it's time to fight. It's obvious that I have better things to do than entertain the two of you. My sights are on something bigger and better than a meaningless tag match right now, but I guess I'll have to deal with it. Lucian, I'll start with you since your name kinda turns me on. What are you about? Where do you come from?




What are you goals here in EAW? Let me stop you before you answer any of those questions. No matter how hard you work in this company and no matter what you've been through, going through me will be a lot tougher. You can compete in ladder matches, a glass wallz match, or whatever it may be, but facing me will be a lot tougher. Are you ready for that? Is your partner ready for that? What's the quality of competition you've been facing here in EAW. What I want you to do is add those guys up together and carry a two and show me your result. On second thought, don't show me that result because I already know what it will be. That combination still wouldn't be enough to hang with me. So what makes you think that you'll be able to. Talent? Hope? Courage? He'll you're better off hoping that I turn on Tyler mid-match because that's the only logical way that I can see you and your partner winning this match. 




Another thing is, I'm not going into this match depending on the guy standing in ''my'' corner. Fuck him. I don't need him or anyone else in this company to help me win. He can stay in the back when his music comes on for all I care. This is all about me. I can handle myself accordingly and I plan on showing you that sooner rather than later. Now, your partner is a different set of cards. To be honest, I'm having a tough time pronouncing his name. Yo, Aren. Is it ok that I just call you Aren. If I try to call you the whole thing I'll end up with a headache and that wouldn't help me here. I would ask you the same questions that I asked Lucian but I refuse to continue to waste all of our time. The truth is I don't care about any of you. I'm the type of guy who just wants my voice to be heard. And when I find out who I'm facing each and every week that is exactly what I do. I shit on my opponent by making who they are irrelevant to whatever I have to say. Seeing as I know absolutely knotting about you and your partner Lucian Black it is making my job a lot easier. Don't take it personal, I am sure you two are quite interesting and have a lot going on here in EAW, the thing is my time is way too valuable to care about my opponent. I view everyone the same. My objective is to get you on the mat for three seconds or make you tap. No matter how big, tall or strong they come they all gotta go down the same way. How will the two of you go down on Sunday? I guess we'll all find out soon.

☤In an apartment Tiberius Jones is using a dumbbell and Joseph Anubis is drinking a soda and writing notes on a notepad all while watching T.V together of Gotham’s lasted episode. TJ smiles and shakes his head. ☤

TJ: Did you see that shit? Corey went from his house with Raven to living in the Whitehouse, but when the big boys made Gotham they put an end to that and made the boy HOMELESS! People always out to keep a brother down. Just like that bitch Cleopatra would rather take the chance of Voltage keeping the New Breed Championship, which they ended up doing, over the CHANCE of me, someone on the brand she runs, becoming a champion in that battle royal.

Anubis: TJ! You’ve done well on your own and all, but this is your first tag match this week…….don’t you think you should think about how your mesh with a partner? It even mixed tag. If you two want a surefire way to win you need to find some sort of chemi--

TJ: I got this.

☤TJ drops the weight in favor of goofing around. TJ pulls out a rose from his afro. ☤

One for Kendra.

☤Another☤

Even one for our opponent Lethal.

Bitches love flowers, Joseph. And standing 10 feet tall, lanky as all hell, Lethal looks like Chris Bosh with a weave on, she’s probably never gotten flowers before. It’s like smiling at that fat chick in class nobody pays attention to, instant swoon.

Anubis: Stop messing around!

☤He laughs and throws the flowers away before grinning and telling Joseph to relax.☤

TJ: Okay, okay, geez. In all seriousness, it is well known that Kendra is the most mean spirited and spiteful vixen legend, she isn’t one to be crossed. She probably has no reason to like me, but the fact of the matter is Lethal crossed her and I haven’t, which means her desire for the total destruction of Lethal will probably have her channel her focus into doing whatever it takes to achieve a victory. Besides, she and I have one thing in common that I think should bring us to a mutual understanding, we both feel as if we could be standing today with gold around our waists if our respective foes hadn’t rubbed their nose into our business, we have to teach them the error of their ways. Whether legend or new to the game, we all want to make sure people know we aren’t submissive betas or else they’ll try to walk all over us at every turn. Corrupt and Lethal are going to made to know that the two of us are the alphas.

Christopher Corrupt may be more tested than I am with all his exposure and time as an extremist here, but don’t get the game twisted, he’s a tested failure. How can you weasel your way into being around the likes of Mr.DEDEDE all friendly like and The House of Renegades, have everyone watch you, but become as irrelevant as Christopher Corrupt has been? He’s had the platform to succeed, he just didn’t get the job done and now he’s trying to infringe on MY TIME?! For years I spent time in EAW recording events and putting the ring together piece by piece before I got this interim contract of mine, and I’ll be damned before some slacker gets the best of me in his next get rich quick scheme which this time involves doing Cleopatra’s dirty work. Yeah I get it, he represents everything corrupt and has no shame, but all that doesn’t mean you’re going to get anywhere, he’s just the type of moron who thinks lying on his resume is going to get him some high dollars with a great professional job, until he actually has to do the work and looks like a fool. Jumping me from behind a few times is one thing, but when you got to face me straight up in the ring it’s a world of difference and I can assure anyone listening today that Corrupt won’t be so fortunate when he and I meet.

Corrupt likes to take the easy way out of things, but I just MAKE things look easy, that’s what separates the slickest of the slick from some lowbrow criminal. Some might confuse this for simple minded heroics, but it’s not a matter of good deeds vs bad, but rather the pleasure of making the toughest challenges seem effortless as the minds boggle and the jaws drop, nobody accepts cheap plays, but no one can dispute the feats they know to be uncontestable. Taking up the greatest challenges of the world and coming out on top is my desire, going against the grain of an abusive figure of power and her prized desperate hired gun is just the start. The question is, how long can Cleopatra and Corrupt entertain me?

☤Camera fades to black. ☤

** Lochlan Rossdale has been in EAW for about 6 weeks or so. In this time he has proven much. He's started out as a unknown fighter and eventually ended up being known for his techinical skills, as he set out to do. Everything in life is about succession, proving yourself, making things better, and overall happiness for yourself. Lochlan Rossdale is about these things. His record stands at 4-2 so far in the EAW. A loss in a battle royal for the title, with 11 other guys, which he finished 3rd in along with Matt Midas, and a loss in a tag match against the reigning, but NERVOUS New Breed Champion Jamie O'Hara and Redmond. Lochlan Rossdale has not been pinned or submitted in either loss. He was knocked over the top rope with Midas in one match, and the other, his partner Carlos Cruz failed to provide the proper support that he needed. So Cruz ended up getting pinned. So in a lot of ways, Lochlan is "technically" undefeated, and... pun intended in every way that Jamie can't understand... he's technically the best wrestler in this Federation. Lochlan Rossdale is everything Jamie O'Hara wants to be. He's everything Jamie O'Hara can't be, and despite O'Hara's obvious notions at a shattered ego... he is still trying to be a true Champion. A champion that will come up short at Voltage. **

** The scene opens up at a press conference that EAW has set up. At the press conference there's a few microphones on a maple wood desk, lined with Lochlan himself, along with a few of his associates and some EAW reps. There's about 20 reporters in the chairs below the stage. People are calling this the match hyped up match in a while on Voltage. In the background of the stage is a large black and yellow/gold poster that has O'Hara and Lochlan pictured with O'Hara wearing his belt, but somehow through the poster looking somewhat rattled, even in a still photograph that was pasted on a poster. It's actually quite regular with these looks he has had. Ever since "The Professional" "Lochdown" Rossdale showed his face in EAW. Even when Jamie didn't have the title, the look on O'Hara's face has been mostly worrisome. And it ... should be... **

EAW Rep: Alright, we have about 15 minutes or so for this quick press for the Voltage match between Lochlan Rossdale and Jamie O'Hara for the New Breed Championship. Lets keep the questions short, and please raise your hand before you ask anything. I will point to you, then you can ask. Keep it professional people. Alright, camera roll in 3, 2, 1... go. Right there. (Points)

Reporter #1: Lochlan, you are now 6 matches into your EAW career. Is there a match that stands out as your most difficult so far?

Lochlan Rossdale: Well, I think my match with Twista XL one on one was somewhat trying. He is quite wild and unpredictable.

Reporter #1: Wait, so you're saying neither the tag match or the Battle Royal was more enduring for you?

LR: No not really. They were tough matches, in both of those matches, in which I lost... I wasn't in full control of it all. I did my best but Cruz was pinned. So we lost. He did his best but he just wasn't up to the task. I couldn't beat 2 people at once really. As skilled as I am, it is tough to beat 2 wrestlers at once. I respect Cruz. He'll bounce back I hope. The Battle Royal was probably the craziest match I've been in. Even jobber type wrestlers can have success in those. I mean who can watch behind them when there's wrestlers everywhere? I made it far into that. I was knocked over the top rope for that one. I did my best.

Reporter #2: Strange that the matches with O'Hara involved are no the most trying for you Mr. Rossdale. Why is this?

LR: Like I said, Jamie and I have no yet met one on one. It's always been something else in the way. Winning a tag match against me without pinning me isn't impressive to me. It is a "tag team" match. I lost the match indirectly. Jamie did prove his mettle in the Battle Royal, winning that was impressive. I had a hard time getting to him with 11 other guys at various points. So I don't really worry about that loss. I did my best, and came up short in a almost luck of the draw type of setting.

Reporter #2: Interesting. So Mr. Rossdale, do you think that this is your time?

LR: Yes most definitely. I get my chance. It's me and O'Hara. No variables this time. There's nothing in the way. Me and him. This is my chance, and I'll not disappoint.

Reporter #4: Lochlan, what about when you and O'Hara had a stare down and you took his belt? Were you sending him a message?

LR: I wanted him to know that taking the title from him at some point would be as simple as that. Taking it. He looked like a man not within himself, he looked like a man that doesn't know where he's going. He's simply holding that title. For me. He fears a true challenge.

** Flash bulbs go off randomly, lighting up the medium lit room brightly. Lochlan is delivering a fantastic press conference about his title shot. **

Reporter #5: Mr. Rossdale, why does it seem that you have all this confidence in your match with O'Hara? And a second part to that question is... if you were to win the New Breed title, how would your reign be different from O'Hara's?

LR: Great question there. Thanks. I have confidence in beating O'Hara, because in our 2 run ins (tag team and Battle Royal) we have fought well together. He tends to overcompensate his good, but limited skills by trying things that are easily countered. He overthinks things. This isn't some sparring session. This isn't some sort of joke. This isn't a video game O'Hara. Wrestle like a man. Come at me! (pounds his first on the desk) Your little tricks don't work on someone who has sweated and bled in training to be here. Your soft.

Reporter #5: And your possible Reign Lochlan?

LR: My reign will be different. I will not simply have the title because I won it. I will have the title because I am the title. I will represent it. Jamie is just a champion. A decent one, but a scared one. He is a man that lives to forget. He has been trying to forget me since I came to EAW, and that my friends is a fact!! When I become the New Breed Champion, I will display poise, charisma, and leadership like O'Hara dreams about. He is in for the match of his life. Just ask yourself, what will you do when Distortion is locked in? You're not getting out. You'll lose the title that you have been having nightmares about for weeks. The worry is heavy on your mind Jamie, and I can sense that, so can the rest of the world. He's just like some dust in the wind...

** Camera blow up as Lochlan gets up and walks away. Who will come out on top? Lochlan seems confident. He seems ready. More than ever! Jamie O'Hara will feel like he's winning another battle royal, except this time... it's 1 man, not 11. **

Look into my eyes and tell me what you see…A man, a monster, or a shadow of my former self. Many are asking where Vic Vendetta goes from here. Back to being just a mid-card competitor or back to the main event spotlight. I have beaten the man known as William Black before.. I’m not saying that  this automatically means I can beat him again. Who knows? I might have just got lucky last time. But I can feel slightly more confident. Not arrogant, not by any stretch of the imagination. But he's just not been in the spotlight so much recently. Either that's going to spur him on to be in it more again or it means he's struggling'. No matter what, I am still aiming to leave Showdown having wrecked a man’s moral and to have in look into the eyes of his beholder. After my lost at Territorial Invasion I spaced out and have seemed to have lost my way. See, I find myself in the midst of my own personal revolution of sorts. See, I'm trying to break out from the pack and establish myself as a force in this company and although I have won many battles in this revolution of mine, it's far from over for me because I haven't quite made a believer out of everyone yet and I have yet to show people that everything I have gained and earned over the last few months is in fact the truth. Hell even my opponent last week, Starr Stan, still said that I have been nothing but lucky lately. It's comments like that that only fuel me even more to go out there and prove people wrong week in and week out. It's people who still decide that they don't think I'm a serious threat still even though I prove myself week in and week out that I am more than capable of hanging with the best in this company and the best talents in the world and to come out on top.  But what happened two weeks ago at Territorial Invasion? Did Charles leave me? Have I been forsaken?! NO! Before the match he told me that this wasn’t my time and to let Hades polish that title a little longer for him. The thing is that I am still in a fight to regain my concentration and lead this plagued world into the Garden of Manson but it will just take time…
 

I will be standing here right now to declare my independence in front all of those people who doubt me and prove them wrong like the new United States did in their war for their independence. There was only one country that looked at the United States as a true country at the time of the war and that was France. Now, although they may have only helped us out because they were constantly at war with England they wanted nothing more than to see England crumble and what better way than to help a group of people who decided enough was enough and it was time to break away. Sure, it took some convincing from one of the most prominent men in the country at the time in the form of Benjamin Franklin to get us help in the form of soldiers but, they were the first recognize this new United States as a country. For me, my France is all of these people I have convinced that I am a Savoir and they are willing to help me get better and help me along my journey the soon to be ruler of EAW but patience is a virtue my children just wait, wait just a little longer and I promise you that the end results will be nothing but perfect.  Don’t get me wrong William  respect the hell out of your talents inside of that ring because I know of your history else wear, you can be one of the best when you aren't in a title match. When you get into a title match though, you are a totally different competitor, something in you changes. It's almost like you can't handle that pressure so, I know that you are going to present me with a huge challenge, there's no doubt about that in slightest. I know you and I are going to be able to tear the roof down and steal the show at this week because we are both that damn good. I know that you are going to give me a huge challenge this week and I welcome that challenge because I need to challenge myself with the biggest and best talent in this company if I want to rule this company in the way that Cm Bank$ did then come and let me show you the way of Manson I promise you that it won’t be disappointing.

eincarnation of the Lycanthrope

(The scene opens in the dark forest. The wind howls and blows a bitter chill past the dying trees; it dances with the leaves and drags them away unwillingly from the autumn ground. The forest seems to never end; tall silhouettes shadowing the ground, ravens circling overhead, and screams echoing through the wind. A paranormal presence lurks in the essence of the devils grasp, shadowing each living organism with dire precision. Moonlight Predator is seen lying down unconscious on the ground. Couple of moments later, it looks like he is finally waking up. His eyes open half way through and fall back closed again five seconds later – as if they are begging him to rest – but he fights back and uncloses them using his fingers. He uses his arms to stand up to his feet and scans the area around really confused. The scared look draws on his face and you can hear his heart beat pounding.)

Moonlight Predator: What the hell is this place? Where am I? It looks like I am stuck in a forest but how di--?

(Moonlight Predator suddenly turns silent. His petrified look is no longer visible. A big devilish smirk draws on his face.)

Moonlight Predator (breathes in forest’s cold and misty air, and speaks in his unusual deep voice): AWOOOOOOOOO! AWOOOOOOO! Welcome home my cub.

(Moonlight Predator goes back to his terror-stricken and confused state, and normal voice)

Moonlight Predator: WHO IS THERE?! IS THERE WOLF SOMEWHERE NEAR ME HOWLING? No, this can’t be a wolf. I heard a human voice call me a “cub”. Yes, yes it’s a man. HEY, WHOEVERYOU ARE, YOU MUST BE MIXING ME UP. I AM NOT A CUB, I AM A MAN JUST LIKE YOU. PLEASE HELP ME GET OUT OF HERE. (Moonlight Predator looks around himself and sees no one). Wait if there’s nobody here, does it mean that I am talking to myself? No, no, I was first trying to figure out where the hell I am, but then something abruptly stopped me in the middle of the sentence and I lost complete control over my mind. URGH, I am so confused!

Okay, relax MP, relax. This is just a bad a dream. If I close my eyes and count to 3 I’ll wake up and everything will be all right.

(MP closes his eyes)

Moonlight Predator : 1…2….3

(MP opens his eyes and sees that nothing around him has changed).

Moonlight Predator: DAMMNIT!

Moonlight Predator (changes back to his unusual deep voice): RAWRRRR! SILENCE witless wolf. You are not insane. I am the mystery voice that you have been hearing. I am the one who brought you here while you were lying unconscious in your sleep. I am the spirit of your long-lost 11th century ancestor Lycanthrope.

Moonlight Predator: Lycanthrope? You call yourself “Lycanthrope”? You think you are some sort of a folklore mythical creature that only exists in children’s stories? AHAHHA. If you really are my ancestor then you are a human just like me.

(Moonlight Predator starts to scream in extreme agony and wraps his hands around his head. He zigzags forward and drops on his knees)

Moonlight Predator: OKAY, OKAY, STOP. PLEASE JUST STOP. MY HEAD IS POUNDING. I CAN..I CAN’T THI…THINK PROPERLY. I BELIEVE YOU, I BELIEVE YOU, JUST STOP THIS EXCRUCIATING PAIN.

Lycanthrope: RAWRRRRR! Don’t you EVER categorize me as “human” ever again. Humans are inherently evil creatures who are extremely egocentric and will eat each other away in order to obtain what they crave. They are a pathetic, frail low life form, who will do everything to skedaddle pain and anything acquire pleasure. I am not one of these vile beasts.

I may have been born to a peasant human family but do you have any sort of clue what they did to me? These so-called “biological parents” relinquished me in the middle of this very same dark forest a thousand years ago the minute I was introduced. They did it because they were irresponsible, heartless milksops who didn’t want to go through all the trouble to raise me.

Luckily for me, I was adopted by a pack of wolves. These wolves were more than just a family to me. They were my mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, best friends, partners; they were my EVERYTHING. They bestowed me food and shelter. Every time I was in danger, they rushed to my defense and ripped the enemy apart. They taught me how to hunt. They taught me how to be loyal. They taught me how to be agile and cunning during a battle. For all of that I am indebted.

I am here to unlatch the gates and release the wolf inside you!

Moonlight Predator: Okay look, I understand that you hate humans because all of the terrible things that happened in your life. But you have lived inside my body; you must know that I love my fans just like they love me, especially the Canadian ones! You saw my match against Starr Stan at Territorial Invasion in Toronto. Every single one of them cheered for me, chanted my name, cried for me, and tried to motivate me! I can’t just give up on them???

Lycanthrope:Grrrr! Just like I thought, you are still a young weak-minded simpleton. You have been blindfolded so much by all the “fan support” that you can no longer differentiate between what’s real and what’s fake. What have these fans done to you that you idolize them so perpetually? Did they chant your name and cheer for you back when you debuted on Turbo three years ago? Did they take your hand and walk you to the stardom? Did they breathe you in the confidence and motivation when you NEEDED it the MOST? No they did NONE of those things.

The Territorial Invasion arena may have been flooded with thousands of your countrymen fans two weeks ago but let me ask you something Predator. Where are all those fans now huh? I didn’t see or hear them last week when you faced Scott Oasis, at least not in such enormous capacity. Oh I know…. they have already renounced their faith in you because you lost one match, JUST one match. They are now off to ride coattails of another extremist until that one fails, and then this everlasting cycle repeats itself again.

Don’t stew my little wolf; it’s a good thing that these people have turned their backs on you. While you were possessed by their mind manipulation, you were forced to behave, talk and wrestle a certain way. They were the impediment like a Great Wall of China that obstructed you from winning your most important battles. You were like a little innocent puppy tied to leash, doing its owners bidding. But now that the leash is gone, you metamorphose into a starving and cold-blooded wolf who is free to run anywhere and shred apart anyone!

Moonlight Predator: Yeah you know what Lycanthrope, you are right. I am literally the best extremist to ev—

Lycanthrope: GRRRRR! SHUSH! I am feeling nauseous to my stomach listening to your arrogant speech. The taste of stardom has left you feeble and compassionate towards others. Every time before a match you vow to bring a big game and utterly obliterate your opponent, but once the fray officially starts, you literally get raped like a little bitch. You have dropped the ball so low that you have started losing to men who haven’t even been wrestling more than a month. What happened to the Moonlight Predator who made the entire 2012 legendary Voltage roster drop down to their knees? What happened to the Moonlight Predator who served as Kawajai’s blood-curdling doom?

I’ll tell you what happened to him. He disappeared! He evaporated into a thin air and is now lost somewhere in the clouds, but I am here to bring him back! I am here to waken up that insane, wicked side of you. The side that doesn’t measure time by seconds, minutes, days or nights but by the number of preys it has scavenged. That living inner wolf beast inside of you that shreds his opponents to pieces until there is nothing left inside of them.

If you want people to fear you and submit to you then let me in! Let me be your eyes, nose, and ears! Let me be your strategic mastermind that guides you to the path of victory.

What do you say?

Moonlight Predator: You are in.

Lycanthrope (smirks): I knew you wouldn’t be so idiotic to decline my offer.

Moonlight Predator: What about my match against Alex Anderson tomorrow night?

Lycanthrope: Mwahahahah. Alex Anderson, you are a poor little creature. You already know you are going to lose; I don’t need to tell you this neither does Moonlight Predator. You say it for us. You try so hard to convince YOURSELF that you are living in false fantasy world where Moonlight Predator is a bust and only main evented the biggest show in history by mistake, and that you are the best thing ever since sliced bread who is going to become “REALLY GOOD” Answers World champion really soon. Go up to the mirror and just look at how pathetic you are!
Your Showdown match hasn’t’ even started and you are already making excuses for your future loss by saying stuff like “beating him doesn’t prove anything”.

Moonlight Predator: Why are you throwing all these meaningless insults at me, huh Alex? Do you really think I was expecting you to call me all good names and talk about how I. Umm of course no, you are my foe, you are going to try to trash talk me down no matter how bad or good I am. The words you use against me I have heard a million times and I have never minded them that much but the problem I have with you is you can’t back single one of them up. How am I failure when I was one of 15-20 men to main event company’s biggest show? How am I failure when there are people like you who only main event their first FPV after four years and loes it? Why should I be afraid of you when all you have done is lose and get your main event position by being a suck it up backstage?

If I am a disgrace to my country then so is everybody else, because no one in this company, hell this damn planet is undefeated. I’ll batter you and you will LIKE it just like in your math against Cage.

Two words....

Total domination.

That's what you all witnessed last Saturday. A man who was well respected in our locker room, a man known for his never say die attitude, his will, his gut, his cunning, and most of all a man who looked to be a future World Champion, was made to look like nothing. Moonlight Predator was defeated at my hands and what we all saw on Showdown was not just another loss, it was a one sided beatdown. Who would've thought that Moonlight Predator, the guy who was wrestling Starr Stann in a twenty minute submission wrestling clinic would go on to have no offense in a three minute match the very next week. Nobody can say they have done what I did to MP and nobody ever will. I'm a one of a kind athlete and that's not bragging, it's the damn truth. Every week I'm in a competition against myself, I have to top what I did the last week and when that drive rises the violence level rises as well. Each performance has become more and more impressive and I know everyone on the roster is occupying those TV sets backstage. I am not a threat anymore, the process has already begun. Move over Norman Hellion, Vic Vendetta, Scott Diamond and especially Hades The Hellraiser, I am the one true giant in this business. There's no way you can doubt me when  I'm pound for pound the most legitimate wrestler this company has seen, look at the tapes and you'll see that when Scott Oasis is in that ring you get results, you can't say that for your Answers World Champion now can you?

Hades, Hades, Hades. I saw your little video, you flaunt your victories around like a proud peacock but tell me, has anybody really been talking about your reign or even you in general? You've been slipping lately, look at Territorial Invasion, you got by on the skin of your teeth, Hellraiser! If there was just a second delay from when Starr Stan hit that ring we would be having a new AWC Champion. Hey,  I guess at the end of the day it doesn't matter how you win as long as you win and you've certainly been winning lately. You went out of your way to tell me how you have run through whoever has been put in front of you, but is that really relevant to me in any way? How am I anything like your other opponents? Have you seen my work, or better yet do you even know what I am about? You don't know who you're facing, this is just some match for you and that's what is going to give me a huge advantage. You can't face me with a blank mind set of "just another day at work" because I will use that false sense of security against you- like you have any reason to feel secure in the first place.

Since your reign has started  you've been playing the third wheel in every Pay Per View since you won it, you're losing the flair you once had, when you walked down the aisle as early as a few months back, people knew shit was about to go down. The mystique is gone, you aren't some big and brooding mass of a man, you're just average an guy. "Why" you might ask, well, the reason is you have become complacent. You think because of your reputation and World champion status you are almost untouchable, but here's the thing: my EAW career's been made off of others reputation's. You want to know what I'm willing to do in order to win? Just look at what I have been doing! To put it simple, if I have to kill somebody in order to get my hands raised, chances are that person is about to end up in a coffin. I'm a despicable, disgusting human being with no morals or depth he won't stoop to. Scum bags like me thrive on the big fight feel of a wrestling match, it's like a viking on it's battlefield; that's where they belong. You may be the old dog protecting his yard but times have changed and whether you like it or not that is now my property, making you an unwanted guest. You can respectfully walk away or you can stay and fight, and in that I guess I'll have to remove you forcefully....with a kick to the skull.

Remember Hades, you may be at the top of the mountain but as each day passes you by, every time you wake up, every moment you even breathe....you become one step closer to be knocked off.

What do you want from us Stanley? A slow clap? A box of tissues? Or do you want me to play the world's smallest violin? Let me make this perfectly clear - you lost the Answers World championship and when you had the opportunity to regain it, you blew it. I don't care about how many men you had to go through or how many beatings you had to take. When you're world champion, you're expected to overcome the odds because that's what the best do. They find a way to win, even when the deck is stacked against them. Besides - if you really are the smartest man in the ring and on the microphone like you say you are, then you would've sensed the railroad spike being put into play at Reckless Wiring. What happened? Was your sixth sense not tingling? Or were you too busy being your normal cocky self? Before you deliver a "it's not being cocky if you can back it up" speech, let me just say that I'm well aware of your accolades, just like I'm well aware of your spot in the EAW Hall of the Fame. You are one of the greats Stan, nobody can take that away from you, but - yes there is always a but, it doesn't mean I still can't ruin a few things of yours. Let's start with your reputation. As of now you are seen as one of the best extremists in EAW history and at Territorial Invasion you did something that we've seen you do countless times before and that's get the job done. Nothing can stop you right? You are so determined to get the Answers World championship that you have become blind. The gold's brightness keeps luring you in like a fish hook. And as you continue to walk towards it, you will think that you're standing in front of Hades The Hellraiser, but as you reach for that title, I will swat your hand away. Because guess what? I'm going to one up you again. Let me put it like this. If you aren't going to allow me become the rightful Answers World Champion, then I have no other choice but to play this game with you. Whenever you even think about that world title, I will drop you on your head again and if you dare lay a finger on my possession, I will snap it and that's just the start of a long overdue punishment. That's just another warning for you my friend. Another thing you keep talking about is the fans reaction to Norman and I. For starters the fans like you - well sort of. But somehow you act like the people just love Norman to death and you even claim they cheered him on at Territorial Invasion, but I don't see it that way. I don't know what world you live in, but in reality we are hated and I'm fine with it. Now I'll admit that there were a few cheers in the audience that night and it's mainly because most people favor Norman as Answers World champion over the likes of Victor Vendetta, who has lost his relevancy and Hades The Hellraiser, who people wanted as champion at first, but are now anxiously awaiting for him to lose it because his reign can be summed up in one word - lackluster. The reason why the fans booed you when you put Norman through a table needs no explanation, but I'll give you one anyways because you might be stumped. We were in Canada and you disrespected the country. What did you expect? A loud ovation and roses being thrown at your feet? Let's just say that once we are done with you, nobody will be mistaking Norman as the hero. I can promise you that. 

I see you have resorted to making fun of Norman's appearance, classy. But you know - I'm not too hurt by your remarks because the last time I checked, tomorrow night we aren't walking down a runway, instead we going to war in a wrestling ring. Besides, talking about Norman's looks is even more ridiculous than you and Moonlight Predator going on and on about the meaning behind the outdated phrase, "are you mad bro?" Anyways the money we have, we save. Like I said last time we don't need a huge house with the white picket fence, or the newest model of sports car. We like the simple things in life, such as making you suffer. That's the reason why we didn't end you last week. There's no fun in that Stan. Before I break you beyond repair, I want to watch you squirm. I want to keep you on your toes and I want to keep you guessing. Every single day you will ask yourself, is this the day? Is this the day where Norman, Brody, and Lannister end your career and quite possibly, end your life? My suggestion to you is lock your doors at night. Because who knows? Maybe I don't live near Victor in the swamp like you think - maybe I live in Philadelphia? Who knows! Stanley I want you to do something for me. I want you to look in my eyes and I want you to not lie to me for once, because you aren't a truthful man like you want us to believe. Your reason for attacking Norman at Territorial Invasion, it's bullshit. You are withholding information. You keep on saying that nobody new can touch the Answers World championship until you can. Is that the whole truth? We both know it's not because if it was, then why didn't you stop Victor when he had Norman pinned for a near three count? The real truth is this - you fear Norman as world champion and don't worry, everybody does. You can brag about how you beat Norman months ago, when he was still brand new to EAW all you want, because I know it's nothing more than a defense mechanism. You know how much he's grown. You see the untapped potential and we both know that you have a better chance of regaining the Answers World Championship if Hades or Victor are the champion. I'm quite flattered in a way, but don't think for one second that I will let up once I get a hold of you. And when I do get a hold of you, it won't matter if you're "elite" or if you're the "best technical wrestler in all of EAW" because all those nicknames won't save you from your unavoidable demise.

I think it goes without saying that my match at Territorial Invasion left everyone with a bitter taste in their mouths, and it's partly due to the interference made on behalf of Starr-Stan.  His motives for the barbaric actions he showcased were of course as petty as they are inaccurate(like his aim).  I believe his exact words were, "If I can't have it no one can."  This may come as somewhat of a shock coming from me, but on some grounds he was correct.  He can't have my Title and neither can anyone else.  Despite how people choose to look at the situation there's no denying who is the Answer's World Champion.  Is it the man with two personalities and an overactive imagination?  No.  Is it the red, white, and blue hot head who thinks it's his sworn duty to butt his nose into other people's business?  No.  Is it the Satan Acolyte who shows more interest in my Title than that of his own?  No.  It's the man whose name is engraved into the face of the biggest Championship on Show-Down; and seeing as I'm the only man here whose name is 'Hades the Hellraiser' this Title still belongs to me.  I know that this probably means very little--especially coming from me now--but believe me when I say that I had made plans to say this on Show-Down last week; I just wasn't able to do so because of another man who couldn't wait until I had made my point before rudely interrupting me.  DC came out showing very little regards for anyone other than himself, and ultimately paid the price for it.  I can't say that I regret reacting in such an impulsive manner because let's face it, the guy's kind of a dick and he deserved every bit of that Chokeslam.  A powerful move he should take into account and consider a small dosage of many things to come his way at the imminent Super Show-Down.  But that's enough talk on the past and future, let me focus more on the present; more particularly this weekend.  I have been placed into a one on one match with a man who goes by the name of Scott Oasis; from what I hear he's a monster with quite a few number of wins under his belt, and is said to be as ruthless as they come.  But as usual I don't listen to all of the hype, I'm more of a see-it-for-myself type of person, and so far I haven't seen anything that distinguishes him from the next man.  Like every other man here he's had a hard upbringing, but instead of taking that pain and using it to push himself in the right direction he's walking around with a chip on his shoulder attacking the first man he sees.  Well I'm sure he will come to find that I'm not quite like everyone else.  I'm in a league of my own, there isn't an extremist on Show-Down of the past or present who could compete on my level.  I know this because I've run down the list and one by one have marked them off of it.  And here we are now, the next man on the list is you; just how far are you willing to go in order to beat me?