It seems as if Zachary Cruise, Hades the Roadrunner, AND our reigning champion Diamante Cash are pulling for leverage on the same territory. The emotion is high - and the intensity real, no doubt. But this is why it pays to be in the shoes of a King, for he is taking this opportunity in stride. Lannister has no need to worry about Fighting Spirit, like the rest of the men in this match do. You could even say Lannister is the only one looking at this match like an exhibition match, care free in a sense of the word. Lannister looks at Diamante Cash's promo tape, and all he can sense is frustration. Why so angry, "champion" ? Why so much rage? It seems as if the stipulations of this match have built up boiling blood in your heart, the levitation of being a champion must be so heavy for you. You can scream all you like, Diamante Cash, it still doesn't change the fact that this is more than likely where the road ends for you. It will be me that finally gives you the softening blow, the humbling experience. But even if it weren't - there are two other men motivated just as much as Lannister, to do so. King Lannister thought going in, he'd be the only one who seriously wanted to kick your teeth in and make you swallow the broken chips whole, but your actions lately has made Lannister doubt such a mindset. You've gone and pissed everyone in this match, entirely off. Lannister is short of friends himself, in this match - but he can take solace in the idea that they'd much rather see Lannister as champion than to let your reign continue through. You wish to be seen as the best in the world, while three other men are eying down what is considered EAW's greatest prime jewel. Perhaps you should focus on trying to hold onto that last bit of pride you have left, Cash, rather than trying to be the great ordeal in the mind of perception. However may it be though, one thing is for sure, Cash - you aren't championship material, so it's about time that you drop it to someone who can at least be excused as a champion.

You can damn the rest in this match, you can come up with a blueprint gameplan - but it's not going to matter. You're a defeated man with a harlot's death wish on his lips. What a whore, you have become. For a man that has spent his entire career, "hating the machine" - you certainly have become a disciple of it. You may not align yourself with Zachary Cruise and the other executives - but your aspiration of being the "face of the company" surely leaves you being the pawn, not Lannister himself, or Hades the Hellraiser, even. Cash lives in a world where only he is right - but moments and realizations like these prove his world is nothing but a folly. He dare trickle tunes about "What about the honor? What about the respect?" when he surely has none for himself - why else would he carry himself like he does? The entire company thinks of Diamante Cash as a lunatic - but Lannister has come around to a completely different idea. You're just a demented , peasant of a man - who is fixated on violence as a vice. Some would argue that those are serial-killer esque intentions, but Lannister won't dare to stand on moral ground, so no need to worry about judgment from this one. It's just a kingly observation, Cash - one that shows you more and more as a fraud by the day. But let Lannister expose that fraudulence of yours at Fighting Spirit - let Lannister be the one to have this fun. Lannister has more ample reason than the Roadrunner or Cruise to see you put down - even if they are boiling with hate now. Lannister does not hate you... there are just simply... fundamental differences. And these differences, there is a price to pay for. Lannister is not out for blood - so only your championship serves as a fruitful, beneficial transaction. And as King Lannister - the crown always receives its debts.

Which leads Lannister to the two other brigades in this contest - Zachary Cruise and Hades the Roadrunner - two that Lannister has become quite familiar with, two that Lannister shares the exact same aspiration with. All wish to dethrone Diamante Cash, but only one can ultimately succeed at doing so. Lannister has much respect for these men, as they see the fault in our champion as well. But that is not enough to serve as safe passage from the fury of our King, this Sunday night. No, hardly. Especially when Zachary Cruise tries to tip the scales, and bar this illusion that he is this "godly" figure. Why, Mr. Cruise - if King Lannister is no mere king, then you are no mere leader, either. How about all your "experiments" - all your "plans", Zachary? You and Y2Impact have made it a show since day one - to supplant "your guys" as champions. Then how is it that Ryu Savaged has won numerous championships - how is it that you let the fiend known as Diamante Cash parade himself as your leading world champion? Why - the answer is simple: you don't know how to lead. If you did, you wouldn't require the assistance of the Roadrunner or Lannister's self to do the ultimate deed: take Cash's championship away. You don't even have the confidence in yourself, to do so - that is why Lannister is somewhat honored to be in this match. The idea that you came to the realization that you not only no longer have what it takes to rule - but you don't even feel confident in your own abilities in the ring to take that EAW Championship. You wish to rely on the brute strength of Lannister, and to a lesser degree the Roadrunner. And the best part about it - is you know everything Lannister is saying right now is ultimately true. You aren't a gracious host by any sense of the word - you aren't handing out free title opportunities just for the sake of handing them out. No, no - you NEED Lannister. You NEED Hades the Roadrunner. The two are your only chance of no longer needing to market Diamante Cash as your world champion. So perhaps you are a leader, after all - let Lannister take his former comment back. Because a true leader can at the very least admit when he stands not a chance, and having to go outside the box to fill in his blueprint, and you have done exactly just that. Just don't expect to have a parade thrown in your honor for this very simple observation you have come across. Lannister will just let you know, let you take solace in - that you have no need to worry. Lannister will win that EAW Championship, Zachary Cruise - and you can sleep peacefully knowing that your plan prevailed.

So it looks as if it's down to you, Roadrunner - as Lannister's one lone threat in this match. The numbers game will take care of Diamante Cash, and the low confidence of Zachary Cruise will prove him to be a non-factor. However, there isn't a shortage of confidence or skill when it comes to your arsenal, now is there? King Lannister will give you that credit, but credit is always poorly manufactured. The silver lining, even - becomes harder to manufacture. You've become quite the legend around these parts, Roadrunner - but you've hardly left a dent on Lannister's playground of Voltage. You consider yourself a devil, and there is always a little truth in the sense of what everyone gets heralded by - but even in a biblical sense, that will cease to matter with the Angel of Debt. Everyone wishes to assign ownership to another in this match, as if it's some slave auction, but Lannister will not prove to be Cruise or Cash in this sense, Roadrunner - Lannister is your King, but that is all. Lannister does not wish to garner ownership of those in his kingdom. The kingdom is only his - not the people that are withheld in it. Lannister sees you as something more than Cruise and Crash, but don't dare tread on Lannister in this regard. Lannister is not an artist, as you portray him as - he is not deceitful, he is not a liar. Everything Lannister tells you is the truth - Lannister mentioned how his alliance with Diamante Cash wouldn't work - and guess what didn't work? Lannister said that Jacob Senn was not a conqueror at King of Elite - and guess who didn't conquer? Everything Lannister says is true - and his actions prove him to be a soothsayer more than a said-liar. You are hellbound, and eager to slander Lannister's name - but that will not work come Fighting Spirit. Lannister has given you ample respect here, but respect is hardly a momentum swing that favors you. Lannister just wanted to call you out in name, to tell you in a personal sense: that you will not walk out of Fighting Spirit with the EAW Championship. A simple phrase - but a true one, nonetheless.

Lannister is a simple man, in the truth of things. It is everyone else that tries to complicate the matter. But Lannister will make his ruling very simple, and precise: when he wins the EAW Championship at Fighting Spirit. The King sends his regards, gentlemen... your debt will be paid in full.

The only two things you can truly ever depend on in life are gravity and greed. 

But I suppose even gravity has an outlet; we can travel to the space and make ourselves weightless. However the idea of greed... greed will always be eternal. The extortionate need for wealth and goods to keep for one self beyond basic comfort is a concept that has lived with us through many millenniums. However I think there is a larger concept to greed that attracts so many people to its lust. It's the belief in the idea that by having access to have extortionate wealth, you are restricting someone else or obstructing someone else from having access to that wealth and that feeling overwhelms any other. Once again, you have inflated your part in this case Brian Daniels. You want to talk about being forced into playing a wretched character - the hero stuck in between the bad blood of two other villains? Then let us talk about it. If anything, I would confess that you were the most rapacious character of the three that resided in the Elite faction. You constantly talked about your paralyzing victory over Lannister and how you among the three of us were the most competent when in reality, you used that fortunate victory to drag yourself for months without doing anything else of actual relevance in that duration. You used that stroke of luck as your case to stay in Elite without any other significant demonstration succeeding that. I think had you realized that you were nothing more than a mere fiasco who was just waiting to erupt and stepped out of the picture like a true hero would then we might have had a chance against what were once known as the menaces of this company. It was your avarice - your gluttony - your hunger and desires to stay the focal point of the whole situation which could be stated as the catalyst to our downfall. If you were a true hero, you would have been willing to sacrifice your name for the better aftermath because it was crystal clear right from the beginning that you were only a shadow of what you once were, inferior to both the lot of Starrstan and myself. Heroes like to see themselves as noble man noted for their courage and their understanding abilities but you know what I have noticed about such creatures Brian Daniels? All heroes have that unpleasant story that has what ignited them to become such creatures; they never do it just out of the forbearance of their heart. Pride is usually a word that is cemented next to the creature hero and it's more often than not put in positive connotation but what most people don't come to realize is the hidden meaning of the word or in my opinion the true meaning of the world: arrogance and self-importance and greed. So try to paint yourself on a larger portrait than what you actually belong on all you want but the matter of fact is that while you look down on the world of kingdom, knights are probably more imperial than this creature heroes that you are relating yourself to ever will be. You probably figured that by landscaping yourself as the patrician hero and the lone-wolf stuck in a faction where he does not belong would be enough to empathize with the majority of the devotees and the bitter part is that it might have actually worked. After all, this company prides itself on the luxury of the underdog and whimper stories and you have made it work for you on more than one occasion in the past. I bring this up because I have a bitter taste in my mouth with this subject myself, the idea of the dark-horse. One could say that in my past life that my career would be a synonym for such a word but taking a trip back to reality, what actual benefit did playing the sulk hero of this company bring me? I stand the same man with the same accolades with the same judgments on my back; the only difference is that I do not have to seek pity from the lot of poppycock of you people. You want the lines to read you as the condoling hero who stood back up after being battered down but behind all this commotion, you still have your own personal agenda. I will be doing this company a favor by putting this man down before he even has the opportunity to stand up this time and repeat the same weeping story he's used for the past few years and I hope in time, all you will eventually come to understand that.

Natural selection, as it always been administered in this world favors not only the clever but also the most lethal. I will feed on whomever I must if that is what is required of me to survive. I was born to endure and survive through any needle or pick that is thrown at me regardless of how stinging it may be. Now I am not admitting to leeching off of success of the lot of you, Starrstan or King Lannister but rather conceding to the matter of fact that when the tough gets going, I will always put myself in a situation where I can see myself as the triumphant at the end of the tunnel. If you still wish to moniker me to humor your pity followers, then by all means, do so. However let us examine our positions in this company for the past few months. Whilst I don't exactly have bragging rights, I can definitely tell you that my career has definitely been much more eventful and a knowledgeable venture than it has ever been before - because I have come to realize that in order for me to not crash and burn out anymore, I must be willing to do anything to win. You on the other hand have been not been abnormal to a fly speck; you have provided nothing and in turn, conceded nothing. You have made it so that people would think that it has become your fore-ordination to defeat me this week at Reasonable Doubt. But if you are ready to kill me, then by all means, I am ready to die. If a man has not discovered something he is willing to die for then he is not to fit to live his life. You can deny me many things but even you would be willing to admit that my past performances are proof enough that I have put not only my career, but my life on the line constantly. That string has spread thin on many occasions and yet here I still stand. You yourself have participated with me in many of these contests in the past and can attest to that. I think it is the matter of fact that you actually know me so well that has me so startled right now. It was your awareness of my validity that maybe gives any chance against me in this match and you have completely chosen to ignore it here. Let your arrogance be your downfall Brian Daniels because the only thing keeping you in this match is your allure, your glamour but once I am able to horde that this Saturday, I will have you putting your cape away in the closet and hang your boots up for the last time. A true prince must be willing to sacrifice anything, given the end game is in his favor. That is why I am not a soldier or a serf Brian Daniels; I have the responsibility of a monarch. I must be willing to do what the mongrels are too hesitant to do. After it's been all said and done, that is the single thing that will always separate the lot of us Brian Daniels. When natural selection comes down to it, there is a reason why you are just another mere vassal ignored and I am chosen as the man to command society and it's quite simple Brian Daniels, you are just simply no hero of ours.

Max: I'm here with Montell Smooth just one day before his return match with Tyler Park....



     Max I suggest you step away from me because I'm on fire and I don't want you to get burned. Everyone watching at home I want you to turn up your television set, I want you to move closer to the screen. Right now you're all witnessing greatness, this is going to be a precious moment in your lifetime and I don't want any of you to miss a second of it. You know theres this old expression, if it looks like a duck, walks like a duck and quacks like a duck, then its a duck. So that means, if it looks like a million bucks, walks like million bucks, and talks like a million bucks, then it's a million bucks, and thats exactly what I am. I'm money. So don't be surprised if everytime you turn back to this station, I'm the center of attention on Dynasty. They say it's all about the money and no one is going to make Zack Crash more money than me. Now I want to make a suggestion to Tyler Parker, and Psycho Brody. I suggest both you try your best, I suggest both of you do what ever it takes to walk out World Heavyweight Champion. I also would like to make a suggestion to the four semi finalists in the Gold Rush Tournament. I also suggest all of you leave all of your blood, sweat and tears in the center of the ring, to assure you walk out the winner, because there is only a few precious spots at the top, and now that I'm back, I'm taking one of them. 

     Tyler Parker is stepping into the Alpha Male's Serengeti, my watering hole. Anyone with a 3rd grade level in biology knows how that's going to end. I'm going to make a suggestion to the people watching at home now. Call your bookie and bet against, the odds are stacked up so much in my favor because I'm that good. We're just one day way, One day away from the return of the "Essence of Excellence." I hope everyone's ready... I esspecially hope Tyler Parker's ready because he is just one day away from feeling......

THE POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNCEEEEE!!!!!

Period.

 
 
Hawke: So I trust you have seen that response TLA has sent back to us, correct? Admittedly, it was far more eloquent than I expected, but probably contained the same level of deviancy which should have been anticipated.
 
I suspect if I went for the “How dare he mock Canada?” angle to try and rile you up, but I doubt you’re patriotic enough to truly care. No, I remember your father talking to me about the first time you really got acquainted with your good friend Carlos. Almost put an end to each other’s careers over some nationalistic spat, correct? You on the side of the extremist American-hating Canadian, and Carlos as the patriotic Hulk Hogan…Only, you know. Less on the steroids, more on blackness, with a droll Southern accent to match.
 
Honestly, and I don’t mean to insult you, I did kind of find it funny. For all the shit you gave the Americans, you really spent a lot of time you didn’t have to there, didn’t you? I know you’re keeping a lot of those cards close to your chest, but you really spent most of your time off drifting around the US. Not that I can really blame you. I know I’m American born, so feel free to think me bias for saying this, but I agree with TLA. I couldn’t imagine living here year in and year out. Not that I’m overly sure a Mexican should be able to say that, given the lack of bullets and Cartels threatening our lives here…Although I’m not sure if TLA would be adverse to that type of thing.
 
 
Hawke: You fascinate me, you know that? For all the pain you went through, all the mental breakdowns and anguish, you never lost the famous GI mental edge your father raved about. I of course don’t need to tell you about what he thought about you using what you have for wrestling instead of staying in law school, but for a man to remain so skeptical of a man who has the track record to deserve it, and yet still doing what he needs to in order to maintain the right levels of rage to reach the right level of competition I think you need before you can truly change back for the best…I am in awe. Nobody in this company would dare call you an idiot, but I honestly couldn’t ask for a better patient. We might save you yet, GI.
 
 
Actually, now that we have cameras present, I think I should explain a few things to Mr. TLA. Let’s just ignore the innuendo and allegations which might be drawn from some of the things you said on tape, which you freely provided to the world. I’m sure you’ll be seeing most of them replayed back at you by some high-ranking government official in the very near future. I won’t even take that slight about my personal and professional integrity being assaulted by you, because this isn’t about me. This is all about GI. Now you want to know why he doesn’t talk? Well that’s simple enough. I assume I will have to talk about a few more times for those who don’t get it, but let me use a metaphor here.
 
Let’s say anxiety is a balloon. Basically, as anyone who has suffered from it before can tell you, it’s a very fluctuating state of existence. Same with depression and, hell, almost every mental illness ever. You fill the balloon up, and you get more on edge and more desperate, and things get scarier. For me, I am using this uncertainty to make GI a better wrestler. Now GI has always been a pretty cool cat. Never prone to outbursts, unless he has really been set off, and honestly, this is why he hit a ceiling. He just couldn’t call upon that bout of raw, primal emotion which others wrestlers can. He was restricted by himself, and couldn’t manage to force his anxiety balloon to pop. Everything was too calculated and rationalised. He was borderline great, but he could never get past that last hump. And it began to eat at him.
 
Ironically, this is where his balloon came from. This failure to reach the absolute top. A father who placed too much expectations onto him didn’t help, but in the end this is something he still carries to this day. This is where my services and I come along. If your suggestions are what I think they are,  TLA, they are counter-progressive, even beyond the whole “Drugs are bad” stigma. Why I don’t give GI those types of drugs is like why I currently work as his mouth piece. Not because he needs me to speak for him…Anyone who knows GI knows he is the last person to need that. No, the thing is, I don’t want him taking any of the air out of his balloon. Obviously I don’t want him to become an irrational monster, attacking everything in sight, but I want him to embrace his demons, so he can exterminate them. As I said, anxiety is a balloon, and the majority think the best way to treat it is to deflate it and leave it as manageable as possible. As far as I’m concerned, that is ignoring the problem. To me, that’s like cutting out a cancer, and choosing to leave a bit there because “What harm could it possible do?”.
 
This is why I want GI to remain quiet. When he talks, while he talks well, he lets so much useful aggression go because when he talks, he calms himself down. I don’t want to see a calm GI, because a calm GI is the reason why he couldn’t transcend himself onto the next level here. I want to see a GI who is on edge and ready to make his balloon explode under the pressure. Cameraman, I want a close up of GI’s eyes.
 
 
Hawke: When I first met GI, there was a twinkle in his eye, and while he was seldom up to good, he still had a hint of suffering to him. That’s why I was brought in. His suffering had finally consumed him, and it was up to me to break the mold. Don’t confuse this for a contagious physical disease, TLA, because those two things should never be mistaken. Unless he beats his lack of self-worth and insecurities into you…Which I won’t lie, that is still very possible…You have nothing to worry about. What we have here is someone who is willing to burst out and transcend to the next level of competition. Now he is trapped by his own self-doubts, which is where I come in. Where once he doubted himself, I want to make GI break through these barriers by truly putting him on edge. Once this is all done, my hope is that he finally falls down onto whichever side of the abyss he ends up landing on, and reaches the peace of mind he so desperately needs.
 
For now, he is still teetering, dominated by his own failures. These failures find their roots in wrestling, so wrestling will be used to drill them back out. And this is where TLA comes in. In my notes, I have dubbed you “Stimuli #1” because you will be the first test to my hypothesis. While GI seems calm now, once he has a chance to go all out, he will. Now of course he is still more mortal than monster, but I want to see how far GI can challenge that balance. To me, you will be his first test, and the basis of my first experiment. While GI’s balloon fills with more and more rage, it will be your job to face the escalation of this and, if my hypothesis holds true…
 
 

Hawke: If it holds true, you will lose and GI will move closer to being the monster he needs to be to finally satisfy his own desires.

Whose career have I even ended?

That’s not the point, after all, I’m not the one who goes around stating he is going to end careers every match, despite having no body count to back it up. So I shouldn’t need to bring up any careers brought to dust to give you an example of.

But if you must know, I actually ended the career of Kevin Devastation.

Former world champion, feud of the year winner, headlined Pain for Prides, arguable future hall of famer. Even Lucian Black, the man you were drooling over earlier, would probably say beating KD on FPV was the highlight of his year, at the very least up there. So me ending his career on FPV? Well even someone like you would be smart enough to know it’s a pretty good notch to have on your belt.

Now you talk to me about meeting people, like that means something. But clearly knowing all those Harvard graduates didn’t do you any good if you think anything I said at the top of my head requires a thesaurus, you do realize you said that you had a 90 percent chance of going to your car and not being shot dead, right? You can't even master the most simple of things to say. I could give you my own backstory, but since I’m the type to hate repeating myself, and I do not think that this is the best platform where the world is listening, I won’t waste it on a time like now.

I’ll give TLA credit where credit is due, he won the match, but putting out my fire is something he’s NEVER done. The only time we faced off with an end result one on one, I defeated him. What happened in that triple threat match when he pinned Aren is equitable to a prey being swallowed whole by one beast while the other beast is left to remain hungry, I walk these halls not scarred nor injured, my stomach is only empty because I missed a meal, and you A-Will will serve just fine to fill this void of mine.  For as thick as you are, a wrestler you technically remain, and any wrestler not before defeated by one’s very own hands is one worth crushing just for the fresh experience. So I welcome you into the pit of the Komodo Dragon, the one location in which someone like you will have no other choice but to come to the understanding of what true fire is, and why I am known as the modern legend. See legends are things retold, but my story is one being broadcasted in the now, it live and it is in your face for you to have no choice but to observe! Why should I care about one triple threat loss? It is only becomes another part of my story, and what good books have you ever read that have had no chapter, let alone no page, of at least small time tragedy and adversity to overcome? If everything was perfect I’d have nothing to strive for, nothing to work towards making a work of art. So laugh at this canvas you see, even though you of all people have no right, nitpick at any little thing you think is a major setback that I dilute myself into not seeing because you think of me as someone who just has his heads in the clouds thinking of how great everything is going! But you don’t know anything about me, no one comprehends my failures better than myself.

I stand here knowing that a window closed on me, I’ll probably never be a KOE.

I know that I’m not among the top looked at wrestlers in EAW today.

But if there’s one thing I should be known for being good at it's getting by with what I’ve got, and even my most bitter of failures are ammunition within my arsenal, I’m just waiting, I’m just gearing up for the times to come when it my time to hold up the game by gunpoint and one day, one day soon, rob it blind.

If anything, you've furthered my point and that's the thing --- you don't care. You've been saying that this week, you don't care about what I have to say to you, you don't care about who I've beaten and you don't care about what I've accomplished in my career. If you don't care, then why are you even here? If you don't care, then what makes you think you're going to kick my ass like you've been saying you are? If you don't care, then why are you responding to me to begin with? If you don't care for as much as you say you do, then you wouldn't be here right now but you do. You DO care. You care so, so much that you're going to try to kick my ass. You care so damn much that you're going to try and take the World Heavyweight Championship from me. You care, more than you say you do, of what I have to say and our match this week. Why don't you just stop pretending that you don't care? I know what I had to say to you has gotten to you because if it hadn't, then you wouldn't be saying anything. You're saying that it hasn't because of how much you don't care but we both know that's not it. You and I both know that it's gotten to you. You and I both know that's why you're here right now. It's not because of the competition that you feel isn't there anymore, it's not because of your love for this business or anything like that, no. It's because everything I've said, everything about you not winning the Grand Rampage, about you not becoming the World Heavyweight Champion and about not getting inducted into the Hall of Fame... all of that is why you're here. Because you know what I know and that's that you're never going to be anything more than what you are because you're less than what you think you are. You may be a veteran in this business but so am I. You may be a former World Champion but guess what? I'm the current World Heavyweight Champion. You may have beaten some of the very best but you know what, I have too. That's why I named them for you. I wasn't naming those I've beaten just for the hell of it, you were the one who said that you've beaten the best of your competition and I'm just telling you that I've beaten the best of mine. You find it amusing but I think it's amusing that you think you're going to beat me because of who you've beaten and how they're better than me. I'm afraid that's not how it is in this business because I've beaten those who are better than you too and I could name them for you but then that would just waste your time and I wouldn't want to waste mine either with how many of them there are. You aren't going to find it amusing when I beat you like everyone else. You aren't going to find it amusing when I pick you apart in the middle of the ring. You aren't going to find it amusing when you're left there in the ring a mess. I've noticed that you like to talk about the past, you like to bring up all of the glory you used to have and whatever else there is that you have had back then. You talk about it because that's all you've ever had and all you ever will have. You talk about it because that's all you have to fall back on. You talk about it because that's the only thing you have to say to someone like me, throw your accomplishments in my face and pretend I have none of my own, say that you've beaten those who are better than me and that you're better than me. Because that's your crutch and I'll tell you right now, I'm going to take it from you and you're going to have nothing to rely on. I'm not going to waste your time, I'm just going to leave you to waste.

Norman Hellion.....
Methuselah...............

Which one is the butcher and which one is the cattle? If we were to poll the audience, they would vote you to be the one to wear the apron and hand you the freshly sharpened knife while I roll down the conveyor belt, leading me to be sliced, diced, and chopped. That would make everybody happy right? To see my blood, to see the end of Norman Hellion? But no matter how badly you want to see that vision become a reality, it won't. How disappointing. BECAUSE I AM THE MONSTER RIGHT? Wrong. You already know how I feel about that ugly word. Besides I prefer something like - villain. Yes, that will do. I am the villain. I am the man who will be responsible for crippling their favorite hero. And you would think that I would enjoy saying that with such pride, even I thought I would, but I feel a tear coming on. Because you Methuselah, you were never meant to be a victim of mine. Oh no. You were just supposed to be an example. A learning tool if you may. Your purpose in my world was to show others what happens when you put your hands on me. What happens? Bad things. Bad things indeed. But you came back into the picture just when the readers thought you were trapped forever in the last chapter. Surprise! The hero has made his triumph return and he wants revenge! He wants redemption! He wants to slay the beast! He wants he wants he wants he wants! HAHAHAHAHA it does not matter what he wants, for this - THIS IS ABOUT WHAT I WANT. And truth be told, I don't want much. The truth of the matter is I never even wanted the Answers World Championship, which I'm sure is a conclusion you reached on your own after watching me drag it on the ground, not caring if its chipped or ripped. The only reason why I have it is because for whatever reason, whoever holds the world title is seen as the most superior on that particular brand, which is a lie. Let me ask you this, did you think Starr Stan or Hades were better than me when they held onto this title? No. Or let's take a look into present day. Do you think Diamond Cage is superior to a king? King Lannister that is? No. Some people might fail to understand my logic and that is fine. I do not expect you to understand my way of thinking. But what I mean is this. This championship gives me the recognition I deserve. It might be shiny, but it doesn't appeal to me. I would be just as proud if it was a certificate. But to you Methuselah? It is much more valuable. Or I suppose it is to Mr. DEDEDE. Because if you were to win this Saturday, which won't happen might I add, but let's all laugh at the idea of him winning shall we? It gives you another world title reign, which would mean that all eyes would be on you again. And boy oh boy, you can tell yourself that this title isn't what this is about, but it is. We both know it is. You might just act like its the cherry being placed on top of a sweet dessert, when really it's the main course. And that's why I want to continue to hold onto this gold. I want it because you want it and I don't want you to have something you desire. I would much rather see you in a depressed state, just like at King of Elite. Still a touchy subject is it not? In fact every loss of yours, you act embarrassed by because in that hollow head of yours, you think you're immortal. No, you do. Even when you say Tyler proved to you that you're imperfect, those are just words you do not believe. They are not feelings and I know that deep down you still feel like you're impeccable or flawless when it comes to wrestling and talking. But you're not and I'll remind you that this Saturday. Soooo what do I want out of this? Your death. A bit harsh, perhaps, but it's genuinely how I feel and I do not intend to mask those feelings. Instead I want people to see them in broad daylight HAHAHAHA. But let me clarify when I say your death. No, I do not expect to literally kill you in two days. Because even though I'm "evil" or a "monster" to you, I am not a killer. Not anymore at least. That's a story for a different day. But just know this, what I do to you at Reasonable Doubt, it will shave years off your life. I will be the reason why you won't be able to spend as much time with your future wife and kids as you would have liked. In other words I will be the reason why you won't be able to walk your daughter down the aisle or teach your son how to play catch or grow old with your significant other. And that? Even that can put a rare smile on my face. 

The thought of that puts a smile on my face as well, Norman. RYAN! My friend how are you? Wait I forgot, by calling you Ryan, that automatically means that I'm playing mind games? HAHAHAHA - I don't play mind games. Oh no, but I do love other games, such as putting you on strings and watching you dance on my command. The real and only reason why I refer to you as Ryan is because I refuse to call you Methuselah or Mr. DEDEDE. To me you are Ryan and that will not change. But you? You can call Norman names all you want, I will not try to stop you. Go on, call him a monster. The Evil Eye! The Behemoth! Even the name Norman Hellion bothers him a tad because that is not his birth name. Oops did I let the cat out of the bag? Because you see Ryan, I gave him the name Norman because all he ever wanted to be is normal. Is that too much to ask? Huh? He wanted the simple things out of life and he couldn't even have that. So Norman it was. So that leaves one important question, what is his real name? HAHAHAHA, I can not answer that question because it would unlock him from my power. It would make him realize that what I've forced him to do was unethical. He would panic, leave EAW, go live in the middle of nowhere and die alone and I can't afford that to happen. And I'll even admit that you were right about something Ryan, he cannot look at his reflection in the mirror without regretting most of his actions. So if you shove a mirror in his face, he'll most likely become emotionally weak but again, it would be useless in the end because I would screw his head back on straight. But why Peter, why would you give this private information out? It's simple, I'm bored. No really, I am. Beating the same people over and over again gets old. It makes you realize that chasing the world title is better than winning it. Because it makes you realize that you have nowhere to go but down - that's the general conception at least. But you Ryan? You will help Norman's stock skyrocket HAHAHAHA. And again, that's one of the reasons why we attacked you at King of Elite. We knew we count on you coming to Showdown, to chase and corner The Behemoth, but little do you know that you are not the hunter, but the prey and at Reasonable Doubt, I will have no problem with pulling the trigger. Because this? All of this, it's been part of a plan. You might not believe me, but I tell the truth. What do I have to lose? No really, what do I have to lose? Because the way I see it Ryan, you have more on the line. But what about the Answers World Championship? Yeah, what about it? According to my friend Ryan, it doesn't matter right? But let's talk about what he has on the line for a second HAHAHAHA. His pride is on the line. His word is on the line. His reputation is on the line and his friend, Hamasa's "gift" is on the line. Man oh man, I hope you don't screw up because how will EAW ever exist if  Ryan loses two FPV matches in a row?

Oh that's right, it will do just fine. By the way the reason why I bring up some of your losses is because I know it bothers you and I just want to send you a friendly reminder that you are beatable. Always have been and always will be. Because you see, you always ask Norman how does he ever plan on making you stay down for three seconds? Answer? With his ability. Right? No really, the answer is that simple because in two days, Norman will be the better man, period. But by all means, try to rewrite this story! Pull out all the stops and it still WILL NOT BE ENOUGH. So there's your answer. But as for your loss to Team Crash at Territorial Invasion, I bring it up because even when you want something so badly, like staying as the chairman back then, or putting a sudden end to Norman's dominance, you can still easily fail. I distinctly remember you promising the EAW fans that you would still be in charge of EAW at the end of the night at TI, but you FAILED. You lost at your own game. You thought you had everything figured out and then Crash throws you a curveball by showing his true colors and that leads to your downfall. So let me ask you this, is Norman the man who is really blind or is it you? Hmm interesting question. I suggest you ponder it.

You still think you're on your way of making RAGNAROK crumble completely, but how wrong you are. Yes you took the tag titles away from King Lannister and Brody, we've been through this before. And like I said, King Lannister is still a king and will become EAW Champion at Fighting Spirit and Brody is on his way to winning the World Heavyweight Championship. And then you factor in me being the Answers World Champion, so as you can see and imagine, we are doing just fine. So go on, enjoy those tag titles. No really, take a second and appreciate them because those are the only titles you'll have for the unseeable future. Because Mr. Savage? He'll fail to regain his Pure Championship this weekend and you? We already know what's not going to happen at Reasonable Doubt and that's you stealing this title from me. So as I mentioned, RAGNAROK will be just fine. As for my argument with Brody? It's in the past. It was just a meaningless fight. Besides, that's what brothers do from time to time, we fight. But if you think that I'm going to lay my hands on him or vice versa, then I'm afraid you will be disappointed since your master plan fell through the cracks. I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE! What's wrong Norman? I'm over talking, just like I'm over listening to what Methuselah has to say. I - I WANT TO FIGHT. I WANT TO VISIT MY HELL IN A CELL HOME. I'M SICK OF WAITING. I WANT THIS MATCH NOW. Norman calm do- NO I WANT TO SEE METHUSELAH NOW. NOT LATER, NOW! Shh Norman, let the grown ups talk. I promise I will wrap this up because I too am getting sick of these verbal exchanges since Ryan continues to ignore and dismiss our words. All he does is plug his ears and says he can't hear us, showing how mature he is. But Ryan, I will say this. I was going to use the classic Old Yeller line since you already think I'm unoriginal simply because I call you by your first name. I don't see how that correlates with anything, but sure. But as I was saying, I was going to call you Old Yeller because you've been doing this for nearly a decade, but people seem to forget what really happened in Old Yeller. The reason why the little boy shot his dog in the first place had nothing to do with his age. It was because he was rabid and dangerous. So if I were to link you with that ruthless mutt, it would be a compliment more than anything. So instead I'll close with this. There is a difference between battles and wars. You won the battle against Brody and King Lannister. You won the battle against Norman when you made him retreat a few weeks ago - but at Reasonable Doubt? None of that will matter, for I will win this war once and for all.

Fighting Spirit Promo #3 "Alone For the Battle" *Keller is seen in a rainy graveyard, with a shovel in hand, and a gravestone beside him reads: "Jordan Ciserano.*" so Jordan, you must be wondering, *uses stupid voice* "Why is Kerry Keller at the grave of a guy who has the same name as me?" *Voice goes back to normal* well, no Jordan. This is not some guy with the same name as you. No, this is your grave, and I'm not Tyberns. I'm not gonna shovel dirt in it yet... I'm not gonna confirm my victory against you guys by myself, I'm not gonna tell you I'll win when I can't confirm if I'll win. I'll tell you something though... I'll tell you that your buddy Calliban... *moves to a grave marked J.P Calliban* he's going down... He's going in to this grave whether it's after I beat him, or lose to him... You think your funny... I already told you you aren't funny, and I proved it against Ciserano after beating his shit in TWICE!! But... That's fine, what isn't fine, is that you have adopted this thing called "Punkin." Take the in out of that and you'll get what I think of it, and I thought I had multiple personalities, you should look at this guy, he's got multiple personalities BUT, he's an Asshole either way, *begins picking up dirt on his shovel* here's to J.P Calliban, here's to Jordan Ciserano, here's to that ditching punk Maxwell Dachs who thinks he's better than me... You guys are all wrong.. I hope your happy, I hope your satisfied, because you've brought out an entire diffrent Kerry Keller, a more... Depraved Kerry Keller, a more... Sadistic Kerry Keller... A Kerry Keller who's finally ready for battle. Who's ready to fight for his right to have an opportunity to be named alongside the greatest... My first FPV is here... My first opportunity is here... *shovels dirt into Calliban's "grave"* and I will NOT let It slip... Sleep well until Sunday... Your going to need it, no matter who my partner is, win or lose, you'll be preying to any god you HAVE on Sunday... "Moment of Silence..." Thank you

The green letters run across the screen carrying the words of Caliban's prophetic side 

In a war a perfect mix of man and maniac will more often than not taste victory while a team of a man and an already vanquished mouth will forever be trampled under foot 


Old Man Adeus 


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We open on a tunnel with the camera moving down it slowly towards a large white light at the end, in the white a silhouette of a man can be made out, as quickly as the silhouette appears the figure starts screaming in the Punkin's voice 

Punkin: I AM A BRAVE MAN! I AM A COWARD! I AM THE TIGER! I AM THE FLOWER BAHAHAHAHAHA!

The Camera picks up speed as it starts to get closer and closer to Punkin's now shrieking and thrashing shadow 
 
Punkin: I AM HONEST AND I'M A LIAR! I AM VITAL AND I'M SO FUCKING TIRED OF THESE 2 WANNA BE BASTARDS!

As it gets ever closer it starts to slow down again but never stops moving forward, now we can see the light reflecting orange off Punkin's face 

Punkin: I FLY FREE! NEVER TO BE CAUGHT! FROM WHERE I AM I CAN SEE THE TOP!

The camera zooms all the way up to Punkin's face showing his eyes narrowing and the scream falling to a whisper 

Punkin: I am most importantly something never to be stopped, they say a tag team is never truly a team till the name themselves and I can't but help take notice of the name these children gave themselves. The Blood Pact BAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!

He sighs heavily as he over pronounces the name 

Punkin: A very apt name for what they are about to go through, see the past 2 weeks these guys have taken us out at our worst, Dachs couldn't get the job done, Keller couldn't help him get the job done and just like they did the week previous when they tried to make an impact attacking Death By Velocity they stood on their feet while we lay down BUT THEY PROVED NOTHING! They only showed the cowardice which holds wrestling organisations like this ransom if the individuals perpetrating it are allowed to continue to do so. Dachs and Keller are a blood virus and we are the fire that will burn it out of this company 

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We open on Caliban sitting on the pre show announcers studio table in the arena set up for  sunday nights broadcast or possibly in the EAW studios homebase where they film DVD panels, the lights are off so only the emergency lights and the light through the windows are illuminating his face 

Caliban: So evidently I didn't touch wood when I made my statement about never featuring on a pre-show before and it looks like I jinxed myself but you know what, fuck it thats not my fault thats just the caliber of opponent we are dealing with this week I learnt that last week when I beat the ever loving shit out of Dachs that these guys aren't something to sweat they are simply another toy to be played with, they are another couple of dead weight losers me and Ciserano can go to work on just to prove what we never fail to and that is that we are the best this company has in the form of a tag team right now and the fact that we haven't been in any kind of contendership match for the tag titles if regoddamndiculous. The top guys in the company are the only ones to scratch us so far

Camera guy chips in

Camera Guy: Well Dachs and Keller have left you laying 2 weeks running 

Caliban runs his hand through his hair

Caliban: I suppose you make a valid point but you see that fool Dachs couldn't get the job done last week so why in the hell do you think adding another fuckwit to the collage is gunna make things any different. You have watched Death By Velocity in that ring, you know what Ciserano and I do and last week you saw what I did to one half of 

Puts on a stupid voice 

Caliban: The Blood Pact 

Goes back to normal voice

Caliban: On Sunday night we will do one thing, finish these assholes so we can move on, I'm done with these children and on Sunday night we will be the first ever pre show match to steal a mother fucking pay per view, mark my words and prove me wrong if you can because Death By Velocity are taking these guys out with a bang... INCOMING!

I'm not moving fast.

I'm not on the rise.

I am consistently average.

No one cares about me.

Starrstan, you can make all these claims. You can spit on my grave, tear me apart all you like, but the fact of the matter is this... you are wrong. I have proven it, and I guess I have to go over exactly how you're wrong once again. Why? Because you're either an idiot or can't listen. Let's start off by how I am not moving mast. Exhibit A: Just a few months, I quit EAW and started up my own academy. Very shortly later, I was given EVERYTHING that I wanted by Damien Murrow and the (then) Extreme Answers Wrestling management. A world championship shot? Granted. The ace world championship? Given. The choice of my Pain for Pride opponent? Given. But more importantly, Starrstan... these things weren't just given to me. They were an accumlation of what I had earned for the past four years. If that's not moving fast... if attaining all that in such a short amount of time isn't fast, then I don't know what is. You can bring up the point of me not using that to the best of my ability, but guess what? I did. I finally got the experience of a world championship match, and as far as I'm concerned... it was merely a timing issue. I'll admit that Norman Hellion was the better man between us two, but I learned from the match. Do you know one of the things I learned? I stood against Norman Hellion better than anyone. Better than you have or ever could. I earned his respect, and although I truly do not care for it... it does tell you all you need to know. If that's not elevating myself and my career, then nothing is. What I showed at Road to Redemption wasn't average. What I showed at King of Elite wasn't average. What I will show at Reasonable Doubt in a mere two days will not be average. It is going to be the ace of EAW doing what he does best, and that's once again prove the doubters wrong. You are one of them, Starr, and you know what the good thing is about you? I can actually hurt you. If I were to hurt the ones at home, I would get in deep trouble by sponsors and the company.

I don't need a single math lesson, but I do think you need a new set of eyes, because you obviously haven't seen me doing what I do in that ring. I am going to win a world championship very soon, Starrstan, and I will earn the right of a championship match in the country of Turkey. This isn't the law of attraction... this is Alex Anderson stating facts. You went on about how shortly you won a world championship and how I had to steal an opportunity from El Landerson. To that, Starr, I say that it's completely irrelevant. This is a marathon, not a race. I didn't realize this until recently. It doesn't matter how many you've won in the past, but what does matter is me winning the world championship and having a better reign than you ever did. That won't be that hard to do, looking at your track record as world champion. I mean, if there was such thing as a third-rate world champion, that's probably exactly what you were. You didn't prove to anyone in the locker room that you were as elite—a word that you love to describe yourself by—as other legends in this business. You've always been below the likes of Jaywalker, Y2Impact, DEDEDE, and Robbie V. The thought of that has absolutely haunted you, and I hate to break it to you, Starrstan... but this is a young men's game. I am just entering the prime of my career, and I am not going to stop now. That is why I will win. I have the hunger. I have the drive. Not to say that you don't, but truthfully, it doesn't compare to mine. Not at this stage of my career.

As for cheating to get this opportunity... this is EAW. A name change to "elite" doesn't mean anything. This company has been built upon taking. I learned that a long time ago, and it seems you still haven't learned that yet. My name is Alex Anderson, Starrstan. You know that. But what you don't know is that I am the ultimate opportunist. I am the master manipulator. I have built myself as the ace of EAW. I am the answers. I am the northern star. Soon enough, I will become the Answers World Champion. I am a killer, Starrstan. I'm not taking anything from you or Johnny Ventura. COme at me with all you have... it'll only make the victory sweeter.

As for you Johnny Ventura... it seems that you are running out of wrods to say. That, to me and everyone else, is a pretty good sign of you learning to shut up. This is what will propel your career to the next level. Take it from someone who propeled his own career a vast amount as of late.

After Saturday night, you'll be scared to look in the mirror in fear of ever meeting Alex Anderson in the ring again.

Game.

REASONABLE DOUBT PROMO


O, Norman, I expected better from you, but even before this battle has been fought it appears as though I've already won.

Through your syntax I see you cling to straws as though your very life depended on it. You've exhausted your arsenal, and now you are forced to throw stones. You are on the very last legs of your logic; but I share your fatigue in talking, it is not in our job description. I've grown quite weary of telling you your fate, as has the dear Fortuneteller. The Fortuneteller does not exist in this land to quarrel with you or mince words, because she worries not about how she conveys herself; nor does she wish to sway your opinions. The Fortuneteller cares not about about personal thoughts or the opinion of any man, not even myself. She is here to merely warn the world of the dangers which lie her crystal ball, and be done with it. It is your choice to listen, or perish. However even she could not help humoring you far more than she predicted she would have. Nevertheless, from the very moment Fortuneteller Hamasa arrived on Showdown, any advantage you had over me was swiftly expunged. You were bested in our face to face encounter and were driven out of the very ring you claim you were king of. The following week, the Fortuneteller flatly told the Witnesses our plan of stripping RAGNAROK of their gold and driving RAGNAROK out of this land. We held no secrets to ourselves; no ulterior plan of action was hidden from a soul in this land, not even from the three of your rotten souls. Brody and Lannister were told their fortune or rather, misfortune and the following week, so it came to pass. To this day, has the Fortuneteller told a single lie?? Of course, the answer is no. Of course, you grasp at the straws of your burning farm or the hay you lie on and clamber to the resolve that oh, the tag team titles had lost their meaning! The division was dead! That is why you screamed at a man you so boldly call your brother and scolded him, and gave out desperate cries of direction, and hell, you fought in this battle as if it were yours to fight.... You go back on your very word and juxtapose yourself more so by desperately using whatever fabric you have to stitch up the fleshwound in the side of RAGNAROK and state that the tag team division has sprung to life only because the Beast is gone. You point out every weakling from every crook and corner have come to challenge the Savage Ryans and you are correct. But do you truly think Norman, Peter, Behemoth, Larry, whichever moniker you choose to undertake, do you truly honestly think that the reason these underlings have come out from the woodwork to challenge for the tag team titles is because they now see a sign of weakness surrounding the gold?? Do you truly think those who hid from the Beast would find it in their best interest to come after the SLAYERS OF THE BEAST? 

Of course not. That line of thinking would be deranged, putting it lightly. But Oh! Suddenly the tag team gold no longer matters in the grand scheme of it all! And again you would be correct, they do not matter. The Answers World Championship itself, does not matter. GOLD HOLDS NO WEIGHT TO THIS CAUSE OF WHICH I FIGHT. AS THE FORTUNETELLER SAID SO LONG AGO... IT IS A BONUS, THE SIDE TO THE TRUE MAIN COURSE, THE TRUE PRIZE... THE PRIZE OF THE THREE HEADS OF THE DRAGON LAYING ON MY MANTLE! RAGNAROK is the true game that I hunt!

And as I said before, you are the one who interests me the most. Pardon me, it was the Fortuneteller who told you this... and so far the prophecy of Fortuneteller Hamasa remains without blemish. She did not simply conjure up a load of spontaneous, open ended educated guesses as if she were some commoner, or some street fortuneteller. She is a professional. That is why the greatest legend in EAW history has her by her side. And she was also right, not only in prediction, but in intuition... womans intuition I suppose, but indeed she was correct in saying you would be a horrid Fortuneteller. I myself am no Fortuneteller, but there is a fine line between fortunetelling and straw man fallacy, and a blurred line between straw man fallacy and deranged reason. You walk that blurred line as if it lead to gold and in your case it has lead to gold. It takes a bit of being deranged to enter a bloodsport like professional wrestling and enter it's most competitive stage and joust at the level that we do. One must be at th very least slightly odd to take the punishment we take and come back because we enjoy it. That is not the behavior of a normal man... that resembles the action of Monster! Monster monster monster, monster monster monster monster. Monster monster. But you are adamant in being separated from that name, which is no loss of mine. You say this word insults you because it limits you; but I haven't a choice but to call your bluff. If I were not the great Methuselah, triumphantly giving you this title of "Monster", but I were instead a cowering man desperately in search of your mercy, I'll bet you would not be offended. I would wager it would put a smle on your face. More than that, I know it. You would not be thinking of the ramifications of being defined by this man and by this word when you sink your claws into the side of a pitiful man's NECK. YOU WOULD ENJOY THE FACT THAT THIS LESSER BEING KNEW THAT WHEN HE STARES INTO YOUR EYES HE STARES INTO THE ABYSS, YOU WOULD SALIVATE AT HIS FEAR! BUT WHEN I STARE INTO YOUR EYES AND CALL YOU BY THIS NAME IT ANGERS YOU, BECAUSE I DO NOT LOOK INTO YOU WITH FEAR... I LOOK INTO YOU WITH PITY! And o, how patronizing pity is. I look into your eyes and see that scared little child who wishes to cast aside the words of which the world has defined him by for his entire life. You now wish to define yourself, but we will see we will see oh yes we will see if your ACTION this Saturday will be what defines you... or if I will do what I have done countless times to scores of foes in many a land, in many a war and that, my friend, my foe is define others by how they measure up to me. But you choose to cling to your deranged reason and straw man fallacy because of your desperation. And though you may be deranged, dazed and confused, I am certain even you could not find, among the voices in your head, even a hint of desperation in my voice, let alone that of the Fortuneteller. This does not come from a place of naivety, it comes from a place of assurance. But you are too oblivious, and you live in a world with fantasies, and you speak to your fantasies in first person and you have come such a long way in this line of thinking that nothing I possibly say can change what is ingrained in your mind! You too will stick to the weapon that is proven to work, and I will hold steadfast to my own line of thinking. But if only you were the slightest bit cognizant to this, perhaps you would have a much more clear depiction of the reality of your situation. The reality that your fantasy DIES when you step in the cell with the Monster, and there is no fantasy hero to save you, or slay me, but rather this Monster is as real as the realest of Man. As real as the blows that land on your head, the pain being sent through your spine, the cracking of ribs, the gasping of air, the sound of your skull as it hits the canvas and hits the walls of the cell and hits the canvas once more and again and AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN. And the picture that YOUR blood, not my blood, YOUR blood paints on that canvas.... THAT will be all that is real in this world.

Truly a desperate, futile situation you are in.. a situation, quite frankly of which you are the cause. A reality you brought to fruition when you chose to make me the ass of your joke, hoping you would find an example to your tale. This did not start from a simple shove, this began when you used the sacred blood of mine that was spilled on the canvas at King Of Elite to paint a misleading picture to your foes. You believed my downfall could be used as a mere punchline to your repugnant riddle. You thought you could laugh at my pain! And it'd be the end of that! Ho ho ho! Well as I'm known for saying, HE WHO LAUGHS LAST LAUGHS BEST. And Methuselah I am aptly named because I remain a constant! I continue to be the last to laugh, and therefore I am the victory who's name is written in the history books. But I laugh as the deranged one continues to grasp at his straws and resort to the tried and tired method of calling me by "Ryan". Something my opponents enjoy doing when they see that my will is impenetrable, and they will do anything to hit me close to home. As wondrous as your imagination is I would have thought you would resort to something original... or at the very least something that has worked before. But you think calling me "Ryan" is going to, what, put a bit more bass in the beat of my heart or make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up? Is this going to drive home your fruitless "point" and I do use that term lightly of how monstrous and grotesque and unique and unpredictable an anomaly I'm suppoed to believe you are? As if I am going to see you and see you for something more than a Monster? Let you get into my head the way you have gotten into the heads of those on your brand, and the way RAGNAROK has gotten into the heads of those in all of EAW, from the tag team division to the World Championship division? And just as you could not get any more desperate you bring up past defeats... such as the one I suffered at the hands of Zack Crash. Or, should I say, the one Dark Demon suffered at the hands of Xavier Williams which so happened to cost me my company. 

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Aha! I see now... greatest thanks then Norma-- "PETER"! I suppose that is an unforgivable blemish on my eight year record. Very well, you've exposed me! It is all clear now, Zack Crash MUST be superior to me! With your logic I suppose I should demand Lannister rescind his King Of Elite crown immediately for his failure on Showdown. And you should rescind your Answers World title for failing to win Cash In The Vault, a prize I'm sure you boldly assured you would win. And no matter that I was the one laughing last when I put Zack Crash to shame at House of Glass... let's pretend as though it never happened! You are right, there is no chance I can follow through with my threats against you. RAGNAROK is far too great a force to combat; they far exceed the threat of Scott Diamond and the Ironfist, not to mention they put Project EGO to shame! I should have known I was no match for you, I suppose I'll stay as far away from the Vodafone Arena as possible. As a matter of fact, I may as well become a recluse and never show my face in EAW again.

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My apologies, that was Mr. DEDEDE speaking. What I truly meant to say was, Norman, there is nothing you can say to me that will extinguish my resolve. And it must be vice versa to you. At this point, there is no changing each others minds. There is nothing either of us can say that will veer each other off course, we are simply two speeding trains who will collide inside the Hell in a Cell for all the world to see. And interesting how through it all, we are putting on a show for the Witnesses Norman. The ones you wish you could maul when they ask you for your signature, they will sit in the stands, cheer for who they wish, boo who they wish and I reckon they will be thoroughly entertained by what we do to each other. It will be like watching a cage fight between two Monst-- you get my point. But know this, once the two of us are closed in that demonic structure, you will step into a different universe, because stepping in the ring with Methuselah, Mr. DEDEDE, IS STEPPING INTO A DIFFERENT UNIVERSE, MY UNIVERSE. On the outside it is a spectacle, but once the bell goes off my friend... it will be a coming of age for you. A dreadful, gory one albeit, but a coming of age nonetheless. Though you may feel as though what you are in now is a position of power, it is nothing more than a realm of delusion. I am here as your Guardian to take you out of that realm. To take EAW out of that realm. This is not about me, this is about the bitter pill to swallow that you must swallow before you continue. After I win my 6th World Championship, which is not what this is about, but is a fantastic situation for me nonetheless, nothing is going to change for me. The Witnesses may perhaps react in shock and awe only for a moment, but they will realize it is the same now as it has been for the past eight years. Not only in this land, but in this life, I win even when I lose. Perhaps it may seem redundant and moreso predictable to some, but certainly not to all. Because there are many like you Norman who are easily fooled by the greatest conman who has ever lived, named father time. He is a thief, a trickster, a deceiver, and he does it oh so effortlessly. He can change the perception of the vast majority including little boys like you with a small gesture, and then there are constants like me who genuinely shock the masses by doing what I do better than anyone else. But once you personally experience me for who I am EVERYTHING will change, on the other hand, for you. You will not ever forget the competitor that I am. I can say this with the same assurance as the predictions from Fortuneteller Hasmasa: you will not ever forget that hopelessness you feel as I have an answer for every trick you pull out of your hat. Just as I am the answer for whatever plague befalls the land of Elite. I am the Guardian who bears the charm to deflect the misfortune of the Evil Eye from the Land of Elite. This is not because of a new symbol I introduce, this is what I've been before the name "Norman Hellion" ever meant a DAMN! I am the constant! I am the one who stands before all treachery that threaten the ways of this land, and those such as Zack Crash, such as RAGNAROK, such as YOU, Norman, who sit so comfortably over the land as though there is nothing above you will answer to me. THAT is the way our universe functions. THAT is the reality of it all. Even the sun moon and stars answer to galaxies, and galaxies to nebula's, and so on. There is always something greater, there will always be someone who is better than you, and then there will be the One above All. THAT is what awaits. And though mankind moves about with a sense of, pun intended, Reasonable Doubt; there comes those who are trapped in this darkness of doubt and unknowing and deception. There are those who have been told lies and lies and lies all their lives and eventually LIES are all they know! And then a select, fortunate few come into an encounter with the truth... and it is as piercing as a white hot light, it is blinding, painful to look into, unbearable, uneasy to accept. But Norman Hellion, what you meet in that Hell in a Cell is not simply your demise or your death, that isn't enough. You may take the plunge into the blackness, but that is not all that lies beyond the veil, NO. What lies beyond that veil of darkness and nothingness is a new light that so many others have been forced to look into in order to accept the truth. Once you accept it, that is when you reach Paradise... which you will only find in the shadow of a sword. Norman Hellion, at Reasonable Doubt, you are saved, because you will meet your God.

Once, there was a man who's lust for power; influenced him to do radical things, perform out of greed, but all by his doing - not the influence of any other. Where there was power, he'd be there in an instance, prepared to go the extra mile to feed off this power. With the right amount of attention, this stranger started to become a lot more familiar to everybody all around. Men, women, even the children sought out this man's skill, they were easily persuaded by the method of how he ended conflicts. Or maybe it wasn't a conflict, maybe it was just some petty dispute between brothers. But did it matter any at the time? What appeared to be a lone hero, started to form an evil; forged by greed. Everything panned out the way he desired, until he hadn't anticipated the returning hero to be the light in the darkness he spread. This ancient hero, however, did not pose the threat to him, but another individual that had hunted this evil man down in order to secure a sweep victory over the hero. All went according to plan, even with the rebellion of the select few who saw this man as evil, who saw his client as an unworthy victor.

"So crawl on my belly 'til the sun goes down."

They failed; they couldn't stop the inevitable, but they still forcefully refused the mercenary's power and his client's reign. Everything from there on out turned into anarchy, war of such. Blood was shed in large amounts, bodies were dropped out of clear spitefulness. It only led up to the impending personal strife between the mercenary and the hero. But even when approached, it ended with what many would claim to be luck, as the hero only extended the bitter feud further out. It was at that moment, both parties understood, that pride must be set aside in order to claim victory. The mercenary banded together a monstrous faction, that functioned like a well-oiled machine... while the hero had no other choice, but to side with a friend and an ally with sights set out on the same task; end the man, end the power. But as a group, they had their own personal agendas. It's what lead to their dysfunction. With the inability to stay on the same page, they were easily defeated. The mercenary's war was ended, but there's only became a personal warfare between each other. As the ally turned on the hero, the friend turned on the ally and hero, and the hero left with hope.

"I'll never wear your broken crown."

But there wasn't much hope there to strengthen his will, because what he thought to be a friend - turned into a bitter enemy. The hero was fully blamed for their failure as a group, the only concept the newly found enemy could come up with. It was easier to point fingers at the man who started what the three wished to end. The hero, being naive as he was, never thought to see the day the friend would pierce his spine with a sharpened blade. It had only turned into an uphill battle with himself, by this point, he hadn't even thought of mourning for himself. He only saw justice and where it needed to be executed. His enemy, former friend, took up the offer of the mercenary, who's now known as the king. Two former enemies, now acquaintances with one another, the hero refused to let such treason against the original cause to roam freely. He bent no knee, he saw no prince, and he worshiped no king. He rejected the royalty and rebelled for a second time against his ex-friend. The two with hatred in their hearts for one another, they encountered each other many times, one always getting the slight upper hand over the other. But never to the point where they were able to finish what was started a long time ago. It was only meaningless hostility between the two, until the moment came where the two would finally meet with one another.

"I can take the road and I can fuck it all away."

Devan Dubian, do you not see where our choices has lead us up to? You've played this game well enough to know what is to come next between us. What am I supposed to do in this sort of situation that you've made for me? I can only bestow upon you a gift, a gift for our "prince", the gift of death. I'm going to kill everything you stand for, but I'm going to allow you to hang onto that thread of life, in order to watch everything you've assisted in creating... burn. It will burn with a fiery vengeance, you will see the shades of orange and red, before you rest; lifeless. I've started too much, to allow a wedge between my aspiration get in the way of it's completion. I almost pity you, but I don't ---  I had only expected the worse, when times get rough. The desperate man can only act out of desperation. You saw no more power in me, you saw the rebellion was doing you no good. So, tell me, Devan Dubian... when Lannister's reign comes to it's end, who's power will you feed off next? You fed off me like a bird to it's feeder, but only enough to gain your importance enough to feed off another. You're typical, predictable, you'll allow one moment in your career to dictate the future of it. You'll only ever participate as a soldier, you'll never gain the will to lead an army for yourself. If you had, why would you still be here? Fiddling around, doing whatever you can to keep yourself alive in this company. Without the breath of life that Starr Stan, Lannister, and myself, gave to you. I don't think you'd be much of an importance at all - you'd still be at the fork in the road, confused where to go next. It's only natural, that a dog is to be lead by a master on a leash. You haven't proven me wrong yet, Dubian, you're still a bitch.

"But in this twilight, our choices seal our fate."

FIGHTING SPIRIT PR0M0 #1
 
A wise man can learn from any source, but the wisest among them will tell you that the greatest source of learning comes from books.  And not these eBooks, which lack character, but physical paperbacks that allow you to truly feel the power of the words on the page.  I’ve spent many long hours reading, as it’s one of my favorite leisurely activities, and of all the books I’ve read in my lifetime, the one from which I have learned the most has been “The Art Of War” by the great Chinese general Sun Tzu.  He not only had a brilliant military mind, but he was also a master of the human psychology.  For the general must’ve understood that the teachings he wrote down all those many years ago could not only be applied to military expeditions, but also towards simpler, everyday encounters.  It was to this end that he put ink to paper, hoping to teach generations of like-minded men how best to conquer their enemies both in war and in life.  The greatest of his proverbs being “a great general fights on his terms, or not at all.”  It is this proverb, more than any other, which I have adapted to in my most recent dealings with Diamond Cage.  It’s been no secret that since Road To Redemption, me and Cage have had our differences of opinion on whether he should be champion.  I’ve given my opinion in great detail and don’t see the need to do so again.  But what I do see the need for is to explain my brilliance in how I’m dealing with him.  At first I was betting on Hades The Hellraiser to recapture his championship back at King Of Elite, but due to Mr. Cage’s less than honorable methods, he failed.  It was then I realized that I’d have to take a more “direct” hand in relieving Cage of his championship.  But meeting Cage in a one-on-one match would be fighting on HIS terms, not mine.  And while I am confident that I could beat Cage if given the opportunity, I’m not stupid either.  I know what Cage can do, and what he’d most likely do if left alone with me.  So how was I to take his championship away from him without him focusing on me?  The answer was simple…he needed a few distractions!  And that’s where Hades and Lannister come into this game.  By adding them into this match, I gave Cage two other people to concentrate on, apart from myself.  The beauty of it all is that both Hades and Lannister were also too busy focusing on Cage and the EAW Championship to pay me much attention.  Hades was eager to avenge himself against Cage, and Lannister was too full on himself after winning KOE to question why I was adding him into this match.  I played these men against each other, and like good little puppets they danced to my tune.  I played this game on MY terms, and for two straight weeks, out of the four of us, I have been the last man standing!  My favorite little detail about this whole scheme is that admitting to this doesn’t do me the least bit of harm.  Because the damage has already been done!  The three of them are so full of hate and rage against the other that when the four of us are set loose, their fury will divert into all directions except mine!  Which will allow me to strike at the best possible moment.  I’ve been watching and controlling these three men from the beginning, and have come to know them as intimately as I know myself. 
 
Hades wants to talk about his “fighting spirit” and how “unbreakable” but spirit don’t figure into this equation at all.  Because I’m the one writing the equation, and if I don’t like the outcome, I just wipe the blackboard clean.  Let me ask you something Hades.  You mentioned how you’ve wanted to “slap the taste out of my mouth” ever since I put myself in this match?  Well…why didn’t you?  I’ll tell you why!  It was for one very simple reason…you were afraid!  You were afraid, hell you KNEW that if you raised your hand against me before this match started that I’d have pulled you out of this match faster than a dick from inside a cheaper hooker.  Now I don’t know what that tells you, but it tells me that between you and me…I’m the one with all the power!  The Hades I know, the one who used to call me “brother” would’ve been afraid of some Chairmanship title.  He would’ve smacked the taste out of the mouth of anyone he didn’t trust.  He would’ve struck first.  But you didn’t!  I struck before you did and now the advantage is mine!  Cage isn’t the one who has lost his edge…YOU ARE!!!  You call me a shape-shifter.  An interesting comparison, but the funny thing about shape-shifters is you never know what form they’re going to take next.  And that’s exactly how it is with me!  You can’t predict what I’m going to do next.  Ever since Territorial Invasion I’ve had people scratching their heads, trying to guess what my next move will be, only to show them just how wrong they were.  And you’re no better at it than anyone else.  If you were, you would’ve seen that chairshot last week coming.  But you didn’t!  I’ve always been that one unsolvable enigma to you Hades, both in the ring and outside.  That one piece of your history you can’t wrap your head around.  And you know what…you never will!
 
Then there’s “King” Lannister.  King?! HAHAHAHAHA!!!  You know I’ve never understood the pattern of people winning the KOE Tournament to name themselves King Whatever.  Firstly, because am I’m sure Lannister knows it’s purely a temporary title.  The moment he cashes in that title opportunity he won, he won’t be anymore a King than the Burger King.  Also because nobody really believes the title “King” before their name holds any significance.  The only difference between Lannister and KOE winners of the past is that he’s taking a little farther than they ever did.  He actually imagines himself a King.  Well if that’s true Lannister…then why is it you seem to bend the knee to me?  I thought Kings didn’t bow or answer to nobody but themselves.  Based on history, the only people Kings paid homage to were their Gods.  So I guess if you’re King Lannister, then I guess that must make me a God Crash!  I like you Lannister, I really do, and I believe you’re going to accomplish great things in EAW.  But let’s get one thing straight right now.  You DO NOT rule EAW…I do!  Everything that happens in this company happens because I allow it to happen, and it all follows my design for EAW’s future.  And that includes you!  You were allowed to compete in and win King Of Elite because it was convenient to me.  The moment you prove yourself to be no longer convenient is the moment you find out just how cruel I can really be.  You can keep calling yourself “King” if that what’s giving you and Cerci a boner.  Just remember where your place really is!
 
And then there’s Diamond Cage.  My dear, dear Diamond Cage.  Whether or not you feel our situations are similar, whether or not you comprehend why I’m against you don’t matter.  Even your philosophies on greed and selfishness within this business don’t matter.  The only thing that does matter is this…YOU CAN’T BEAT ME!!!  And the reason you can’t beat me is very simple.  You can’t bullshit a bullshitter!  Everything you’re doing right now is stuff I’ve already done once before.  I know all the tricks it takes to win a rebellion against the system, and because of that I know exactly what to do to stop it.  You can make all your vows and promises, but it’s all a joke to me.  You’re a joke!  Because I already won!  I won the moment you picked my side at Territorial Invasion and helped put me into this position.  Everything I’ve done to EAW that you blame on me is every bit as much your burden as mine.  And worst of all is no matter how much you claim to hate me, if you wanna feed your family, you have to continue to eat out of my hand, champion or not.  We do have unfinished business, but we’re not going to settle when you want to.  We’ll settle when I say so!  And I will win Cage!  It may not be at Fighting Spirit, it may not be on the next Voltage, it may not even happen for several months…but I will win eventually!  All you’re doing, all any of you are doing by standing up to me is delaying the inevitable.  Because I can sit at my desk and come at any of whenever I want and when you least expect it!  You said you’re the best in the industry today?  WELL I AM THE INDUSTRY!!! 
 

This is my game and you’re all pieces in it!  I move you around and sacrifice you as I see fit!  Because I’m the frickin’ Chairman!  That makes ME the top dog in this yard!  I don’t care who holds what championship or how many!  I don’t care whose been champion this amount of times or held it this long or that short!  I am the Chairman, the boss, and that automatically makes me the best, most important man in all of EAW!  And nothing any of you say or do will change that fact!  I’m untouchable, unbreakable… and UNBEATABLE!!!  What I say goes, and what I say about Fighting Spirit is that none of you get to win.