Oh, Ashlynne, you poor dear thing. I find it hilarious in more ways than one for you to actually believe you can beat the Vixen Killer. The camera can follow you around for months on end and I could see you train for years; but even over that amount of time, you will never be held to the standard I am. I had no problem taking out Madison and little cuba at Midsummer massacre, and I sure as hell didn’t have a hard time taking out 9 other Vixen’s in my Pain for Pride match. But do you think I’m going to let Honda’s actions affect me? Um. No. I am the Vixen’s champion and I certainly have nothing to prove to a plastic princess like yourself; a plastic princess that this Vixen will in fact break.
 
[Tarah smirks and laughs.]
 
You honestly think such a shitty fucking wrestler like you could beat me? Honestly? I have taken a new pride in myself and with this pride I will gladly take you down and every single other Vixen in my block. They don’t call me the Vixen’s killer for no reason. Taking someone like you, Ash bash, is going to be a typical walk in the park for me.
 

[Tarah holds up her championship.]
 
I have worked more than any other Vixen for this exact title; you cannot walk into this company with a chip on your shoulder expecting to beat me within your first 2 months. It don’t work like that; and I guess I’ll have to show you the way to truly respect someone.
 
[Tarah scoffs.]
 
I’m done just talking about you in general; I cannot wait to beat the living motherfucking shit out of you, baby spice. It’s gonna be a ball.
 
In Tarah We Trust…

♥

 




 

 
 
Assumptions and opinions are just like assholes. Everyone has them. Maddie, you just are one. It’s pretty incredible to hear your story about growing up and having your dad walk out on you when you were 10 years old. I’m really sorry to hear about that. I’m sure that was a tough moment in your life, but clearly you have persevered. Good for you. Now let’s tell a story you must have missed at some point. My mother died three days after I was born. April 10, 1992 is the day my mom forever left this earth. I grew up with one parent. You want to mock how close I am with my father, then fine. But he’s the only person I had growing up. He never knew how he was supposed to raise a daughter on his own. But he tried his hardest to make sure I turned out like he always believed my mother dreamed I would. He’s the reason I’m as tough as I am. So do I feel bad that your dad walked out at 10? Yes, I hate that for anyone. But don’t for one second believe I’m not just as tough as you are. At the end of the day, we’re still in a man’s world in this sport and we all have to fight for everything we get. I have earned everything that’s ever been given to me. My dad never had a lot of money, just enough to get us by. He’s a farmer without enough land to make the big bucks. And let me tell you, the farming isn’t so great on the edge of a metropolitan area. My family isn’t perfect Maddie, just far from it. And I got here, just as you did, by working my ass off every time a challenge was put in front of me.

You seem to have found this crutch word, too. You’re just going to continue to address me as a blonde bimbo? Congratulations on your undeniable ability to pull from your incredibly large vocabulary and lob a phrase at me that I can just knock out of the park. You’re terrible at this, Maddie. You had a good run in the week leading up to MSM, but now you’re just all over the place. Every word that comes out of your mouth sounds like somebody who’s stuck backpedaling and trying to pick up her pieces along the way. Just about that while Vixens locker room wanted to see you win the Vixen’s title, even if you treat us all like yesterday’s trash. Maybe we assumed you were the lesser of two evils. But now that you’ve lost to Tarah and she’s still the champion, maybe we were wrong. You’re on a tailspin. You don’t have the same focus or fire that you had last week. Your poems are a fun read. I’m glad to know you can put a rhyme together. But Dr. Seuss wasn’t shit as a wrestler.

I’ve never said we’re friends, you know, not even once. But I have mentioned my respect and admiration for you. We were the most dysfunctional three-person tag team I’d ever seen, you, me and Eris. Me and Eris were both new, and you seemed irritated at just having to fight in a match with two rookies. Eris was clearly a loon and you thought I was just some cocky bitch who can’t back up her words. You still think that don’t you? You haven’t had to face me just yet, though. But your sights were set on Tarah in our match, and rightfully so. The focus you showed after that match and leading up to MSM was damn near unmatched. You set your sights on taking out Tarah the first chance you got. And then you lost. Not your fault, right? But the best overcome everything. You are god’s gift to wrestling after all, so why couldn’t you overcome that? Oh, but you’ve overcome everything to get to where you’re at, right? You’re right about one thing, we don’t need to partners again, not even acquaintances. Why would I want to waste my time with you? Why does Maria waste her time with you? The truth is, you’re not nearly as special as you pretend to be. The most must see? I can name several Vixens I’d rather watch fight before I choose a match that you’re involved in. It’s ironic to see you calling people out for being vanilla. What are you? You act like you’re the first Vixen in history to walk around touting your best in the world-esque phrases. If you really think there’s a difference between saying you’re the best in the world and calling yourself god’s gift to wrestling, then you’re naïve. The best thing you’ve got going for you is this Mistress of Death mantra, except… oh, that’s right, Tarah’s title legacy lives on despite your efforts. You aren’t so special, you’re just obnoxious. What you really need, more than anything, is someone to just kick you right in the mouth and shut you up. That’s going to be me, and I can’t wait.

No one is jealous of you Maddie, and you have a long way to go before you’re the complete package. You’re just a raging, out of control bull with a big mouth. You try to mention your name with some of the best that have ever fought in EAW? I’m surprised HBG hasn’t shown up to slap your words right out of your mouth. I guess I’ll have to do it for her. You act like you’re the only one who’s allowed to be confident in themselves, and everyone else is just a bimbo or an idiot or a bathroom break. Cailin Dillon and Alexis Lee have no charisma! I’m crushed by the assumption. Oh, wait, there’s another assumption from you, Maddie. I’ll give you something that isn’t an opinion; I will completely and systematically dismantle you on Thursday. It will be the last time you look at my name across from yours on a match card and let yourself believe it’s gonna be a potty break for the crowd. I’ll let them take their intermission while the EMTs are loading you up for the ambulance. You talk about my nonsense? I’ve grown tired of your holier than thou attitude, and I think I’m not the only one. It’s time we get all the talking out of the way and take care of this in the ring. I’m ready to show you the ass kicking you thought you’d be giving me, Maddie. But are you? I doubt it.

Lastly, I do want to address this weekend’s match. Alexis has stayed mostly quiet. As I look around at the rest of the tournament, there is some real excitement for the matches this week, especially with some of the Vixens who are doubling up. But you, Alexis, you have stayed sneakily quiet. Like you think you can be a snake in the weeds that will jump out and bite me. There’s no way I’m going to follow up my win over Maddie with a loss to you. I have one goal right now, and that’s to win every single EoE match and rightfully earn my shot at Tarah’s belt. To lose to you would be going the wrong way, the same way that Maddie is about to go. I appreciate the chance to fight another new girl, but some of us new Vixens have already separated ourselves from the pack. I’m still waiting to see where you stand, Alexis, but I’ll let you know you won’t have the chance to make your mark at Showdown. This is my time to show what I’m made of and I’m not gonna let anybody stop me. I will be the Empress of Elite. And it all starts tomorrow.

Let's shoot from the hip shall we Mr. Starkman. Don't you ever...I MEAN EVER joke about my parents departure from this world. This is the reason why I'm going to send you to hell this is Sunday on Voltage. And you want to know where I've been living ever since I was a little kid? Fine let's stroll back to memory lane, after my parents were murdered in front of my god damn eyes I was sent to foster care. I knew no one their, everyday I was just a quiet kid writing his thoughts on a notepad but deep down inside I was just depressed. I stayed in foster care until I was sixteen years old and got myself a job at a local grocery store and stayed in foster care until I was able to buy my own apartment. Six months later I saved enough money to buy myself an apartment downtown and wanted to let out all this anger that I let out on my notepad. So I kept working at my grocery store job until I was eighteen years old and went to wrestling school because that's the only way I can let out this anger and I'm still am today. And ever since then I made it to the independents, selling out shows and making tons of money each night. So now you know where I've been living and how I got to where I am today you fucking piece of shit. You're true colors came out just now and that's why you're the villain.

Preparation? I've been preparing for months for where I'm at right now. Slowly after I realized months ago The New Ministry wasn't going to work out I started my triangle plot starting with taking out that piece of trash Kelly Keller and send him packing to Showdown. Now you Mr. Starkman, I was just going to play mind games with you a couple of weeks ago to make a name for myself but you decided to come back and eliminate all the demons from EAW? Demons are meant to be in this world no matter you go. When you go to bed in your little feety pajamas at night demons haunt you and you don't even realize it. Just in like everyday life you can't block out spirit or demons from this world. You have to embrace it because there's going to be one right in you're face this Sunday. And yes I have qualities of an emo teenager because I've been their being depressed most of my life. This is not High School drama this is reality and you need to embrace it...and If you want to I can easily kidnap you. I did it before and I can do it again...just ask Diamond Cage...The million dollar question is what am I...The Franchise Demon going to do Starkman this Sunday on Voltage? Pulling the trigger and putting the dog out of misery and finishing what I started!

Let’s get right down to it you freak of nature. That first pathetic excuse of a promo, recording a video of yourself arguing with two parking lot workers, what’s the supposed to prove? The EAW and the powers of Voltage KNOW that you’re nowhere near good enough to be on a pay-per-view, especially one with such significance as Midsummer Massacre, so to compensate for your own self-inflicted disappointment you take the fucking parking lot of all places and pick fights with the help back there? Or how about the fact that that shit was staged, and all you are, Franchise, is a pathetic imitation of the real monsters that have roamed the EAW. Do you think you’re on the level of Norman Hellion or Psycho Brody? You’re not even close to being close, because all you are buddy, is an act. OH WOE IS ME FOR I HAVE NO PARENTS AND LIVED ON THE STREETS! Get the fuck out of here, if you have no parents, whose basement have you been living in since you were 18 years old? You’re gonna make a promise to get yourself on the Civil War card huh, don’t make me laugh. I know hit a HUGE slump after losing the New Breed Championship at Pain for Pride, but here’s the difference, I was in a match that mattered, you were just filler for the 24/7 Battle Royal. And even before Pain for Pride, I was on a roll like no other New Breed talent before me. Wins over the likes of Jamie O’Hara, Clark Duncan, going head to head with Starr Stan, main eventing Showdown on countless occasions, and what have you done so far in your rookie year pal? Be the whipping boy, the ultimate jabroni of Voltage? Anyone who wanted an easy win for the night would go to the general manager and ask them for a match against the Franchise Demon. But that’s not what I’m doing. I have a strong feeling this is going to be our final encounter, because once I’m done with you on Sunday, you’re not going to want to come back for seconds. You can take my silence for fear, but I know what it’s really for. PREPARATION. Preparing to catapult myself back where I belong – picking fights and winning championships. You won’t be on Civil War, that’s for sure, but at the same, I won’t either, and that’s okay. Because eventually, and this eventuality is coming very soon, I will be on PPVs, I will be contending for championships, and while I’m off doing that, you’ll STILL be the laughingstock of the EAW. 

You can say that my end is near. Maybe some things are going to end Franchise Demon. I’m going to put an end to that unjustly inflated ego of yours, that’s for sure. Like, I don’t even know what word to describe you with. I don’t know how many mental illnesses you suffer from, because you display the signs of so many. It’s just evident in the way you talk. You don’t evoke fear, you evoke pity and sadness. You exhibit the same qualities of an emo teenager, hell even I was there once, dressing in all black wearing my mother’s mascara and black nail polish blabbing on about the end of the world, waging “war” on the popular kids… Because that’s all you made this. Franchise, going into this feud, I expected a roaring battle between good and evil, but you’ve trivialized this to high school drama, to be honest, you’re that Goth outcast that thinks he’s god’s greatest gift to the world, picking on some kid waaaaaaaay out of his league, to try to make a name for himself. It isn’t going to work. I’m going to squash you like the roach you are then move on to bigger and better things, while you can continue your ‘war on hobos’ you fucking retard. I’ve been to hell already Franchise – it’s called listening to a promo of yours. Let me ask you something buddy, how are you going to get on the PPV card when your only accomplishment on Voltage is being Stark’s personal punching bag to get the rust off of him for his return? Like I don’t understand what you’re going to do? Kill me? Kidnap me? Good luck in jail then you dolt. Sometimes heroes need to protect people from others with bad intentions. I need to protect you from yourself.

This Sunday, Starkman strikes Voltage and will destroy the half-competent excuse for a villain, the Franchise Demon.

Empress of Elite promo #2

Aww bless Mariah you are just too cute. It's so sweet watching you try and intimidate me with all your anger and.... (clears throat) "sass"

let me tell you a little story... about a little girl.

Once upon a time there was a young girl names Lisa who went to school. Her favourite subject was art and she was one of the best students in her school. She got straight A*s in her GCSEs (not some Miami pretend high school diploma nonsense) and was loved and adored by all of the teachers and all of the students. Then one day another girl named Rebecca who was a low class, low achieving waste of space decided that she was going to take umbrage at Lisa's shining achievements. Once day after school when Lisa was walking home having made everyone's day a better place to be Rebecca confronted her on a path near the children playground. Rebecca told her that she was selfish, self obsessed and delusional (all nonsense of course) and pushed and shoved Lisa from behind. You see unbeknownst to Rebecca as well as being beautiful, confident and smart Lisa was also pretty strong and was not going to let a lower form of life ruin everything she has done for everyone around her. So in that moment Lisa took Rebecca, dragged her into the park and lets say decided to give her some physical education. On that day Lumen Gray was born and I knew that it was my duty to ensure that my light is not quelled.

Oh yeah so Mariah.... in light of my aforementioned favourite subject at school I have decided to make you a little present. Something so that when you are lying on your back at the Empress of Elite tournament looking up at the shining lights you will have something happy and positive to think about.

So here I present your name..... IN LIGHTS

I really hope you spend some time looking at and enjoying this as really Mariah this is the nearest to your name in lights you are ever going to come. You know in Miami the crime rate is above average, education is below average and lifestyle is lower so no wonder you have turned out the way you have. Its fine.... well its not.... but its almost fine to be of a lower class and still try to achieve, try to better yourself. but the sooner you realise that your recent losses in the Vixen's division are purely a sign of what is still to come the quicker you can get back to achieving in life by working at McDonalds or Burger King.

You talk about God saying "Let their be light" but I think you will find that I bring the light into this division and no one else. But its nice... I am glad you have religion... something to cling to when everything else is just not quite the way you would like it to be... but you really could just accept that and try and be happy with your sad lonely little life.

It's ok to be short Mariah lots of amazing people are 5 feet 2 inches..... Eva Longoria was that high and was famous for a bit, Geri Halliwell was 5 feet 2 inches and she did all sorts of stuff. Even Jennifer Love Hewitt was 5 feet 2 inches and I am sure you can fight just as well as she can.

What I am saying Mariah, if you are still managing to follow me because I know articulation isn't a strength of yours, is that when I beat you on Thursday I hope we can maybe be friends... I am sure my existence in your grubby little world will help you overcome your anger and your hate and maybe you can also be happy for me as I ascend to the top of the Vixens division.

And to all the other Vixens in the locker room hoping that The Empress of Elite tournament is going to be their chance to shine let me tell you this...

Their is only one shining light of the Vixen's division and she is Lumen Gray

"If you try you WILL see the light"

Reeeeee .... deeeeemmmmp.... tioooon.

Now, if we check the All Might Y2Impact Dictionary, Second Version because I haven't had the time to buy the new Third Edition that has the actual definition of 'Hexa-Gun', redemption is defined as 'the action of regaining or gaining possession of something in exchange for payment, or clearing a debt'. Now, for us dumb people, it simply means that I get another chance at something I didn't capitalize on. Come on, Blog Talk Radio. Everybody knows what I'm talking about here, don't look at yourself with that surprised 'I just got it because my brain capacity is smaller than a peanut' look on your face. Now, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt, Mitchell. You beat me in a match, albeit with your dumb ass luck. Before you get ahead of yourself though, let's turn back the clock and figure out something here. I mean, we just need to look at the score sheet to know what I'm gonna ask you, buddy ol' pal.

Who hasn't beat me at this point?

I mean, I have a more dissapointing record than Kimbo Slice in the UFC. Sure, I can gloat and say I've been in the ring with the likes of Mr. 24 Cliches, 7 used Per Week and Gator Roll Victor, but the fact remains that I've got only 3 wins to my name. I mean, it's like I can talk the talk, but never walk the walk, you know what I'm saying? That must mean I have zero chance at winning this match here at Battleground. I'm literally a guy that just got lucky to be here to begin with.

Fool me once, shame on you.

The fact still remains, Mitchell. I'm still better than you on my worst day. You just managed to catch me on my 'worse than worst' day. Give me a second chance at you, and the story is gonna be told much differently. The ending will still say 'The End', but the events that transpire will drastically be different. Now, I haven't really thought too much of this Prospect Tournament, but when I heard that you were gonna be an opponent in that semi-final matchup, my eyes opened wide. I mean, we're talking Jim Carrey pulling the moon with an imaginary rope wide. I went straight into my dressing room and put on my chef's bib. You know what Chef BK cooked up for you, Mitchell? Well, I like to call the concoction 'Sweeping the Streets'. It has a healthy dose of boots to the face, along with a dash of broken jaws. You want to know the secret ingredient? I'm sure a lot of people want to know. I'll tell you right now it isn't anything you call 'clever' in your head. There's a teeny tiny bit of steel in there. I'll show you why on Monday.

Oh, but let's not forget about our 'worthy adversary' in the other corner, awaiting battle in his post. For Christ sake, the Board just LOVES putting me in 3 man matches. I mean, first it was the Interwire Title match with Nova-sys and Micro-Brain, then I had the number one contendership with Emo Dracula and who we can now call Mr. Dent Head. Now, here I am again, two other people in the ring if we count out the referee. Triple Threat matches are legitimately a fetish for The Board. Time to shed some of that loose skin, guys. Whatever happened to the singles matches in here? Are they just FPV-exclusive now?

Jimmy Seymour. Hey, doesn't that sound better than 'James'? I mean, you put James in the name, you sound like a dude in a suit from Detroit, looking to get into the painting industry. Jimmy sounds more menacing, you know? But, you put the name to the face, and you just have to think 'Yeah, I'm pretty sure he's better off with Mud as a name'. Now, I totally dig that you're a fellow Canadian. It's all good to see a fellow Bud in the ring. But, you're probably from one of the most unforgiving cities in the country. I mean, what is Calgary known for anymore other than their slowly depleting oil and negative profits? But, I digress. You probably don't care about that and want to party with all the engineers until you puke potash. I'll give credit where credit is, too. You know how to stretch a body part around in pretzels. You're one of them 'technical' wrestlers, it's cute. EAW definitely has a spot for people like you these days. I think it's referenced as 'jerking the curtain'?

Now, I can understand a WMW reject being in a Top Prospect tournament because there's just no other place to put you, and we need you for the rest holds. But, stop right there if you're even thinking about becoming THE top prospect here. In this world, size matters. Size matters a whole hell of a lot when you walk down the street. Someone like you walking down the street will garner no attention. See someone like me, though? You've got everyone of every gender looking at you. Now, being 5'10 is the average height of human beings nowadays, but that's the thing. We can line up the constellations for the Seymour belt and find out that you're just average. But, I shouldn't have to explain why you're just average when you're simply a WMW reject.

A few weeks ago, I didn't think that this whole tournament would be all that important, to be honest with everyone. I mean, there's me and a bunch of bland ass toothpicks in one tournament. It either sounds like a squash or instant money in the toilet. Now, when I think about the next few weeks, I could accomplish something that even the mightiest of men in EAW can acknowledge me about. I will have done in 3 months what many wrestlers aspire to get in their lifetimes.

☤Within a large gathering of men and women with guns attached to their belts and strapped to their backs is Tiberius Jones having some fun beating his chest and hollering.☤

‘Murica!

☤People in the back begin to raise the USA flag and Hexa-gun flags while Jones starts gesturing to the sky with his arms pumped up extending one arm forward and the other back after reach word. ☤

HEXA! HEXA! HEXA! GUN! GUN! GUN!

☤Jones follows the last gun with making a motion as if firing a rocket launcher and starts laughing as his best friend and part time manager Joseph Anubis squeezes through the crowd.☤

TJ: Nu! I’m glad you’ve come to join our display of our god given open carry rights! Now as a well-regulated militia, we are the only thing that can come between a corrupt government and them dominating the people of this country, which an idea that EAW should of realized they ought to have as well. A well regulated militia, against Zack Crash and the EAW board on Dynasty Wrestling.

Anubis: TJ, I’m glad you’re having fun and all, bu--

TJ: But don’t forget that responsibilities. I got you Uncle Ben, I’m only half joking around, there are serious undertones in the background of this.

Anubis: As long as you know.

TJ: Right, but let’s not get it twisted, I always do my thing for the team, ya’ll were the ones who took a long time to fork up some goods for my services. It’s about time I got setup with something in return ever since I gave up my Grand Rampage spot to Jaywalker. Hell you’re supposed to be MY guy, but you disappeared with Jay ever since Pain for Pride until Midsummer Massacre.

Anubis: I was just convincing him he could leave this to you, as well as other matters not important at this time. You are not known for being careful, being the Brazen Beast and all. You must admit, Hexa-gun was worth the wait.

TJ: True, true.

Anubis: All we ask is that you take your role with the utmost importance in continuing the good relations between the J-Dynasty and the Mercenaries, whom we have lent your services to, the Quintessential Trailblazers is one of the only bonds not to turn into bad blood after time for us.

TJ: Don’t worry, a master thief like me is at home with mercs, The Heart Break Gal and Y2Impact will not be dissatisfied with my compliance, especially with this style we have. In fact, it was about time the Rogue Element got to be around a rogues’ gallery of the best bad boys out there. Together with the rest of this team, we will mow down any chumps that think they can stand in front of the barrel and not pay the price for deciding to bite the bullet. Starting with the spook spook squad of Zack Crash, these ghouls, face painted freaks and whatever night fiends are meant to scare the little kiddies that these three represent, are all going to get introduced to the modern fear of being rained on by a spray of bullets and then having everything you have burglarized from your murderers.

The way you can tell Crash has the whole game messed up is that Kevin Devastation is his main enforcer, his x factor! The last time I saw Kevin Devastation in an EAW ring he was practically teary eyed as he gave EAW a goodbye speech after he was retired, by none other than myself! Taking his career away was one of my most prolific heists in EAW! They must be crazy if they think Kevin Devastation is able to roll back in here and boss around Hexa-gun as if his word carries weight and his reputation is still intact, when I defeated him everything that made his career a hall of fame one became MY property! I stole KD’s livelihood and everything he represents fair and square! If KD was any type of man, he would have tried to come through me before he ever tried to pretend like he was still a big deal around here, but it is funny how the world works in making people face what they want to see the least because now he has to face me and the rest of my crew who are about to make our devastating team debut within the squared circle, in another words a neat little box where all come to taste our rounds.

And people tell me, whether it is missile dropkicking Crash in the back of the head or interrupting Cleopatra’s staff meeting with dragon mist, I have quite the talent in making grand introductions.

So as I introduce myself to Showdown and the rest of the spook spook squad in Hades & Rhaegar, I plan to make sure everyone gets the same level of the meeting Tiberius Jones experience, after all they need to learn real quick who owns these streets now that I’ve gotten here. My dark alleys are prone to have quite a few figures disappear in the night mist, if you want to walk around safely you must come to understand the unwritten rules that are enforced with much more brutality and deadly precision than any publicized by some failure of a dictator who has yet to subjugate a roster of people who did not even resist him taking over in the first place and changing the landscape to this disgusting elite mindset. Crash was given sheep, and still he cannot get the job done. Now with a true rebellion in effect, how can it ever be expected that he has any chance of herding you idiots that’ll be running in any which direction after you hear Hexa-gun shots being fired in the air in order to save your miserable careers? The controlled frenzy we create will unravel the mistakes of Zack Crash, reveal every inch of his incompetence. This is not the EAW I fought life and limb to be a part of, I can hazard a guess and say it’s not the EAW the founder of the J-Dynasty was the original of. EAW has been clothed to cover the naked beauty that Zack Crash fears, covered with his inauthentic ideals of greatness but this shoddy workmanship is worse than knockoffs sold at the most cheapest of prices, for I see the loose threads in the fabric waiting to pulled.
☤End of scene.☤

 
 The camera walks through a dark lighted hallway.. completely dark. All that is seen at the end of the hall is a door with a bit of light through the cracks of the door with smoke pouring through it. As the camera draws near the door the person behind the camera slowly opens it... Raven is seen sitting in the center of the room surrounded by smoke and candles aligned in front of her.

 " Haruna's mental state seems to be in question. What is it that can make one with so much life inside tick? The answer is really quite simple. Failure. Through your times of despair you've seen the harsh reality of life.. even when you're down, the wheel keeps turning. Life was seen without you in it, and it just so turns out that life wouldn't be that bad. You couldn't handle that could you? Your actions at MSM are quite interesting to me.. I can honestly say I didn't think you had it in you. However, I'm not as naïve like the rest of those Vixens. You won't have a chance to blindside me, Haruna. Do you think you can pick up that chair again and hit me..? How many times do you think!? Ohh -- the questions that travel through my brain. But all will be revealed in due time.."

 Raven stops talking and looks into the flame of the candles.. He is leans down and is whispering to the flames.. Every time her mouth stops moving the flames seem to have a bit of reaction as if they were replying back. She smiles to it and blows a kiss to the flames and stares into the camera.

 " God works in mysterious ways. Sometimes good happens but bad is will always balance it out. But that isn't the only possible scenario.... Sometimes bad is forced upon individuals.. maybe a test of faith. Despair, cruelty and intimidation. These are very good words to describe the life of Raven Lee. You praying to god.. is no different than you praying to me. Now when I say that.. I don't compare myself to god, but I am god-like. Over the vixens in EAW.. I am a much darker divine creature. A god wants to bring peace in the end.. I want to bring nothing but an inferno spreading behind me. Once the fire reaches the end.. and there is nothing left.. even I will disappear into the fire. Nothing will remain in my vision.. No light. No life. No hope."

 Now follow me, Haruna. As you hear the gong repeat after me...

 *Gong!
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 *Gong!

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 *Gong!


 " The Empress Of Chaos.. is among us! "

 Hahahahahahahahahahaha.........

 Raven let's out one gust of air as all the light go out and nothing is seen... All that is heard is her laugher as the voice fades further and further..

 *Fades to black.

The scene starts in a pitch black room
suddenly the room is lit up by a bright, bright light

"They don't know what's coming to them..." Chris Starr says to himself

There is complete silence for about 30 seconds...

"They're all clueless, every single one of them"...

"Not one of them has a sliver of talent, what's the difference between them and an extradorinary mastermind like myself you may ask?"

"Simple..."

"I learned how to fight off the streets, where your not fighting for a belt, or a title, but your fighting for your life..."

"So what do you get when you mix a brutal street-fighter with a ring?

A GOD"


" EAW has let to learn that I am the best to ever lace up a pair of boots, that I am the best to ever step an inch into a ring"

"Big changes are coming, prepare to feast your eyes on...
Chris Starr"

"Monday night, they'll all learn"


The light fades out

The scene fades in of a close up of a panting man next to the waist of a feminine figure dressed in a black leotard. Her gloved left hand is also in the shot wrapped in a long chain. The man quickly wipes his nose and grins, the scars on his face and head contorting with his joy. The woman waves for him to start.

Woman: "Begin, it's on."

Masohiro: "Ok! Hey EAW. I am new fighter Masohiro and this will be the beginning of my introduction. I am now partaking in one of my little hobbies so excuse the state I am in. These kinds of things are necessary for anyone to function in their day to day life. I am going to go through a very important task in my life: My first match in EAW soon. After all the training, the meetings, the papers to sign we all need something to wind down, don't we? I know that my opponent, Piff Fumador likes to do another thing to wind down but I want to show him how it's all wrong. This way he cools down is all meant to escape. It puts your mind somewhere else and your body becomes useless with your soul just trapped inside. Useless. I think it's sad so I will use my debut match to demonstrate to him a better way. I will show him my way of doing things. It's a bit more involved and... visceral."

A streak of blood slowly dribbles from his nose and the woman wipes it off with a handkerchief before he notices.

Masohiro: Ah, arigatou... You see I am a sort of a traveling warrior monk searching for truth and love throughout the world. My next stop is here, my prayers are my matches, and my alms involve pain. Yes, this is the path to enlightenment, friends. We don't need much aid to enjoy ourselves. All we need is an imaginative mind and a fist. Through pain we can find out who we really are and what we are capable of. I know it sounds a bit off to some but I really want to show you, Piff, what you are missing out on. It starts with you after all and how special it is that I can try to get you off smoking that plant and show you what we can really do. So turn on, tune in, but don't drop out. Pain will keep you in the moment and awake. It will make you feel! Can you imagine the possibilities? You just need to punch or poke or dig or gouge or claw or twist-"

He starts getting elated as he continues his list and the woman pats him on the head with the chained hand and he calms down.

Masohiro: "Right. So Piff Fumador and all of EAW in general. I want to let you know that I will continue a mission here with you all. I want to find the perfect specimen that represents the True Way. The wrestling ring is the perfect space to find it. I want to say that it is very helpful for me and can be so good for you all too. When you face me you will be on the path to enlightenment and I will be your instrument!"

Woman: "You got 10 more minutes, hon." She starts unwrapping the chain from her hand.

Masohiro: "I need to get back to my fun so I will just add one more thing. Don't you dare drag me down, Piff. With this mission I am on there are, of course, some serious punishments for failing. If you disappoint me you will be disappointing yourself. I cannot allow that. There is a method. Everything you do to me will be repeated upon you times 10. I promise to do my best. If you survive we will continue in this way until you learn your lesson. So get ready. It all begins with you. The only things you have to do is put down the weed and hit me."

He nods and seems satisfied with himself. The chain is then wrapped around his neck and he is dragged off as the shot fades.