The camera pans to the roof of the dynasty arena where Triple Z is standing looking over the card

"FRIDAY NIGHT On the great DYNASTY wrestling i'm booked for the first time in weeks. going BACK TO MY PRESHOW ROOTS against some newcomers that can prove they hold there own. friday i'm going in with my pride, honor and respect and i'm going to win baby it's time for me to get back in that ring. i'm ready and willing."

fade to black

[In a room with a single lighted bulb -- who knows where. A man was seen blindfolded and tied to a chair. A black bag was put over his head, as if he was kidnapped. His clothes were ragged, his forehead was covered with sweat. Blood dripped from his shoulder down to his fingertips, as his hands were tied together behind his back. He was horrified, afraid of what is in store for him]

Man: Please... please... Don't do this!

[Camera pans nearby, Y2Impact, on his white shirt and jeans, slowly walked towards the torn and battered man as he slides some brass knuckles around his four fingers. He roughly takes off the bag over the man's head, his face had bruises and wounds... He took a very bad beating]

Y2Impact: What's your name, bud?

Man: (snivels) Todd...

Y2Impact: I know a lot of people named Todd.

Man: Todd... Jameson... please...

Y2Impact: Alright, Todd Jameson... I'll be asking you questions, if you answer honestly, I might let you live with less injuries, but if you don't give me anything useful, I'll hit your damn face. Agreed?

[Todd struggled, but he nodded]

Y2Impact: Where's the item, Todd?

Todd: I... I don't know.

Y2Impact: Wrong answer, Todd.

[Y2Impact, with all his force, landed a single punch right to Todd's face with brass knuckles. Todd squirmed in pain, and couldn't take this beating anymore, but he had no choice]

Y2Impact: I ask you again, where's the item, Todd?

Todd: Please, I have friends who will give you money...

Y2Impact: That's not working for me, Todd.

[Y2Impact hits him again, with twice the force this time]

Y2Impact: I'll ask you again...

HBG: What the hell are you doing?

[It was revealed that HBG has been standing near the door the entire time wearing a red jacket and black pants, witnessing Y2Impact's unbearable behavior. She seemed horrified]

HBG: How could you do this? To this man? W-why?

Y2Impact: I-I'm sorry it had to be this way.

HBG: You SHOULD be sorry. Brass knuckles to get information, you've gotta be kidding me!

[HBG with both her hands, lifts a wooden chair and threw it directly behind Todd's head. We hear a cracking sound on Todd's neck, as his chair falls sideways and he passed out from the impact]

Y2Impact: Aw, man. Now I'll never get the information I need.

HBG: He's still breathing, when I imagine people like Jacob Senn ending up that way at Dynasty, it puts a smile to my face.

Y2Impact: I didn't want to give you the wrong idea, but when I intimated how indebted and fortunate I am that the Heart Break Gal would accept me, I didn't intend for it to come across like I'm some holier-than-thou omnipresent, omnipotent, omniscient being. My depravity is well-documented so maybe I could be called omnisexual, but I've never purported to be some baby-kissing, faint-hearted spineless coward without genitals or a backbone to speak of. I've always been forthright and completely transparent about the values and beliefs I represent and uphold. I repeatedly told Devan Dubian I'd take delight in his suffering, and when I handily defeated him on Voltage, I can't deny being slightly disappointed I didn't incapacitate and dismember him thoroughly enough to prevent him from getting back up on his own two feet. My mantra has always been that winning is the most important and essential aspect of wrestling, and everything else in between is nothing but window dressing to cover up a defeat or to gloat about how glamorous realizing your conquest was, how you triumphed over and trounced your peers while laughing as a horrified crowd of helpless spectators looked on. What sum of money, gold, and luxury I deem worthy enough to fight for is entirely arbitrary, and it's exactly this erratic, dynamic behavior that makes The Mercenaries' tandem so unpredictable. The fact that I hold my partner in the highest of esteem is irrelevant to our personal goals, the same way the Heart Break Gal would undoubtedly just as soon explain to every ignorant miserable buffoon trying to rain on our parade and decry us to compensate for their personal and professional insecurities that her endearment of me isn't an indicator of weakness; it's a boundless strength that combines two immeasurable forces, both of whom are great on their own merits, but even more dominant and ahead of the curve when they splice all of their personality characteristics and fighting instincts to form an incomparable wrecking crew of destruction and havoc together. We express ourselves boldly and without remorse, regret, or even the subtlest hint of shame. That's clearly a grey area for Jacob Senn and Christopher Corrupt, two cogs in the machine that keep Dynasty moving smoothly but wouldn't even consider straying from that preordained course like a balance wheel on a pocketwatch, a couple of traitors that bend over backwards to their corporate masters and make decisions geared toward their personal benefits as opposed to the high-arching greatness of a company they once proudly represented. The Mercenaries mutually benefit each other and it's why we share such an immensely great respect and fondness with each other; a unique bond possessed by only two people in the whole world, a team that's on an entirely different level of chemistry and like-mindedness than anything Jacob Senn and Christopher Corrupt could possibly fathom. Neither of us are considered under the others wing; instead, we're wrapped around each others and glide together with careless abandon, exploiting every situation we encounter with no regard for the safety of anyone.

You're furious and uncollected enough to wonder why nobody takes you seriously, yet still harboring this mistaken belief you can impart even a modicum of wisdom into Christopher Corrupt. Is there really anything you can teach him, or are you indoctrinating him into the foolish ideals of a false master? Because that's who Christopher Corrupt is bowing to right now. How can a wrestler who hasn't even completed their own career's metamorphosis have a sliver of hope to change the fortunes of another? Your body language is that of a man still changing, still in the midst of his own growth and undergoing the arduous process that results in either stardom or hapless ruin. My partner and I will waltz into Dynasty as she witnesses me penetrate and shatter the armor of a seemingly impregnable fortress, and every action and misdeed The Mercenaries commit will be at the expense of two individuals contemptuous and impudent enough to believe they have a legitimate shot at defeating The Mercenaries and taking the mantle belonging to and reserved for our storied names alone. You can twist the story in a whole 'nother realm from the truth, but I remain unconvinced that you selected Corrupt solely because you needed an "apprentice" and he happened to be the right man for the job. You observed a weak-willed sheep from head to toe, a follower who would readily flock to his leader without complaint, and lo and behold, somehow managed to brainwash him into becoming even more mindless and misguided than he was before you attempted steering him in a different direction. You couldn't control Vance Tybull, you couldn't control Carlos Rosso, and as sure as the sky is blue, there's not a chance in hell you could control Tyler Parker. They're self-made men who make decisions of their own volition without the guidance of other people directing their expeditions. You take a glance at the expressions on their face and immediately notice they have conflict and chaos written all over them. You can cultivate and mold Christopher Corrupt into believing whatever you want him to believe, into sharing your weak spirit because he never knew anything different. It's only natural and expected you'd choose a wrestler like Corrupt instead of someone more prominent and accomplished; Jacob Senn remains in the spotlight all the while coming across like he's doing someone else a favor. Who wouldn't make that decision in your position? Your perceptiveness is one of your better qualities, but violently crushing you into the mat and laying your lifeless body out while you slowly become clueless and unaware of your surroundings isn't a task too fall for a Four-Quadrant Killer like myself. After I'm finished brutalizing and decimating Jacob Senn into a fraction of the person and wrestler he strolled down to the ring as, I'll bottle him up inside a microscopic flask and turn everything he worked and suffered for into a complete unknown, no more recognizable than any snot-faced newcomer patrolling down the halls of EAW Headquarters signing their first contract. I'm just happy our respective partners will be fortunate enough to get a first-hand experience watching me in action as a prelude to an even bigger massacre looming large later this month.

HBG: There's no better feeling for me than the satisfaction of being able to flash my wicked, confident smile in front of these loathsome Dy-hards, especially after coming out victorious against their very own Christopher Corrupt. I stepped into their territory. I proved him wrong when he said he'd make me agonize, once I rolled him up for the win and left him there bashing his fists on the mat, hoping he didn't disappoint his high and mighty hero Jacob Senn like he disappointed at Pain for Pride. And now one question pops in my head that's been bothering me for a couple of days now -- why are you two still even trying? I see Christopher Corrupt making a gigantic effort training roughly in the gym every single day in hopes that every loyal Dynasty fan in attendance that other night would forget his humiliating defeat against the Heart Break Gal. I see Jacob Senn running his mouth endlessly about subjects that he barely understands himself and talking about my quintessential partner in the process. Just when I thought I was done facing a couple of failures from the former House of the Renegades at Pain for Pride 8 who couldn't keep up with the drive and perfection of the Mercenaries, here I am realizing I've set myself up to facing two more.

Thank god I was born ambitious. Thank god I was brought up as a competitive individual. If I wasn't, I wouldn't even be half the Tag Team Champions right now. I wouldn't even think up a name like The Mercenaries to represent how Y2Impact and I operate as a team. I see no reason why we should be deemed "saints" for it, or why you'd even get that idea to begin with... Is it because we presented ourselves as equals, as a true team who don't unnecessarily concern themselves with individual success? Is it because everything we accomplish together in the long run, we consider a team effort? If you paid enough attention to how we've been in the past few months, maybe you'd see the truth behind that name -- that we don't concern ourselves with morality or sheer righteousness and that we'd give everything for the price of collective success and gold, even if it means breaking our way in those opportunities, even at the expense of our opponents. You have witnessed exactly that when I defeated Christopher Corrupt. You raged in anger when you saw that I bent the rules and played the game on my own terms. Was it wrong? Maybe so. But did I bat an eye, or even care the slightest? No. Because I won. Because it was my victory. Because I was out there shining like a new penny, while you were too focused on protecting your pride and honor, to realize that someone's robbed you out of your moment while your back was turned. We have done a thing or two to live up to our status as Tag Team Champions and to our great name, and we only continue to do more... Can anyone say the same thing about you, "Dynastguards"? Can you confidently tell me that you are, as a team, going to carry yourselves to Midsummer Massacre to fight for the Tag Team Championships we hold? Why hasn't anyone stopped you from further humiliating your brand? Why hasn't anyone told you that you can't be out there carrying your company's name and getting your asses kicked by "outsiders" in the process?

Face it, Senn, Dynasty only needs saving from people you and Corrupt as you further tarnish its already rotten reputation. Sure you could have picked Vance Tybull, you could have picked Carlos Rosso, and  you could have picked Tyler Parker to side with you... But from the way you talk and the way you present yourself, who in their right mind would want to team up with you? You can regurgitate all these typical "I saw promise and potential in him" crappy explanations, but from where I'm standing, you only have Corrupt by your side as a last resort. Never mind the fact that he was an old friend, never mind that he's a pile of garbage who hangs on every single word of your sweet talk and dictation of impossible goals, you picked him because you were running out of options and the runt of litter was the best you could get. Whatever your reasons may be, I still wouldn't find it in me to even twitch or shudder at the sound of your wimpy threats. My mind refuses to turn its attention and acknowledge that you're one who would end our reign as Tag Team Champions. I get the message and I get it clearly. You'll continue to make threats, you'll continue to state your intentions on beating us... But at Mid-summer Massacre, we are sure to defend and protect these Tag Team Championships with every thing we've got as fighting Champions, and kick you right back to that rotting shithole you call Dynasty Wrestling.

[Todd, who is still tied to a chair on the ground, starts to move]

Y2Impact: Looks like the interrogation can continue...

HBG: What's this so-called "item" anyway that you've been beating this scum for?

Y2Impact: My little league trophy I won when I was 10. This basic bottom feeding trash took it from me when I was 15. I need it back.

HBG: Six-time World Champion who holds importance to a trophy he had when he was a kid. You really are one of a kind!

Y2Impact: Every accomplishment counts.

HBG: You'll need something better than brass knuckles, I'll go get the chainsaw... Be right back!

[HBG walks out of the scene as Y2Impact waits patiently for her to get back with the chainsaw to torture this motherfucker more. Best Team ever!]

Heh Heh Heh Heh heh, Chris Elite is that all you have to say to me!? Are you just now figuring out that I don't think highly of you runts thinking that you are going to make some type of impact by? Heheheheh to me you three are just three weak forces that has banded together to fend of the predators that have been hunting you down individually. To me you guys are WEAK if you can't handle things on your own then men like you have NO RIGHT to complain for opportunities, you have no claims to bring any sort of change into a world that you have no powers in! Men like you infuriates me the most because you remind me so much of myself when I was a child, when I was too weak, too kind, and too frail to do a DAMN THING! Weakness like that is nothing but a sin to me, a sin that needs to be eradicated from this world, and unfortunately The Iconomy represents what I loathe the most. It doesn't matter to me of how much talent you believe you have in your bodies, either individually or as a unit. It doesn't change who you are in the inside and that's weak and frail little boys. I hope you are proud of yourselves Chris Elite of getting yourself noticed, congratulations on that. But I hope you prepare yourself for the worst because I'm gunning you down! The impact that you have pride yourself in that you believe that you are making will be nothing more than tree falling in the forest without ever making a sound. You may think you will be remembered for the things you've done but in this world no one is going to remember who you are soon enough. But if anything I would commend you on it would be overestimating your abilities in the ring, and I can't fault you for that. But just like everyone else in life they soon realize that compared to me they are nothing, I mean even your entire existence is ludicrous! There is a  reason why people insult you Chris and if you're that dense to not realize why people mock you is because the reasons why the Inconomy was formed to begin with. What kind of motivation you have? Your purpose was flawed to begin with and that's one of the main reasons why people taunt you, why people look down on you and one of the reasons why people think YOU ARE WEAK! It's a truth that you can't evade, try as hard as you like Chris Elite that your whole career personifies weakness, pity, and sorrow. So you use your partners to validate your entire career that has been filled with nothing more than disappointment. So if there is anyone in this world that has more to live up to their word, is you Chris and you alone. But show me how much of a "threat" you really are, show me how the combine might of Chris Elite and Eclipse Diemos are a force to be reckoned with! I want to see with my own EYES MAKE ME A BELIEVER or just fall as a simple martyr who's words, purpose and entity will fade into time and out of people's memory.

Now if you're going to judge me whether I can back up my words or not I guess you've forgotten who you are speaking to. Everything that I have accomplished in my time being here I have won multiple titles by simply doing way more than just "backing up my words." I have exceeded and transcended to a point where when I set my sights on something I simply achieve them no matter what the cost may be. Chris I hope you are following when I say this that I'm not regarded as a "beast" for nothing. It's not some simple gimmick to get me noticed by the world over. If you knew my past and if anyone could comprehend my pain then you would know I was treated like a beast all my life! What you don't understand that you're entering a danger zone and for some reason you haven't fully grasp the situation that you have found yourself in. This whole crusade about getting what you feel what's should be owed to you or being noticed by everyone here comes at a VERY HEFTY PRICE! Feel free to call yourselves elites if you must, if you find solace into that then I won't stop you in doing so. I mean before everyone dies they all want to find some peace that will bring their ultimate demise somewhat a little less painful than it already is. In this case being that before I break you boys in two I hope you can close your eyes and think of a world where you can feel no pain. That you are in a world that appeases all your wishes and desires because reality will become a very cruel thing for both you men. BUT if you have the confidence to think you can do what you did to TLA to Carlos and I then I welcome the challenge. I'm sure whatever pain you try to inflict on me, will be noting more than just a mosquito biting me. But I appreciate the sentiment of you pretending to act tough in the face of two men that's more than capable of defeating you whether or not if it's a handicap match or a tag team match! Compared to what my experience in this world has brought me this pale's in comparison to what I had to endure, the suffering that haunts me every time I decide to close my eyes to rest. I CARRY MORE MEANING, MORE MOTIVATION THAN YOU TWO OR ANYONE CAN EVEN FATHOM! So I'm willing to take the risk of going after you two and I'll keep your empty threats in mind when I expose you two for the weak little boys you truly are. You are entering a big boys game here and I don't see you two or your buddy JJ Silva walking out of Dynasty with the inflated egos and confidence you three walked in with.

☤Within a giant mansion room Tiberius Jones and a trophy wife young lady can be seen laying in a huge bed with lavender sheets up to shoulders covering their naked bodies underneath.  The closet is filled to the brim with expansive dresses, shoes and jewelry, and even the lavender pillows have cute pink hearts on them as Jones looks around the room with amazement.☤

TJ: No matter how I look at it girl, I just don’t believe a real man could live in a place like this. Does he have no say in his own home?

Mellisa: *Giggles* The old man does whatever I say, bae.

TJ: True, true, I can see that. Anyways for people sitting at home watching, as you can see I’m very busy tonight. Now I know you all saw me, and my INJURED tag team partner, defeat Lucian Black and Vance Tybull in the main event of one of the highest rated Dynasty shows, but just to let ya’ll know the EAW board and Sebastian actually decided to null and void the results of that match, as if that’ll erase the memory, so I don’t feel like Vance Tybull and Lucian “The Punch Man” Black deserve much word from me because I already bodied them the last time and I have nothing to say to them at this point until they prove their worthy of my attention. Especially Tybull, he had a National Elite championship shot AND a chance to fight me in our tag match, but both times I showed him up by retaining my champion the first time and defeating him the second time no matter what non read record books don't say. So as I entertain my little lady friend here, I have a very realistic portrayal of the board meetings going on and have gone on steering the ship of the EAW and Dynasty Wrestling rosters into dark waters. Enjoy your time, I know I will mine.

☤ Jones smiles at the woman who turns on the bed and embraces him. The camera turns onto a mock board room as mock board members in suits and ties sit at a large table having a meeting while a man presents to them a series of videos. ☤

Presenter: I’m glad you were all able to meet here today for another very serious get-together over the incidents occurring within the company.

Board member 1: Just get on with it, time is money, and we can all agree we’ve vested too much money in your thought to be care for the wrestlers and happenings in EAW.

Board member 2: You HR department types always try to bring about meaningless practices that interfere with eh flow of business, our performers know what they’ve signed up for when they come to EAW, a little tough times for them is no big deal.

Presenter: I know the board and the HR department haven’t always been able to get along, but even you guys have to realize this is a bit too much.

☤The presenter shows Crimson Mask betraying team DDD leading to Team Crash’s victory in which Crash is now made chairman of EAW. His riot police begin to lay the beat down on Crash’s own team, DDD’s team and EAW roster members leaving the ring, ringside area and crowd area filled with blood. ☤

Presenter: Now I don’t know why we let people wrestle for management positions here, but this Zack Crash kid seems to be a huge problem.

Board member 2: I’m sure everyone’s okay.

☤ Zack Crash: I AM THE DEVIL HIMSELF AND ALL YOU STUPID MINDLESS IDIOTS FELL FOR IT! AND I’M GONNA WATCH EAW BURN TO THE GROUND! ☤

Board member 1: The Zack Crash situation will resolve itself.

Board member 4: I think you took the burn EAW to the ground and being the devil thing out of context, Zack is a nice boy.

Board member 3: Oh and if he says something about making EAW Elite instead of Extreme we should let him do it, he’s obviously been having good intentions for everyone. In fact, we should not do anything to block him for months on end, let alone null and void his right to be chairman despite us being the all-powerful board of directors.

Board member 6: Even if he does become an issue we’ll just make the wrestlers fight, bleed and sweat to stop him and represent us even after months of us letting them be brutalized, they have no choice but to follow what we say or WE’LL PUNISH THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Board member 5: Good day sir, cya you at the next meeting.

☤ The board clears the room as the presenter looks on.☤

Presenter: …..

☤ The presenter is once more in front of the EAW board presenting multiple matches with crazed and brazen interferences, many times being Quality Control storming the ring and attacking performers leading to victories for others and hospital stays for many. The board aren’t even paying attention this time. ☤

Board member 2: Can you believe the government is making people pay FINES for using too much water in the California drought? How are we going to play golf?

Board member 4: This is what happens when the government thinks that middle and lower class deserve to drink water more than we, the heart of this country, deserve green fields to unwind after we carry this country on OUR backs. *Spits* Water is probably going to a bunch of illegal immigrants, damn foreigners.

Presenter: …….But people are getting injured.

☤ In another meeting the presenter shows special quest referees throughout EAW attacking various wrestlers, having slow and quick counts and deciding matches however they want. ☤

Presenter: I’m telling you guys, what’s with special quest referee matches? They always end up ending in questionable circumstances.

☤ Various board members have fallen asleep. The presenter smashes his hand on the desk to wake them up. ☤

Presenter: Guys!!!!

Board member 1: Ah shut up! Why do you think special guest referee matches are even made? Do you HR dummies not know anything?!

Board member 3: I think it is quite apparent that special quest referee matches are meant to be controversial and to promote rivalries.

Board member 2: And what better way to do that then have wrestlers screw each other over? We’re the only sport that allows competitors to be referees of their fellow competitors, it’s our tradition. These things are perfectly normal.

Board member 5: Another good meeting come to a close, good work everyone.

☤ The board begins to get up and prepare to leave while the presenter slaps his own head, however while leaving a clip of Tiberius Jones on Lucian Black for a pin plays as they all stop in their tracks.☤

Board member 1: WHAT IS THAT?!!!!

Board member 3: It’s that bastard Tiberius Jones, he’s the one my daughter has a stupid poster of in her room.

Board member 2: Call Sebastian, now!

☤ A mock Sebastian Monroe is welcomed into the room.☤

Board member 4: God damn it boy, how did you let a cockroach join your roster?

Board member 2: Isn’t that Dynasty’s champion getting pinned by Tiberius? How does that make us look if our champion can get beat?

Presenter: Well technically Tiberius was the only actual person who wields a championship to perform in that match…

Board member 6: You’re fired! And it makes us look like idiots, Sebastian how are you going to drop the hammer on Jones?

Sebastian: Well I already tried everything, I even refused to give him a National Elite Championship match based on this “you’re not ready” smokescreen, but he made me look like an idiot when he tricked me and won the title anyways. Now he’s even ended Tybull’s streak.

All of the board: WHAT????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sebastian: Yeah, Lucian Black was Tybull’s partner.

Board member 1: What did we tell you about Tybull? HOW MANY TIMES DO WE HAVE TO TELL YOU HE IS THE CHOSEN ONE!

Board member 2: Show him the shrine, SHOW HIM THE DAMN SHRINE SO HE GETS IT IN HIS THICK SKULL!

☤ The board removes a covering sheet in the corner to reveal a Vance Tybull gold statue. The entire board drops to their knees, even Sebastian buckles after enough time.☤

Board member 1: Tybull, the unbeatable!

Board member 2: Tybull, the invincible!

Board member 3: Tybull, the unconquerable!

Board member 5: Tybull, the unstoppable!

Board member 6: Tybull, God himself!

Board member 4: Tybull, the man that’ll teach my wife she ought not to scream Tiberius’ name when we’re in the sack!

Board member 1: Nobody cares about Mellisa!

Sebastian: Tybull……………..Ty……….Tybull(Sebastian faints overcome with love.)

Board member 1: WE WILL NEVER ALLOW TYBULL TO BE DEFEATED!

Board member 2: Every record book shall have the loss wiped clean, every man and woman will have their refusal to accept it censored, Tybull’s streak lives!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

All of the board: TYBULL! TYBULL! TYBULL! TYBULL!

Sebastian: But Jones is too dangerous, I will insert myself as special guest referee to level the playing field. Jones may be slick, Jones may be the master thief but this Tybull’s streak will be behind an impenetrable vault of our management power! If Jones beats Tybull, we’ll erase all his victories! If Jones wrestles Tybull, we’ll make sure that the odds are always on Tybull’s side!

☤ The camera returns to the bedroom while Jones has his face submerged in the woman’s tits, she taps his back and warns him. ☤

Mellisa: They’re back.

TJ: (Quickly moving off her and smiling at the camera) And that is the true portrayal of the EAW board.

Mellisa: I don’t know, my husband isn’t as macho as portrayed, he’s even more of a wimp than you think.

TJ: Looks like it’s time for me to go.

Mellisa: *Giggles* You mean us, silly.

TJ: Nah, I mean me. I don’t care what you do, hoe. The only reason I’m here is so that the cameras would tune in to reveal that the only thing that is really null and void, is the board of directors’ power. There is nothing that I cannot take, I don’t need you to come with me, because I’ve already stolen that lil heart of yours.

☤ Tiberius demands the camera to turn off and it does before his departure, as the woman looks on bewildered and insulted. ☤

*The camera shows rain outside a window of a house in the middle of nowhere. As the camera starts to zoom out, A-Will is shown with a steel chair in his hand, standing next to the window, looking at the steel as if he were admiring it's structure. He begins to talk.*

This brings back memories. Dynasty was added to that list on dreadful memories. When I think of those memories, a fire ignites inside of me. It's a constant resurrection of a monster I've tried to keep inside for so many years, but now, I've let it free and I'm relieved, but you three, Cyrus, A-Star, and Phoenix, are in danger and you can only hope that the agony and torture that awaits you won't be so everlasting. However, hope can only get you so far.

*A-Will rubs his index finger across the top of the steel chair while he's still talking.*

When I was a little boy, I always had hope only to have it shattered completely. I hoped for a better life, but I never got it until now, but only after I gave up hope. You see, there are two types of people in this world. There are people like you three that hope and never follow through on your goals. Then, there's people like me and Trent that don't hope for anything. We make it a reality.

That reality we made for you is that we exploited your weaknesses to the world and it didn't take much work. What's even more pathetic is that you think this is all over because of one chair shot, but trust me when I say that this is the beginning of a very long ride. You could have just laid down and lived to fight another day like smart people would, but you did the exact opposite and you didn't even put up a fight. You had to resort to the bottom like bottom feeders. Why didn't you? Did you think you had something to prove? You didn't. The world knows who you truly are. When I'm in Trent's corner, A-Star, you won't have anywhere to hide and Cyrus won't be able to help you. You'll become a star that has burned out and, after you're gone, The Dark Horses are gonna take good care of Cyrus.

Here's a piece of advice: don't turn around because you won't like the view.

*A-Will throws the chair through the window and the glass shatters. Thunder strikes as A-Will screams with his arms spread out.*

Long live The Dark Horses!

*The camera fades out with A-Will breathing heavily while staring at the camera with a mean look on his face.*

(The scene opens up when Ryan Savage is sitting down stirring on what has come to pass on Dynasty. As he sits there and reminisce about the event that took place during the contract signing he ends up closing his eyes for a brief moment which he ends up falling asleep. A few moments later we find Ryan Savage at the age of seven in a very dark and musty room with shackles around his neck, ankles and both writs that is restraining him from any major movements. You can see Ryan Savage gazing at what little sunlight shining through the cracks of the wall. Tears starts flowing out of Ryan Savage's eyes as he silently sobs his heart out. But then suddenly the sounds of a wooden door catches Ryan Savage's attention as he turns his head towards the door opening. Then appears a chubby man with a black suit on and on his face was a menacing grin on his face, Ryan's eyes grew bigger and you can see the terror in his eyes as they begin to fill up with tears.)

Wealthy Chubby Man: Don't look at me like that kid! One day you're going to thank me for doing this to you. I mean it's nothing personal kid but I'm going to make a fortune off of you and I can't have you go crying every time you see me! Think of it as this young man, I'm doing this to toughen you up. Since you don't have any blood relatives or anything, I'm the CLOSEST thing you have to a family! But anyways Ryan, I'm not too happy on how you won your fight in the pits a couple nights ago. I can't have you come off as a huge pushover! Your opponent basically took pity on you so as punishment you're going to go through a little pain for a while. I know you can become a menacing beast one day and it seems you need a little shove in the right direction.

(The wealthy man snaps his fingers as built thug comes in with a few weapons in each hands. Ryan Savage ends up sobbing and pleading to the wealthy man to stop this and promised he'll do better next time. The man then pulls a key out of his pocket and then walks over to unlock Ryan Savage's cell. You can hear the horrific screams that Ryan Savage lets out as the built thug walks into the cell with him. As the chubby man locks the cell door, he begins to laugh as Ryan Savage walks backwards until he hit his back against the wall as the thug walks closer and closer to Ryan. The thug ends up cocking back his arm and wrist that has a blunted object in his hand and begins to swing as hard as he could. Before the weapon made contact with Ryan Savage's skull, Ryan immediately wakes up from his sleep breathing heavily and covered in sweat. Ryan Savage then looks around his surroundings seeing where he was at and realizes it was nothing more than a nightmare. When Ryan Savage wipes the sweat off of his face and his pace of breathing is back to normal. He begins to grin and starts laughing for a moment thinking back on what has transpired on between him and Crash.)

Ryan Savage: It still haunts me to this day reliving the nightmare of my past. I would love nothing more to release the shackles of what I once were. But unfortunately I can't but I guess it's a blessing disguise because that alone remains to motivate and that the eternal hatred I have hasn't died yet. Heh Heh Heh and here I thought that my only purpose or shall I say thrill I had left was making sure that the tag titles were in The Savage Ryans' hands. But it seems the blessings just keep on coming because now since my partner is MIA for a while, I have found something that'll keep me preoccupied for a while on Dynasty. During the past few weeks of my appearances I will admit I used the excuse of using DEDEDE's name knowing what kind of people that'll attract and boy have I attracted a few people that I have taken down! One after the other each neck that I have snapped still isn't enough to satisfy me. I actually need some competition that I have been craving for and whether it's some nobodies that no one truly cares for but will soon remember or if it's Crash himself. I will do what I have always done in my life and that's fight regardless of what the consequences may be. I will satisfy my lust for power as I climb the mountain to the top, I will satisfy my lust for pain and punishment that I will inflict on my opponents. I will leave a trail of artwork with the blood, the bodies and the despair of my enemies and then and only then will I ever feel fulfilled in life!

(Ryan Savage takes a brief pause looking up in the air and then a grin once again appears on his face and that he is reminded on what's coming up next week on Dynasty and then stares directly towards the camera...)

Ryan Savage: If memory serves me correctly I'm teaming up with Carlos Rosso to go up against Chris Elite and Eclipse Diemos. As amusing as it is not having DEDEDE as my partner it sure enters in a new dynamic into the fold. You just don't know how it irks me time and again when people loves to play with the fact that DEDEDE and I wouldn't be able to coexist beside one another. That we would fall apart soon enough, it'll be either his past of him manipulating his partners or me being sick and tired of being in his shadow. Now even though Carlos and I aren't even close and even though I have no obligation to be by his side to win this match against a new surging power known as the Inconmy. Now what I to bring to the table Chris Elite that it doesn't matter who I am teamed up with, whether it be friend or foe or someone who I don't necessarily care for WE WILL get the job done. Now normally I wouldn't think anything more of you and your little partner but you see what I'm aiming to make into reality requires the depths of punishment being inflicted on the two of you. You've asked me what would I gain for beating both you and Diemos? I'll tell you this that you two are going to be apart of something greater. To yourselves you may think that your meaning is nothing more than a life of fly that only has a twenty four hour life span. But to me you're far more than that, like I have said you're going to be apart  of a canvas that'll send a message to a certain someone that doesn't approve my presence here. He doesn't realize or appreciate of what I'm doing and that's simply eradicating the trash that has try to compete with EAW. But whether or not he understands why I'm competing here on Dynasty isn't any of his business quite frankly. But in any case Chris, I've heard why you and Eclipse and your little leader decided to band together to form a super power that you three could benefit from. It must have been sad being nothing more than an after thought and finally you're getting what you three men thought you've deserve ever since you have gotten here. But you're fixing to realize that you got to be careful what you wish for because that person may hear you and you'll end up getting it. But then you'll realize what you've been wanting the most will end up costing your own livelihood. You little runts will get a taste of what's been happening when someone goes up against me in a fight. You won't end up liking the results of this match because it won't go the way you've been planning inside your heads a million times over. Eclipse, Chris, your motives doesn't concern me in the slightest and what you want to do to get ahead in life in this company. Eclipse's deranged path that he has decided to take doesn't interest me, he can tell me his life story if he wants. He can tell me the trials and tribulations that he has been through that made him the way he is today. When it comes down to it my pain and my misery is on a different plateau of understanding. I have seen what hell is and that is what has formed me into the man you see today and if you look back at my struggles and who I was you could see I have tried to lie to myself and be someone who I am not. Now you see me as a man who is embracing who he is and the past that comes with it. Which is why I feel motivated to bring your entire purpose in life into nothing more than false hope that'll send you to obscurity! Just like your partner, you two will both realize that no matter how hard you push back, there is always a force that will ground you. You can fight all you want, I'm not telling you boys to go home and pack your bags and live to fight another day. Just don't expect you'll be walking out the same way you came into this fight because I'm going to make sure that you two will regret ever trying to make a name for yourself at the expense of Carlos and I.

[8/1/15: Y2Impact and the Heart Break Gal are leisurely relaxing on a beach nearby the location of Showdown some hours before the event. They're smiling and their mouths are moving, but their voices can't be heard in the distance. Y2Impact's personal assistant/designated driver delivers a message informing him of Jacob Senn's words after the events of Dynasty, recording his words as a message to Senn]

Heart Break Gal: Ouch.

Y2Impact: My partner and I hate to be bothered frying the smaller fish while we have more important matters to worry about on Showdown, but that level of disrespect will never be tolerated... To insinuate that I can't change while I'm right here with the very embodiment of everything that represents what's made me different this go-around... It's intolerable.

Heart Break Gal: He's apparently frustrated I pinned his "apprentice" on Dynasty! I guess I'd be upset too if a member of another company marched down the halls and ended up coming out victorious like it was just another match.

Y2Impact: Of course, I'm less understanding than my lovely partner. I can understand everything he's saying clearly, but I don't care to empathize with Jacob Senn. I can only be bothered to annihilate him...

[Y2Impact's surroundings listen to him intently as he's now acquired an audience]

Jacob Senn has done his best to reiterate that I don't evolve, that I remain stagnant even as my scenery changes and transforms into something else entirely. I'm certain he intended for his imitation to come across as a mockery, a blatant show of disrespect toward my capabilities, but that soft-spoken inflection in his voice screams fear. It reverberates avalanche-inducing respect. Jacob Senn believes he's in possession of a completely accurate scouting report that gives him a massive advantage against me, but his ignorant presumptions couldn't be any further from the case. I took every ounce of frustration and angst that plagued me in my injury-riddled last tenure in this company and repurposed it into an undeniable strength that spawned a history-making championship victory at Pain for Pride that those in attendance will one day be able to share with their grandkids, and their grandkids passing the tale on with children of their own. In a society that oppresses women because their strength is naturally inferior to men, I reached out and extended my hand to the Heart Break Gal and she repaid my confidences by exceeding my wildest expectations and not only holding her own against several other men, but securing the winning pinfall against arguably my most storied foe, Mr. DEDEDE. Contrary to the meaningless drivel asserted by Jacob Senn, neither my partner nor I believe that teams are partial. We mesh and synchronize perfectly because we don't care about who secures a pinfall as long as our hands are mutually raised in victory, we don't adhere to the all-too familiar greed and selfishness which has spelled the end of so many dominant tandems before, and we'd never consider pushing one another down solely for the sake of getting up ourselves. I'd even venture to say the Heart Break Gal is the most important reason for my surge back to prominence, the vehicle that maximizes my capabilities and in-ring awareness by steering me in the right direction, an individual who is as responsible for that reignited fire Jacob Senn spoke of as much as I am myself. Jacob Senn mentioned on several occasions how egotistical I am, that I've remained stagnant and will soon be submerged and drown under the rapid current of EAW's hasty new blood because of my inability to adapt and evolve, essentially alleging that I'm oblivious to my surroundings while daring to mention himself in the same breath as me in the process. Is it really Y2Impact who's proven consistently unable to evolve and adapt, or has that hazy fog called willful ignorance begun infecting the so-called "Fabled Conqueror"? Because he's apparently incapable of bearing witness to the transformation of the beast standing right before him. Senn perceives his surroundings all on the basis that they fit his narrative, and if they're chain-breakers who spearhead difficulties and walk on a different path than the aisle his backwards mind has resigned them to, all realism leaves him and those delusions he becomes consumed by start governing his every decision... And that's why he's wrong.

Maybe your partnership with Christopher Corrupt is one-sided because you're considered the leader and he's just a lowly follower tantamount to a peasant boy, but Heart Break Gal and I are both royalty. We may not bestow self-given nicknames we've done nothing to deserve on ourselves like "The Fabled Conqueror," but it's because I'm an enlightened equal opportunist who believes women can be just as valuable as men that our team functions so effectively. The Heart Break Gal's creativity and my willingness are the most critical reasons that we've done so well together, that we've defeated all our enemies and ascended far beyond the expectations anyone could have possibly placed on us. Our victory at Pain for Pride represented only our second ever tag team match together in this company, but we're so well-coordinated that even the other teams with greater experience and collective strength were no match for our flawless harmony. There are no differences in how I was back then compared to how I am at this very moment? You'd have to barely pay any attention whatsoever to honestly believe that. It's because I'm such a fearsome dynamic that I've dominated and reveled in glory despite the era. I've always been quick-footed enough to keep up with younger wrestlers and I have no qualms about facing anyone regardless of class, status, or background. Whether I'm slapping the taste out of your mouth or becoming the only man to block the spear in mid-motion throughout the annals of EAW's history, I show up and I arrive to the arena fully prepared to give you the fight of a lifetime and wholly intent on winning. I don't have to recite and enumerate every accomplishment I've ever achieved to proclaim myself a superior wrestler, because the only thing that matters right now in the present is my championship reign with the partner I value and hold in higher esteem than any other human being. There's a time and a place for everything, Jacob, but I'm not stuck in the past. Your research and account of history was all for naught, I'm afraid! It doesn't matter in the slightest to me. My only concern is what's happening right now, and while I have absolutely nothing to prove to Jacob Senn, I'll delight in bearing witness to the flustered, perplexed version of yourself I'm going to mold into being on Dynasty when I'm viciously stomping your head into the ground with not an inkling of remorse for my actions. That's the fire you want to see and it's exactly what I'll be summoning, but what seems like a fortunate opportunity for a self-proclaimed conqueror whose star is still budding will be remembered by you in the future with nothing but resentment and bitterness to show for it. I'm going to turn Dynasty into one of your personal tragedies, those moments of misfortune that allow you to start spreading fictitious stories so you can claim you merely experienced a "minor setback for a greater comeback." You pride yourself on being a conqueror, on relentlessly victimizing your opponents until not a trace of fight is life within them; but rest assured I'll be the one usurping this particular throne on Dynasty. Jacob Senn's moment in the sun has come and gone, and that hour glass will continue steadily sinking until the bottom drops on Dynasty on my accord.

[Y2Impact picks up a handful of sand from the beach and slowly unclenches it as the sand falls to the ground while Impact stares at the camera]

Heart Break Gal: So it's all about new beginnings?

Y2Impact: Don't get me wrong, new beginnings are important... But Jacob Senn will fall as his partner did, tasting that familiar defeat.

Heart Break Gal: On our terms.

Y2Impact: On our terms.

[Y2Impact and the Heart Break Gal are escorted back to their limo as Impact's personal assistant cuts the scene, the audience leaving after giving a somewhat restrained round of applause]

 
 
 
 
 

So everyone wants to why i'm here so just to let everyone know I'm here to become One of the greatest and I won't let anyone stop me because my show everyone that I have EAW Champion and continue to be the champion I may lose the belt but I will get a new one and everyone and that I will be in I am here because wrestling. Wrestling is all I've wanted to do although i I stopped to pursue my life and in football that opportunity i got back to my life's dream and I finally get my chance to show that im here to do what i live for there are alot of things that i could do but I'm here in EAW i dont take orders from anyone i do thngs my way if its not the way i like to do things so with that being said I want to make this known that if anyone gets in my way of becoming one of the greatest wrestlers in EAW then HA HA HA HA ................. then lets just say that someone will have a few days off because theres a Ace of Spades and Calling the Ace with there name on them. I was watch a podcast the other day and it was some static but i heard everything and i liked the guy on there has his own group and i like the fact they cause distraction to get there way HA HA HA its funny because there's nothing nobody can do about it. But i want to set up a meeting with the leader to get advice on what i need to do but with that being said................ You know where to find me if you accept my request for a meeting. But back to my ambitions i told you all what i was here to do and what im willing to do to get my championship belt all i have to say is if you get in my way.............never mind DONT get in my way

fuck dynasty and fuck you if you like dynasty. dachslemania is leaving dynasty. i'm taking my talents elsewhere. fok you dynasty. monroe can suck my fat dense chode.

TLA, it's very clear that me and you will NEVER see eye to eye; that is fine. I have never been looking for your acceptance, that's not what I am about. Over the course of just this week I have realized something.. you're stuck in the past. I hear a lot about our past coming out of your mouth and try and use it as a relevant source of information.. It's not. Everything in my past is exactly that, the past. I have personally broke the preverbal barrier that was shielded above me. I evolved from that kid then to the Mr. 200% that has the New Breed Championship today. I will not stand down to a man like you who doesn't even know what it's like to truly overcome adversities. You're a nobody to me, I have the potential to become one of the greats. Now while you come at me with the same lame ass dried up material you call jokes I will be passing you by with ease.

TLA you can make all the jokes you want you can day what you want. However what's there to say when I beat you?  What's the joke then?  Who's the joke then.  TLA it's you from the start of this whole thing all the way to Friday you've been the joke.  Name one time since this started where you looked stronger than me?  I put you through a table and took two of the most important thing to you.  You're pride and you're championship.  On Friday it will be a repeat I will rid you of whatever pride you have left and once and for all officially be champ.  So again j ask what jokes will you have then?  It will be miracle I beat you it will be based off pure talent.  So go ahead continue with these little sketches you have going on. Go ahead have who you want play me. Thing is you are stepping in the ring with Mr 200 percent Chris Elite not Suicide Kid.  After this no more small talk from you no more jokes or talking out of your ads.  On Friday you either put up or simply shut the fuck up.  Friday I will rid Dynasty of the second most annoying "Wrestler" on the roster.  On Friday I'm going to show you just how personal this is.  No more talking no more acting on Dynasty we'll truly see who's done and who just started...

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Not Sweating @Jaden Zaxaria one bit #Dynasty #Friday #JustWin


Later That Day...




We open on the swimming pool of the Royal Palms Hotel and Spa, an up-tempo Jazz tune (which must have come from the Best of elevator Muzac vol. 3) plays in the background.  it's a very busy day out by the pool as almost all the hotel's patrons decide a swim is the best way to beat the intense, dry, Arizona heat.  The camera pans across the lounge chair area where several beautiful women are laying down, having deciding to catch a tan instead.  The Camera continues to pan over to a buxom blonde in a one piece bikini (Which perfectly shows off her best curves) using the side ladder to exit the pool.  After a quick dry off, the camera follows her until she walk past an umbrella shaded table.  The Muzack is replaced with the opening bass line to Iggy Azalea's "Fancy".  Sitting down at the table is Mark Michaels (Dressed not too differently from the picture at the top) sipping a frozen cocktail (Complete with mini umbrella), the beautiful blonde doesn't happen to notice Michaels checking out her ass as she walks by.

Michaels: "Ahhh.... this is just the thing to help a man relax after a long day of  publicity photos, and press interviews.  Yep nothing beats this, just like Jaden Can't beat me.  You know something Jayzer Word is getting around that your not too happy with me.  I mean I understand, after all the only fan you had in the entire world, would rather come get my autograph.  But still that's no reason to bee gulping down the Hater-Aid the way you have.  I mean you talk about the small group of left overs after I spent all day signing autographs, and posing for selfies with people who aren't being considered the missing link.  I mean considering that we're, oh excuse me I meant I... I'm the one out here getting everybody pumped up about Dynasty this Friday.  Considering that I am in the same hell hole of a sate that produced a moron like Vance Tybull, elected John McCain to the senate, and is currently the home of the Cardinals, The Diamond backs, and the Suns, I'm surprised more idiots didn't have to be tossed out on their asses. 

And let's get something clear right now, I didn't want to become the Step-Father to some snot nose, pip squeak brat, but I was making his mother call me daddy all night long if you catch my drift.  Oh yeah see that the real difference between guys like you, and me.  You dress like a DJ, but you're nothing more than the Valet driver's errand boy, While I step right in to the VIP.  You look to find a great party, I am the party.  That's because I am the Marque attraction, I am the must see event of the week, and just like you said I am a leader, because everyone wants to follow me, Whether it's on social media, or it's in the locker room.  They want to follow me because I am the absolute picture of perfection, you on the other hand need to whore out a few front row seats just so that you can think someone will give a damn about you during our match.  Those seats could have helped build Dynasty up a little more.  My followers are willing to pay top dollar when they know I'm on the card.  Instead you gave them away to some ungrateful, nobody and his loser friends. 

Does your petty jealousy know no bounds Jaden?  Are you really that desperate to try and get under my skin before our match, that you'll tear down the entire brand?  You know the same one that didn't need you last week, and sure as hell doesn't need you now.  I guess it must be if you would stoop so low.  You call yourself a man of the people, but yet you try to rob them of what they want to see, ME.  You want to say that I'm nothing but a joke?  Well he who laughs last laughs best bitch.  You say That I' m gonna go out and fall flat on my ass?  I don't think so, Because last week I single handedly dealt with both Trent Yoder and his Gilligan like side kick A-will.  Do you know what the definition of insanity is Jaden?  It's ding the same thing repeatedly, and expecting a different result.  Last week I said I would beat Trent Yoder, and I did.  This week I'm saying I'm going to beat you Jaden, and after I'm done you'll have to crawl back to your "Life Partner" and drown your tears in a bowl of lucky charms, you Irish son of a bitch.

Whether you like it or not, it's no bullshit when I tell you that this match is already Hashtag in the bag.  So if I was you, I'd see if any of Ryan's buddies would be willing to give me his seat, just so that I wouldn't have to be beaten as, as well as embarrassed. Bring your best Jaden, it won't matter if you do, but at least you can say you fought like a man.  This Friday, I expose you for the poser you are, and I show you exactly the type of man I am, so Jaden Picture THAT!"

A waiter comes by and picks Michaels drink up off the table, and leaves a check in its place. Michaels signs the bill to his room.

Michaels: "Finally, the service here is god awful.  Oh and no tip, maybe next time you'll stop dicking around in the back with the rest of the help."

With that Michaels rises out of his seat and out of the shot

FADE TO BLACK

*GI is sitting alone once again, a glass of wine in one hand, and his face in the other. Dr. Eddie Hawke is once again nowhere to be found*


Oh, Montell. It makes me so happy that I get to address one of your rambling, incoherent messes of a speech again.
 
Wait no. Not happy. The other one. Bored and irritated.
 
I have to ask you Montell, though…OK, you tell everyone that I didn’t get into your head. Fine. Let’s go with that for now. But why did you choose this week to “Flip the Switch”, and plan for my literal murder? Of all the weeks you could have turned everything around, you chose the week after I had cost you a match, which of course is leading up to our eventual bout. I’ve got to tell you Smooth…It looks a bit suspicious. You come in here banging your chest, telling everyone that they will see a man die live on TV…But the man you are going to kill had nothing to do with your change in attitude? What? Was losing to Donny Diamond such an eye-opening experience that you feel that you had to create a new ethos for yourself? Well trust me…As someone who has tried that before, it doesn’t work. I’m sure you should have been able to tell that over your inability to form a sentence without drooling through your teeth, but drastic changes only leave you with a mangled identity and such a warped set of ideals…Well, let’s just say if they don’t set quickly, it really does affect your performance. I mean, just look at me. I went silent for a year and, while it was a very weak and unconvincing victory on your part, you actually managed to pull out a win. Just based on that, trust me Montell…Change doesn’t work.
 
Still, I’m still very much intrigued about that murder jab. I mean, I’ll give you credit. I remember Tyler’s weak threats about beating me senseless and dismembering me and all sorts of dumb bullshit which he never carried out, but even his meandering nonsense which everyone loves so well stopped short at murder. Granted, you are nowhere near the suck-up sycophant our current World Champion can be when fans are involved, and I respect that for a bit. You are a man with your own set of ideals. A man who stands for what he believes in, and a man who will fight for them no matter what.
 
So why did you join in on this whole Dynasty revolution thing? I mean, you talked about your pride in EAW, and while the real killer of CWF was ACW, here you are on what is basically a spin-off of EAW. EAW is Happy Days, and Dynasty is Joanie Loves Chachi. Why did you of all people agree to this? I get that Crash is an arsehole, but were you so dependent on the words of Tyler and George that you followed them around like a good little puppy, to support them on their very poorly thought out crusade? I mean, not to say I fared much better, because I stupidly left my full power of attorney in the hands of someone who obviously didn’t know Tyler is as full of as much bullshit as a street in Pamplona, but still. For someone who is supposed to be his own man…You folded like a pack of cards just like the other idiots on this roster. Unfortunately, I had to be caught up in it, but this is my final point.
 
You changed, Montell, while I changed back. You talk about my hot streak in CWF…And while I’m sure you mean LEGION, but let me remind you of something Smooth. My rise to the absolute top of the wrestling world was a lot more recent than that time when you were one of the couple of guys EAW to draw focus from CWF’s Gary V. You’ve never been a true Ace of any company, let alone of the entire wrestling world, where I have experienced both. So you can rant about all the things you are going to do to men, Montell, but I’ll give you the cold hard truth…None of it matters, because only I am going to get my hands on the flunky of my good friend and countryman Jaywalker since at the end of the day…
 
I am just better than you.
 

Also sorry to hear about your period, Montell. Try not to spell any blood onto me in our match, OK?

(Chris Elite is shown backstage. He just finished listening to TLA speak yet again.  He begins to laugh) 

Ah man,  TLA see man it's not about thinking it's about knowing. It's about knowing I am as good as I say am it's about knowing I am better than everyone.  I can't go in the ring thinking any less of myself because if I do it's doing nothing but hurting me.  TLA there is never a doubt in my mind no matter the opponent . I know I can beat them.  I know what I am capable of and I'm capable of alot more than you.   TLA I'm not worried about rolling with you nor am I worried about your respect.  Fact of the matter is before everything went down you did respect me.  Hell you probably still do your just putting up a front for these fans. Deep down you know you respect me you just can't let your guard down because you know what I can do.   

TLA you should also know I don't give a damn what anyone thinks of me either.  That's why I don't let those petty jokes get to me.  TLA I am no coward of anything you are the coward for needing a bat to takeout one man. I mean of I'm so small then why bring a bat?  Why not use your hands?  It's because you are the coward. Did I use any weapons to take you out?  No I didn't!  I used my feet to stomp you right through that title.   Now who's the mad one? TLA it's obviously you. It's you who's mad TLA, you make up all these threats you no you can't live up to.  You know you can't kick my ass or leaving me in the ring crying.  TLA you are talking out of your ass now man. It's like you can't find anything to say anymore.  Whether it's the corny insults or the lame threats. I know your nervous I know your scared. I can tell in your voice man. 


You're right though.  You can do anything you want.  Well try to do anything you want.  TLA I'm not your ordinary opponent I'm not any of these other idiots like A-Will or Cyrus Cage or anyone else Who might of challenged you for the title.  I am much smarter,  stronger,  faster and well more handsome then anyone else.  So you are not going to kick my ass And you will not defeat me. 

Dynastys to good for me? At this moment I am Dynasty.  I am the most entertaining part of Dynasty. You think Dynasty sells out because of you ot Carlos? Think again it's because of me. When I hop in the ring or grab the mic people watching at home make sure they pay close attention.  Kids have to shut up and wives have to hurry up with dinner.  I am the most entertaining person on the planet.  That's why I'm allowed to be with James Shield and be on Dynasty.  I'm just that good. 

You can call yourself what you want.  I mean might as well continue to talk out of your ass right? And about James Shields car he's got plenty more where that came from.  By the way TLA you can bring the bat Friday it still won't help you out. TLA I'm sure a couple of the girls working for your company would love me in there movies.  I'm pretty sure they were the ones at the strip club throwing money at me. Then you know took me the back so yeah TLA I was one happy kid.  While your the nervous kid choking on his words talking to a girl. You don't know what to say to me TLA just like in highschool you didn't know what to say to your crush.  People who scare you or intimidate you are the ones that make you most nervous.  They make you say all these corny things hoping you get some type of reaction.  However like when talking to the girl of your dreams you look and sound dumb.  So I can give a rat's ass if you care about my opinion or not.  The only thing that should matter when I kick you dead in your jaw and pin you 1 2 3. That's what should matter and that's what you should focus on. 

TLA you don't gotta defend me hell you never did.  I was always able to defend myself.  Don't let me having JJ And Eclipse on my side fool you.  I can handle myself and stick up for myself just watch on Friday when I defeat you.  Trust me TLA when I defeat you it won't be no miracle it's simple because I'm better than you and always have been.  So nah TLA I ain't mad and nor am I done. To be honest when I defeat you and I'm officially the New Breed champion I'll just be getting started.  So if anyone is going to be mad if anyone is going to be done it's you...

(Camera fades)