First thing I want to say is that thank god MX-13 didn't move on to the next round. The only thing you'd hear from me is what MX-13 stood for, and my best content would have been something like 'Maximum Xenophobia for 13 Year Olds'.

Now, back to the business at hand.

(Cameras open as The Heart Break Boy is shown reading the "Holy Bible" with his glasses on while a recording of Mexican Samurai's recent promo is played in the background. HBB eyes stay glued onto the book until he quickly turns his attention into the camera once the recording ends.)

You really want to know what I heard while listening to Mexican Samurai's words?

Absolutely nothing.

Yeah I was indeed listening but I wasn't hearing anything. The only thing that I really know is that Mexican Samurai might have taken too many sips out of Dark Demon's cup. I don't really recall anything he's saying to actually be awe-inspiring to reveal about me. I have nothing to hide about my falls, struggles or anything. In fact, these recent months have only been expressing how terrible a sinner that I am and will always be. I can't really dispute your own beliefs, because you can't really teach anyone who doesn't want to hear. And especially if someone adds themselves under an "atheist" label. It's like singing a song to a person that's deaf. There's no point in arguing or to debate. My whole purpose is to give God glory for returning to EAW and being able to get back inside that ring. A lot of people don't seem to get that and you're added onto that list. Regardless of what you believe or say about me, I'm still going to believe in God. So your point of view about my religion is something that you may have to take up personally for yourself.

Besides that, aren't you the "man" whom was whistling backstage about my match against Lioncross at Redemption? I'm sure you didn't take anything personal or the wrong way but I'm not going to lie with you brother but when I saw that, I was like, "Who is this guy?" I don't mean it in anyway but that should show you a little something about yourself before you go around trying to make a fool out of yourself. Afterwards, though, I then heard a few good things about you. You're like a shadow of Thomas Minns, only much wiser. I know you might take this as an insult but maybe you two should recheck your birth certificates to make sure you weren't born on the same day because you sound just alike. In this business, I'm not just going to give God the glory. I'm also going to come harder inside that ring and prove to people that I'm still one of the best that ever entered this stage. Everything that I asked for is to encourage and make sure that I'm going out victorious or even not, I'm still going to give the people a show. Continuously, I haven't been on the very good stand as of recent months but when I'm here and I'm active, I don't care who you are or what you have to say. I'm going to keep coming until I say "stop."

And now.... To Dark Demon. Boy, oh, Boy.

I'm astounded at the fact that someone could label another as"scared of them." Now for me, as a guy who always took a stand. I'm also a guy who always presents boldness and encourages it to younger guys in this business. I'm afraid and scared of no one except the Creator. Yeah, Dark Demon, you beat me twice. You won and beat the Heart Break Boy! And not just beat, but physically took out the Heart Break Boy. And now its the time to tell the whole entire world that I have taken out HBB! It's the time to tell the world that I'm now the "Greatest of All Time."

Nah, who really cares?

You can beat anybody in this business. Heck, you can save the presidents life. You can even become the richest person in this entire world and yell that out. Who are you trying to please? No one cares or views, Dark Demon as the greatest of all time and if they have, that's something that they may need to be strapped on a chair and rewatch the history of EAW. And it's not to say that I'm better. I never really cared to be better than anyone. I have tried to tell myself that but that wasn't me. But I will say that I am still one of the best in this business and I'm still going to show up when I am here. In fact, "being scared' probably also contributes to when I asked EAW officials for a rematch when I did come back. However, it was pleasantly declined because of "disinterest." Maybe Demon views the Heart Break Boy as a mere shell of himself, which is acceptable. I'm hearing each day about HBB being a shell of his former shell. I hear everything pretty much said or gossiped about me. But that doesn't change my attitude, my sounded mindset or what I'm going to keep doing regardless of what it takes. Dark Demon isn't and wasn't an issue for me. If people want to believe that Dark Demon was then they must believe anything on the internet. Other than that, since I'm here now, I have no choice but to show up and not only show up but show out.

At Pain for Pride, you did use a weapon to defeat me. I have no complaints with that coming from a guy that came from that background. I don't even recall ever complaining about weapons but maybe I wanted show you some of your own medicine. And that's exactly what I will do on Showdown. I don't care if you also want to take shots at my partner because either way he probably wouldn't mind giving you lessons on how to beat Mexican Samurai. The Pizza Boy is still here, just like I am still here, which means nothing on who destroyed what or who. All that matters is who will be destroyed on this present day coming. I'm expecting to come out with my hands held high. I'm expecting to go all out and prove to the world that the Prodigal Son is still fit for heavy competition. And nothing will change that perspective with no matter where disaster takes me to next. But it will fun to climb back up and while doing it, kicking a demon that keeps trying to stuck the life out of your mind like a mosquito.

I keep on hearing you two disputing over who is the best of your team and all that. It won't even matter. Because why would it matter when you're about to be specially homemade delivered by two "boys" that will always take a stand. Maybe it didn't last time but surely, it's going to feel real good to do it this time.

(The cameras fade away as HBB's annoyed face turns back into his Bible.)

How is it that the same man who lives like a king can will himself every day into working like a slave? 

How does it even make sense?

Even after all the years of lavish living and success beyond my wildest dreams, I'm able to roll out of bed and go face first in the mud, chest first to the dirt, forcing myself to achieve levels upon levels greater than before. Even through all of the praise and widespread acclaim I've received over the last ten years, still I stand before the mirror each morning not as some self absolved cheerleader, but my own biggest critic. I look in the mirror each and every day and the figurative unimpressed drill sergeant stares back at me with folded arms and an angry mug, and that sergeant inside forces me to out-perform myself. Despite it all, here I am, still hungry, still famished -- and these hunger pains bellow from within so deep, that I'm starting to think that maybe it's not just a hunger. Maybe it's a fire. Maybe it's just the fire inside that so many of my peers in this business have allowed to dwindle to nothing more than embers, and then die. Maybe that's the fire that dies inside so many people who dream for greatness before they even make it to the big stage! But here I am cursed, yet blessed with the fact that I can't even enjoy my success. My success has become a mere accessory. Oh don't get me wrong, when it comes to throwing it in your face I can quick-draw my accomplishments and throw them down on the table next to yours on a dime! I can sing my own praises like no other when I want to! But the difference between men like HRDO and myself is that I still have that hunger, that fire to work like a slave while living like a king. 

But what's in a king?

Five years ago HRDO told the world that most kings get their heads cut off. And he proceeded to say that his World Heavyweight Championship was much like the sword yet to be pulled from stone, and that he would set his sword down from good. What did he do next? The same night he went out there in the main event and delivered, defeating CM Banks and I in a triple threat match for the ages, and he had perhaps one of the greatest exits a man could ever have in this business. He left on top. Five years ago. Five years ago... and here I am, still here, five years later, fighting to pull my sword out of stone as if I haven't done it countless times before. As if I haven't had a career that eclipses HRDO's or just about anybody's... what is it about me, then, that keeps me still around? What separates myself from HRDO? Do you think that maybe he found the same salvation I'm looking for much earlier? No... I don't think so. I know what separates myself from him. It's quite simple, laughably easy to digest in fact. Want to know what it is about me? I'm an addict. A filthy, disgusting addict. I'm an addict of the worst kind, in fact, because I'm a functioning addict. I'm addicted to several different facets all at once... and it is a malignant, destructive addiction that has laid waste to so many areas in my life, and I know one day it's going to swallow me whole. I've got so much negative karma, but it's all worth it for that thrill and the rush that I get. I'm addicted to this sport. It's obsessive compulsive, it's pathological, I do it because it's all I know. I've been involved in sports my entire life, but this business was everything I worked to from the day I turned 16 all the way to now. Every weakness I had, I would work to it becoming a strength. I spent my days in the gym: sparring, weights, cardio, everything, practicing moves, everything, and most days I was younger than everyone else. That's right, a time where I'm actually the youngest in the room believe it or not, and as a teenager I'd train with people older than me, faster than me, stronger than me, better than me; some days I would go until I passed out. Just pass out. Just arduous slave labor that I subject myself to over and over and over and over again, until I didn't need to anymore, until I wanted to because I enjoyed it, up until now. Some of you people think this is just a fucking game to me that I can stop playing any time I want. Some of you people think I can set the sword down any time I'd like and sit back and count my millions on my spare fucking time. It doesn't work like that. That's not how I got here. That's not how I'll leave. 

I'm addicted to being a wrestler. Despite the constant struggle of it all, I came from hating it, to loving it; from wanting it, to needing it. One facet of this sport that I'm addicted to is the gamble... which is perhaps the most dangerous part of my addiction. You know how gamblers are... they'll put up their house, their car, the food on their family's plate, the shirt on their back for the next roll of the dice. Sad to say, but I'm the same exact way. But sad as it is, don't feel sorry for me, because this is the way I wanted it. Anyone in my field knows we all gamble our lives every time we step in the ring, and nobody's taken more dangerous rolls of the dice than I have. I've put everything at stake, and gambling my physical well-being is nothing compared to what I'll really put on the line when the time comes. I'll put my soul up for grabs if it meant another shot at glory. HRDO thinks I should move much more rationally than that, he seems to believe it isn't worth desecrating my legacy and you know what maybe he's right. I bet it'll sound surprising to you when I say this but between the demonic spawn of flames HRDO and myself, I happen to be far less rational than he is. As cunning and methodical as I'm known for being, I'll jump at the chance of putting life and limb on the line for this if that's what it takes. But am I wrong for doing it? Look at everything I've accomplished in the past already! I've hit jackpot time after time, even when the odds were against my favor! And until I have nothing left to give I'll continue to put everything I have up for grabs until I CAN'T! As long as the fire is alive and the hunger bellows from deep inside, I'll continue to put everything at risk! 

Now what might be the most alarming part thing about an addict... is that when something comes in between a man and his addiction, the first objective on his mind is to get rid of it. It can be as easy isolating ones self, and it can be a bit more... heinous than that... sometimes you need to use excessive force to rid those standing in the way of your prize, and with my addiction I'm afraid it's the latter. Deep inside I wish it weren't so macabre... deeper inside I so cherish the fact that it is. Now that I know that HRDO's placed me under "probation", meaning my opponents from here on out are the ones in the way of my love and I. So basically it's the same as always... the pressure's on me to make sure I come out on top, no matter the cost. My ability to "keep up" with the standard I've set has been called into question, I already have a strike on my record, the window is closing on me and I can hear the bells tolling in the distance. THOSE BELLS DO NOT TOLL FOR ME. I WON'T ALLOW IT! I WON'T ALLOW MYSELF TO BE MADE A CASUALTY OF AGE AND DEGRADATION! Though others may feel as though they are bearing witness to my deterioration, I just don't see it like that... people want to make me out to be a Wizards Jordan, or a post-war Ali, but I refuse to bear that stigma. I've been here before, I swear by it. I've overcome this before. It's not a matter of waning ability, because I'm the best I've ever been! You don't have to believe me, I don't give a damn if you do, because I know what I'm capable of and I know I'm better now than I've ever been before! I SWEAR IT!!! But I won't deny that right now I'm in a state of desperation... and while some people would consider it a weakness, I on the other hand see it as a strength. A snake is far from dangerous when it's fat and plump with it's prey sticking out of it's gut. A snake is at it's most dangerous when it is frail and gaunt, because that's when it's most desperate. That's when it'll do anything it takes to win. So this Sunday I find myself in the ring with a man who I've got quite a bit of history with, both as a friend and foe. I can re-open up that can of worms that is our past if that's what you want to do, Hades, but I'd rather not get into that because none of it truly matters right now. I'm not here to battle my demons, and I've got nothing I feel I need to rectify from the past. I have my demons of today to deal with. You and I have been through a lot, but this isn't about what we've been through... it's about what--or WHO--I need to go through to survive. That's all you are to me at this point... just prey trudging through the wet lands, and I'm the venomous killer who's been trivialized for far too long and relegated to nothing more than a bottom dweller in the eyes of the masses when I was KING not long ago. The masses are growing forgetful already, and I'm sure you see the same thing everyone else sees. If you're anything like the man I knew, it just means you're still dumb enough to be fooled by your eyes. But hey, I'm not complaining, that just makes me the killer you won't see coming. 

Nothing personal.

I'm only an addict, is all.

More storytime with Lioncross, kids. And adults.

This one is more recent than the stories I told about Heart Break Boy. This story takes place in what I thought was the end of my career. It was the first time I faced off against a woman - the woman I made the mistake of underestimating. Her name is Ms. Extreme.

When CWF tried a comeback, I decided to make a comeback to wrestling as well. I wanted a title - any title. My pursuit of a title cost me a lot, specifically, the relationships I had with the people I keep close to this day. But, I got that title: the CWF Heritage Championship. I then defended it in a ladder match against Ms. Extreme. I told myself - and the world - that she'd be a challenge, but there was a problem. My body and mind didn't seem to agree. My instincts let me down. There must've been a part of me that figured that because Ms. Extreme is a woman, she wouldn't be all that tough to defend the title against, even in a ladder match. Next thing I knew, she was leaving with my belt; it literally FELL into her arms.

The fact that I lost due to dumb luck isn't the point, though - the point is, I learned a lot that day. I claimed that I wasn't going to underestimate Ms. Extreme, but I didn't go in with that killer instinct and that surefire gameplan. I left enough doors open for her to the point where the match had the possibility of coming down to luck. What I do needs to match what I say. A couple days ago, there was a part of me that wondered if I'm REALLY going to approach Cameron Ella Ava like the star wrestler she really is, instead of a woman who's about half my weight.

If I'm going to take a different approach than I did with Ms. Extreme, that has to start with the preparation. I've watched Cameron's matches with Chuck Scene. She's got speed that I wish I still had, and she can move to the point of frustrating any opponent. Meanwhile, a punch from a lightweight may not seem like much, but when you're getting hit 50 times a minute? That's like getting hit with baseball after baseball from a pitching machine. They might not knock you out, but they'll have a field day with your face.

Meanwhile, I asked my scouts to look for tendencies in her attack. We didn't find much of anything. She doesn't waste time or motion when it comes to her smaller attacks, and she doesn't telegraph any of her big ones. Cameron Ella Ava may be one of the most unpredictable opponents I've ever had to face off against, and that'll be a challenge I'd be foolish to blow off. No wonder Cameron has beaten people like Jaywalker, Scott Diamond, and Chuck Scene. No wonder she's been one of the most successful wrestlers in EAW, male or female.

She is absolutely a different challenge from Heart Break Boy and Mexican Samurai. And, she's a bad matchup for a hard-hitting striker like me. I say this not as an alibi, but so I can let my fans know that nobody who steps into that ring is to be taken lightly.

Still, I think the biggest thing that stands out to me is that Cameron wants to become a legend everywhere - something I know a thing or two about. It's tough to do that as a woman - not many companies showcase their women to the extent that EAW does, and plenty of women who have had that kind of chance have blown it. She's working to become a legend WHILE paving the way for women's wrestling to become what my sister, Lauren, wished it could be while she was in the ring. We're both going through different processes in order to meet different goals, so it's almost unfortunate that I'm going to have to be a speed bump on her path to her goals. Should the opposite happen, it'll only make me realize what I'll have to do in order to meet mine.

It has been a VERY, VERY long time since I've been able to say this, because so many of my matches have been stained with bad blood or some beef about something stupid the other person as said, but here it is: everything I do in this match is out of pure, unadulterated respect. There will be no excuses from me.

STRICTLY BUSINESS
 
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The scene opens to a purple umbrella slightly covering part of Rex McAllister's face. He is standing under a rundown bridge in what looks to be a bigger city. Several homeless can be seen. There is various cardboard boxes setup for shelters and fires in barrels. The Umbrella slowly rises and he smiles.
 
Sephiroth, in the beginning you claimed you were not looking for respect nor do you believe you owe respect to anybody?  But now you are trying to say that you believe in putting in the time and hard work, which earns respect, is now all of sudden a standard you believe in?  Hypocrite much?
 
(chuckles)
 
You couldn't be more wrong about me Sephiroth.  Everything I have said, everything I have done. Is about one thing and one thing alone, SUCCESS.
 
(grins)
 
It is the epitome of this business, OF ANY BUSINESS.  You can never reach too high in this world.  You aim to be the best and then you reach higher.  The higher you reach the more you will be rewarded.  I dream big and I win big.  Yet you refuse to give me my due.  All you want to do is make it about something else. You continuously lambaste me.  Calling my bluff, disrespecting and trying to slander my name and my identity.  The same thing I worked so hard to make relevant.  Like so many others in this great country I call home, you are looking for a reason to make this anything but business. YOU are the ONE that is pathetic! You are looking to claim gold, huh?  You are looking to scream out and claim you are main event material.  Huh?  That the system is unfair for placing you in a triple threat match, right after you fought an Elite Champion, with two very hungry challengers who have nothing to lose and everything to gain. Huh?
 
The camera scans over the homeless
 
Yes.  Yes it is unfair, but not as you would think. 
 
 (laughs)
 
You see for every Rex McAllister in this country, there is a million fat slobs, a million lazy half-wits, sheep who couldn't eat, sleep or think without being told how, giving them means for a free ride.  A freeloader?   THAT I AM NOT.
 
Rex moves closer to a box house
 
It is that one in a million, those Rex McAllisters that support the rift raft. It is men like ME that the system is truly unfair too. Men who work hard, strive to be better than the rest.
 
Rex suddenly violently begins stomping the cardboard house. He drops his umbrella and snatches it up and rips it in two. The nearby homeless man flees in fear. Rain begins striking Rex as he regains his composure
 
This is what being at the bottom is.
 
Rex grinds the box into the dirt
 
And like your claims about clawing your way to the top. Earning the gold?  It is beneath me.
 
(begins laughing)
 
I don't claim to be better than everyone else or to be a legend Sephiroth. I AM A LEGEND, but NOT because I am insane, and NOT because I created what you would believe to be a fictitious standard, but by actions and NOT WORDS,  I walked over and embarrassed countless men everywhere I have been to be deemed so.  WHY? Because that is the nature of our BUSINESS Sephiroth, NOT because I'm a freeloader.  And it’s ok I don’t need you to fully understand me Sephiroth.
 
Rain continues to hit Rex as he speaks
 
Drawing those lines in the sand like you did the way you described your supposed urges? and your zest for crushing skulls in? That is your KILLER INSTINCT.  I know this.  Why?  I will tell you why.  Me?  I possess the same quality.  Our means of ruthlessness may differ but A REAL CHAMPION, like the one I will eventually become in EAW, understands this part wholeheartedly and he too crosses that line, he exceeds his limits and strives to go further than ever before. That’s GREAT!  YOU get it.  I GET IT!  Because we understand that at the end of the night, you and only you stand between victory and defeat. You and only you stand between being a mere wrestler or a future EAW LEGEND!
 
He slicks back his wetting hair
 
So when you start accusing me of being all high and mighty and you start saying this is all about crushing skulls in, I say your DAMN right it is! I know you Sephiroth, your kind have taken me lightly before.  Those guys?  They promptly went on to pay the piper, and as you know EVERYONE pays the piper! At Showdown Sephiroth, I will be the one that crushes your skull in, the one that knocks that shine called a smile right off your face, the one who pushes your ego down yet another notch, and lastly but not least I will be ANNOUNCED AS THE WINNER OF THE TRIPLE THREAT, WOOOO!  Free ride?  Ha! There will be no EAW HANDOUTS.  Charity time?  That is for another time and some other poor schmuck SEPHY!”
 
(laughs)
 
So again, I don't need you to understand me, I don't need you to respect me. I just need you to show up at Showdown and I will do what I always done, and that’s beat the man across that ring and I will be sure to put the SHOW in SHOWDOWN!
 
Rex reaches down and grabs his umbrella
 
And you?  You will do what you always do half-pint, PLAY THE ROLE OF THE LOSER!
 
A limo pulls up behind Rex and the driver jumps out. Wiping the mud from his shoe on the ripped up house. Rex hands the umbrella to the limo driver as he opens the door and slips inside the car. Mud flies up hitting more of the homeless as Rex’s car screeches off and the scene fades to black
 
 
 

 

 
~The Camera shows Sephiroth sparring with a punching bag. After thoroughly pulverizing the bag he turns towards the camera, his face red, pumping with blood. He takes a couple of breaths and then spits focusses his attention to the camera~


You think I’m here to EARN your respect? Ha. You sure sound high and mighty, sipping teas, visiting resorts and dining in hotels, but you cloud yourself poor judgement. The only thing I’m here to earn is Championship Gold. Not respect from a nobody who just arrived in the business. Looking at you disgusts me. How can you look at yourself in the mirror every day and NOT feel sorry? Rexcellency isn’t some high echelon that everyone strives to achieve, it is a false standard created by a delusional maniac such as yourself. You know why? Because you can never achieve TRUE excellence. Yes, that is right. I have figured you all out. This whole “Rexcellece” crap is nothing but an excuse to tell yourself that “Hey, its alright, I’m already an accomplished fighter”. Haha, no my friend, you are not. Nobody in EAW is here to live up to this rexellency of your’s. Everyone is here to win the Championship, to carve their career and immortalize it in the Hall of Fame. Rexcellency is just a category of YOUR creation. I mean honestly I can call myself the best in this damn business, but that don’t mean jack when I can’t really prove it can I? So tell ya what, I’m not gonna buy into this “way of life” of your’s. Not that I have a problem with it, its just I AM still mentally sane, ya know what I mean? The only thing you’re gonna be taking out of the ring after I’m done with you is your broken face. Maybe then we’ll see how rexcellent your face really is hmm? If anything I guess I’ll actually make it worth looking at, seeing how it is already enough to scare children away. And you don’t seem so good at attracting any beauties either. Wort of both worlds I guess, wrestling AND looks. And you then have the audacity to mock ME? Hahahaha. You truly are pathetic.


Your only downfall is gonna be your confidence, or should I say, overconfidence, in assuming you can walk out victorious. Sorry to turn your dreams to dust but reality isn’t all about you threatening your opponents and then magically beating them. Nah, it takes effort, and it seems in the past few weeks you’ve hit more resorts and diners than you’ve hit the gym or a wrestling ring. Hahaha. Not that there’s anything wrong with luxury, but you see we got a problem when freeloaders like you think they can EAT their way to victory. I may be an insufferable being, but even I can acknowledge the fact that week in and week out I have been training my body and spirit to go toe to toe with anyone in the locker room. May it be wannabe legends like you or ACTUAL legends in the business. You truly are a sadness to behold. And on top of that you talk down on me? No actions and all talk it seems. As for me, I think I have already demonstrated my competency. I have already faced an ex Elite Champ. What have you done Rex? Oh yes, filled your stomach at a resort in Vegas and fished around for voluptuous women? Seems hardly like the pastime of a champion if you ask me. Hmph, pathetic I tell you.


You say you’re already a champion in your mind? Is that a joke? Well then I think you’re just wasting my time and everyone else’s by being in this company. That also shows that you don’t have the WILL to achieve and fight for anything. I mean why should you? You’re already a champion right? So I guess beating you will just be beating a champion eh? Good, cause that is exactly what drives me. Taking down champions and ending their puny hopes of ever achieving anything. In fact, I’m helping you. I’m helping everyone! Each day passes and I am less and less acknowledged when I should be headlining a FPV right now! And all this is because some big talk showed up claiming to be the best at what he does, claiming to be a champion in his own mind. Ha. Ok then “Champ”. All the more for me when I bash some sense into that mind of your’s I guess. Maybe then I can add the fact that I beat a champion in my EAW resume, what do ya say huh? Hahaha. Face it Rex, you’re just trying to be relevant. You’re just trying to BE ME! You wish you could do what I did earlier today. You WISH you could defeat black-belts day in day out. But you can’t, and that eats you up from the inside. It burns your insides knowing that you are bland and your presence is enough to put a snooze on anyone competing with you. Hah, maybe that’s why Dynamo hasn’t shown up yet, poor guy fell asleep listening to your 10^th grade drama lecture. But can you blame the man? Only guys who are mentally strong enough to put up with your high horse shenanigans can keep up with you. And no, that isn’t a compliment, jackass.


Of course a man of your disposition would consider beating numerous black belts a “G rated” choreography. You truly are thick-skulled Rex. Anyhow, matters not whether you commend my feat or not, as I said before, I don’t need your respect nor approval, so you can hate on me all you want darling, it only makes me all the anxious to cause you a bit more pain every time. And trust me, come this Showdown I’m gonna truly be at my 100% and blow the damn roof out of the place. Me jump ship to another roster? Save my face you say? No way man, why run from something that you’re not afraid of. I’m not afraid of you Rex, and no one should be. But YOU should be very afraid, you’re treading on waters that you should not be thinking of stepping into. And in those waters lie a shark, a hungry, vicious and bloodthirsty beast. You wanna fish around for trouble Rex? Well you got it.


Oh and “Sephy” Haha, I like that. Maybe I’ll use that name someday after I beat you. Now if you’ll excuse me, world titles won’t just fall from the sky onto my lap. I hope you too will hit the gym soon, or anywhere close to some wrestling I presume, because you seem like all talk and no show. Heh, adios Rex.



~Camera pans out as Sephiroth begins to continue boxing the punching bag, the camera cuts to black~

CHILD's PLAY

Scene opens to Rex McAllister who is decked out in full business attire enjoying some fine dining, pancakes with sausage and some freshly cooked scrambled eggs, in his hotel room at the Palms Resort in Las Vegas.
 
Server/waitress:"Bon appetite, sir".
 
Rex McAllister: "Merci".
 
The waitress giggles almost shyly as Rex flashes his winning smile
 
"Are you French"? Rex asks,  impressed.
 
"Yes, sir, I am. I do know some English". The waitress replies as a matter-of–fact. 
 
"I can see that. That's awesome". Rex says, feeling in a relaxed and sound mood, as he casually ends the conversation.  “That will be all.  Thank you for such lovely hospitality……”???
 
“Olga”.  She replies.
 
“Olga, nice.  Thank you very much Olga for your services".  Rex replies.
 
You are welcome, sir”. The French maid says as she bows her head slightly.  “Good day, sir”.   She says as she begins to push the catering cart towards her pending departure out the door.
 
Rex waves goodbye as the door shuts.  He then grabs his dinner napkin and gently tucks it in by his collar area and addresses the masses as well as his competition on Showdown.
 
Oh, hey there.  Welcome back to my luxurious shindig here once again at the beautiful Palm Resort.  I shall be departing today.  I was here merely on business with some of the EAW brass regarding some infractions in my contract, but things are all up to speed now.  Now I can begin my marketing campaign in EAW as well as don the EAW wrestling apparel and a few other perks to be included.
 
(pause)
(consumes some food)
 
This is the stuff right here.  I asked for it fresh and hot.  I got that and the caterer wasn’t too bad either.  She was actually a pretty hot dish herself.  Only problem was I read her pretty quickly.  They say it only takes about a ten seconds or little more of striking a conversation with someone to figure out their true disposition.  That was a perfect example.  You see even as much potential as she showed at being a caterer.  Her true disposition was that of someone who was passive, shy, and lost once I tried to strike just simple conversation with her.  I didn’t take it further for a couple of reasons.  One reason being is that I knew if I went further she would just become further introverted and lost like I was pushing her into a corner where she would get possibly defensive and flustered and abruptly depart.  Reason two being that because I could tell her disposition right from the start it was easy to see that she has probably only been here in America for a short time, probably 3-6 months tops, and then before you know she will be heading back her humble home in France to either find a refuge in a rundown two or three story apartment building just to save a couple of extra bucks every month, or she will go back home to Mom and Dad knowing that catering is not her calling.  She goes home with the somber feeling of not knowing truly what she really wants out of life.  She lacks purpose.  That’s where we differ as people and that is where the common disconnect takes place and we go our separate ways.
 
(pause)
(consumes some food)
 
The Rex Master has a purpose.  You see when I wake up every day I know what I want to do, how I want to do it, and every step it takes to accomplish what I set out to do.  I am never second guessing myself.  It’s the same in ring. Which brings me to the business at hand.  I guess I need to cut another one of these ridiculous promos addressing my opponents, Herky and Jerky.  Or is it Heckle and Jeckle? 

(Flashes a sarcastic questioning facial expression)

(Chuckles)

No matter.  Their real names are irrelevant given their lack of credibility. You have the one who is silent like an assassin and probably lets his actions speak for him while the other has this innate propensity to attack others through nothing more than dry hog wash and empty threats who go figure calls himself the calm assassin.

(pause)
(consumes some food)

You guys?  You both are like polar opposites in every way. Fortunately though The Rex Master is able to adapt on the fly with anything and everything and everybody.  This Dynamo, I have to agree with Seph, is no Prodigy.  If you don't speak son you will soon be spoken for and become nothing more than a mere casualty of falling into the wrong place at the wrong time, a victim of happenstance.  I can also guarantee you it will take longer than mere seconds to even figure out what the hell you are doing out there in that ring Dynamo. Your high flying ability will be a threat in this match and will have be taken seriously.  Nobody likes to get caught up in a fast pace that favors guys like you.  However, as I have already stated.  Guys like you don't stick around long. Be it because you become a tiring stale act or be it from some freak career ending accident that overtakes you, but for whatever reason one moment your hot and the next your not. A flash in the pan.

Rex finishes his breakfast plate and gently shoves it aside and removes the dinner napkin from his collar area and stands up slightly adjusting the collar of his business suit

Sephiroth. For somebody who stated they were done with me you sure had a whole lot more bullshit to hurl my way. Now didn't you there sunshine.

Rex walks over to the tall rectangular-shaped mirror still adjusting

I think we can easily skip the whole socialpath theory and move straight onto pure insanity. What is the true definition of insanity? Isn't it the act of one repeating the same thing over and over again? Kind of like Ground Hogs Day or De'ja vu? I mean lets see you mentioned me in the same context with dinosaurs and extinction again. Though you did finally decide to refrain from that asinine opinion of me. You also mentioned my in-ring style as being obsolete AGAIN. You said I was a phony AGAIN. But you see none of that even actually bothers me to be perfectly honest. In fact half-pint I think your first promo was far more impressive. This latest one I saw just moments ago just kind of made me roll my eyes and yawn at the same time. I mean you actually managed to go from pg rated to simply g-rated stuff. Little kids would fall over laughing at this kind of shit. I mean it's fairly easy to pay off however many numnuts you had parading around in that cheesy promo to take a kick to the temple then easily turn the camera off or delay the recording just so those cheeseheads can flop on the mat and play dead just long enough to put you over as some sort of a tough guy. Nice try kid. Not afraid and certainly not impressed. I could coach that kind of dim-witted choreography without even trying as hard as you did. The only people that would be even remotely impressed with that kind of brain-dead of a display would be directors of B-rated movies.

Walks over to the bed and picks up his already packed duffle bag, but then decides to sit on the bed for a moment with a serious facial expression

I mean your efforts to put your God-forsaken gimmick over is failing miserably right before everyone's eyes. I don't like repeating myself and quite frankly I don't need to when it comes to defending my beliefs about old school adages and my polished in-ring style. In America nowadays they say you can't fix stupid, but I would suspect that you are the really special special kind of stupid if you truly believe you can't be beat again. You are still trying to pick up your pride after your first match didn't go so well. I get it. At least you retained your swagger cause you are going to need it. But referring to me as a joke will make you look like the butt of the jokes when I am through with you, when I plant you face first into the mat after a perfectly executed Rex Effect. I will agree with you on one thing you said though Sephiroth. What HAS the world come to? Better yet what HAS THE WRESTLING world come to when a guy, that has the same amount wins in the EAW as me, is trying to sound tough like he is some sort of EAW battle-tested warrior??? You know you are right about another thing as well as I come to think of it. You state that actions speak louder than words. How's about then you actually start doing what you say and not say what you are going to do? Huh? Don't let this suit fool you. I've been schooled well in both old school and modern day wrestling techniques which makes me the most well-oiled wrestling machine and the most complete wrestler in the world today WHICH I ALREADY STATED PREVIOUS.

Rex exudes unmistakeable confidence

REXCELLENCE? It's not a catchphrase. It's not a moniker. It's a way of life. It's a plateau so high that only somebody like me can succeed at. You aspire for success? You say you don't dream? Aspiring is the long road to achieving a dream. They are one of same YOU MORON. And hope? That's for losers. Which is what you will be, AGAIN. Something I know nothing about in EAW. In life really. Don't worry I will bring this to a close. I have errand to run before getting on the long limo ride home. Anyways I can tell you lack the intellect to keep gabbing at my pace half-pint.

(He stands up with duffle bag in hand and flashes a smirk before the serious facial expression returns)

Just know that I'm simply looking at you and Mr. Dynamite as nothing more than a warm up match because in all honesty on one hand I see both of you as being beneath me. In fact down the line 2-3 months from now you can count on The Rex Master being somewhere further up on the match card while like the breakfast I just consumed you will be just a filler to complete a match card. But on the other hand I realize I have to pay my dues to move up. You see while you are simply thinking about gold. Me? I'm already a champion in my own mind. I will be showing you Sephiroth and Dynamite what a champion is suppose to look like and most of all what winning looks like. Truth? I live in the truth and the truth never changes from where I stand. Losers like you guys, you whine about what makes you better while winners, like me, we just go out there and prove it and then go home and fuck the prom queen. You speak of your betters, but once Showdown comes and goes there will be no doubt in anyone's minds of who your better is. You will become nothing more than a footnote. An answer to a Rex McAllister trivia question if you catch my drift. Then maybe it's YOU that should reevaluate your gimmick and while you are at it jump ship to another roster so you can save face. I hate to burst your bubble there Sephy, but if you are looking to earn my respect. You can forget it! YOU GOT ZERO WINS SO YOU GET JUST AS MUCH RESPECT. PERIOD!!!

***Rex showing an intense look then begins to leave toward the entrance way of his room as the scene ends***

~ The camera slowly brings the scene into view, it looks like a training room, filled with wrestling rings and men wearing white martial arts gear. They all seem to line up as if they’re waiting for something special to happen. The main door of the room opens, introducing the views to a silhouette. The silhouette speaks in the most precise manner, weighing each word carefully ~


Gentlemen, so glad you could make it. For a moment there I thought many of you had backed out, but I guess the deal was too good to be true eh? Money talks I guess. Anyways I’m sure you know why you’re here right? You guys are the best black belts from all over the world. Your reputation precedes you all. We’re here for a little game of “tag”. You must be thinking “Wait a second, this man just paid a boatload of cash to play tag?!” and I will tell you, no, no I didn’t. It’s a bit more complicated than that I assure you, but you see the complex side of things is my concern, all you guys have to do, is endure ONE kick to the head from me, and then deliver the same kick to the person closest to you. If you manage to kick anyone else in this room…you walk out with not just YOUR cash, but you also get the cash reward of the person you kicked. Everyone game for that? Hmm?




~The blackbelts look pumped up, shouts of “Hell Yeah!” and “Bring it ON!” are heard all over the room. The man standing infront of the door comes into view. It is Sephiroth in his tribal outfit. The look on his face is calm and collected, truly living up to the name of the Calm Assassin. He seems to be a completely different person, no more air of brashness and arrogance. Sephiroth then kicks the first challenger  straight on the temple, a roundhouse kick that is almost picture perfect. The man….falls flat on his side, coughing blood and squirming. The guy waiting behind him in line takes a step backwards, almost as if trying to escape his own fate. The rest of the men surround Sephiroth, not wanting the same to be done to them as their competitor.  The camera pans to Sephiroth as he calls out the fateful word “NEXT”….


The camera then focusses into view, men are scattered across the room, possibly in the greatest pain of their career, nay, lives. Sephiroth is sitting cross legged in the middle of the carnage. His eyes pierce into the camera like a stake being driven through the heart. He speaks ~
 
Hmph, I guess you don’t really like it when I’m lighthearted eh? Fine then, lets talk serious and lets talk business. I don’t like to get my hands dirty, but when jokes like Rex run rampant, there really isn’t a choice left. Going from facing the ex-Elite Champion to two newcomers off the boat in itself is a disgrace. But now I’m being talked DOWN by them? What has the world come to, maybe I should re-evaluate my approach into this match? Or maybe I should just crush these two nuisances beneath my feet as I always have? Too many choices. Rex, there’s no doubt that you conjure up nothing in my mind but thoughts of extinct beings, but I guess you can’t really help it when your name is of a dinosaur can you? I don’t blame you. So fine, lets ignore your name and talk about your in-ring business. So far…..you’ve done nothing to make yourself look marketable in this company. Yeah you gave a few talks here and there, but words hardly speak louder than actions in EAW I assure you. You and your obsolete, yeah obsolete, wrestling style is not gonna save you when I bring my innovativeness to the ring, and you can bet your sorry back that I will. You see that is the very reason legends end up losing to the younger generation. Because they stick to what they THOUGHT was a good style in this industry, but they were too short-sighted to see what newer styles everyone else brought. You remind me of them. The only problem is, you aren’t a legend, heh. You’re a phony that’s what you are. You talk big, but you don’t back them up like I do. Like I HAVE. Maybe you should watch some of my matches…which unfortunately is just one….but I assure you, you will learn a lot about the current landscape of pro-wrestling, not the relic of a wrestling style you bring into the table. Ha.


Funny thing is you claim to bring a bit of both, old school and contemporary. Well isn’t THAT pathetic? So you’re not highly efficient at ANY of the two, just so-so in the two. Maybe if you spent your life honing ONE aspect of it, I’d find you somewhat of an intimidation. I mean what was that quote again?...something about fearing the man who does the same kick 1000 times that the man who knows a 1000 kicks? Meh the man who said it might not have been as decorated as me, but I guess you could say his words hold some truth eh? When all the bets are down, I can guarantee you Rex that I can beat you at your own game. Might that be in the ring, outside the ring, or even in your own damn property. Ya know why? Because I’m not the one sipping coffee and freeloading. I’m here kicking in heads. So if anything, it seems YOU are the one who’s gonna bite the dust, and bit it HARD my friend. Heh.


And that brings me to the 3^rd pole of this match. Dynamo. Dynamo I like it that you don’t talk much, maybe you’re actually busy training for your debut rather than sipping drinks all day like Rex. I like that. But what I’d also like to see is you leave after the first match. Truly EAW is not for guys like you. You guys only dream big and HOPE some day you’ll reach the gold. But I don’t dream, I aspire to turn them into reality. So if trash like you who just stand in the way of gold is removed, this company will be a better place for me. Nevertheless…I AM a well versed strategist. Triple Threat is JUST my type of match. Haha, so many ways to manipulate you two. It may not be the highlight of my career, but hey, it sure as hell gonna be fun to watch you two decimate each other…..and then maybe, just maybe…I can capitalize on it? Hmm?


And Rex, as for the “urban legends” you hear about my discharge from military, pray you never have to confirm it. Pray that you are beaten before I show you the other side.



~Sephiroth gets up from his cross-legged position and begins to walk out the door, while leaving to drops in foot on the temple of one of the fallen men, causing him to shake uncontrollably in agony. Sephiroth grunts in disgust and walks away, all that is heard is “Thank for the spar, gentlemen”. The door closes, and the camera remains fixed at the men scattered on the floor, writhing in pain as the camera slowly cuts to black~

Being the Boldest doesn't make you the Best

The scene opens to Rex McAllister sipping from his cup of early morning coffee in the catering area at a one of Las Vegas' finest most ritzy hotels, Palms Resort. Only hours earlier was it made known to him that his first match would be against two EAW rookies, like himself.
Rex takes a seat on a nearby sofa.

So it's official now. Isn't it? The Rex Master has been booked to a match here in EAW. To spice it up I will be pitted against two other rookies in a triple threat match. So I guess the EAW didn't prefer my open-challenge promo to anybody. That's fine though. Two nobody's will do. But once I prove myself and hand these two poor saps on a pine tree, Sephiroth and Dynamo, their asses I want you to start taking me more seriously. Okay? Great. Now on to the pleasantries. I don't know much about this Dynamo guy except that perhaps he may be a good find. Nothing more in my humble opinion. I mean high flyers come like a dime a dozen. They are always one high risk away from a career ending injury. Until this Dynamo character comes out of hiding I'm afraid I can't say much more about him except, "break a leg kid".

(Chuckles)

Sephiroth? A code name? Really? Okay. Let me take a moment while I try and conjure up any ounce of trembling fear I should have inside after seeing your PG-rated promo. Nope it's not there. It's not coming. All I really got from you chumbag was someone who has a true gift for gab and someone who apparently by all accounts loves hearing the sound of his own voice. Is that your true accent or do you just have a frog in your throat? You actually sound like horse choking on hay. A few guys that I've spoken to recently were apparently right. You do talk a lot. It's just too bad all that gab got you nowhere against Jason Cage now did it? You speak of the Jurrasic period and the millions and billions of years ago that it was. You mention me in the same context with extinction? I guess I'm not the only one dreaming here now am I Mr. Calm Assassin? Last I checked sharks, even as much as they breed, are also becoming more closer to extinction all the time.

You can cut a promo any day now Dynamo. Don't be shy now.

Back to you Sephiroth, you toe rag. The most impressive thing I can even think of to acknowledge about you to the world is that you were discharged and sent into permanent exile. That is most impressive because that says to me that you like to operate under your own set rules just like me. Now whether or not there is any truth of what you were discharged for? I find that hard to believe personally.

Rex sips some more of his coffee and continues

Of course most of your pathetic backstory I have a hard time believing. So whether any of it is true or not I don't really care as it is all outlawed in this world we live let alone the EAW. Socialpath much??? Let me see if I can still try and conjure up any trembling fear I should have from listening to your, horse choking on hay, of a voice. Nope. Nothing.

Anyone heard from Dynamo? Anybody at all.

Alright Sephiroth. I'm about time to wrap this bad boy up cause Lord knows too much face time and I start come off like you. A boring loudmouth. Let's get something straight right now chump stain. The Rex Master won't be a pushover I can promise you that. Or JOBBER as you so eloquently put it. The Rex Master will turn your dream into a nightmare. Phony? Obsolete? Repell me?

(Chuckles)

Don't make me laugh into tears kid I can already tell I have been at this a lot longer than you have. So if you want to call that being obsolete then consider how embarrassing it will be for a phony obsolete guy like me, THAT YOU CLAIM you will repell from EAW, to pin your ass to the mat on Showdown while your ears listen to the music of 1...2...3.

Oh and Dynamo don't even bother showing up this is wrestling not a playground. Go ask to be booked against someone more inferior to you.

Rex sips his coffee some more and the holds up his mug

Cheers mate

***scene ends***

Let me tell you all something about Mexican Samurai that I held off on saying until now: He was right.

No, not the whole thing about not getting fined. That was dumb, and I maintain that it'll only cost him when management and fans wonder why they should give a damn about somebody who just doesn't care.

Rather, Mexican Samurai said that it's ridiculous that the established veterans can show up here in EAW after time off and get a match for one of the most prestigious titles in wrestling, while wrestlers like himself - perhaps less established - are left to wait and stew. Wait, though: shouldn't us veterans be easier to trust because of the fact that we've established ourselves as the best in the industry? EAW recognizes me as such, and I'm thankful for that. But, I hadn't been wrestling for about two years. Look at some of Showdown's best in their current form. Look at Pizza Boy, who's built himself from the ground up. Hell, from UNDER the ground and up. Look at Thomas Minns, who's a douchebag beyond measure, but showed that he's trying to TAKE that title shot when he sees the slightest of openings. And, look at Brett Kennedy: a man who interrupted me to say that he wants to beat me in order to get one step closer to the EAW Championship.

If I'm entitled to anything, it's the recognition I already got for my achievements in CWF, and nothing more. When it comes to title matches, current form counts over the past. Really, if I wanted to go for the title right now, I would be the one challenging somebody like Brett Kennedy to a match to show that I can beat him.

That being said... Brett Kennedy, know this: I told you that my answer was final. But, in wrestling, nothing is final. We've both been around for a decision being reversed, or a title being revoked, or something along those lines. A match between you and I could happen, and I'd look forward to it, but not this week. This week, Showdown threw me a slider.

I face off against the Interwire Champion, Cameron Ella Ava. I have a lot of respect for a woman who can win a title under the pressure she was under - lose to Chuck Scene, and she never would've heard the end of it. I also respect Cameron as a competitor; underestimating a female opponent is a mistake I made once and will only make once.

Let me admit this to you, Cameron: I needed last week off. I was pretty sore after only two matches; that's a result of me thinking I was done with wrestling for two years before deciding to come back to the ring. But, if you think it's a mistake to underestimate you because you're a woman, it might be a bigger mistake to underestimate me even though I'm rusty. Shaking off that rust is a process that I'm getting further along in, and I've beaten Heart Break Boy and Mexican Samurai while doing so. I want to beat you, Cameron, not to show that men are better than women, but to show that I'm better than even my biggest fans think I am. That way, I can continue to do what I love, I can continue to face off and defeat people I haven't wrestled before, like Brett Kennedy, and hell... maybe I can get that chance to recapture former glory. After, of course, earning it on a journey that my fans can enjoy.

But, I'd be remiss to think about that when I should be thinking about you. For your own sake, you should focus on me on Showdown, not Jason Cage and his challenge. But hey - if you want to make that mistake, I can't stop you.

 
 
 

 

Looking toward a REXCELLENT debut

So as I touched on in my last promo I should be debuting very very soon,and what a REXCELLENT debut it's gonna be. I have now had time to get my first shindig here in good ole Allentown. It ain't much yet, but hey neither are the paychecks. Not yet anyways

So I have had time to scout this showdown roster that lies before me. Oh yea I did take a few days away. I mean after all The Rex Master does have a life. In and out of the ring The Rex Master plays by his own rules and you could even say that I actually go out of my way to act completely independent from everybody else.  I don’t like repeating myself.  It’s not my style at all.  To start over again after the unceremonious ride I took with that “other” promotion would be an exception to that.  I thought I would be a lifer there.  Turns out the deck cards got reshuffled, and the cards I was dealt had left me in a lose-lose situation.  Some of it I may have brought on myself I will admit.  But this is the United States of America, the land of free speech and the land of opportunity.  So The Rex Master is now here in EAW ready for his first match. 

Anyways during all my free time I discovered this EAW is like any other place after all. Bigger? Yes. Different? No. I mean this place is just crawling with all sorts of different personalities here.  Showdown itself apparently has a hitman, a pizza boy, and yes also a guy with a split personality disorder, just to name a few. 
 
(CHUCKLES)
 
However, there are also a few on the roster that have been either on top or are currently sitting at the top.  Those are the guys The Rex Master will be looking at from afar.  Jamie O’Hara being one, and his arch rival Xavier Williams.  There is also Brett Kennedy who talks a lot like myself, but I don’t want to be misunderstood.  I really do think of all you fans of the EAW as fickle-mindless little trolls.
 
(Serious tone)

The point is lower-tier or higher-tier wrestlers. It really does not matter because when they step in the ring with The Rex Master they can be sure that they are stepping in the ring with one well-oiled polished wrestling machine, a real thoroughbred, a throwback of school wrestling. I'm here to be successful and the face the very best money has to offer. When you bring your ass down to that ring you just make sure you leave all your excuses in the back. I am gonna be ready for any hotdog they put in the ring with The Rex Master. When matters get tough and guys try to back me into a corner THAN I GET READY TO MESS WITH MATTERS.

(Relaxes)

So to the whole Showdown locker. Bring your best cause The Rex Master is ready to get going. EAW don't keep me waiting. Ta ta for now.

(The scene opens up in New York City inside a building where loud techno music can be heard outside the building and then the camera slowly pans over to upper part of the building where Celia is standing right by the window, who's wearing her blood-red dress, black lipstick and also wearing red bottom heels, who has been overhearing the commotion that was going on outside between security and Hexa-Gun's Tiberius Jones and Drake Jaeger. Once the exchange between the men has ceased and Drake carrying Jones away from the premises. She takes her leave and makes her way to Angelo Brando's office, and when she opens the door she sees Angelo Brando sitting in his chair with his feet propped up his desk watching the runway show that's streaming on his television and on the left side of him is IVY, who is wearing her all black security attire and also wearing her mask while Victoria who is on the right side of the office on her laptop checking important emails. As Angelo takes notice of Celia entering the room he then puts his feet onto the ground and leans forward observing her body.)

Angelo Brando: How's my little slut doing tonight? Are you enjoying the festivities that's going on around here? I told you that the moment you started latching onto me your life would change forever. No more of you waiting at home wondering if your husband will come home to you or not since he is out fighting for this country. I told you that you would be exposed to the most finer things in life, the life that only a Brando and the people I associate with can be exposed of, You can say that you're no longer the little peasant girl who was nothing more than a little housewife being loyal and faithful to her man, you're now my bitch. And believe me, sweetheart, being my bitch means you have a better life, more new clothes, jewelry, whatever you want. 

(As Angelo gets up and walks towards Celia, he begins caressing her body, feeling her ass and breasts and begins to slowly kiss her neck while brushing her hair with his flawless fingers. But as she catches herself beginning to slightly moan she steps away from Brando and comes right in to give him a kiss on the cheek.)

Angelo Brando: What's wrong with you?

Celia: Thank you baby, but now it's not the time because I have witnessed Drake and Jones being pushed out of the building by security and I overheard that they were trying to get to you, my love. I was so concern, the last thing I want to happen to you is getting harmed by thugs like those men. So I'm hoping you and your partner takes care of them soon at Battleground tomorrow.

(Angelo looks on and begins to laugh and comforts Celia and then Angelo backhands her across the face.)

Angelo Brando: Celia, I can't believe you are actually intimidated by those two clowns! I'm well aware of their presence and I have foreseen their antics trying to get to me which is why I strengthen security to make sure they get nowhere near me. But what's more, ridiculous is that you think they can actually put their hands on The Pureblood himself. Even though I don't have an issue with gutter rats like Drake and Jones and Hexa-Gun as a whole they never posed a threat towards me and my status inside the wrestling industry. They should learn to leave well alone and never try to cross my path because I'm basically ensuring their win since I refuse to let Lance Hart ride on my train of success. I even don't want to be associated with a guy like Lance Hart who doesn't deserve to have the honor to stand in the same ring as me. He's even lucky to have his name right beside mine as we are both tag team partners in this match. But you know what? I was going to hand Lance to Drake and Jones and spare them from getting inside the ring with me and save them for making the biggest mistake in their life and that's career suicide. But instead they want to be foolish and try to humiliate me, they want to try to embarrass me! I feel sorry for them, I really do because peasants like those who are tired of being kicked down and abused by the system and the men who has control over it. Hexa-Gun to me is just a group of bottom feeders who are tired of being slaves to the system that broke them and used them. I knew there would be a time where they will shift their focus towards me because I represent the wealthy, the one percentile above humanity that looks down on those who isn't as fortunate as me. Throughout all of my life, I would just sit there and be handed things because of my last name and I would sit there watch the people around me get envious and filled with rage and make them wish that they were me! Hexa-Gun reminds me of those type of people who are just simply jealous that their parents weren't as successful in providing for them and guarantees the safety and secure the future of their children and both Drank and Jones and Hexa-Gun are the product of those type of people. So since Drake and Jones want to try to humiliate me, on Battleground I will humiliate them, when I out wrestle them both and take away their chances of winning this tournament. I'm going to take it away like the English took away the natives land back when this country was being built! They want to think that they hold the power, that they have influence over the wrestling business!? Well, it's time for reality to come in and strike them both down because THIS, THIS is what power looks like. They may have forgotten who Angelo Brando is, but they will remember it after Battleground when I will beat them both and show them that even this model, this ultra-talented son of a gun is the greatest man to be walking among them today. Maybe when it's all said and done I will lock Drake away into an insane asylum or press charges against Jones for robbing and raping an innocent woman and I know I can get him locked away for that because of his skin color. They will soon come to grips with realizing that no matter how good or great you think you are in the world you live in, but when I come through town better believe that I will always be the man on top.

(The scene slowly fades away as Angelo walks out of his office.)

Zack Crash is my master and has been my master since day one. Unforgiving pain and misery on my opponents have been dedicated to my master. Zack Crash is not even close to a jackass or a moron. Zack Crash is the reason why I am here today, he saw something in me when I was released from the gates of hell at age seventeen....guess who ordered me to go to Dynasty and challenge someone at House of Glass? My master....Zack Crash, he knew a top guy was going to challenge someone like myself and he knew I could give that someone the biggest fight of his life...Guess what? Alex Anderson couldn't even look himself in the mirror for the rest of his Elite Answers Wrestling career by knowing the demon daddy took him out in his first free per-view victory. If you don't believe me your next in line to suffer more internal suffering from your's truly...the demon daddy will have no problem and sending you where I suffered for over ten years. You see Trent Yoder...I have a deal...NO! I have an order for you my son. 

Let's just say I may have made a deal with Mark Michaels over on Dynasty while I was scouting my new son Greg Ward. Little Yoder may have found the light...and you can as well Trent. You want your son back? Find the light...avoid Hurricane Omen, I AM ORDERING YOU TRENT! FIND THE LIGHT! Follow me Mr. Yoder....now your probably wondering where is Little Yoder at the moment? Well I'll tell you...Mr. Yoder, my first son Ecks is taking good care of Little Yoder in one of our finest caskets. He's locked in there so nobody else can harm him besides me....and I'll tell you a secret Yoder. Little Yoder must be the sacrifice, Little Yoder must find the light upstairs when god can take good care of him. So I'm ordering you Trent Yoder to choose between these options....ONE! Take the beating like a good son and find the light and join The Omen Family. TWO! Take Little Yoder's place and become the sacrifice. THREE! Oh wait...their is no number three because you will be to late when I will burn that casket ringside with Little Yoder inside and it will be too late to save him..The ball is in your court Yoder, we all know you believe in reincarnation. You maybe right it's time to declare war but I'm the one winning the war....Amen! FIND THE LIGHT!