Survival is the act or fact of surviving, especially under adverse or unusual circumstances. Life is an act of surviving. You eat and drink to survive. You work to survive. You go to the doctor to survive. Life is a test of survival. If you can’t survive, you lose your life. It’s just that simple. We go through our early years depending on others to help us survive. They bathe us, feed us, keep us warm during the cold winters, buy us things to keep us happy, it’s all apart of a natural instinct. It’s who we are as people. Growing up, we had to start making choices on our own. We had to start feeding ourselves, bathing ourselves, getting our own jobs to pay for what we want, taking care of our medical situations to keep us healthy. As adults, it is completely up to us to fend for ourselves, to keep ourselves alive. Every second, we’re put to the test with a new challenge to fight for our lives. It may even be the smallest battle. It could be just a simple challenge. Whatever it may be, we’re fighting for our survival. We can do it alone, or we can do it together. No matter what, it’s always up to YOU to keep yourself alive in the end.

That’s the damn truth.

It’s always up to you to keep yourself alive. Keep repeating that in your head and it’ll soon make you realize that, in the end, you’re all you got. This was the case last week when I had to step foot into the ring with Diamond Cage and face Drake Jaeger and Tiberius Jones. Not only was Diamond Cage injured, but he looked like he had no idea what was even going on. That left me to face both members of Hexa-gun, alone. Diamond Cage, being the weakest link in the match, was pinned before I could save him yet again. I fought my fight. I did what I could. This is a prime example on why I don’t rely on others to fight my battles with me. I fight them alone. I can count on myself to get the job done and that’s all I need. The battle where I fought alone, I walked away victorious. I didn’t have to worry about anyone else screwing me over, I didn’t have to worry about anyone else. Just me. After making a statement in, what I believe to be, the handicap match against Hexa-gun, I get to break in some new blood into the Land of Elite. Sephiroth signed his contract, got drafted to Showdown, and now hasn’t shut the hell up since. The thing that gets me, is that you actually think you’re an upcoming Champion. You haven’t even been through your first match yet and you have the audacity to make that kind of assumption about your career. You have yet to fully comprehend who you actually face tomorrow night. Yes, I am a FORMER EAW ELITE Champion. My reign as ELITE Champion is over, obviously, for more reasons than one. One being that the Title doesn’t even exist anymore due to some terrible choices made by this industry. All that I have to say is…

Once a Champion, always a Champion.

I reigned over EAW in just months after making my debut and I accomplished things most people still haven’t after all these years. My return, I made a man not only tap, but hasn’t shown his face since that match. I do this to people and I enjoy every last second of it. You continue to blabber on about how you think you know my moveset and how you know my every move. What’s funny, is, you can know it all you want, but the fact that you can’t defend yourself against it is your problem. People here have relied on the EXTREME part of EAW, more than learning the true meaning of wrestling. I mastered that meaning and I’m coming back to show every last one of you what it’s like to be able to wrestle with true skill and not hide behind weapons and dirty tactics. If you had finished doing your little research, which obviously you had to do to know I was the first ever EAW ELITE Champion, you would know that I’m not washed up or anything else you might’ve said that I purposely disregarded. Watch my return match and you’ll think otherwise. Watch my match against Hexa-gun where I survived against not one, but two other Elitists. Watch me step into the ring with you and make you beg for mercy. What I find to be so amusing about all of this, is that you think just because you don’t know how to shut up, you have me beat. You’re just like the rest of the cowards in this industry who pick the wrong fight. You, my friend, have picked the wrong fight. You throw these names around, like Grandpa, and all your other miscellaneous names, and you think that’s supposed to bother me? You’re just feeding into the beating you’re going to receive tomorrow night and the pain and suffering I’m going to put you through. This isn’t about having the spotlight on me, this isn’t about big fat paychecks, it’s about surviving.

It’s survival of the fittest. In other words, just...


TAP! OR! SNAP!

*Lioncross just got done with a successful signing outside of the Billy Goat Tavern in Chicago. His sister, Lauren, is with him.*

LC: These guys weren't talking so much about the Royals, eh?

Lauren: I think they're looking forward to next season. The Cubs are going to be a great team for a while - they had four rookies that had amazing seasons this past year! I mean... the Cubs are my pick to win the NL Central. For sure.

LC: You really think so? Even in November, you're this confident?

Lauren: Well, I guess I'm assuming the rookies will only improve.

LC: C'mon, sister - I'm a wrestler, you were a wrestler, and if there's one thing we both learned from the ring, it's to never assume. Never assume we're entitled to anything. Never assume our opponents will make mistakes in the ring. Never assume we'll even be able to wrestle tomorrow - injuries nearly did me in. And they actually did you in.

Lauren: *sighs* Yeah, thanks for reminding me. Wasn't even in the ring. Some idiot rival of yours attacked me with a chair.

LC: I've learned that lesson now more than ever. That's why I'm looking to enjoy myself here in EAW. You know, win some great matches for the fans. I'm not necessarily in EAW to chase titles - that's for the younger guns to do. They'll do it, then they'll get to where I am: able to enjoy a Billy Goat Tavern cheeseburger after a great week of training.

Lauren: You wouldn't turn down a title shot, though, right?

LC: I wouldn't. I just won't assume that I'll get one. Maybe EAW will look at what I've done in the past - the fact that I've been a consistent performer among the best of them. Then, you combine that with my... perfect 2-0 record here, and...

Lauren: ...yeah, speaking of which, I cannot believe you pulled that stunt, joking about quitting EAW.

LC: You sound angry. I was just having fun with the fact that a few colleagues have quit EAW recently, you know?

Lauren: Social media blew up! Twitter was going nuts within minutes of that video going online! People thought you were serious about quitting EAW - they were calling you the biggest bust of a signing since Fernando Torres!

LC: They watched the first minute and ASSUMED I was being serious, eh?

Lauren: But you ASSUMED that people would realize you were kidding. Welcome to 2015 - the era of knee-jerk reactions on social media. Then again, you're so behind on social media anyway...

LC: Well, I was ignorant of social media back when I was in CWF... and while I can't be blissfully ignorant of it now, I think I'm fine not having much of a presence on it. It's not like I get rewarded by EAW for how often I'm on social media, right?

Lauren: *small laugh* What a ridiculous idea THAT would be.

LC: Besides, I'm here doing the tried-and-true ways of showing the fans that I care about them. Signings. Public appearances in local parks. And cheeseburgers. Eating some good, local cheeseburgers.

Lauren: Speaking of cheeseburgers...

*The camera pans to Lyuncrust walking down the sidewalk toward Lioncross and Lauren. He's holding a bag filled with Billy Goat Tavern cheeseburgers, and he's wearing a David Price Detroit Tigers jersey. The Tigers logo is X'd out by what looks like permanent marker, and the Chicago Cubs logo looks to be attached to the jersey with duct tape. Lyuncrust suddenly gets mobbed by excited fans, who are loving the "Cubs" Price jersey.*

LC: So to sum this all up: our signing was a big hit, Billy Goat Tavern cheeseburgers are so awesome that Lyuncrust bought about 15 of them, rewarding wrestlers based on their usage of social media is a terrible idea, and the Cubs are going to sign David Price and win the NL Central.

Fan passing by: AND WIN THE WORLD SERIES! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Lauren: These Cubs fans have reason to be excited, but they might be in for a letdown.

LC: Well, we can't assume that, can we?

Lauren: *glances at the Billy Goat sign* With the Cubs? Perhaps we can.

 
Cailin Dillon walks into her apartment frantically checking her phone for something. She tosses it on to the counter and goes right over to a desk, flipping open the laptop and scouring through her e-mail and across the internet. Slowly but surely, she leans back in her chair and runs a hand through her long blond hair. Directing her mouse she turns on the camera and hits record.
 
What a weird time to be alive, everyone. By now, I hope many of you have seen how I outlined those seven sins of Haruna, how deadly they are and how they’ve brought us to the point we are now. I have a feeling she probably won’t respond to me. I won’t say that my intention was ever to shut her up. She’s not the annoying type that someone would feel the need to make silent. What I told her was the truth, and if it startles her and makes her become a hermit of sorts until we meet on Monday, then so be it.
 
She never understood why people had a problem with her becoming the Specialist champion in the first place, but I tried to lay it out for her. It doesn’t matter to anyone that she brought the house down with what she said before the scramble. She set a precedent with her attitude going into it. She won it and people didn’t cheer for her. They just went… meh. And it’s not because they were gathered around flying their flags for Eris LeCava or Maria Gonzales or Cloud Matsuda. Not even for me. They had that reaction over her because she had personally developed the rut that she looked to climb out of. I have said this numerous times, but Haruna should have been well on her way to becoming the Vixens champion after Pain for Pride. She knows that as well as we all do. But she went the opposite direction because she focused so much attention on that loss. You look up and down the Vixens roster that remains in EAW, and you won’t find another Vixens who handles herself like Haruna did after that. But it wasn’t just a short time effect for her. It was lingering, all the way up to the moment the Empress of Elite tournament began. When the schedule for that was released, a freshly scorned Haruna who was still trying to remain cordial with me told me she was circling our match. But apparently it was the only one she circled. She seemed to save herself for it while the rest of us busted our asses. She wants to know how I could possibly come out of that, practically tied with her, and look as good as if I had won it. It’s because that was a turning point for me in EAW. It was when the lightning bulb officially started to fade in for me. When I arrived here, I admit I had my head right up my ass. I could show you my trophies and belts that sit inside this apartment, but I now understand that they don’t measure up to what a title in EAW means. This is as good as it gets. One of my major flaws when I arrived here was thinking it would continue to be as easy as it had been before. The best wrestlers in the world end up in EAW, and if the can’t hang they fade away and sometimes they never make it back. It took me too long to realize that I had be at my best every night. And to be honest, I was downright foolish to ever approach my career in any other way. Towards the end of the Empress tournament, I started to realize I could turn a corner. And although I lost to Haruna, I simply learned from it instead. It was not going to be a loss that shook me to my core and made me unable to move forward. No loss will ever be that gripping to be mentally or emotionally. I left that match knowing it would be the last time Haruna ever beat me like that in a one on one match, ever again. I might have been her one circled date, the Super Bowl that she prepared for in a short season of nothing but exhbitions, but this time is different. I’ll be well rested and fully focused on taking her title. And no one can truly say they believe she can reflect the same towards me.
 
I came home today from a café visit with Cloud and started to get a little concerned. I hadn’t received word from anyone that Haruna said anything in response, but I just didn’t see anything. Was I concerned for her emotions? No. If my words can cause this much harm to her, as far and honest as they were, it is not of my concern. This is her own problem if that is the case. My concern was because I fully planned to take on a strong Haruna, not a weak an injured version of the girl who somehow won a title. I didn’t want to see her bow out when the war started to get really, really good. But if this is her choice, than so be it. If she doesn’t want to spend any more time talking about our battle, I’ll understand that. Simply show up on Monday ready to turn your belt over to me, Haruna. And don’t get it too dirty on your way into the arena. That’s a new belt after all, and it should still have that new smell and so fresh shine to it when the referee places it in my hands after our match. But don’t misunderstand me. Even if you really did show up prepared to hand your title over and you begged me not to fight you, I still would. Because I’m still going to earn this title, even if you are reluctant to be much of an opponent, I will make sure there is no doubt I’m the one who should come out of this match as a champion. Don’t let yourself get twisted in ideas about whether or not I have some sort or personal vendetta against you. I’ve shown nothing of the sort this week. While you’ve tried to create reasons to hate me and manufacture a way to call me your enemy, I’ve remained the same Cailin Dillon that’s primed to walk in and beat that title right off your waist. I was one of the few supporters after you won, and I think you’ll remember that. Maybe you want to forget it as we head into this match. But I’m always a competitor and I always commit to trying to be the strongest fighter in a match, both mentally and physically. Your Achilles heel was struck long before this match, and well before you ever thought of winning that title. You’ve been operating on your last leg for some time now. If anything you’re on life support. I won’t say that you can’t recover, because I believe that it’s inevitable that you will at some point. It’s just that now isn’t your time. Now is my time to rise up and become a champion. I wish I could tell you how to fix everything. Tell you what it will take to turn on that fire you had back at Pain for Pride. But maybe Tarah Nova really does have you in a mental grasp. That’s the one thing that’s always been most evident about you. And while you were searching for someone else to replace what she did for you, that inner fire that she lit, I knew the truth all along. No one else can do that for you. The type of fire you wanted me to lit, it’s based on passion not hatred. You were never inspired by Tarah like you were by me. You hated her all along, and you never hated me. And now you’re standing on the edge and staring down at doom, the soon to come end of your short title reign. Maybe after I become the champion that claims your belt, you will find some inspiration in my journey. For mine was rocky, and I never crumbled. Yours has been like a landslide, unstable and waiting to fall completely apart.
 
Cloud tried to give me some advice earlier today. She told me I should go easy on you and understand the feelings you are dealing with. It’s not that I don’t understand the things you are dealing with, the still lingering feelings you have, it’s that I wont allow your emotions to keep me from winning this match. It’s ok for you to still feel the way you do, but you must understand that I’m not in a position to reciprocate, nor will I ever be. Our past is just that, it’s past. And it’s ancient. If you want a friend, I’ll never stop being that. But I will not stand beside you and help you throw water out of your sinking ship. I can’t be your shoulder to lean on as we watch the Titanic go down together, searching for what’s left of your spirit to hang on to and float in the freezing waters. You will come back from this moment, but know that this moment will also be mine. You will walk into Battleground this Monday as the Specialist champion, and you will leave as just a fish in a wide pool of future contenders. Your reign as the queen will come to a close and there will be few who question whether it came to an end far too soon. For me, it will be the start of something new. It will be dreams finally realized as I stand in the corner and hoist up that title, my title. This will be the most important win of my career. And after this, nothing else will ever be the same. See you on Monday, Haruna. I can’t wait to become your new Specialist champion.
 
Cailin smiles as she hits record again to end the video. She gives another quick check of the internet and checks her phone before hitting up the twitter and posting the video right in. She stands up and looks over at her shelf of trophies and titles and reveals a newly cleared out space. The scene fades to black soon after.

Well, shit.

Guess Devan Dubian really did have it in him. After weeks of being laid out, being made to look like a fool and having his championship reign in doubt, he persevered! He experienced the biggest threat to his title, it was the most bleak his run as top guy had ever looked, and yet he pulled it altogether and came out on top, getting the magical underdog ending he wanted. Bravo, good for you, you got your precious win. I know you are all probably expecting some big blow up from me, but honestly, I’m not bothered in the slightest. This loss is no mark against me, I know I still am on that main event level and I also know that Answers World Championship will come to me soon enough. It wasn’t me who failed, Hades involvement is what lead to the match ending the way it did. Had it not been a triple threat and it was just me and Dub in the ring, one on one, there would have been a whole different outcome. Not to toot my own horn here, but when it came to my performance I was at the top of my game. I was a true equal out there, I had an answer for everything Dubian threw at me! Sure, I was knocked down a few times but I always got back in it and pushed him as badly as he did to me, he couldn’t keep both of my shoulders on the mat! Hades on the other hand lacked any kind of stamina and as soon as I was taken out of the equation, the match met its abrupt end. Watch the match for yourselves if you don’t agree with me, I took the Last Resort kick and came back swinging but Hades was down for the count! He got pinned! He lost the match, not me! Our Champion still hasn’t been able to refute my claims as deserving title holder, since my career has met its renaissance we have had no definitive finish against one another! There is one thing though, one thing that can be called definitive and that is the fact that for our past two matches, our interaction ended with me getting the upperhand! Both times I was closing in on victory until Hades stuck his nose in it!I think it’s safe to say the fact that he got a title shot for the event from some bogus contendership match is what robbed me of my victory! Now, as annoying the circumstances were, I don’t plan on dwelling on them for much longer, I have other things on my plate right now. One of those things being my opponent this week.

Erebus Jennings. That’s a name I haven’t heard in a long, long time. It’s a name that brings me back to over a year ago, way back when to AWF where I first introduced myself to the mainstream wrestling scene.  I had been assigned to the Chaos brand only a few weeks beforehand and the ink was barely beginning to dry on my contract when I checked out Legacy and saw some mysterious man in facepaint come out and plant Mr. DEDEDE on his first night. That man was you, Erebus. And from that day forward you had established yourself as a force on your brand, you became the fastest rising star on Legacy, but while this was going on I was progressing at a fast rate as well ; I had just obtained the Hardcore Championship and was handpicked for success. We were both considered the top prospects of the new crop of talent on our shows and were no doubt going to keep on skyrocketing, but then suddenly, on July the 19th, AWF closed its doors for good with Endgame. As I jumped ship from the Titanic and went on to bigger and better things for EAW, where were you? You were doing nothing except fading off into irrelevance. We were neck and neck at one point but then suddenly, you went stagnant and I continued my rise to the top, while you only now have gotten your contract, I was closing Voltage’s biggest event of the year! There was a reason why I got the call and you didn’t Erebus: Between the two of us, I was the one with any actual credibility. On my last night in the company, I was set to be in the biggest title match in the organization’s history. On YOUR last night, you were going up against who again? Oh, that’s right, you were curtain jerking with A-Will. You have all of these wacky effects, scary vignettes, this whole cause about fighting for darkness, even a menacing look, but it’s all a farce. The whole Erebus concept is a character designed to cover up a mediocre wrestler, you never gave us any real results to go along with the facade. Everything you succeeded at might as well have a great big asterisk at the end of it! Getting a AWF World title shot on your first pay-per-view? You were put in a beat the clock challenge against a bum! Winning the International title? That sure is great, you were put up against Reverend Vino, the House Vendetta member nobody even knew existed! What about gaining your roster spot, that’s an achievement right? You had to actually try out to get here and it wasn’t exactly top competition. You beat a man, who up until then had been sitting behind a desk for ages.  Ashten Cross hadn’t wrestled in about two years, and you struggled with him for a good twenty minutes!

For your entire AWF run you were known as someone who put fear into the hearts into some of the biggest titans in wrestling, you were a thing of legend... But now that we can finally pull behind the curtain, things don’t look as grand as they seemed. Everyone can see that Erebus just isn’t up to snuff with the rest of us who crossed over, he was a failed project who should have went down with the ship but for some reason his head has risen above the water. It’s time to put an end to that. You’re an unnecessary topic of discussion taking away attention that should belong to a true Shock Value standout : Me! I’ve already taken up the role of cleaning crew for the brand, cutting out the fat on our roster, I think this fits perfectly. What, with you being added to our roster because our GM wanted to make a bet to feel good about himself. You contribute nothing to the show, there’s no use for you! And come Sunday, I’m dragging you back down to rock bottom where you belong.

Jay Omen you have scooped to an all-time low. I mean, I didn't think you could get any lower but you have suprised me alot, Omen. *Yoder chuckles* Out of all things You can refer to Zack Crash as, you refer to him as master?!?! I mean the words I have to refer to him is as  followed:

Asshole.

Jackass.

Fucktard.

Shithead.

Moron.

Just to name a few. But you refer to him as your master... your master... And Jay Omen, I got to thinking a little I realized somethiong about you Jay Omen. You don't alligned yourself with the likes of Zack Crash because yo want too, no. You feel you have to be with guys like him. You think it would someho wbenefit your career. But know this, you don't have to scoop to the bottom level Jay Omen to be successful. Just like I refuse to scoop to the level of joining you and become one of Zack Crash's bitches.

See, people have always had these misconceptions about me. People take one look at me... The hardened eyes, the perpetual scowl, the imposing figure... They take one look at me and I’m instantly, and unfairly, type-cast as a psychopath in the eyes of the public. While I couldn’t give two shits aboutpeople think about me, they do need to understand that the human mind is complex. To develop a true killer instinct, one needs not fear or experience emotion in any juncture. 

Therefore, the time has come for a reincarnation. No, I’m talking about returning as some born-again, wannabe religious harlot who tries to shove his or her absurd ideas down other people’s throats as if they’re the in-vogue societal Kool-Aid. Instead, what the Empire is going to see in this reincarnation... It’s going to be nothing more than pure evil. I’ve had enough of being the guy who’s unable to make the most of his God-given power and raw talent, items of which I possess much more than an average joe like, say, Zack Crash. Mark my words, this reincarnation is going to be among the nastiest things ever seen not just in wrestling, but in all of society. Trust me, this reincarnation is something that would have made Hussein and Hitler’s skin crawl. I’m the killer that haunts the dreams of children around the world, and this week, the Empire is going to see as much. I’m done with being a bystander; the time has come to make a statement.

Jay, I hate doing this with you standing in the opposite corner, I really do. However, it seems as though it’s almost fate that’s doing this. In order to establish an evil, one must destroy the evil that had been previously established. You’ve got more of a pedigree than I do at being devious and spiteful, but now... It’s time to declare war. In order to become the new head of the dragon, the previous head must be slain beyond reasonable doubt. With that in mind, I welcome you to the Temple of Insanity and I will no longer be treated as the hunted. The hunter's initiation occurs this week, Jay, and you’d best believe that I'm going in for the kill. Oh, and one more thing: Once your head rolls in the ring at my bloody hands... I’ll be there to celebrate, with my old friends Jack Daniels and Jimmy Beam.

{David is standing outside The R.A.D. Betting Office’s door with the same annoying interviewer. David looks a little angry.}

Interviewer: Before we start this interview, I just wanted to know if you're ok? 

Yeah just out of gum is all. Oh and I don't know where Jack is so that's coo’. 

Interviewer: Alright cameraman, action! At this time I am pleased to be joined by one half of The High Rollerz, David Davidson! Tell me David, why..

Wait, you didn't laugh at my name? 

Interviewer: No, should have I?

I don't know, my opponents keep making fun of my name and I feel like I have hit rock bottom when two guys named Mexican Samurai and Dark Demon make fun of my name. I wanted to do this whole thing in a mature manner, ya know? After all we are supposed to be serious at all times! At least that's what I've learned since my time with Dynasty Wrestling. Are you having fun? You're suspended! Here's a ten thousand dollar fine! Down the card you go! 

Interviewer: David snap out of it! So why aren't you in the office today?

Remodeling obviously. What a stupid question man. I have places to be. 

Interviewer: Like where?

I don't know, my hotel room. I need to catch on my sleep. Only averaging thirteen hours a day, it's bad. 

Interviewer: Let's cut to the chase, your opponents responded and I was wondering if you have anything to say? 

Yeah I listened to the Demon of Dark and I caught most of Samurai’s. For starters I don't understand why everybody feels the need to film in a gym. It's just for show. It's like those YouTubers who give to the homeless. They aren't there to give those failures at life some food and money out of the kindness of their hearts, no, they are doing it just to get views, which gives them more money in their pockets. Such scum! Hey, remind me to start a YouTube channel. Anyways Dark Demon, everything you said, is what I imagined you to say. I wish I could've said everything I imagined and more, but no. There was no extra pizzazz! It's just Dark Demon and his usual spiels. At least from the few I've seen. You made fun of my name, which was coo’. I know, I already mentioned it, but I feel like I have to return the third grade insult, so you have cooties. Boom, roasted! On a more serious note, I like your attitude. Calling others stupid and then saying something like “You're the saying the same shit everybody says!” No I did not misspeak. That was Demon word for word. Do you even English bro?! Doesn't seem like it. I don't think you're as intelligent as you say you are and no, I'm not just basing it off of that one comment. Whoa the rook better stay in his lane am I right? Call it what you want. Call me a goldfish trying to swim by the big bad shark or the little geek taking a stand against the bully on the playground. You aren't invincible. You aren't better than everybody. I'm sure you'll say that statement is false and saying something like who am I to call you out? David Davidson that's who. I know that you have beaten some impressive people lately. Diamond Cage, Cameron, Heart Break Boy, all more accomplished than me. I get that. You might laugh at this comment, or try to spin it any way your little heart desires, but I don't care.. none of those people are me. But they are better than you, David! Only problem is, you have no factual information to back that up. I have never faced them before and I might not ever be given the chance. But I believe I would have more than a fighting chance at coming out victorious. Hey if you don't believe in yourself, then who will? You see Dark Demon we are kind of cut from the same cloth. Don't get me wrong I'm not saying we are clones or some shit. We both aren't afraid of anything in this world. I don't care who you are. I don't care if you are a fifty time world champion or a man who is 0-50 on Battleground, I'm still going to kick your ass and by small chance you squeak one past me, have me and that other person stand next to each other the next morning and you would swear that they lost in brutal fashion with bruises and fresh wounds covering their bodies from head to toe. But you don't care Demon, I know you don't. You live in your own little world, where the oxygen is bias. You live in a universe where you make the rules and you are the only one who can break them. A rebel you are! That's all fine, but where I live, you know, a place called reality, you are very full of yourself and you do run your mouth. Again disagree with me all you want and I'll tell you what, I'll try to run down somebody who will give a fuck, because I'm fresh out. Try again tomorrow, thanks. As I was trying to say, you aren't the top draw. Hey I know I'm not one either, but at least I can fight off my delusions and admit the truth from time to time! What's the last PPV you closed? When's the last time you even closed a Showdown? Perhaps it was lately, I'm just asking because I genuinely don't know. I don't follow Showdown as closely as you do, just like I don't follow you closely either. Ouch did that hurt your ego? The truth is you don't know The High Rollerz. Your manager or whatever his job title is, had to tell you about us. But you see you are in the same boat. I know your name. I know some of the titles you won but I wouldn't be able to tell you who you won it against or what the name of the show was off the top of my head. Like I just said, you've won many titles and right now, you just have one. When I say “just”, I mean no disrespect. It just proves to me that you lost those titles at some point, which also proves that the big bad Dark Demon, who isn't even big so let me restate that. The bad Dark Demon is beatable. You aren't perfect, shocking huh? And I know you claim you don't hate Mexican Samurai, but it's obvious there is tension there. You can act like there isn’t, but it exists alright. As time goes by however, the more I don't understand what your relationship with him is. Maybe direct me to your Facebook page to clear things up. Because I guess at some point, you used to team, which is beautiful, brought a tear to my eye, but just last week we have Samurai challenging you for a match, then ten minutes later you cost him his match and just today, Samurai is offering to be your friend and pretty much be your bitch by doing all of the dirty work while you reap the benefits. Which doesn't surprise me, since Mexican Samurai wouldn't take me on my bet, with actual money on the line, something he claims to be obsessed with, but makes his own bet with you, with drinks on the line. How boring. How boring the both of you are, to be honest. The only thing that caught my attention was when Dark Demon mentioned Cameron’s underwear, which was odd because from our last encounter, I don't remember her wearing any. Oh I kid, of course. Remember Demon, we are using third grade insults here. 

As for the Samurai, how are you? Chillin? That’s coo’. So how old are you? Like 30? But it seems you are like Michael Jackson(RIP), a boy trapped inside a man’s body. But hey who am I to ruin your fun? If you want to act like an ex-sports star who peaked in high school, then be my guest. Listen, I agree that you two could've gone very far in this tournament.. if you were on the opposite side from us, that is, but what are you going to do? Just make sure you pray before you go to bed tonight and hope a miracle happens on Showdown. Such as Jack still missing or something. Anyways I liked your little story on how you think we met, it was really cute. But I’m afraid we aren't gay. It's kind of odd how you have all these gay thoughts stored in your head. Maybe you have wanted to act on your “urges” ever since your uncle touched you. Look no further than Eclipse Diemos. He’ll help you out in that department. Again, I can see why you and Demon teamed at one point. Both very immature punks who laugh at jokes that even thirteen year olds would roll their eyes at. Can't wait until you have kids. You're already at that awkward/embarrassing stage of your life that would torture them, just like every other normal dad. But that's right, you would have to adopt with your lifestyle, which is becoming more normal I suppose. Again, I can match your mindset if you want, but I'd rather not. I don't want to lower myself to such a level. Also I like the fact that you say nobody watches Dynasty Wrestling, but know all about our win against MX-13 from like four weeks ago. It's nice to meet another fan. Do you have a poster of me that you want me to sign? Because I'll do it for you, sport. But you’re right, we didn't win at House of Glass because it's our fault that Mark Michaels can't kick out. My baaaad guys . Remember when you faced The Pizza Boy? 'Twas a good match, but in the end you too lost. You can say you had pity for him, when in reality I think we both know he was never going to say I quit, so you did. That's you in a nutshell it seems. When the going gets tough, you walk away from the situation. Perhaps that's why you offer your opponents a deal where you take a dive for money in exchange for a win. It saves you from embarrassment, which hey, is a good fall back plan. Jack and I were going to do something similar, but we actually have pride ya know? So we just bet on simple things, such as sports and poker. As I listened to you Samurai, it reminded me that you two have so much sexual tension between you and Demon. I like how he had to even check up on you during your promo. What is it they say? Relationship goals? Right? Yep, that's what you two are. So I'm going to skip past the lame threats, because I've heard them all before. Ring the damn bell already, watch the Samurais fall on their own sword and watch them make excuses on why they lost. Stick with the whole “I wanted to face you at Road to Redemption anyways!” It just might fool some of your naïve fans. If they exist that is.

(The camera displays a busy street in Reno, Nevada. The moon shines overhead as people are walking down the sides of the street. A commotion suddenly begins as a man is seen stumbling down the sidewalk bumping into people as he goes. The man has a beer in his hands and takes a drink of it. The man bumps into a woman. He looks up revealing himself as Venom.)

Venom: *hiccups* so-sorr-sorry lady. Please forgive me with a smooch.

(Venom puckers his lips at the lady only to be slapped in return.)

Venom: She's a mighty fine kisser.

(Venom takes another drink from his beer as he bumps into a man.)

Venom: I'm *hiccups* sorry *hiccups... what was I saying?

(Venom stumbles a few more feet before falling against the back of a man who quickly shoves him off.)

Man: Watch it before I kick your ass.

Venom: I'm so very sorry, pal.

(Venom lets out a loud burp.)

Venom: Let me make it up to you by telling you a story.

(Venom stumbles up to the man and puts his arm around him as he hiccups.)

Venom: At Voltage... VENOM IS BACK BABY!

(Venom screams out as people look at him with contempt as they walk by.)

Venom: EAW thought they were done with me, but that Oasis guy didn't finish me off. He should've given me the AA treatment and came at me with a flying carpet and everything. That's what AA did, he flew around on a flying carpet.

(The man pushes Venom off of him.)

Man: I'm this close to punching you.

Venom: It's *hiccups* okay, pal. Venom is here to help Team DCW reach new heights of awesomeness. We defeated Hexa-Gun on Showdown. Did you see that?

Man: No, I didn't see it. I still have no idea what you're talking about.

(Venom looks down sad.)

Venom: I'm sad that my old pal Nick Angel is missing out. While Maxwell Dachs and I are defeating Victor Adams and Isaac Zohar on Showdown and winning the Tag Team Titles, he's gonna go fight for a world title. What a fool.

(Venom begins to laugh as he suddenly hiccups again.)

Venom: I'm surprised Nick didn't walk over the top rope, I've never understood how he sees to walk anywhere to be completely honest with you.

(Venom downs his beer as the man begins to walk off. Venom quickly rushes towards him.)

Venom: Woah, woah, woah, pal. I ain't done talkin'. Team DCW defeated Hexa-Gun, but we ain't through yet. We're gonna win the tag titles, and this time I will finally hold them for more than 5 days... or 9 days... or however long it was before EAW gave me the boot. *hiccup* I-I-I...WILL BE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! TEAM DCW! TEAM DCW! TEAM DCW!

(Venom begins to march while yelling but suddenly trips and falls. He gets up and dusts himself off before stumbling back towards the man he was speaking too earlier.)

Venom: Victor and Isaac... I don't know those guys, but they won't make it past Team DCW. I gotta get my revenge at The Mercenaries for beating Nick and I at Pain for Pride. I am teaming with the former Intergalactic Champion and creator of Team DCW afterall, the man who led us to defeated Hexa-Gun. The man who asked me to help guide EAW towards greatness, Mr. Maxwell Dachs! I could see him as President one day. What do you think?

Man: I'm out of her.

(The man walks off as Venom watches him walk away. Venom then looks around as he seems confused.)

Venom: What was I doing again?... OH YEAH!

(Venom pulls out a beer can from his jacket pocket. He drinks it and begins to stumble down the street.)

Venom: Team DCW 1.0 will be Tag Team Champions!

(Venom continues to walk down the street as he chants "Team DCW".)

(The Camera fades to black.)

(The camera displays the outside of a small run-down shack. Rainfall is heavy, making the level of visibility low. Faint rays of moonlight piece the clouds illuminated the shack where the door is open. A crow then flies in the middle of the passageway. The camera then displays the inside of the shack. A single candle is lit, illuminating a place on the wall where the AWF International Championship belt is sitting. A man walks up and grabs the candle. He then examines the belt as the crow from earlier flies to his shoulders. He turns to the camera revealing himself as Erebus Jennings. Erebus continues to look at the title belt before petting his crow Nightmare.)


(Erebus picks up the title belt off the wall and approaches a nearby chair where he takes a seat. He lays the title belt across his belt as he continues to speak.)

Erebus: I expected... I knew that obstacles would present themselves to me the moment I decided to enter EAW. But never did I expect that the preliminary stages of my tenure in this company would be met with a foe as formidable as Ashten Cross. But I understand why. He was a man plagued by others; an individual who was once pure that had become corrupted by the world around him. To spread Darkness in EAW, I first had to become a wrestler here, and in doing so, I assisted a man in finding his salvation. Ashten Cross made me realize just how harrowing this mission I have implemented to spread darkness in EAW will truly be.

(Erebus stands up once again and examines the International Title Belt before approaching a nearby table where he picks up a picture that displays Scott Oasis with the AWF Hardcore Championship.)

Erebus: We both started our journey in the same place, and now the paths we walk will finally intersect. Any attempt to get you to divulge your feelings following Shock Value would be met with futility, but one thing that is apparent, Scott, is that entitlement has become a primary source of concern for you. We were both primary representatives of top stars on Legacy and Chaos in AWF. We both became champions at one point, but our momentum was halted by the sudden closure of the company. Your fresh off a loss at Shock Value and I barely escaped with a win. We're in similar positions, whether you choose to believe it or not. I watched how severely you longed for a World Title Opportunity and the things you had to do to even attain it. But is all of this a facade? Are you really a strong willed, ruthless individual like you portray, or do you do the things you do to conceal a far more vulnerable aspect of you? You'll be tested by not only me, but by darkness on Voltage, and any possible facade of yours will no longer be shielded by your attempts at concealment, as even complete darkness can bring to light ones most despicable secrets. The reason that this is an ideal time for us to meet is that you're in a state of vulnerability and the slightest amount of pressure, the slightest push, can send you over the edge, revealing who Scott Oasis truly is. Perhaps you hide nothing but not even you can feign the anger and disappointed that plagues you at this very moment over your loss. This is why we must test each others fortitude. You must be tested to determined if you hide in the shadows just waiting to be discovered and I must be tested to learn how far darkness will push me to spread it so that it may become the new foundation of this company. I desire that our encounter will bring clarity to the both of us and maybe you can assist me in awakening the latent darkness within me. The same darkness that propelled me to ascend to extraordinary heights in AWF; I'll need it when I liberate not only you but everyone who present themselves as my opposition.

(Erebus sets the International Title belt back on the shelf. He then places the picture of Scott Oasis and sets it over the fire it burns to ashes.)


(Erebus steps outside as the heavy rainfall continues. He holds the candle out in the rainfall as the flame is doused by the water. Heavy clouds pass over as complete darkness befalls the shack except for the dark figure of Erebus. His crow nightmare lets a screech as Erebus walks into the rain.)

(The Camera fades to black.)

(Cameras open up as The Heart Break Boy is shown leaving out of his locker-room and runs into Barney M. Bailey, Stand & Deliver's manager.)

Barney: How is PB doing?

HBB: He's doing fine. We're ready and prepared for our match against Piff and Landerson.

Barney: Really? Report Card?

HBB: There's nothing really to report. We have done fellowship and trained for our match, that's about it.
 
Barney: OK, HBB. I'm counting on you. Don't get too exhausted by handling the kid. He's a good kid and I believe in him.

HBB: Well I do too but don't count on me. Count on the God in me to change Pizza Boy so we can deliver.

Barney: Yeah, yeah... The God stuff.

HBB: Maybe you need a bit of counseling yourself.

Barney: Come on now, HBB. I was born this way... There's nothing that can change me.

HBB: We were all born sinners. Have you ever tried to read and discern the scriptures of the Bible?

Barney: Nope. I run a pizza company. That's all that I know what God called me to do.

HBB: How do you know if you don't have a relationship with the creator?

Barney: Listen, HBB... I don't have time for pep talk. I just wanted to see how the boy was doing! I'm not the one with the problem!

HBB: Calm down. If God corrects you, don't take offence. God corrects the ones that he loves.

Barney: I thought God loved us all?

HBB: Yeah, true but that doesn't mean he is pleased with us. It's like your natural father. Just because the love is there, doesn't mean he likes your actions.

Barney: Well... I....

(Suddenly former wrestler from other companies such as AWL and CWF, Leonardo Otis shows up behind HBB. Barney points behind him as HBB is surprised by LEOtis' first appearance in Elite Answers Wrestling)

HBB: Leonardo Otis... Long time no see.

(LEOtis pulls out a cigarette and blows smoke into HBB's face. Afterwards he tries to hand HBB a cigar)

HBB: No thank you. You should know what I represent now.

LEOtis: The Bible must have hit your head real hard there, HBB.

Barney: Who is this guy?

HBB: He is---

LEOtis: Allow me to reintroduce myself. I am Leonardo Otis. I am the man that owned a billionaire business with cigars and cigarettes. I used to wrestle too. I was pretty good until I realized how much of a waste of time this business was to me. I'm already filthy rich, so what's the point? Oh yeah... I also "used" to be HBB's pot dealer.

(LEOtis takes a puff of his cigarette again)

Barney: Wow... And come to think about it. HBB and PB's opponents this week, smokes a bunch of....

HBB: Don't snitch!

LEOtis: Weed? Who gives a load of crap? I remember when EAW had someone get shot live on camera like an episode of Jackass. I'm pretty sure they'll let someone say "weed," on camera.

Barney: I think its crazy that a guy named Piff believes that he can beat one of the greatest performers in this industry today along with a guy that isn't too much of a push-over himself.

HBB: Also the fact that he's going to be high during this match. I don't think we can really take him serious. I know that back in the day, I used to smoke but never during a match.

LEOtis: I used to smoke all the time during my matches! And look how I turned out to be!

(HBB and Barney look at LEOtis' fat gut and semi-black gums and lips)

HBB: Yeah... We see.

LEOtis: Besides, God made weed for the earth! It helps for cancer and other such things.

Barney: I heard that it killed brain cells.

HBB: Well I don't want to hinder you from facts. This is something that I believe in and it also says so in the Word that we must have a "sound mind." This means we must have a sober mind, no other substance or buzz to cherish over the ability to hear or listen which God has gifted us with.

LEOtis: Sounds like a bunch of bull.

HBB: Well it's not really healthy. There's no point of it. You don't want your kids to grow up smoking it themselves unless you're not trying to portray the mature parent.

LEOtis: I will smoke, smoke, smoke my lungs out! I don't care. If my son wanted to smoke, so be it! If that makes him a billionaire like his dad.

HBB: Stop lying, Leo... Your business went down ages ago. I told you in CWF that your business won't last long because you're competing against the government, who are very known to make sure that cigarettes or drug leveled materials are found on every liquor store corner by handlers. Your stuff wasn't helping them out, only killing their momentum.

(Barney looks over at LEOtis)

LEOtis: Well aren't you so smart?! Fine! Yeah, we're out of business but I'm still rich.

HBB: If you're rich then why are you here?

LEOtis: I wanted to get a gram.

HBB: So you need my twenty dollars to do so?

LEOtis: Yes.

HBB: Hahahahaha (HBB turns into a serious face) No.

LEOtis: Come on, HBB! I'll pay you back... I just need just a little more.

HBB(turns over at Barney): You see what weed/smoking usually does to you? You can have all the money in this world while smoking but at the end of the day, consequences will come to cut you off. You can be Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg but just because their names are on the Forbes lists and all, doesn't mean they have yet to face their punishment. (Maybe they're just doing the government a favor) Because just as God blesses those that obey. The devil will bless those that believe they're serving God.

Piff & Landerson. You will never find happiness with facing blunt after blunt. In fact, you will mound up to anything in this business with your hindrance. In fact, let Leonardo Otis become an example for the both of you. If you have any idea what you're stepping into for this match then you would lay down the dime bags. You will at least try and attempt to give us something worthy enough for a response. And you will understand that you're not going to move on into this tournament match. Actually, I'm done. I will see you blunt monkey's tomorrow.

LEOtis: I NEED MONEY!

HBB: You need deliverance. Step into my office.

(HBB pulls the head-downed LEOtis into his locker-room while Barney looks on stretching the hairs on his chin as the cameras face to black.)

A wise man once said these gospel words of truth:
 
“Smoking on this weed, this is all I need”
 
That man’s name was Calvin Cordozar Broadus, Jr. better known to the world as Snoop Dogg. And these words are a mantra; a way of living if your name is The Piff & Landerson Experience. You see, esé, Landerson and me don’t need any tag team titles. We don’t need that strap of gold and leather to prove we’re the best tag team in EAW history. All we need is some buds of that danky dank THC to be happy; and once we’re happy – and blazed – we’ll get in the ring and beat down anyone who we’re up against with our lucha libre, holmes. Shock Value might not have gone to plan for EAW’s Finest Strain, your boy Piff Fumador – but it’s all chill, it’s not always about winning, it’s about smoking weed until you die. And like Popeye’s spinach, The Piff & Landerson Experience roll up our green leaves to get our super powers. You see, Landerson hasn’t always been the most successful luchador here, that’s fair to say. But that was before he started blazing like it was 4/20 every day, now he’s a machine in the ring; just like his tag partner. The in ring debut of the Piff & Landerson Experience is gonna go down in history as the most grande tag team debut since Mobb Deep hit the rap scene in the 90s – and just like their biggest hit, all our opponents will be the ‘Shook Ones’, homie. Once I hit a 420 Splash or a DDTHC while Landerson does his thing, The Mercenaries are gonna be facing the number one contenders for the tag team titles… THE PIFF & LANDERSON EXPERIENCE!!! VIVA LA VIDA LOCO!!! This tag team tournament will be pretty crazy, like there are so many teams of former champions and shit; it’ll be a big task for us to try and win it, but with determination in our heart and dank smoke in our lungs we are gonna go out there and flip, whip, and hurricanrana any team that we wants a piece of us.
 

Stand and Deliver seem to be the first gringos who want a ‘slice’ of Piff and Landerson in the ring. Oh man it’ll be hard to go into that match without fantasising about Pizza – with how high LanderPiff will get before the match our biggest opponent would be our own munchies! Pizza Boy and The Heart Break Boy, uh, the Heart Break Pizza Boys? Yeah those two putos, they better prepare for their pizza to get BURNT! Because The Piff & Landerson Experience are gonna BLAZE YOU UP, ESÉ! After a Kush Coma to the head from your boy Piff, and a West Coast Pop from your other boy Landerson – Stand and Deliver will be nothing but I pile of dough in the middle of the ring, when the Piff & Landerson Experience make pepperoni out of you two meat heads… But to be fair, HBB is an EAW legendo and Pizza Boy has been a spicy chorizo calzone since he became an elite. Piff & Landerson know about you too gringos, we might have been a bit too blazed but we still kinda know your deal, what you’re all about. However you know nothing about us, which might be for the worst homies; it might take you by surprise when you get one of those sweet DDTHCs in the middle of the ring. I’m just saying, the Bit Luchador and EAW’s Finest Strain have the bromance to be one of the greatest tag teams of all time – We’re like the Cheech and Chong or Harold and Kumar of the wrestling world, or the Dre and Snoop. We smoke blunts and kick butts; that’s what we do. Stand & Deliver, if our ass kicking is even one minute late, it’ll be free; and believe me, with how high we’ll be at Showdown, we will definitely be late… Uh, that sounded way better in my head… But whatever, Stand & Deliver’s asses are grass, and The Piff & Landerson Experience will smoke it in the middle of the ring…

It’s time…I SAID…it’s time! Time for what?  Time for the cherry-poppin, leg-dropping, heart-stopping, anal-ripping, bird-flipping, drunk-pissing, jobber-dissing,  vixen-kissing, fanboy-jizzing, best god-damn motherfucking tag team that don’t give no fucks, except that one with your mom, you stupid, fucking bitch.  The Notorious Samurais, motherfuckers!! That’s right, we are doing a sequel because one time just wasn’t good enough, no, because we had so many wet bitches in the front row that kept moaning our names for seconds , that we came out of retirement to whip that ass again.  

God, when I look at the brackets it just isn’t fair, it’s like a game of Madden except Dark Demon and I are create-a-players with 99 all stats, it’s like someone put in a game shark and introduced fucking God Mode in this tag team tournament bracket.  If I was any other team, I would just give up.  Just unbuckle your pants and slide them down to the knees because what you are about to see is the biggest ass-fucking of your life. People from Tijuana travel to the Unites States to tell their friends that they saw this shit because what they are seeing is an entity that is larger than life.  What’s that?  That’s the collective sound of every Vixen on the roster once again reaching orgasm, and we going to ride that tidal wave like it’s splash mountain, so Dark Demon, you better get ready for the camera on the drop.  

Things…feel a little different this time though.  I thought that I had come up with a grand idea to make money for both of us, Dark Demon, but you seem to be hostile towards the fact that you won’t face me in one-on-one competition.  Do you really think that I’m not up to your caliber?  Just because I don’t have the marquee name value of someone like Heart Break Boy or Diamond Cage doesn’t mean that you can just sit back and not take me seriously. Let’s face facts, you are the big-name elitist that is going to get me over and towards the main event scene, because that’s specifically the kind of person that you are.  You go around and trump older Hall of Famers to build your legacy, and my chosen destiny is to be the young upstart that is going to tear it all down.  I’m not really young though, and I’m not really an upstart so I guess that wouldn’t make a lot of sense, but I’m here and I want a fight.  I guess things that can really turn towards the impossible.   

I’m sure that is what the High Rollerz think, because they’ve been on a little roll over on the Dynasty Brand.  I can totally understand how they would know about us, because it’s rather easy to research wrestlers who are on the big show in EAW.  Who here watches Dynasty?  Raise of hands?  No, seriously…can someone raise their hand and tell me they are a fan of Dynasty?  No, not a fan of Mr. DEDEDE, I’m talking about someone who is watching the young, developing talent…oh, I give up!  Who are the High Rollerz and why do I care?  Well, boys and girls, let me tell you the story of the High Rollerz and how they came into prominence. 

One day, there was a tag team that no one gave a shit about and they suddenly got a match with The Notorious Samurais.  THE END.
 
Just kidding, let me tell you the real story. 

David Davidson (what a stupid goddamn name, even worse than mine) and his little fuck-buddy, Jack Ripley became best friends in college when they realized they were both into high stakes betting. It started when David Davidson played a little truth or dare with Jack Ripley over some drinks, and things slowly started to escalate.  “I bet you won’t get on your knees and suck on this!” Jack Ripley stated as David Davidson took his shirt off, “I’m not a losing man!” said David with a sly smile forming on his lips as he opened his mouth and enveloped David down this throat.  There were other appendages and organs used, a gerbil, and even a ukulele, and as David and Jack intertwined with one another, they started simulating pinfalls… two wrestlers were born.  
 
Now, I know what you are saying, that I have some kind of yaoi fetish, but I’m just posting straight facts here people, I’m just as disgusted by their actions as you are.  These perennial, Las Vegas, losers are addicted to the high-stakes gambling of wrestling and might think that they are big winners but Dark Demon and I are sure to initiate them to the culture of “losing” much like the first time they stepped up to real opposition at House of Glass.  High Rollerz are nothing more than a set of competitors that has been handed wins against absolute losers like MX-13 and some other forgettable, clueless people.  Who wrestles on Dynasty anyways? There is a reason why The Notorious Samurais are the absolute favorite to win the whole tournament and that is because, deep down inside, you fear that if there is even a slight possibility that Dark Demon and I are on the same page it will all be absolutely over.  We will steam roll over you, High Rollerz.  It won’t even be a match, just genocide inside the squared circle.  That’s why I’m imploring that there be a tape delay in this match in case there happens to be a fatality inside the ring.  The High Rollerz are nothing more than cannon fodder for the match up that everyone really wants, and that is The Notorious Samurais vs. Stand and Deliver.   

It’s going to hurt The High Rollerz so much to know that no matter how much bonding, strategizing, and effort it takes to build a real tag team, that it will all go to shit the moment two larger than life, motherfuckers get together and form an alliance.  

That’s why… 

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Suddenly, without warning, Dark Demon walks in front of The Mexican Samurai as he is in the middle of a promo.  Samurai stops looking into the camera and comes face to face with Dark Demon as they both go nose to nose, as they stare each other down. 

Dark Demon:  If it isn’t the lil’ pussy wain, hisself?  I hope you get down on your knees and start praisin’ the lord ‘cause of the opportunity that he gave ya. I’m ‘bout to give your first championship belt and all you can do is whine and complain’ about all the opportunities that were never given’ to ya.  

The Mexican Samurai: Opportunity?  You want to talk about giving me an opportunity?  Where the fuck was my opportunity when you turned down my match for Territorial Invasion?  Are you too stupid to realize that we could make a whole hell of a lot of money by facing one another in a marquee event or are you too busy trying to feed your ego by beating old, has-beens? 

Dark Demon eyes Samurai up and down.

Dark Demon: Speaking of ol’ has-beens.  

The Mexican Samurai: Oh is that it?  Do you really think that I’m the weak link of the team? Why don't you step up and show ME that you can carry your own weight on this team?  I'm sick of everyone looking at me as though I can't win the big one, that I'm the one that is going to let everyone down if we somehow end up losing.   

Dark Demon: That's 'cause you're a loser, Samurai.  Yuv always been a loser and it's a real shame that I have to carry you on my back in order to win this tournament. Try not to go out there and fail, just like you do every time a big match happens. 

The Mexican Samurai: Why!? You son of a bitch!  I'm not the goddamn weak link of this team!  The High Rollerz asked me if I wanted to make a gamble...to take a risk. I won't be placing a bet with David Davidson or Jack Ripley, no...I'm going to make a bet with you. I want to see that competitive side out of you, Dark Demon, because I know that deep down inside, you want every championship that is within the hallowed walls of Elite Answers Wrestling. Can you imagine if you were wearing all the belts at one time? What a feat. You truly would go down as the best wrestler of all time. 

Dark Demon: Trying to pretend as though I give a shit about the belts, eh? 

The Mexican Samurai: You're ego might be too high to ever admit it, but I sense that you seek total domination within in the industry. I don't care if you realize it or not but I'm your meal ticket in making sure that the tag team title belts are within your possession just like you are my meal ticket in making as much money as possible. Do you really just want to be a Hall of Famer or do you want to be known as the greatest of all time?  

Samurai takes a step back and smile plants across his face as Demon looks on in confusion. 

The Mexican Samurai: I bet I'll be the one who makes the winning pin fall.   

Dark Demon:  I'll kick both their little arses, while you'll be sucking up wind.  

The Mexican Samurai: Loser, has to buy the other one drinks for the night? 

Dark Demon: I'll make you go broke. 

The Mexican Samurai: You crave competition, Demon, but I'm going to make sure that I outshine you in this tournament by simply doing everything that you do...better. 

Dark Demon: Oi, is that right, bitch? 

Dark Demon shoves Samurai's face with his right hand as both men start scuffling, Demon pushes Samurai into the wall as other wrestlers and referees come and start to pry the wrestlers apart from one another as things get exceedingly more violent. Both men huff and exchange words. 

The Mexican Samurai: I'M GOING TO WIN THIS TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP ON MY OWN IF I HAVE TO! I JUST HOPE THAT YOU HAVE THE BALLS TO SHOW UP! 

Dark Demon doesn't responds, giving nothing more than a coy smirk as he quickly flips the bird and then shoves the respondents away, not wanting anybody to get in his way as he turns around and walks away. 

The Mexican Samurai:  THAT'S RIGHT, JUST WALK AWAY LIKE A GODDAMN CHUMP!!! JUST REMEMBER THE BET THAT WE MADE, BECAUSE I DARE YOU TO TRY TO OUTSHINE ME DURING THIS TAG MATCH. 

Samurai pushes away the refs and other wrestlers surrounding him and makes his exit. 

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Dark Demon, that guy gets under my skin and he has the audacity to tell me that I show too much emotion. The guy who "simply doesn't care?", I'm JUST HERE SO I DON'T GET FUCKING FINED. Dark Demon, you might not have any hatred towards me, but I hate the hell out of you...but this isn't about you. It's about that other team.

High Rollerz you won't be getting your "Holly Holm" moment; you are not the underdogs who are going to "shock the world" this upcoming Showdown via head kick. I hope you didn't place a bet on yourselves, because this isn't going to be an opportunity to make cash; instead this will be an eye-opening experience to the amount of depth that runs in the tag team division. You have time on your side though because you are young, inexperienced and, at times, even funny. You might get an opportunity at tag team gold later on down the line but this isn't the time or place in which that opportunity is going to happen. It's The Notorious Samurais' time.
  
Do you understand that?

You are stepping into a tumultuous time in which you have two angry, pissed-off competitors looking to one up another even if that means winning the tag titles in the process. "Oh, but Samurai! What if you and Dark Demon aren't on the same page?"  Sure, there'll be some deficiencies that we have to overcome but we'll have to wait until Showdown to see just how well we click with one another.   

This isn't the first time that we've tagged together.   

I don't think the High Rollerz realize that we already have some experience under our belts, and every naive person thinks that this is some makeshift tag team that is debuting together in the squared circle. You are gravely mistaken, we've already defeated competition when we tag teamed a couple of months ago on Showdown. We defeated the team of Diamond Cage and Jason Cage with relative ease.  

How can nitpickers dare to bet against us? 

Then again, maybe I'll just take a dive for shits and giggles so that I can make as much money as possible. I'll place a huge bet under the High Rollerz and I'll be more than happy to eat the pin fall, take my large amount of cash, and then go home. Way to go, High Rollerz, you already figured me out... I have to exceed expectations though, that would be taking the easy way out, but there simply is much more money in advertising as being one part of the NEW tag team champions of the world. At least much more revenue than those scrubs, The Mercenaries, who are nothing more than inter-gender embarrassments.  

I'll take a risk and state that we'll beat The High Rollerz rather easily, because much like The High Rollerz don't give a fuck about Dynasty, Showdown or EAW.  I don't give a fuck about The High Rollerz and in this little game of poker, I'm the wild card and we are going to royally flush you down the toilet back to obscurity. We are playing Russian Roulette except the two bullets in the chamber are going to shatter the soul of whatever competitive spirit is left in the heart of Jack Ripley and David Davidson, because after we are done with both of them...they'll simply never want to wrestle again. 

Knowing that they couldn't conquer the top of the mountain.
 

team dcw mania is running wild we going to beat these two no name jobbers. team dcw had a hard week being busy now we get to relax by beating up two jobbers. venom and kimbo 4 lyfe.




(ooc: fuck you guys ive been busy all week.)

~ A dark stairwell comes into view as a figure is sitting on the lower end of the stairs. His head is leaning against a wall. After a brief moment of silence the figure begins to speak as the camera pans up to his face. It is none other than Sephiroth. ~
 
Well well well, what do you know? No reply from Mr. Cage. I wouldn’t blame him if he tucked his tail between his legs and ran away, it would be the right thing to do to be honest. Sure he’ll go down in history as the coward who ran for his life, but can you really blame a washed-up has-been such as Jason?


The man once used to be the best at what he did, but I guess he never took history classes because if there’s one thing everyone should be aware of, then it is the fact that no one stays the best. Atleast not if you’re Jason Cage. Poor guy pushed his body to the limit, and now he can’t even put up a verbal fight, let alone face off in the squared circle. Let this be a reminder to the higher ups in EAW about what I am truly capable of. Or better yet, what YOU all are not capable of. You may stand toe to toe with me, but I stand head and shoulders above you wretched, inferior sheeps. Its about time I clean this place up of old, non-functional mess. These guys who apparently think that they “still got it”. Be honest, you ain’t got jack. The only reason guys like Jason Cage come back to this company is to take home the big fat paychecks. Well, sorry to inform you grandpa but you’ve had enough time hogging the spotlight, starting with you I will make my mark in EAW history. What better way to pave my path and cement myself in the echelons of greatness in this company than to take out the company’s very first Elite Champion? Truly there is no other way, alteast not right now. So I guess I’ll be seeing you at Showdown Jason. And you better lace those boots up real tight because you’re gonna be hanging them after I’m done with you.
You know what they say: in with the new, out with the old.



~The camera remains on Sephiroth’s face, his bloodshot eyes glaring at the camera. Slowly the scene cuts to black~ 

[ The scene opens to Angelo Brando sitting in one of his luxurious chairs in one of his residents located in Italy. Before he begins to speak he begins to use his fingers to brush through his perfect blonde hair as he lets out a soft chuckle and then a smirk.]

You know it's funny to me because for some reason I think that everyone in EAW or Dynasty Wrestling forgot who I am. I don't know if it's the lack of intelligence or you have a short attention span or what but let me make this clear that I'm the fucking star of every show I walk in. No matter if it's Dynasty Wrestling, Voltage, Showdown, Battleground, or any FPVS on the calendar I'm the star, I'm the focal point and any person with a brain knows that I'm a draw, knows I have that "it" factor that everyone in both companies claim that they have. But for some odd reason for the past few months I have been subjected to be teaming up with guys who aren't even fuckin with being in inches away from me. Guys like Mark Michaels and now this guy named Lance Hart. What do you all think this is? I know I'm the greatest man alive right now and I'm the best at everything I do whether it's modeling, wrestling, tennis, playing video games tournament etc but for some reason you all think I'm this fountain of youth that gives guys that are struggling to get by on a day to day basis some rub of good luck and they can magically become great or something. Like that's the only logical explanation I can come up with, like I'm sorry but I refuse to do anything like that. Lance Hart, is just a little boy that aspires to be like me, he's too timid, too soft and he tries so hard to act like he has a backbone. For far too long I have sat and listened to guys like MX...whoever they are, Eclipse form the joke squad and other bottom feeders pander to me and they are smart in doing so because they realize how great I am and they don't want to get on my bad side. But that's not the point on why I have decided to open my mouth. The point I want to drive home is that I'm above this tag team division, I'm above the Unified Tag Team Championships, I shouldn't even be here competing in this joke of a tournament for those useless titles. When I speak of championship gold I want the New Breed Championship, The Pure Championship, National Elite, Hall Of Fame, World Titles etc, hell I even take the Vixens Championship and the Specialist Title too because I deserve all of them. I'm on a level that only God himself wish he could reach and I would be damned if I have to be forced to compete with a man like Lance Hart. Hell I should have been given guys like Dark Demon or Tig Kelly, guys who look like they can at least share the same room as me. But nope, I'm force to baby sit a child in Lance Hart, I don't have time to entertain Drake and Jones because they are also not on my level and it doesn't matter if I get fined for $150,000, on Dynasty Wrestling! HA! That to me is nothing more than chump change so go right ahead with fining me because that doesn't hurt me whatsoever! So whoever thought that making me pay money for not competing with low lives like The Iconomy, or whomever I'm facing or going up against. I'm not like these other guys that you can pull on a string, I'm a Pure Blood, The Socialite Prince, I'm The fuckin Rockstar of this generation and the wrestling world! I am Angelo Brando and I'm worth more than both EAW and Dynasty Wrestling and everyone's lives that wrestle in either promotions COMBINED! So call me on my cell phone and when you want me to compete, I'll compete but I will compete when it's worth me actually getting in the ring.

[Angelo Brando gets up from his chair and superkicks the camera and then the scene abruptly fades to black]

 
 
As Haruna Sakazaki relishes the time she spends choosing her next set of words, I’ve had ample time to decide what she needs to hear from me instead. The more I dwell over the fact that she’s the Specialist champion, the more everything around her remains the same. You see, Haruna is a fine person. She is strong at times, fierce at others and she even shows the heart of a champion on occasion. But the mistakes she makes are deadly. They are the sins of a champion that is grasping on to straws as she attempts to save face. Yes, it is she that is champion and I that is challenger, but why does it feel like I am the one defending this title and approaching this week like I am the champion looking to ward off a challenge. It’s backward of how it should be, true, but I won’t change anything about the way I’ve come into this week. There is no doubt that I’m not only capable of being EAW’s Specialist champion, but worthy of the title as well. Before she found herself holding the Specialist title, Haruna proved that she could was an ample contender by using her words, She took the final shot against her competitors and put in the best word of all. But this week she has been more quiet. When she looks at me as an opponent, she is forced to go to places she doesn’t enjoy. She wants me as a rival and a friend. She wants to love me and hate me together. These are all just part of the seven deadly sins of our current Specialist Champion.
 
Her first sin comes from her unbelievable, carnal desires to be dependent on others in her life. She lusts over women like Ariana Grande and I, finding solace in the affection that she can get in return. She doesn’t just desire such, she purely lusts over it. She allows it to be what makes her feel good or eave her sad. These choices put her in a state of flux, confused over which direction to go. She tried to get close to two women and ultimately pushed them both away, or at least put them in a position where they could push her away instead. And now, when she is facing the first challenger to her crown, she is lost somewhere in the middle still. When she talks about me, she doesn’t understand if she loves or hates me. She says she has love for this Vixen, her challenger, but she is forcing herself to hate her. The truth is the lust is still very much in her heart and soul. She is still trying to convince herself she is done with the feelings that ultimately ended her relationship with Ariana Lopez. She still wishes I hadn’t decided to push her away when she asked me to give her something I wasn’t willing to. I would not let myself be wrapped up in the lust. I was not willing to let this sin be one that brought me down. I was not willing to follow in her footsteps.
 
When you lost to Tarah Nova at Pain for Pride, you managed to even elevate your status within the Vixens division. Ample opportunities should have followed and you should have been well on your way to taking Tarah’s title. But this didn’t happen. When something didn’t go your way, you started to talk more about what you deserved from that moment, then continuing to make every effort to back it up. There was an over-indulgence on your part of the temporary attention your success brought along with it. So you let it all slip out from underneath you, wasting it and letting yourself fall flat on your butt. You put yourself in a position to have to build your way back up from the bottom, all because you couldn’t get out of your own way. You were the one who brought confusion to what your craft had become. Were you still the Haruna that nearly upset Tarah, or were this other one that tended to lose matches and complain? No one could figure this out. And even going into the scramble, these question about you stlll existed. You should have put this noise to rest long before you did, and that’s why you became so worried about what was being said behind your back. What other champion do you know of that wins, only to immediately go searching for who didn’t think she deserved it. You believe everyone is out to talk badly about your title and you find this unfair. Your doubters only exist by your own mistakes. You created the message that made them turn their back on you.
 
Your greed became such in this company that a title was the only thing that meant anything to you. You grew upset when others received opportunities when you thought you deserved them instead. The main reason you believed you deserved these opportunities is because you were here longer than them. The truth is as soon as they set that title belt in your hands, as soon as you won the scramble, something changed inside of you. You did not possess a champion’s heart at that moment, you became obsessed with the gold. Everything after that was about keeping people from taking it, not proving your worth as a champion. You think you need to prove doubters wrong? You simply need to prove you won the scramble because you were the best. No one doubted your ability. They doubted your attitude. But in the moment of being greedy about keeping that title all to yourself, a regular Gollum of professional wrestling, you have chosen to take on an altered persona all together. No longer did you want to be the Haruna that had worked her way up to winning that title. You thought you needed to be a different girl. You came out swinging at me like I was such an enemy that I had burned down your house or stolen your first born child. You built my status as your enemy up to fairy tale levels. But your reign as champion will not have a fairly tale ending. You worked so hard and for so long to be Haruna the hero, that you’ve become Haruna the villain.
 
The pinnacle of your laziness on the road to where we are now as the entire Empress of Elite tournament. You were picked as a favorite to win that, but it became evident early on that your heart just wasn’t in it. Too focused on what should be handed to you and not earned, you let it slip by. My performance can be excused, because no one can dare question whether I worked hard to win during that tournament. What they saw for you was a sleepwalking giant that came in like a lion and went out like a lamb. You think people didn’t noticed your most fatal flaw? You didn’t even seem half interested in competing during that tournament until it came to the match against me. We were both practically mathematically eliminated when you decided to show up and actually fight. I won’t make any excuses, you beat me when you made me your Super Bowl, but even you know the Cailin Dillon you are about to face is a whole different animal from that one. You show up and let this of your seven sins bleed to the surface once again, I will make quick work of you and I will end your night before it can even begin.
 
The most confusing is the wrath you wish to now inflict on me. You seem to blame me for some sort of issues that you have to this day. You changed the narrative of our past to fit the story you wanted it to. And now you seem confused. You think you must generate hatred of me and make me feel your wrath. You can’t generate hate out of thin air, not true hatred for someone. What you want is a good reason for why you should have ample motivation to beat me. Your motivation should be to remain as a champion and bolster your reign. It should not be to be about your desire to avenge something that doesn’t exist. As you spend your time trying to understand your motivations, I will come in unchanged in my goal to bring the best I have every night. I’m not out to impose my wrath on you, I’m coming in to impose my will and make sure I end your time as champion. And it’s not about anything personal or because I have manufactured hatred for you, it’s because I believe I will go into Battleground on Monday and beat you. Plain and simple, no doubt about it.
 
You’ve outlined this one plenty on your own. You are envious of me and the way I can tuck away a loss and use it as a learning experience, while losses tend to have an adverse effect on you. You let it ruin you. I allow it to make me better. I’ve never intended to be some perfect Vixen. People judge me by my hair and say I’m a dumb blonde. They call me a bimbo because some find me to be attractive. And I just keep moving forward and doing everything I can to perform at my best. But you remain envy of me because my losses don’t get me down. I keep moving forward and I keep showing up in big spots. I lost to Hexa-gun and people come away from the match talking about what I did. You hate that I can manage to look strong in a loss, while you look distraught and hanging on by life support. Everyone in the EAW locker rooms expected more of you than to be envious of a rookie. Having such envy over a seemingly unstoppable veteran, a champion, would be one thing. But your jealousy over the triumphs and failures over someone who has been here since July is mind boggling. I understand Tarah’s absence leaves a hole in your heart, and you’ve chosen me to replace her in that capacity. Being envious of me is not the way to beat me. It’s another sin that will bring your grasp on the Specialists title to a close.
 
Your own pride is the reason for the other six sins to come to light. Don’t you see that your desire to prove people wrong, your tendency to wallow in your own despair and your jealousy of other wrestlers is your undoing. You are doing this because you want people to accept the idea of you as a champion. Who cares what the others think if you struggle to accept yourself as the champion. In all your worry about what others think of you is the real truth. You are worried about yourself. Are you truly living up to what you think you should be as this champion. You’ve held that title for mere weeks and you are the one who creates the illusion that people think you don’t deserve it. Maybe you have fooled yourself into believing you don’t deserve it anymore. You focus your verbal barbs on our past and your jealousy of my path to this point. You hate the idea that I have fans, apparently. You don’t understand why people wouldn’t just cheer you as champion when they hoped someone else would win. This is the reality of our business. People love you or hate you, and they choose their desired winners ahead of time. If anything, your win shocked people. What can Haruna complain about when she actually does have a title. Believe it or not, she can still find a reason. It’s her own pride that’s eating her up now.
 
We will meet this Monday, Haruna, and I expect nothing less than an absolutely horrific war between the two of us. You are out to prove some mysterious value of yourself, while I’m out to become the Specialist Champion. I will come in and fight and scrap and pull every last ounce it takes from my reserves, and then some to become champion. Can you say the same? Can you honestly ensure anyone that you will come out of this match still crowned as a champion. You will try, but you will fail. You might have what it takes in previous weeks, and you might have gone into the scramble as strong as any seven of those competitors. But now you are backed into a corner and your grip on your title is waning. Your reign is about to come to a close. Haruna’s time as queen will be short and sweet. It’s my turn to rile as the Specialist champion.