(Cloud walks outside of Mexican Samurai’s building, her arms across her chest. Her facial expression is quite flustered, with her eyes barely looking away from the ground. As the cold November air picks up, she begins to shiver and soon regrets not taking her jacket with her. She finds a nearby bench in an isolated area to sit down. Checking her surroundings, she pulls out an Eris LeCava action figure she found upstairs and places it beside her.)



I never did this before, so bear with me Chibi-Eris (sighs while laughing). I figured if this kind of ‘therapy’ worked for her, I thought ‘hell, might as well give it a shot.’ I’ve had a lot of things on my mind lately like this tag match with Haruna, where I stand with Ariana, and my position in EAW, the Hunter family’s ordeals, and…my new friendship with Cailin. And oh yeah, that little moment with Samurai didn’t help either! I don’t know how you do it Chibi Eris-chan, but you manage to keep smiling through your feud with Madison. Even before that you’ve kept a ‘can-do’ attitude. I know I’ve developed a reputation with a similar outlook towards life, but as of lately…I don’t know. Don’t get me wrong, I love wrestling. Being here in EAW with the best in the world has been a goal of mine since the company has become number one in the industry. Maybe I’m letting personal feelings cloud my judgement…no pun.

(Long sigh)

It’s easier said than done to just simply say ‘stay focused’. This is an industry where you don’t simply go home and leave the world behind. It follows you wherever you go, even post-retirement. Once you’re in, that’s it. The world will judge you based on how many titles you’ve won, who you’ve beaten, and whether or not you’ve shocked and awed the crowd in the process. I have a loyal fan base; the CloudNation is stronger than ever, but…

(Stares up at the cloudy night sky)

I don’t want to lose my momentum after lost at Redemption. The IWC is already questioning whether or not I have what it takes, especially after being put out by one piledriver from Haruna. I got my ass handed to me by the Dollhouse Killers before that, but fans have seen me comeback from worst scenarios to win a match. My win over Madison only balanced out my loss against Serena Ji. As for Haruna, I don’t know what she wants. Even with the title win, she seems distant. Hell, even more distant than before. Maybe she has a hard time trusting people since now there’s a target on her back. As iffy as I feel about her personally, I would feel more comfortable if she opened up a little. Even Samurai is worried. I have to hand it to him though; most men would have walked away after receiving little to no attention from the one they admire. But, after that little moment we had, I saw something in his eyes when he looked at me. It was similar to how he looks at Haruna, but…more primal (shivers). Nobody has ever looked at me like that before Eris-chan. At least, not face to face, eye to eye. When Ariana looks at me, it’s with a passionate vigor. When Cailin looks at me its genuine no strings affection. Aria looks at me as if I’m her older sister and Haruna…well as if either I’m not there, or I’m some kind of obstacle she’s about to knock down.

(Lightly pats Chibi-Eris on the head)

How do you handle your feelings when they’re out of wack? From the look of things, you throw yourself at the mercy of the world, unafraid of what others would think. I used to be very much like that, flying above what the world expects of me, but…some things have been going on recently. Whether they admit it or not, the Hunters are depending on my support. Lauryn’s cancer may go into remission, but the doctors are not completely sure. Serenity started going back to school again, but she’s still as rebellious as ever. I had an idea of what she was referring to when we last discussed her father. Being on the road has its temptations, but Michael loved his children more than anything. He loved me and his students like family as well. 187, the Bogards, Nathan Quinn…we all have Michael Hunter to thank for preparing us. I don’t want to disappoint his memory Eris-chan, nor do I want to be bound by the past.  Right now, I can take off and fly like I always do or I could become another Katie Rotten or Leia Nirvana.

(Stands up and smacks her face a few times)

It’s time to snap out of it Matsuda. The alcohol is getting to you and in two days you’re facing off against Maddie’s lackeys. Haruna will take care of her end; you just have to manage your load. The discussion concerning your ‘alliance’ with her will be discussed afterwards. By Sunday you may be the Vixens Champ Eris-chan. It would be an honor to face off with you if I manage to snag a number one contender spot. It’s a new day for our division and for EAW in general. Cam is kicking ass in the Elitist division, and HBG is one half of the tag champions. I have to talk to Haruna about the tournament too. With her fighting spirit combined with my own, I think our chances of winning are pretty good. Maybe we could talk to James Shields about changing the name…though Sexy Curry is beginning to grow on me.

(Picks up Eris-chan)

I’m going to enjoy beating the mess out of Maria and Erica. They’ve been silent this whole week, probably plotting some kind of way to get over on Haruna and myself. Whatever they’re trying to conjure up, I’m ready for it. I just hope Haruna is too. I do wish she made it to the party. It would have put a smile on Samurai’s face.

(Cloud sighs, and walks back to the building)

Thanks Eris-chan. We should do this again.

“And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.”                                    
                    -Revelation 6:8


Since the birth of Hexa-Gun, I have watched them quite a bit. At first, I welcomed the change, the rebirth through anarchy mentality, it all seemed like it could breathe a new life into this company that has become washed over in darkness. What I see today is glorified tyranny, a once valiant mission that has been corrupted by the taste of power. It is for that reason that Daniel and I agreed to stand beside Liam Catterson and The Iconomy to face down these bullies once and for all. Now, I’m not going to stand here and pretend that this task is going to be anything short of a complete war, especially considering rules are not going to be a concern. I wouldn’t be surprised to find out that when this is all said and done, more than victory may be sacrificed… Careers may never see another day.

Instead of focusing on the questions that can only be answered at Shock Value, I’m going to direct my attention towards doing what needs to be done to be a part of the downfall of the bullies that are Hexa-Gun. When Daniel and I formed the Higher Power, we did so on the pretense that we would stand in defiance of tyranny and defend from bullies those who are unable to defend themselves. The Mercenaries and their glorified thugs have run roughshod over everyone for far too long. Whatever personal vendettas Mr. Catterson and The Iconomy hold with Hexa-Gun aside, Higher Power will take the fight to them for the sake of the sanity within the EAW. We have been saying for weeks that HBG and Impact needed to keep an eye on us because we were coming for the gold they have been wearing so proudly around their waists, and they chose to ignore us, now look where we stand. The titles may not be on the line, but the destruction of the Mercenaries begins at Shock Value with the dismantling of Hexa-Gun.

The fact that I am willing to set aside my differences with the man who made my life hell on Battleground for the sake of the greater good should speak volumes about the cause we fight for at Shock Value. Eclipse and I put each other through hell, and taking each other to new lengths, yet here we are, standing side by side against Hexa-Gun. If you would have told me a couple of months ago that this would be the scenario I would be facing, I’d have called you bat shit insane. This is my first time stepping onto a stage as large as Shock Value, and as such, it means that if ever there was a time for me to take the proverbial gloves off and lay it all on the line, it would be now. With that in mind, let’s cut this down to it’s brass tax…

Fuck the rules… Fuck the Mercenaries… Fuck Hexa-Gun…

-- || -- || -- || --
   
    The camera opens up and right away, Daniel Marshall and Gabriel Eden stand outside of a local wrestling gym in Las Vegas, Nevada. The two men wear Higher Power t-shirts, the intensity very apparent on their faces as they don’t even pause as the lens comes into focus.

Marshall: This is the moment we’ve been waiting for since joining EAW. Finally, our talents have become recognized, and we find ourselves staring into the limelight with nothing left to do but reach out and grab it. The two of us, The Iconomy, and Liam Catterson… Under normal circumstances, we would be considered a motley crew, but at Shock Value… We become saviors.

Eden: This entire week, I have listened to the bantering back and forth all week, and honestly, I can’t say that I’m too surprised by what I’m hearing. Hexa-Gun has it in their heads that this match is as good as over, and under normal circumstances, I’d be more likely to agree with them. Unfortunately though, they are making a fatal mistake, and I for one cannot wait to expose them to the error in their ways. All week, these bullies and loudmouths have said their peace about Liam Catterson and the Iconomy, but when it comes to mentioning Daniel and I, well they pass over us briefly as if we are a non factor. While they may not have had issues with us personally as of yet, to toss us aside so blindly shows exactly how arrogant they have become and they are demonstrating exactly why now is the perfect time to strike.

Marshall: Oh, please believe that when that bell rings at Shock Value, all hell is going to break loose, and Higher Power is going to be right in the thick of it, throwing everything we have at these cocky bastards until they are left with no choice but to accept that we are every bit as much of a threat as anybody else in this match. Liam is driven by rage, Eclipse is driven by whatever madness he’s clinging to these days, and JJ Silva has already tasted defeat at the hands of the Mercenaries, a mistake he does not intend to repeat. As for Gabe and I, since coming together, we have wanted nothing more than to make an impact and be able to stake our claim on the Undisputed Tag Team Championships… A feat that we will accomplish come Shock Value when we do our part to dismantle Hexa-Gun piece by piece.

    The two men make their way inside of the building now, the fluorescent lights above them flickering from time to time as the place looks generally abandoned. Heavy bags, weight benches, floor mats, and calisthenic setups line the gym which all is built around a shabby, but effective ring in the center of it. As the two men progress past the equipment, their voices can be heard, brimming with intensity rarely heard from the Higher Power.

Eden: HBG, if I’ve learned nothing else about you, I have learned that you love the sound of your own voice. Much like most females I’ve encountered in my life, you have a knack for taking the truth and twisting and building it into something that seems more suitable to your goals and needs. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’ve seen you in the ring, and you are nothing if you are not a hell of a resourceful individual. Where you and I have issues is the fact that you see us as nothing more than space to fill this lackluster team that doesn’t deserve to share the same arena, let alone the same ring as you. Believe me when I tell you HBG, that no matter how brutal, how bloody, and how out of hand this match becomes, by the time that final bell rings, you will understand exactly who we are, and exactly what we’re about. You and your band of misfit toys have placed this company in a chokehold, and as many will attest, that is not something I’ve taken too kindly to. If I have to cut off the head to ensure the body will die, by the end of Shock Value, win, lose, or draw, Hexa-Gun will never be the same again. This week is the dismantling of Hexa-Gun… After that Higher Power is going on a gold rush!

Marshall: Speaking of that Gold Rush, we can’t address HBG without mentioning Impact can we? Yet another Hexa-Bum that has overlooked us and considered us as the deaf leading the blind in a war that doesn’t involve us. I have had it up to here with that shit this week, and I’m going to explain to you why. This war with Hexa-Gun involves everybody in the EAW, whether they choose to be a part of it or not. The fact that you feel as if nobody here can stop you is the exact reason Gabriel and I have to. We cannot in good conscious stand by idly and watch you fester like a plague upon the company that we have worked so hard to find our place in. This is the home of the elite, the best of the best, and the fact that you assholes feel you can claim dominion over it and say it has nothing to do with us is the exact reason we are coming into Shock Value with the sole intention of kicking those words down your throats!

Eden: Drake, Tiberius, Luzmala, you three haven’t gone unnoticed, though there’s nothing about you that leads me to believe you are going to be anything more than fodder for The Mercenaries, but you’ve all grown pretty used to that haven’t you? At Shock Value, Liam Catterson, The Iconomy, and the two men standing before you are now coming in with a vengeance and it will take nothing short of death to stop us from seeing to it that your reign of tyranny comes grinding to a halt and burns to ash before your very eyes… It’s time Hexa-Gun accepts that which they cannot control and submit themselves to the Higher Power…


The two men enter the ring and begin working drills as the scene fades to black. 

Talking trash and borderline overconfidence certainly has its drawbacks, but it doesn't come without its perks; to willingly put yourself under the microscope of fans that want to demean you, that want to criticize you, not to mention media which will scrutinize and second-guess you at every opportunity, that puts a massive weight on your shoulders that makes lesser men crumble under its might... But the truly great among us have all carried that burden, and not only have they silenced critics and turned skeptics into believers, they've propelled themselves to success knowing that if they don't achieve it, all of their failures will be on the front page of legitimate newspapers and tabloids alike. By voluntarily putting yourself into that position with a brash attitude, by drawing attention to yourself and giving the fans a reason to anxiously await the moment your shortcomings are exposed, you're giving yourself extra motivation; you're giving yourself incentive to be on your toes, wrestle a match worthy of your jaunty words. There's nothing quite like the adrenaline of competing under that magnifying glass, and it's a job I've done quite well; but through the plethora of questions that surround The Iconomy, their apparent inability to perform under pressure and respond to the gravity of a situation might be the most pressing. I mean, for being a "washed up broken man," I've gone undefeated at FPVs since returning with a perfect 5-0 record. What's JJ Silva's record in that span? Eclipse's record? Chris Elite's record? Fortune hasn't fallen in favor of The Iconomy since their inception; they've consistently managed to be on the losing side and it's almost as though failing their every difficult endeavor is systematically integrated into their group, either that or, worse, an inherent part of who they all are -- losers. The fact of the matter is that my losses have been few and far between since I made my grand re-entrance in this company almost six months ago, they've been a handful or less of exceptions to an otherwise sterling comeback in which I've beaten current World Champions, other legends, and newcomers alike. Physically, I feel healthier right now that I have at any point in my illustrious career; maybe that's a result of the insanely rigorous conditioning regimen I've put my body through, maybe it's because I'm the body of Hexa-gun and its members are my limbs, each unable to function effectively without one another, or maybe it's both; but let's take off the blinders and start acknowledging the truth: The Iconomy aren't capable of severing my limbs, they're not capable of defeating a loudmouth showman like Drake Jaeger who frustrates you inside that ring as much he does on the microphone, they can't handle the unbridled ferocity and the tenaciousness of that stalwart Tiberius Jones, they've proven on multiple occasions they can't compare to the wits nor measure up to the fiery passion of the Heart Break Gal, and they can't thwart, subdue, or outsize the muscle of this operation in any respect, they can't inspire the level of fear and terror in their adversaries that Luzmala can! It doesn't necessarily matter that you claim you're not divided in spite of the fact I couldn't disagree more with that notion; you could be the closest, most intimate, personal, tight-knit band of friends ever, people who have sworn their allegiances under an oath, but your strengths simply don't complement each other; my judgment has been nothing short of astute in selecting and recruiting the members of Hexa-gun, they're not self-interested basket cases who allow their personal quest for glory to overreach our ambitions as a whole, but the most pivotal factor is their competence, their awareness of their foes and understanding inside that squared circle; traits everyone in The Iconomy has demonstrated on numerous occasions they lack, the single most overlooked factor in our war of words that separates champs from chumps.

Maybe the most significant difference between The Iconomy and Hexa-gun isn't necessarily in their philosophies, but their complete and utter lack of anything even remotely resembling a real plan to effectively execute their mission. The Iconomy has made a science out of crumbling under pressure, and they've shown absolutely nothing to indicate they can handle the big fight limelight, they've seen themselves get repeatedly outmatched and outdone by Hexa-gun from virtually every angle regardless of the tandem they've put forth. What sort of tact or skill do they possess that I'm unable to see? Oh, I forgot -- I see perfectly fine, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder and The Iconomy has deluded themselves into believing they're the opposite of what all their peers and every wrestling fan recognizes them as: A capable, competent team whose members don't excuse their losses and succeed more than they fail. What can I say? That's the difference between children playing in their treehouse and armored soldiers lodged inside of an impenetrable fortress.

Ironic, really, that JJ Silva behaves like an immature adolescent and wants to prance around daring to call himself a man. There's such a thin line between reaching a "mutual understanding" and simply following someone else like a lapdog because they're the more established wrestler and you see them as your meal ticket to stardom. I'm a realist, I can see Liam Catterson has his own reasons for aligning himself with The Iconomy; I'd almost guarantee they don't publicly tell each other this, but it wouldn't come as a shock or be even slightly surprising to discover both Liam and JJ Silva agreed to team with each other as a means to an end, with JJ Silva knowing full well associating himself with someone of Catterson's profile could advance his individual career and Catterson making a desperate, last-ditch effort to revive his career and return to prominence. To know that everyone is betting against you and you're helpless to prevent yourself from looking like a fool who bit off more than he could chew, how does that feel, JJ? I'll go out on a limb and make the assumption that you'll claim you thrive in a situation where everyone is doubting you, that you live for moments like these, that you're agonizing in anticipation as Shock Value nears because you have a trump card nobody else knows about, apparently not even your own teammates, and this unknown is going to propel The Iconomy to victory. Good luck trying, but the excess of loopholes in your logic makes the fans unconvinced, I'd guess not even your own teammates believe you or have any faith in your abilities; which isn't to say I'm trying to create a wedge between you all as you've suggested -- to be quite honest I haven't even considered the prospect of outwitting you or scheming Hexa-gun's way to victory because I know for certain it won't be required -- but as the losses pile up and your promises remain empty, who's to say The Iconomy won't meet an untimely demise? I can't imagine anyone who has ever won anything has been content with mediocrity; the competitors within us all seek excellence, and in their short-lived tenure, The Iconomy has been anything but. I'd be remiss not to mention the fact that you're insisting one moment that I'm using Drake Jaeger and Tiberius Jones to compensate for my "brittle bones" and fight my battles for me, the next you're flapping your gums and rambling about how Tiberius Jones' career won't be anything after Hexa-gun is finished, that he's nothing more than a flash in the pan and a "weak link" of this group. First and foremost, I want you to understand realize Hexa-gun has no weak links; we've defeated all the competition, hell Tiberius was even co-signed by Jaywalker himself before Hexa-gun when they teamed together and won at Triple Threat, to insist he can't hack it is ignorance at best and an insane, therapy-necessitating delusion at worst. I'm evidently a broken man, but apparently the extremists I'm using to "protect" me and my image are bottom-rung, low-grade wrestlers... Yet you conveniently neglect to mention The Iconomy has never beaten us in any setting. Does that not count for anything? With the way you flip-flop from A to B, I can see why Chris Elite isn't in this match, I can see why you're in cahoots with Liam Catterson, and everyone in attendance at Shock Value can be first-hand witnesses to The Iconomy's plans unraveling right before their very eyes as we vanquish them inside that ring, destroy their dreams, stomp on their pride, and rob their dignity.

PORTLAND, OR
DRAKE'S LANDING ART GALL-
You know what it is. Fuck it.

A TV. A BIIIIIG TV. The latest batch of promos and interviews plays on the big screen. A large La-Z-Boy rests about ten feet away from the screen.  Carson Ramsay's interview just finishes and fades out.


No movement.

The screen turns to static.

Uh...Kenny....

Still nothing.

Kenny?



Fuckin' hell....KENNY!

Kenny Drake is passed out on the La-Z-Boy chair, a chocolate milk in his right hand, a half-burned cigarette in his right. A line of drool comes out of his mouth.

Do we have to wake him up?

KENNY FUCKING DRAKE

Kenny suddenly wakes up and throws his chocolate milk across the room.

AAAAGH ALIENS!!!!

Morning, sunshine.

What happened?

...You fell asleep? Is that really that weird?

Yes. No. What?

You might have had too much Yoohoo.

YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ENOUGH YOOHOO!!

Kenny looks back at three mustachioed "artists" looking at the paintings. They look back at him with confused eyes.

...WHAT?! YOU CAN'T!!

Kenny turns back to the static screen and frowns.

Did I miss them?

You passed out after Carson's first paragraph.

So I was asleep foooooor....what? Like, an hour?

Pretty much.

That fool talks a looooooooot.

Yes he does, but you have to start taking him seriously.

Who says I'm not?

...I'm in your head, idiot. You haven't thought about him at all.

Ok, I'm not. I will now.

Good. Ramsay is a serious threat, no matter what anybody says about him. He's far too talented for us to look past him. Hell, we should shoot to get rid of him first. What about the rest of them?

Kenny's asleep again.

Awwww...so cute...

FUCKTARD! WAKE UP!

Kenny groans as he sits up, flicking the finished cigarette in a random direction.

You are such a pain the fuckin' ASS, Voice! God dammit, WHAT?!

What about the other competitors?

In?

Kenny suddenly clutches his head and falls over, screaming in pain.

GOD DAMN YOU!!

TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY!!

MAKE ME!!

Again, Kenny clutches at his temples as he rolls into a fetal position. More screams of pain. Kenny finally lets go of his head and lies face down on the floor

I hate you...I hate you so much....

Shut up. We need to strategize for this Shock Collar Battle Royal.

Ok then...asshole voice...

What's your gameplan for Carson Ramsay?

I'm gonna marinate the steaks for Twenty-Four hours, then I'll season the mashed pota-

CARSON Ramsay

Right. I'm going to eliminate him first. Then Nick Angel from Hot Fuzz, then the rest. Save Piff Fumador for last and see if I can bribe him with some Headband OG.

You need a better plan than that, KD.

Well, that's all I got, voice. You figure it out...








....ok, you figured it out.

Wasn't that hard.

That's what she said.

Good Lord....

Kenny slowly stands and sits back down in the La-Z-Boy Recliner. He lights a cigarette and takes a slow drag off it.

Carson Ramsay...

Yeah, exactly. That's wh-

No, not...I'm not talking to you. I'm doing a thing.

Oh, gotcha.

Carson Ramsay...Carson...Ramsay...Car...son...Ram...say.

Yeah, I'm trying, buddy. I'm trying to fear you. Really, I am.

But...I just keep thinking of your profile picture on the EAW Roster page. You with your little face...looking like an angry kid...

You have a real Punch Face, ya know? Just one of those faces you wanna punch and punch and punch until it's just weird pink goo on your wankin' hand. It's hard to fear a punch face.

But...I mean, shit, kid. You just can't seem to get my name out of your mouth.

GOOD! Get used to saying it, cos I'm gonna be around for longer than your daddy was.

Voice, what did he say?

He saaaaaaaiiiiiid...and I quote:



Kenny sits back in his chair, staring at the wall. He smirks a little before taking another drag off his cigarette.

Well...Voice...you wanted me to take this seriously...

I do.

Ok, then...

Carson...do you think this is a joke? Do...do you actually think this brain trauma is all just...snake-oil sales?

Motherfucker, this is MY LIFE! The voice isn't a fucking gimmick, boy! It's a God Damn reality I have to face every single waking moment! Do you think I asked for a fucking brain injury in Japan so I can say, "Oh, what a great idea this is!" later on down the line? Do you think waking up and hearing a God damn VOICE TELLING YOU HORRIBLE THINGS IS JUST FOR SHOW?! I used to be a good, kind person. I used to care about what I did and who I did it to.

Then one kick to the head, and I become a fuckin' killer.

'Oh, what a clever concept. Shame it's the only thing you have going for you.' Oh, suck! A! Dick! Like YOU'RE anything special, sweetheart. I have seen, fought, and beaten COUNTLESS people that look and act exactly like you since the day I emerged from the womb. YOU, Mr. Ramsay...are nothing short of a lackluster attempt at beating a dead horse, and for that, I say, FUCK. YOU.

Honestly, the only thing I understood was your little shit-talk on me. Everything else just sounded like verbal queefs.

Wigger d-bag.

Jameson Royale!

....I actually kinda like you...you're like a weird backwoods version of my cousin. The rambling and the beard and no mustache...yeah...

I'm gonna kill ya, but I won't be happy about it.

Cutie.

Next up is-

I KNOW WHO I'M TALKING ABOUT!!

Piff Fumador...Piff, baby...

Piff, I'm at a crossroads with you, sweetheart. I am. On one road, I like ya. I like the cut of your J-I-B, my man. Smoke that shimya till you pass out.

And on the OTHER road...you didn't give me the time of day...no shout outs? Threats? Observations?

Wait...Voice, did he?

Nope.

Ok, then. So you make this whole hoopla about people overlooking the greatest luchador in EAW history, and yet...you completely overlook me.

Piff, don't get it twisted: I respect and admire your ability. You are first class in the ring, on the mic, and on the pipe.

But don't take my kindness as overlooking you, sonny. You should be seeing it as "This motherfucker knows me really, really well and is probably gonna break my leg." You should be seeing this as, "I should look out for Kenny Fuckin' Drake."

BUT...rest assured, once we're outside of the ring, I'm your man, Stan! I'll preroll a solid blunt for us to share after the Battle Royal as a sign of good tidings.

So generous of you.


Nick Angel.

I don't know you. You don't know me.

But apparently, everyone in this match has a hard-on for you, so...I guess you make my list, dontcha?

I can see that you and Carson Ramsay have your problems with each other - I mean...who wouldn't with Slim Jesus over there - but I think you need to start caring less about what Mr. FUBU thinks, and more about what I'm going to do to you in that ring at Shock Value. You appear to be the Number One man in this thing, and all the odds seem to be for you.

You know that makes you Target Number One, right?

The rest of the douchebags in this match will probably gun for you, but I am sure you can take them.

But once I shatter your tibia bone with a well placed kick, and you crumple to the mat...you're gonna look up into these cold, Blue eyes...and you're going to realize something:

You.
Fucked.
Up.

Kenny takes a final drag off his cigarette and flicks it behind him. He blows the smoke out as he stares into the camera.

The rest of you? I'll get to you eventually. I'm sure you all have some wise-ass, half-assed retort planned...

But tomorrow night? Those words won't matter.

The only words y'all will be saying Saturday night?

"Somebody. Please. Help. Me."

Kenny stands and grabs his leather jacket off a nearby table.

My name is Kenny Drake.

I am from Portland, Oregon.

And you're all fuckin' dead.

Kenny suddenly steps back and delivers a SUPERKIIIIIIIICK to the camera, which immediately goes to

black.

(Cameras open up as the Heart Break Boy is shown walking through the Mall of America, two days before his match againstThomas Minns. HBB has a picture in his hand of Thomas Minns with the label on it, "Mentally Challenged Mastermind." HBB is going up to random girls and asking them if they find Thomas Minns particularly attractive in order to tell if his daughters would even be interested in him. The EAW cameras follow HBB throughout the entire process.)

(The first girl that HBB goes up to looks around the 20-25ish range with blonde hair and an amazing smile. HBB goes up to talk with her.)

HBB: Hey, my name is the Heart Break Boy. I am currently working with a wrestling company called EAW. This guy, I'm facing says that he's going to bang my daughters. I just want to know if this is the type of face that a daughter would love. What do you say? (HBB shows the girl the picture as she laughs with al look of confusion on her face.)

Girl #1: What's that thing in the middle?

HBB: What thing? The "Mentally Challenged Mastermind?"

Girl#1: Nooooo... that little thing below his waist.

(HBB looks at the camera and quickly yells "CUT!" as the camera transitions to another girl. She is African American and a huge fan of EAW.)

Girl #2: Oh my God. I can't believe that I'm talking to the Heart Break Boy. (She starts crying as HBB hugs her)

HBB: Awwwww... It's nice to meet you too. (HBB lifts up the picture to her while they're hugging and the girl screams.)

Girl#2: What is that?!

HBB: What? He's a handsome fella.

Girl#2: He looks creepy. I wouldn't date him. Who is he? I'm sorry if that's your son.

HBB: MY SON?! Heck no, sister.

Girl#2: Oh, good because I was surely about to say that he definitely has his mother's looks.

HBB: Really?

Girl#2: You know what, this is wrong.

(Cameras cut and transition to an old lady that's walking throughout the mall. HBB shows her the picture of Thomas Minns as she starts grabbing money out of her pocket then giving it to the Heart Break Boy.)

HBB: What is this for?

Old Lady: I thought he was mentally challenged? I don't mind helping out with medical bills, now.

HBB: No, no... Ignore the words on it.

Old Lady: I can't really see those words, I just thought that's how he is based off his looks.

HBB: What?! Isn't this a face only a mother could love.

Old Lady: Literally. Hopefully he never tries being a male escort.

HBB: With these looks?

Old Lady: Well, I think he would have pulled off this look in the 30's but not in the 60's, darling.

HBB: Ouch.

(Cameras cut and transition to an overweight woman and HBB shows her the picture.)

Overweight woman: He's not bad. He couldn't handle me with that small thing down there. But I would definitely date him.

HBB: You sure?

Overweight woman: Does he wrestle?

HBB: Yeah.

Overweight woman: Tell him to start adding socks in his shorts or something.

HBB: Gotcha.

(Cameras cut and transition to two twin girls that so happen to be giggling and laughing as they spot HBB before he approaches.)

HBB: How are you girls doing?

Twin#1: Heyyyyy!

HBB: Do me a favor.

Twin#2: What's that?

HBB: Rate this picture: 1-10.

Twin#1: I'll give him a 3. He just needs to change up his hair a little.

Twin#2: ................

HBB: What?! You like him?

Twin#2: No, I think he's hideous. I'll give him a -1.

HBB: Woooowww... Can you believe it, girls? This guy claims he can bang my daughters with his Netflix and Chill stuff.

Twin#2: I don't think even a drunk tranny would give him a time of day.

Twin#1: Stop it... don't be too harsh. He does have a nice smile, though.

(HBB looks at the camera)

HBB: Not until I kick it in on Sunday! Hahaha.

(Cameras cut as HBB is sitting down, eating his food at the food court in the Mall of America. Suddenly two guys sit right next to him. They start smiling at HBB as he looks at them awkwardly.)

HBB: Ummm... Can I help you with anything?

Guy#1: Oh, I'm sorry... I thought you were gay.

HBB: Not even close.

Guy#2: Then why do you have a picture of that guy? Is that like your secret admirer or something?

Guy#1: We totally thought he was gay.

HBB: Uh nope. Do you guys find him attractive?

Guys: Heck yeah!

HBB: Then suit yourself.

(HBB hands them the picture of Thomas Minns as he sips on his straw. The two guys take the picture and take off.)

HBB: Have fun.

(Cameras cut back into the Heart Break Boy's locker-room as he faces the camera.)

Well, I guess America has spoken.

But enough of the extra crap. I'm pretty sure there's a billion other girls in this world that would love for Thomas Minns to bang them. (HBB smiles sarcastically) Then again, I can't tell yet. Anyway, back at it again with this guy, who is seemingly proud of himself. I told this young man that he had potential and then he starts saying how he would bang my daughter. And now he thinks that its gotten under my skin? Of course, I'm going to get pissed off by the fact you're talking about my family, especially ones that I have raised. If think its "under my skin," then you have a lot to learn. You're presenting yourself like the young man that I did not compliment. You're presenting yourself as a unprofessional with loads of lack in creative juices. It's pretty easy for guys to say they're going to bang someone else's' daughters but its not going to help them move forward. So I'm sitting here and still wondering how banging my daughters is supposed to get under my skin? How is it supposed to help you? If anything, it helps you look stupid and its only rallies up the fire inside of me once that bell rings.

Regardless or not, I'm going to fry your entire brains and feed the leftovers to a bunch of Hannibal, win or lose. Also, if I win or lose, I'm not going to give you the time or day to begin in my thoughts. I'm only speaking to you, young man because your name is going up against me on the match card and the only the thing you have seemed to resort to is half-written, poorly chosen insults. I don't think it holds any integrity to pound your way through the ranks. I'm shocked that you mentioned of beating Pizza Boy then I have remembered losing to Storm Lightning. It doesn't matter if you beat him or not. It doesn't change the fact that the Pizza Boy has enough talent to be spark throughout the EAW Universe while Thomas Minns can only be labeled with "potential," like a background dancer.

You want to talk about humiliation? Give me a definition of humiliation after this match is done. Because then you would finally found out what that word actually means. And how could past accomplishments and accolades turn out to be irrelevant? Oh, I know because you haven't had any yet! Rookie mistake. If there's no importance of accomplishments and accolades then there's no reason to even have them in history. It's a pointless argument and holds little respect from guys like you that just come out of the waters to call them a "failure" when they've already accomplished everything you haven't even come centimeters closed to or ever will. What's really turned out to be a comedy relief of how you're comparing an accomplishment with helping Kevin Devastation leave as its something to take note of. I highly doubt anyone would be in awe over anything like that. To go along with it, you gave me sloppy examples in Diamond Cage and Dark Demon. You're assuming that they're affected by your presence. You think you're bigger than you actually are which is also scarier for a young man to think. Because if you think that you're bigger now then wait until the load of trying to become a EAW Champion comes to you. IF that won't humble you then I can surely help before you get out of hand.

My match with Lioncross was one to remember. As much of respect I have for Lioncross, I was challenging him to get better if you paid attention to anything. Recent outcomes between us, I had always edged him over. At Redemption, I did not care if the outcome came out of my reach. The only thing I wanted to prove is that Lioncross still had it him to become ruthless. And you're calling me out to become ruthless is like a baby cub roaring at an enemy lion. Nevertheless, I'm giving you what you asked for. In fact, I'm going to give you more than you asked for. Because I'm so generous and that's my middle name. I'm going to special gift wrap this present to you on Showdown. Then maybe afterwards, Madison and yourself can have many more Netflix and Chills from your own hospital bed.

It might sting a little. It might give you speculation of own personal talents. It might even humble yourself. One thing for sure that I know, after this match is said and done.

You're going to hoping the God that I serve is real.

Because he's the only one that can save you from your poor excuse as a true threat.

(The Heart Break Boy smiles into the camera as it fades to black.)

☤Tiberius Jones appears in his hotel with the Hexa-gun dolls and the “she’s coming” note that were placed in front of his door by Lucy, one of Eclipse’s “sisters”. Tiberius seems to have a frown on his face burning out a few candles, but it a bit overdramatic to be a truthful display.☤

Now this is one way to ruin a guy’s Friday night, before I watched Eclipse’s little video I had spent all day prepping myself for a meeting with my secret admirer ever since I woke up in the morning with these presents left for me. I had half expected that tall glass of water who made my puppets for that DCW crap to be behind this, sure she seemed to be very professional focused on the cute little show, but deep down behind her cold exterior must have held an inner fire YEARNING for T Jones. Or it could have just been a crazed super fan, it wouldn’t be the first time a star such as myself had nutty groupies who’d do anything to get their hands on what they so richly desire, I figured I could give that lucky person the night of her life. Either way, she was coming.

But then my heart was broken, I decide to take care of my EAW tasks before our faithful encounter, and it turns out I see those creepy little kids Eclipse hangs out with were behind this!

I don’t appreciate Eclipse sending his little sisters to my hotel room in the middle of the night, people might start thinking I have the same fetish he does!

But you’re in luck Eclipse, I may have wasted my Friday night plans and some of my hotel neighbors may look at me crooked, but at least these dolls look pretty fucking cool. My sister, Ammit, would love these, she was always into those mystic areas of knowledge that bored the hell out of me.

Still, your presents won’t save you from the ass kicking you have coming at Shock Value. Neither will this she-demon that you’re interacting with lately. Listen, though I’m not the best person to be saying this since I was sort of exiled from my tribe for a long period of time due to being caught importing too much technology, and whores, onto our island, I understand having a devotion to spirits and totems. I still wear my Komodo dragon mask from time to time, though I’m not as into it as my sister is while she indoctrinated Anubis and Jaywalker into our ways. However, there is a limit to how much we humans are able to channel powers beyond our understanding, the forces that we attempt to harness only give us small fractions of their true power, and worst of all they’re whimsical making folly out of users both wise and dumb. The world use to be filled with feared practitioners of dark arts, among many arts, yet it is guns, germs, and steel that have won in the end when it comes to ruling the world! Even those who rely on the ethereal have had to come to terms with needing to adapt to the new world, whatever craft you’re up to won’t save you from those represent modern warfare, Hexa-gun.

As for JJ Silva, I don’t quite fathom just how much you must be exaggerating when you say you, alongside the Iconomy, have “slain” those men you listed, but I’ve legitimately defeated, aside from one in Tyler, all of those men you listed and I did so before I joined Hexa-gun. Yes, even Tybull, though the EAW board reversed the decision of my victory the weak after because they HAD to keep their golden boy’s streak alive, I still laugh at how their crush for Tybull turned out for them. If I defeated on my own people your entire group needed to take on, what’s left to be said about the difference between you and I? Nothing you say has any value. You act like I haven’t defeated people comparable to your group’s fallen foes, then you list people I have defeated to brag about who you’ve conquered. You then go on about how I only get scraps as a member of Hexa-gun, but I pinned Mr.DEDEDE, if DDD is a scrap what is the rest of EAW? The only other people on his level, considering the fall of The Heart Break Boy and the disappearance of Robbie V, are Jaywalker and Y2Impact, allies of mine.  I think your ass must be jealous of all the shit that comes out of your mouth. Whether I am alone or with Hexa-gun, my feats far outrank yours! I’m a gemstone, you’re a throwaway stone little kid’s throw to see how many times it’ll skip across a pond before it succumbs to the waters below. Perhaps that suits you? Perhaps there is a hand of god, a figure who cares not for you at all, it only watches you toil and try to stay above water out of amusement after you’ve been tossed from its grip. Is Shock Value where your ability to stay above water end? Will you become a sinking stone? We shall see.

As for Showdown…….as for Jason Cage.

I don’t understand what people don’t understand about me being in Hexa-gun and being brokered by the J-Dynasty, these are some of the most in the know individuals in the wrestling industry, I got connections on top of connections….if I want to know who someone is best believe I’ll be given the information that I require. Nobody enters my dark alley without me knowing their history, so I know where to stab and the worth of the purse I’ll be snatching from their grasps. Jason, instead of thinking I don’t know who you are, you ought to be wondering if I don’t know what you ate for breakfast this morning.

☤Tiberius showcases the strange look in the eyes of the Hexa-gun dolls he was given by Lucy.☤

Our eyes may not be as creepy as these little toys I’ve been given, but I can assure you they’re much more effective. Don’t underestimate the networks I’m in. You were into this Elite crap before even Zack Crash was, so of course we instantly do not have a favourable opinion of you, you represent everything that we despise. If anything, this is a great opportunity for us to stomp upon a relic elitists might consider sacred, we will showcase just how serious we are about the supremacy of extreme.

It’s no surprise that a forefather of elite would be so ignorant, the whole movement is based on misconceptions, so of course you’d be unaware that Shock Value will be before Showdown.  And though you seem to think we’re distracted from this encounter, I’ve already said what I’ve had to say about it and I’ve been the one waiting for you, and Diamond Cage, to show true focus on this match. The funny thing is, you talk all about purity, yet fail to see the only pure thing that matters in this tag match. Drake & Jones is a pure tag team, an actual real tandem amongst those who walk the grounds of EAW, you and Diamond Cage are just two random guys with the same last name, how do you expect to out maneuver us in tag team action? Let alone do so in our domain of extreme rules? Oh wait, you somehow think you’ll get me into a position where I’ll tap or snap. I didn’t become the slickest of the slick by being easily detained, being caught in a hold is the ultimate shame for a rogue like myself who prowls and stealthily pilfers what the objective demands.  Like most elitists, you cling to pure wrestling because that’s all you’re good at, while extreme favours both pure wrestling and the finality of hardcore wrestling. You say we won’t be enough as long as you have something to say about it, but the thing is that NOBODY cares about what you have to say or bring to the EAW table. You’re something that has already been thrown off the EAW table and onto the ground before, but somehow like a crumb you’ve been carried back up by a spider and thus you’re back giving everyone an upset stomach wondering if now the entire supply of food has been contaminated. Still, there is no fear needed to be had, Drake & Jones have the medicine for just such a sickness, just the type of weaponry to wipe out dirty existences from the sights of man.

☤End. ☤

 
Samurai: Cloud! There you are!  Do we have everything prepared for the surprise party for Haruna? 

Cloud: Let's take a look, put Mr. DEDEDE and Ryan Savage into separate rooms.  Check. Don't invite Lioncross, check. Bring twice the alcohol in consideration of Dark Demon coming. Check. Give invitation to Haruna under disguise as a pre-Shockwave house party.  I'm just going to check that, because you said that you would take care of it. 

Samurai: Wait, what? I told you that I couldn't get that done because I tried going to her hotel and she didn't answer the door.  You're her tag team partner, "Curry", so did you go ask "Sexy" to come to the party?   

Cloud: Why are you turning this on me? I did everything that I needed to do and you expect me to be best friends with Haruna? She's been hesitant to be my partner ever since it was announced, so don't think that just because we are partners that we suddenly send snapchats towards one another and gossip about boys.  

Samurai: You had one job!  One job, Cloud!!! Oh my god, I called you and said that, "I did NOT give the invitation to Haruna."

Cloud: What the hell? I told you that the phone line was bad, you kept cutting in and out. It certainly sounded like you said that you gave out the invitation!   


Cloud: I helped you set all this up for your little crush on Haruna and I didn't have to do it, and here you are putting the blame on me for the fact that you screwed up!  

Samurai: Had I known that you would have been this incompetent in doing the job then I would of gotten someone else to do it!  You absolutely suck at keeping a clean line of communication! 


Cloud: I suck? Me!?  You suck at being romantic, maybe that's the reason why Haruna won't give you a chance because you just come off as a creepy stalker? 


Samurai: I'm a stalker? This coming from the girl who forms a tag team and creates a name without the permission of the chosen partner.  I can see why Haruna doesn’t want to tag with you and "Sexy Curry" is a stupid, dumb name. 

Cloud: MEXICAN SAMURAI IS A STUPID NAME, AND MEXIRUNA IS A HORRIBLE TITLE FOR A SHIP! 

Samurai: HA, ALL THIS COMING FROM A DIRTY FUJOSHI? 

Cloud: AT LEAST, I'M JAPANESE. WHAT EXCUSE DO YOU HAVE FOR HAVING A NAME LIKE SAMURAI? 

Samurai: I HATE YOU! 

CLOUD: I HATE YOU, MORE! 

SAMURAI: I HATE... 


Dark Demon:  Eh, what the fook do think you're doing?  I 'eard a loud bang, you guys must be drunk as fuck! 


Cloud: Nothing happened! Absolutely nothing!!! 


Samurai: Yeah....nothing happened. I just tripped and Cloud was helping me back up. 


Dark Demon: C'mon ye fookin' drunk. We are gonna drink some more! 


Samurai:  I guess...Haruna isn't coming, huh? 


Cloud: I guess not? 

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Lioncross, do you really think that you have me all figured out? That I'm some vagrant who has no idea of my purpose and personality? Everything that I do has a specific purpose and reason for why I'm doing it and just because you can't see the big picture doesn't mean that I don't know what I’m doing. Unlike you, not everything is in shades of black and white, I can't sit here and pretend not to care because I actually do care about the outcome of this match. Usually, I wouldn't but there is too much at stake here.  Your words cut deeply because you obviously know the struggle that I've been going through, and it was on perfect display when I faced Jamie O' Hara.   

Jamie O' Hara had already been on a role and I was just starting with the company, but I was just like any other hot-head young'n who had an express purpose and dream, and I thought that it would be a piece of cake to fulfill my destiny. I came in with lofty expectations for myself and Jamie O' Hara cut them down right at the root....I was never the same after I loss to him  I can see why he is now the champion because when I faced him, he absolutely tore into me and made me feel completely helpless. I couldn’t do a damn thing, and every single bit of effort that I put into that match was just a little bit short to the technical mastery that Jamie O' Hara put into the ring.   

I never want to feel that helpless ever again.  

I came out of that match looking like a fool and a man who would say nothing but empty words but I won't ever let that happen to me again. No. I told you that I wanted to dictate my own destiny...if I don't want to care about anything then I won't. When I do, then I'll make sure to turn on that switch and make sure that the whole locker room takes notice.   

Lioncross, you make me care. You only had one match since you came into EAW but I have to be the Jamie O' Hara and I have to be the measuring stick that dictates your success.  I'm tired of being the person that can't win the big matches when they count. I couldn't win the number one contendership for the Interwire Championship, I was runner-up for the 24/7 contract, and I "loss" in the "I Quit" match. This reputation for never winning a match that counts is hanging over the head, constantly mocking me in my dreams. Why do I care now? I don't care about the overall picture, it's the little things that continue to hold me back, so I have to quell these superstitions first.  

This fluctuation of personality continues to haunt me, it makes me nervous when I sit and look at my surroundings, I can flip at any moment and there might not be any survivors.  It's mostly the paychecks...or is it? I talk and talk and talk and people can see right through me, there is this urging of passion that is just waiting to leak out at a moment's notice and I keep holding it within myself, almost afraid of the person that I can become.  
 
To be honest, I don't know which part of me is going to show up, Lioncross.  I'm a little scared, I'm a little excited. The possibilities are endless but I can guarantee that you are in for the fight of your life, and you'll realize that you came back at the wrong time when you realize that there are others that will always surpass you. The wind howls and things are starting to change in the landscape of Showdown, no longer will I sit on the sidelines, it's my time. Whether I care or not. 

It's my time, Lioncross. It won't heal your wounds.  You'll just be forgotten.

Jocelyn lifted her head as the sound of the doors opening in the warehouse caught her attention. It wasn’t exactly early in the morning, it had actually turned into the afternoon, but typically people didn’t enter into the warehouse at this time. Sometimes a passerby would peek inside, and sometimes one of the children from the street would find this place from hearsay and would walk in with smiles on their faces as they realized that shangri-la had been discovered. This wasn’t a child. A woman, cloaked in a vibrant crimson, gazed at them with black eyes. Her smile split her mouth, more like a garish scar than an actual smile. Those deep piercing black eyes pierced through the very soul of Jocelyn as she continued to walk forward, until at last she was face to face with her. Her flowing black hair moving as if it was in a wind, as her cold hands gently brushed against the side of Jocelyn’s face.

“Oh. He said that you looked like your mother. He wasn’t lying apparently. You look so much like her. It’s beautiful.” the woman whispered softly, before kissing her forehead, leaving a black lipstick mark as she stood back up and turned around, looking at the entirety of the warehouse. The other children stared at her with a mixture of shock and awe on their face as she walked around them before stepping towards the door. She cocked her head sideways, glancing back to look at the children before that smile cut its way along her face once more. “Oh come now children...don’t you want to go to your new home?” she asked, as she nodded for them to follow her, offering her hand out. The children didn’t want to move from their position, too terrified to think about even trying. Nevaeh however made the first move. Walking forward slowly, she placed her hand in the woman’s and turned to face the others, a smile creasing along her face as she nodded to them.
“Mama.” she said, looking back up at the woman who nodded down to her and began to walk towards the exit.


Mother. A word that was as akin to god in these children’s minds as any other word. A mother was something these children hadn’t had for a long time. For their most quiet sister to call a woman they had never met...Mother. Jocelyn smiled and walked after her, motioning for the rest to follow her. This was what Eclipse had left to search for. He hadn’t left them to rot and die. He had left them to find the source of the whispers...a being as akin to god in his own mind as she was to theirs. He had left to find them a mother, and he had found her. A woman that wouldn’t just nurture the children, but would be the gate against Eclipse’s anger and rage, knowing when to open the floodgates and release the downpour of his entire fury and vengeance, and when to shut it fast so that his own self destruction wouldn’t be so assured. She was the source of the whispering, having hidden away within the confines of a world between life and death. Her voice echoed in the minds of children who had felt the hardships of the world that had left them to rot and die. She was the master of that world, a woman who resided as the patron saint of torture and pain. The children didn’t know what to call her...but the whispers knew just what name to implant into their psyche. A name that would ring in the memory of Eclipse, and would forever stain his heart, to remind him all that he sacrificed to let her into his heart. Enessa. Her name would forever be, Enessa.
Eclipse let out a laugh as he walked in the darkness of the basement. Their new home. A large cottage like home, sheltered from the outside world in the darkness of the forest. The basement would remain as his own personal domain. A city unto his own. Space to move around, silence to think, sealed away from all the others. His mouth opened wider as another laugh bubbled forth and he held the side of his head, the insanity pouring forth with fits of the same laughter before he turned his head straight up, gazing into the darkness with a crazed smile. The whispers had left him now, but now her real voice was there to guide him. He lifted his hands up, pressing them against his face as he let out another scream like laugh before lunging into the darkness, his entire body completely hidden inside of it.


“I’m sorry Hexagun. Did you miss me talking to all of you? Does the fact that the darkness remained so close to your doorsteps disturb you? I’m sure you thought that I would never speak to all of you again...that instead of me talking to you I would allow my siblings to simply have all the fun. You shouldn’t ever think that the darkness allows only one person to enjoy himself. You all have had your time to spin your webs, tell your tales, weave stories of your accomplishments, but in the end, none of it matters. Nothing matters when it comes to your fate tomorrow. Tomorrow, you bathe in your own blood, scream out the lamentations of all of your own sins, and die a thousand times over again and again...for my hand lies outstretched over this domain. I have been reborn anew in this world...a world where torture and passion combine together. A world where the strong put their boots against the neck of the weak, dig their heels in, and then lament over their suffering as they dash their heads against the rocks. That is the world we live in, in this day and age, Hexagun. You have been the alpha predators of that world. You feast upon the carcasses of all the others that have come before you...but now new predators are at your territory. New predators that have combined together, despite differences in all of us, to rid the forest of those that have been taking our prey.


Liam Catterson? The lion. His claws weathered by countless fights...but still ready to bite down upon the throat of the wolves that have stolen prey that he fights for. JJ Silva? The coyote. Hunts in packs, but is just as strong on his own, and ready to bite down upon the wolves that threaten his domain. The Higher Powers? The red wolves to your gray wolves. Joining into their own pack for stability, and looking to push you out of your territory to claim a patch of land for their own. What does that make me? A hyena. The laughter in the darkness, whose bite is most threatening to you, for once my jaws are locked, I will never let go. I won’t release until bones snap, blood flies, and all that you hold dear to you is destroyed. You have stolen prey from me Hexagun. That makes you prey. That makes you the target of my hunt...and in the end...that makes you...a worthy opponent.


All of Hexagun knows my name. They joke, and they pass it off but I think they understand that I am one person they can’t just joke away from this. I am a real threat. I’m not like Jay Omen, who doesn’t have accomplishments to name off of to use. I’m not like Team DCW, who joined into a team because they had the ability to do it. I am a threat because out of everyone that Hexagun has faced, not only have I yet to be pinned by you, but I’ve knocked down your giant twice, and pushed everyone I’ve faced to their limits. You’ve only scratched the surface of mine. It’s time for the games to really begin. Shock Value is the chance of a lifetime for me. I don’t have rules to stop me from what I do best against all of you. I don’t have mercy to display there. The whispers have finally be silenced. Now...her voice leads me down the road to inflict all the torment I can muster upon you. In her name.


They chose to insult my family. HBG even threatened one of them. Mistakes on the battlefield Hexagun. In the end, your time has come. Drawing closer and closer to the end. The Komodo Dragon’s bite will loosen his teeth. Jaegar’s gun will misfire. HBG will regret everything she has ever said. Impact will bleed at my feet...and Luzmala will be brought down as the false monster he is. I will destroy them all...but in the end what does it matter? The future belongs to Hexagun...one loss won’t set them back. No...but one loss will put my course forward. They will never incur onto Voltage again. My teeth will sink deep into their throats, severing their jugular. That will be the end of their invasion onto my territory. No. This loss will mean something to all of you Hexagun. It will mean that your bravado, all of your talk of victory, will become meaningless words. Jargon that can’t be used to harm anyone. Our victory will prove that those that you press your boot upon can rise up from the mud, and grab a hold of victory. That is why I fight. That is why we all fight.


Oh I look forward to this Hexagun. I look forward to making you all bleed. Bleed a lot for me...so I can gather it all...and collect it into ink to mark myself once more. To feel that victory permanently etched into my skin. Oh yes...I desire your blood. I desire damnation as I send you all into the pits of hell and despair. In her name you shall perish. In her name you shall fall. As mother decrees so it shall be. As Enessa orders so I shall obey. The whispers have been silenced. Now her voice echoes in my fists, and sings in my bones. Let her melody reach you, as a requiem to your suffering! Ring out her name and rejoice, Hexagun! For the horseman of madness rides to meet you at Shock Value! Hexagun! Scared yet?!”


He screams out another cacophonous fit of laughter as the lights cut on all around him, displaying every child standing just behind him, their eyes gazing forward as Enessa stands just behind Eclipse, her arms wrapped around him as a mother would to her beloved son. His laughter continues even as the lights begin to hum and crackle before cutting off one at a time, the last light shining onto his face, illuminating the skull tattoo as his laughter dies down and he gazes into the darkness, running his tongue along his lips.

“In her name...run.”

Eris LeCava is seen in a dark, eerie room. The window shows the dark sky, like an ocean ready to swallow the world as a whole behind Eris. A candle is lit. Eris is wearing an “It’s Okay to Stare!!” t-shirt, blue jean shorts, is sitting in front of a stool that has a camera propped on top of it. Eris has various items scattered around and begins to speak.
 
Alright… the gloves are coming off.
 
Eris takes her smart phone with Maddie’s video on pause.
 
I am baffled. I’m lost, stumbled, confused. I sit here and wonder, is that all Maddie has to bring to the table? I was just insulted for thirty minutes straight. It wasn’t anything worth repeating, but it all had to do with my state of mind. You think that your “harsh words” are going to hit deep, Maddie? You think that by hearing you call me a “complete idiot” I’m going to scurry away and hide under my bed, praying to God that what you said isn’t true?! Pardon my French but you’re a fucking moron. I usually don’t like saying anything right away when I hear your unwise words because I like to process things for a day or two. I like to analyze your rash opinions and way of thinking by decoding them and realizing the true meaning behind your words. But after hearing you ramble retarded verses for the past week, I’ve come to the realization that you’re in a worse state of mind than me! Think about it, how fucked up in the head can you be to believe that you’re the greatest EAW has to offer? Poor thing, I guess by having your ass kicked repeatedly by people like Cloud Matsuda, Cailin and Tarah Nova for five consecutive matches really jumbles up the few things that you have up there.
 
Eris takes an extravagant, fancy red-satin box with gold embellishments plastered around and shows the camera that there is visibly nothing there.
 
But back to my main topic, the main point I want to make sure I get across: Is that all Maddie has to offer? When I saw this box at my local thrift store, I immediately thought of Maddie. This box is pretty, beautiful – even. But there’s nothing there. It is merely a shell. Maddie’s “beauty” and bodacious body is nothing but a shell. Once you lose all your physical attributes that make you feel like you’re entitled to everything, then we’ll see the sad wrinkly old bitch you’re destined to be. You know, when I got to declare my number one contender spot for the title I was so excited. I felt my heart race as I uttered the words that made Maddie shit her pants “I’m the new number one contender for the EAW Vixen’s Championship!” After making my big announcement, I walked backstage and couldn’t stop thinking of the adventure that lied ahead. “Maddie and I are going to put this fantastic show for the EAW Universe!” I foolishly told myself. “I can’t wait to see Maddie finally be a good sport! I doubt she’ll be mean to me outside of the ring, I mean I’m Eris LeCava! Everyone loves me!” Boy, was I wrong. I understand that this title means the world for you, Maddie. I get that you’ve gone through a hell of a ride just to be in the spot that you’re in today. I get it. But that doesn’t mean that you can act like you run the Vixens Division. Let’s remember that it took you a VERY long time to get where you’re at. Sure you had a long journey, but your ass can QUICKLY be kicked off of the pedestal. You can easily fall down the latter and be forced to start over. You act as if you’re this invincible being who cannot be touched. Oh, I’m going to touch you alright. All in your sensitive places that’ll make you cum faster than Thomas Minns watching little girls at the park…
 
Eris takes a ticket for a local showing of “Netflix and Minns featuring EAW Vixen’s Champion, Madison Kaline!” and crumples it up in her hand.
 
Oh, Maddie, how can I be jealous of you and Thomas Minns? How can I be jealous of someone having broccoli for dinner when I have the finest steak around? While you’re over there twiddling Minns’ dick, I’m here admiring my beautiful HeartBreakGal. Everyone doesn’t seem to believe me when I say that I actually converse with the warm-blooded, living breathing, ass kicking HBG! But I do! I’ve learned her wrestling philosophy and I’ve taken note of her remarkable journey as one of the greatest Vixen of all time. Can’t you see that she is my ultimate weapon, Maddie? Matter of fact, she’s everyone’s most powerful weapon if they got their head out of their asses and actually paid attention to what’s going around them and not just what’s staring back at them in the mirror.
 
Eris takes the final item and it’s a beat up Tarah Nova action figure. Eris takes the plastic belt that was attached to Tarah’s waist and holds it up with her fingers.
 
What makes me so sure that I’m going to win? I’m different. It’s as simple as that, Maddie. You’ve never faced someone like me in the ring. You can continue rambling useless verses that you probably got off of “HowToBeAPoet.com” saying how I’m just like the rest, but don’t forget that I almost won our match when we were both competing for the Empress of Elite. I had you where I wanted you but unfortunately things don’t work out as planned. Interferences and distractions were brought to light and you took advantage and slithered your way to the finals. On Shock Value there will be no sneaky way for you to win. There will be no opportunity for you to grasp. If for some reason I don’t come out as winner, I’ll make sure you won’t be able to get out of Shock Value on your two feet. I’ll make sure to have paramedics carry your ass out on a god damn stretcher. You can go into Shock Value as cocky as you’d like to but know that you’re in store for one of the worst beatings of your life. Everyone in the locker room knows that you're not one of EAW's greatest champions. Everyone says that you won your championship because Tarah Nova handed it out to you. If you do somehow manage to pull a fast one over me, I'll be proud to say that you worked for it because going against me won't be such a cakewalk as you've stated numerous times before. However, that's not going to happen, isn't it? I’ll make sure to not take my medications that night so you can see who the real ruthless, sinister Eris LeCava is.
 

Eris gives a cocky smirk to the camera as it slowly fades to black.

 
The more I hear from you, whether it be teaming with you or going against you as an opponent, I realize just how similar we really are. We both have the same competitive attitude, Aria, and we don’t pretend to be invincible like Ariana Lopez. But we are adaptable and we do evolve. It’s funny that someone would still try to chide us by referring to us as new girls. When we arrived here in July, the Vixens division needed a new breath of life. We were the first among an influx of new female talent that flocked to the EAW looking to make a name for us. But they knew what to expect from us early on. We came out firing, all three of us — you, me and Eris LeCava — and they knew it would only be a matter of time before we injected ourselves into a title hunt because we wouldn’t let anything hold us back. I go back and remember the Dollhouse Killers threatening us before our match with them. They said we couldn’t compete with them because we didn’t understand each other like they do. We didn’t have the bond they did. Maybe what they didn’t grasp is that we understand each other far more than either of them could imagine. It’s almost as if I’m looking in a mirror with you. We have different looks and we don’t have the same moves, but out mindsets and our attitudes are the same. We’re part of a new breed of Vixen that showed up and wasn’t content with just being a rookie. We upset the new guard with our early admirations for success. We weren’t willing to wait for things to happen, so we made them happen. Are there are still some, like Ariana, who don’t like the way we’ve risen. They act like our success is just a farce or a fluke. And even after they lose to us, they hold those same opinions. You’ve clearly done your homework on me to know how similar we are. My only regret form July to now is that I let other things keep me from getting in the groove that you and Eris were on by the time the Empress of Elite tournament started. But even in regret you can learn something. While the Iconomy was tumultuous part of my early days here, my finals days with them proved that I was not a Vixen to be taken lightly. We’ve both proven out worth in matches against legendary Vixens, and we both came within seconds of holding championship titles. Because I know how similar we are, I know that I misjudged you slightly. You won’t be stuck thinking about your past title match, nor will I. They serve as the best possible motivations for us to go to war with one another. The last one left standing holding the chance to compete for a belt.
 
We have both experienced the highs and lows that are associated with most wrestling careers, but I won’t dare say the average wrestling career. One thing is clear, and that is that we are not the average wrestler. We are standing at the edge, just an arms reach away from reaching the top echelon of our sport, and we both know we won’t let anything keep us from getting there. We’re not content with waiting years until we get our chances. We’re not willing to take a break when we know the true way to the top is to embrace your mistakes and flaws. Nobody is perfect, nor invincible, and it’s the lessons you learn in the ring and in life that make you so tough to destroy in the ring. I grew up without a mother, with a father who didn’t know what it meant to raise a girl. He didn’t understand what he was supposed to do at every turn of my early development, but he learned from his mistakes and he raised a fighter. He taught me to never back down and to keep fighting for what I want. That’s what makes me so damn tough. The way we are and the moments that made us, it was all the path that set us into this match. Maybe it wasn’t destiny for you at House of Glass, but your chances won’t end there. It’s not to hard to envision a near future where both of us are champions. It’s actually not too hard to envision a future where all three of us — you, me and Eris — are all holding belts and ruling over this division. I know that we are the toughest outs in this match and I know that in the end it will likely be us butting heads directly to see who best earned this opportunity. Our motivations in this match aren’t based on revenge. We’re both motivated by the same things. We’ve come close before, and we won’t dare be denied. I know you look at me and you’re sure you will win this match. Your confidence is enviable for the lesser fighter, but I look square at you and I know I will win this match. It’s not because you’re lesser than me in talent or any other area that we’re far more equals. It’s because of how much I want to be champion. You say you’re motivated, but you have yet to see the sort of determination that I will display for you in this match. I will win this match because of the heart and will I show during it. And there will nothing to be ashamed of on your part.
 
What you show me each and every time out is the message from someone who didn’t think before they spoke, Miss Lopez. It’s easy to get lost in your words with a furrowed brow and a look of confusion, attempting to understand how you draw the conclusions you do, and whether or not you truly understand you to convey your thoughts. I know this, you won’t be able to convey these thoughts of yours into actions in the ring. Your destiny in this match, Ariana, is to lose. So if I’m to understand any of the force fed bullshit that you are trying to spin this time, it’s that you believe my reputation has been built on beating the new girls? That’s all you think I’ve done here over the past several months? If I’m wrong than so be it, but I can only guess from the poorly constructed words you chose to string together. You prefer to accuse me of being a one-trick pony of sorts, sticking with the same angle every time. You practically begged me to stop mentioning you ex last time, and so I did. But you then come at me with the same “facts” that you did before. You spit this “truth” about me being simple minded in a poor attempt to appear consistent. You have achieved that in one way or another. You have been consistently annoying this week. You clearly don’t understand what it’s like for your opponents to have to decipher what it is you’re saying. It’s not because you’re so much more intelligent than all of them. Not hardly. It’s because you seem to speak in code, missing the mark so often that it is you who clearly comes across as the simple minded one. And then you pretend invincibility is your shield. It doesn’t matter what we say or do to you, is that right Ariana? You are set in the belief that it is your destiny to fight Haruna for the Specialists Title, and there is nothing that can stop you. You fail to realize that while you were taking your break and “finding yourself,” there are those of us who did just fine finding themselves while continuing to fight matches. We were improving not by hiding, but by fighting. It’s quite a novel concept really. You might not understand the idea that practicing your craft can actually make you better at it. I’m not sure how simple your mind is, or how simple I’m supposed to believe you are. That’s just it. It’s not that you’re simple minded, necessarily, it’s that you’re just simple. You’re just average and there isn’t anything special about you. Whatever luster you once built up in this company, you lost it. You let it fade away while the new girls you love to hate showed up and started to make this division ours.
 
Why was management so unsure of how to deal with you? Why were you so tough to book? Is it because there were new faces in the crowd they began to prefer more than you? The answer is most likely yes. Please explain to me why you are immune from having your opponents analyze your past? After all, you’ve done so little lately, that all we can do is look at your past. All anyone in this match can really know about you is what you’ve told us. You think you are the perfect winner for this match because of Haruna, you weren’t booked but you should have been and people that aren’t you apparently have simple minds. But you have taken so much crap, huh? You act like I am coming at you like some sort of bully this week. Call me a broken record all you want, but it is you who can’t get past saying the same things to me over and over. You started this after all, and I just came in to finish it. You aren’t being buried by management. You’re being buried by the influx of talent that is better than you. You’re being buried by yourself. I’ve given you plenty to talk about this week, but you haven’t really had all that much to say. How funny that I’ve given you a headache when your tirades were invented to induce headaches for the masses. You aren’t going to win this match, you can be absolutely sure of that. Your destiny is to lose and to reclaim your spot at the back of the line. Thanks for playing this week, but you are the last one that will be earning this No. 1 contender spot.
 
One person that’s been tough for all of us to judge this week has been you, Serena. Your focus has been primarily focused on Ariana from the get-go. I can see that it’s your intention to take her out in this match. Hey, feel free darling. No skin off my back. You see, Aria and I know exactly how much Ariana hates us. She’s made that clear all week. She makes weak attempts to appear as if she’s unbeatable. She has no flaws, just ask her. That woman is perfect and nothing can stop her. She acts as if we’re three doe in the woods and she is a bear. You are making strides and everyone can see that. Maybe this isn’t your times just yet. I know how much you’ll be disappointed by your first loss. You see, unlike you, I couldn’t say I was undefeated that early in my career. They were so impressed by me early that they started putting me in huge spots, routinely. That’s why I’m so battle-tested now, and you’ll get there, too. Bigger and better matches will come for you, like this one. But this just isn’t your time, yet. One loss won’t end your career, and you’d be wise to take the approach that Aria and I have so clearly set out for you throughout this week. Take everything that happens to you and learn from it. Know that not every vixen around here is just a malicious bitch. But accept that the best are consistently competitive, and they won’t let their guard down for anyone.
 
Unfortunately, that will be the reason you don’t walk into Showdown and leave with the No. 1 contender status. It’s the same reason why Ariana’s motivations won’t be good enough to ensure her a win in this match either. Neither of you could possibly be as motivated as Aria or I, and while she believes she will be the clear winner, she will be terribly mistaken. This isn’t exactly about me making up for anything on Redemption. So I didn’t win? So what. Here I am a week later with a chance to get right back into a match for that title. Can the other six Vixens in that match say the same? Aria you make sure after this match you take what happened and you learn from it. Serena, the same goes for you. Ariana, I don’t even know what you do anymore. It’s my turn to take my shot at what I want, and I won’t let anyone or anything stop me. After Showdown, Cailin Dillon will be the No. 1 contender for the Specialists title.
 
Get ready, Haruna.

Victory is the success in defeating an enemy or opponent, the achievement of mastery or success in a struggle or endeavor against odds or difficulties. That is the definition of victory. Victory can come in many different forms. One may win by pinning an opponent. One may win by submitting an opponent. Then there are some who will use dirty tactics to lead up to a victory. Those tactics show no skill. Those who use those tactics lack what a true wrestler desires, he or she lacks pure talent. There aren’t many who possess the raw ability to prevail against all odds. In life, you see people concurring the likes of cancer, financial struggles, relationships, the list goes on and on. In this industry, you see raw talent who will secure a victory cleanly. Then, you see a scared soul who can’t take a beating who will secure a win, no matter what it takes. This entails breaking the rules, using tactics like low blows, eye pokes, everything that would get that scared soul disqualified. Sometimes, they’d rather take a disqualification than a loss. Those are the people who never amount to anything. Back to the raw talent that was mentioned earlier...

I am the Alpha.


I am the Omega.

A few weeks ago, in my return to the Land of ELITE, I was victorious and made some fresh meat tap out. Let me be the first to say that it felt amazing to be back in the ring and even better to hear the sound of someone screaming in pain. It’s safe to say that my return was quite successful and after a couple weeks of waiting for another match, I’m back in action. The difference this time, is it’s not the type of match I wasn’t expecting… A Tag Team Extreme Rules match… I see that my PURE talent is getting put to the test and this is one of the many challenges I’ll face here, but to put me in an EXTREME rules match. This is a disgrace. I have made it pretty clear that I am a man of ELITE standards, not this EXTREME bullshit. From my technical background, I will go into this match knowing what’s in store for me and not only will I prevail, I will make yet another statement. Hexa-gun isn’t a joke and they know what they’re doing, but I don’t think it’ll be enough this time. I’ve noticed that both of my opponents are more focused on their Shock Value match than what’s coming to them on Showdown. Not only are they facing me, but they face my tag team partner for this week, Diamond Cage. Hexa-gun, I truly believe this might be your toughest challenge yet and with your divided attention going into Showdown this weekend, it’s going to make it that much worse for you. You want to go into Shock Value after having your neck snapped? How about your brain driven straight into the mat? I’ve been waiting for a moment like this since my return. In a sense, the odds are stacked against me, considering my nature is the complete opposite of this type of match. What does that mean to me as we near Showdown? Absolutely nothing. I have no doubt in my capability to come out as the victor. I have no doubt in my PURE raw talent to bring Hexa-gun down. Luckily for me, my partner, Diamond Cage, is used to these EXTREME tendencies and all I can hope for, is for him be the former EAW Champion he is and wreak havoc among Hexa-gun.

Let me take a step back for a second.

I believe you two don’t even know who I am, considering I was here before your time in EAW. I am the first ever EAW ELITE Champion. I made my debut, then in just a couple months time I introduced ELITE to EAW by becoming the ELITE Champion. I was featured in the Grand Rampage match where I triumphed over 24 others, eliminating several of them, and making it to the final 5 with the likes of Robbie V, Rated R Shaman of Sexy, Extreme Enigman, and Mr. DEDEDE. I walked into the Grand Rampage as the ELITE Champion, only for StarrStan to be the sore loser he is and used his Number One Contendership during the Grand Rampage AFTER I eliminated him. After being in awe of someone so cowardly, I was caught off guard and eliminated, leaving the four legends in the ring. I’m not someone you want to underestimate. The second you underestimate me, will be the second your neck gets snapped. There’s a little background on me, let’s see how well you listened to my history lesson when the bell sounds and we’re in the ring facing each other. You think you have what it takes to get through the Cage’s before your big Shock Value match? Don’t get me wrong, I know what you two are capable of. Unfortunately for you, it just won’t be quite enough as long as I have something to say and do about it. I’ll end this with wishing you two good luck and a little hint on what’s going to happen this weekend. I will lock in the Forced Confession on one or both of you.

Once it’s locked in, you’ll have no choice but to…

TAP! OR! SNAP!

I think I should be flattered that you've returned your love back to me Mr.DEDEDE, I can hear it in your voice and I can see it within your eyes that you won't be happy until Ryan Savage, is no more. So this is the result when I have taken practically almost everything away from an individual that the one of the things he has to live for is my own demise. Haha, Mr DEDEDE, what you don't realize that chasing me that you are paying a VERY STEEP PRICE IN HAVING MY HEAD! But what makes you think that it'll be that easy to bring me down for good Mr.DEDEDE? Is it because you have this false sense of confidence that you know me from the inside out from our partnership of 18 months? I'm sorry to say my brother but I'm going to have to extract those moments of solace away from you because despite you thinking that you know everything about me, in all reality you never knew me from the first place. The Ryan Savage that I allowed you to be expose to is not the real Ryan Savage that you're having to deal with come Shock Value. If you knew me Mr.DEDEDE you should already know that the moment I walked into this industry I was already a broken man. Before I signed here I was a man that was looking to spend my whole entire life in solitude inside a jail cell for the rest of my life. Everyone who has knew me in my past knew for a fact that I was already sick in the head that I can barely have a grasp on reality, which is why this land that you call your own has became my home where I can do what I want, whenever I want and not suffer any form of repercussions for my actions! If you knew me like you claimed to know me Mr. DEDEDE then you would have sensed my betrayal coming a mile away, you could have prevented a man like me to invade your kingdom, and now your mission is to keep me from toppling it and make you nothing but the dirt underneath my feet. You may claim that you have been the devil, but sir I'm afraid to say that you have been looking at this backwards. The one who invited me into your kingdom that you call home was you. You and you alone has made it a necessity to keep my by your side and despite whatever purpose it was to be you allow  me to watch you from the best view possible. I have seen you at your wickedest and I have seen you at your most cunning. I have seen the symbol of fear that resides in Methuselah himself but quite frankly whatever shades of Mr.DEDEDE you want to bring to Shock Value, I promise you I have the antidote to eliminate you.  You are right about one thing brother, that I have been trapped inside my own hell. Actually for the past 18 months since I have been with you I have walked into the depths of hell and locked the gates behind me and during those 18 months I have been resting. From the midst of your shadows I have been watching your back as our adversaries have attacked us from multiple directions and despite what there motives were, we were able to take them down one, by one. Maybe it was your pity for me, or maybe it was your arrogance that blinded you from the potential threat that resided in me. Or maybe it was your own ignorance to not think for one second that the man you basically considered family was the very first one to stab you in the back and stick the knife deep into you and leave a wound that will never heal. But if anything Mr.DEDEDE, you should thank me for taking away the one of the last things you hold dear to your because if it wasn't for me you would still be vulnerable walking into this match. Thanks to me you are now at the stage of where having my head has now became an obsession which makes this match much more fun for me because it will be very delightful to know that the man who has been feared by many and respected by many will be fall before the one who nobody respects. I'm a cancer to you Mr.DEDEDE and the more and more you keep yourself around me the more you will get weak and eventually get picked apart. This is a sad story that is being written by me and it pains me along with everyone else that I'm sure that has been following your career and try to emulate it to the best of their abilities. I can hear the bell tolling for your demise Mr.DEDEDE and it's a song that of your illustrious career you have try to avoid but just all living things everything must come an end and if you it's necessary for you to make me the only objective you have then that's fine with me. I'm willing to continue this battle as long as you see fit but I hope you know that you are entering the realm of insanity. And maybe this could be the one last thing that I as a brother can do for your decaying body and career, but as you know the more times we clash don't expect each meeting to be the same because the result of me beating you will occur again and again until your spirit breaks. The true tormentor is staring right back you from the gates of hell in the form of me and as you noticed the gates has yet to be open. I could warn you what is going to happen to you Mr.DEDEDE but I guess we are pretty much pass the point of no return, that no warnings would deter you from hunting me down. So I guess when those gates of hell open and when you can feel my blood lust take control of your sense and when your instincts are screaming at you, begging you to run away, that's when you know that your time has come when this is a fight that you don't see yourself winning. If even you think that all these months that you believe I have been trapped in a delusion that I have created myself in which the delusions have confined me and restricted me of my movements. Then the only thing I have to do Mr.DEDEDE is to rip the shackles of those delusions off my body and turn those delusions into a reality which will change the preconception that you along with everyone else had of me. I know the role I must play Mr.DEDEDE and when I look at you and when I listen to every word that draws out of your breath I can hear a faint cry for help. I CAN HEAR IT, I CAN YOU CALLING FOR MY NAME, BEGGING ME TO COME RESCUE YOU FROM THIS HELL THAT YOU HAVE BEEN TRAPPED IN! If you honestly think that the reason HDRO has reminded you all of those key things about yourself just for you to bring back the Mr.DEDEDE who only lived for the World Heavyweight Championship, then there my brother you are sadly mistaken. All he has done was set the course to your end, he has delivered your head to me on a silver platter where I will accomplish my final mission. The mission where I take the last thing that gives your life any sort of meaning in this world and that's the World Heavyweight Championship. What you see here Mr.DEDEDE is that I'm the antidote to your venom and I will be the one to cure this world of your bane existence forever and I don't do this just to be successful or do this just to pandered to my own ego and greed. I do this because deep down inside my cold black heart that I still care for you my brother. I'm only doing this out of love and I swore it on the day we have started The Savage Ryans if I see just one instance of weakness from you then I'll do whatever is necessary to put an end to your pain and suffering. Even if I had to kill whatever piece of humanity I had left inside of me, then that was how far I'm willing to go to whatever I can to put you down for good and maybe when I hold that Championship high above my head you'll realize it by then that you never had a chance of winning that title again. If there was anything I learned about you is that the one thing that has defined who you are today is the statistics and memorable moments that you tend to lean on to validate your whole career, like I have said before if you took whatever you deemed precious to you then you will be nothing but an empty and broken man. But you know Mr.DEDEDE,it's not your fault that your career has become a cancer, a poison to those around you and to yourself. It's people like Brian Daniels, it's people like HDRO, it's people like Alex Anderson, Lucian Black, The Nas, Tyler Parker and so on and so forth down to your family, down to your close friends and down to your fans that has turned you to who you are today. At House Of Glass when I saw you go down and again cost us our tag team titles aspirations not only did I see a man that's not even a shadow of his former self. But when I looked dead in your eyes before I drilled your head to the canvas. I couldn't help but cry for you, I couldn't help but feel sorry for you, not because of you costing us a match. But the simple fact that what I saw in your eyes scared me. And I assure you nothing really rattles me anymore because I have grown accustomed to this world's wickedness that I have seen very terrible things but I shall say that the look I saw in your eyes has topped it. What I saw in your eyes was content and I could see it that you were going to accept the hand that was dealt to you! When I I had witnesses that first hand the first thing that came to mind was to hurt you because I be damned for anyone whether it be you or the people that support you to continue to tarnish your legacy or what's left of it. So believe me Mr.DEDEDE when I say this that my role of being your brother hasn't been fulfilled yet. Despite me betraying you, I'm still your brother and I'm still acting out the love and admiration I have for you and I'm doing all of this because in reality, I'm the only person right now on this Earth that cares for you. So you should thank me for pulling out whatever gas you have left out of you and turn you into the Mr.DEDEDE that lives nothing but for the world title because I want you to enjoy the moments where you weren't just mediocre at best. Because in those last moments of glory I will soon set you ablaze and burn everything before your eyes and along with your body I will erase your legend and turn it into a myth where nobody can ever tarnish your name again! So you can have these moments where you think you are on the cusp of greatness again, if that what it takes for you to be the man you once were then that's fine. You can even think you have Brian Daniels in checkmate if you want but no matter what you do or what tactics you decide to use and you can even claim to be The Gawd of ALL GAWDS but it doesn't deter from the fact that your best friend will be the one that will snub out your fire and put out Brian Daniels' ego and walk away with the World Championship. And the only thing you can truly have along with those who idolize you, could have are the final moments where we will all witness you going down in the blaze of your former glory while you turn into ash and dust.

[kim] chazz is back in Philadelphia training at the dragons den dojo .meanwhile I’m still here in japan with suplex city but don’t worry we’ll both be there Sunday because like chazz always says when it comes to chazz and suplex city it doesn’t matter if there in the same company or on the same side of the planet it doesn’t matter if there above the ground or below it because the philadelphai connection isn’t for life it’s forever. Janitor and young survive if you can because chazz isn’t coming to win the match he’s coming to end your careers

(Cameras open as the Heart Break Boy is staring towards the camera with former Vixens Champion; Cleopatra. She has her eyes squitting at the Heart Break Boy as he tries to ignore her advice again.)

Cleo: Do it, HBB... Turn into your ruthless side against Thomas Minns! Go ahead! I'm ready to hear you rip him apart verbally and mentally for this match!

HBB: Cleo.... No.

Cleopatra: Come on! He's thirsty for that cruel Heart Break Boy!

HBB: Then give him some water.

(HBB tries to walk away but Cleopatra's excitement continues to carry her along his side.)

Cleopatra:  Why not?! This is the perfect opportunity for you. You have this kid where you want him! Beat him down! He's worth the hard spoken words against him.

HBB: I don't do that stuff anymore. I have no need to conform on Minns' level of ignorance and nonsense.

(HBB finally reaches the door until Cleopatra pulls out her cellphone and plays a recorded verison of Thomas Minns' promo as HBB stops and listens)

Cleopatra: HBB! Listen:

"In fact, they actually did have two daughters together. Twins to be specific. Twins that are a legal age and I am going to partake in sexual intercourse with them both. Perhaps even at the same time."

(HBB turns around slowly and turns his head sideways at Cleopatra then closes the door behind him.)

HBB:What did he just say?

Cleopatra: He's going to have sexual intercourse with your daughters, HBB! Listen!

HBB: Maybe I was being a little too nice to Thomas Minns, although I do like some of his abilities but his spoken words are far off the mark. And question, Cleo...

Cleo: Yeah?

HBB: Why do people like you or Minns believe that I have gone "soft" because I'm a warrior of Christ? If anything the hardest battle in this world is following Christ as its much easier to become a follower of this world, which Minns is fitting his boots in.

Cleo: He made an entire list of your recent failures.

HBB: Can we name his?

Cleo: No, he doesn't have much history to do that.

HBB: Exactly. It's easy for someone to be in the business for awhile and jot down every single negative thing of the past to hound them down. The thing is, The Heart Break Boy does not go down that easily. There's a huge difference between I and Thomas Minns on the subject "failure," which might become a scary thing to haunt the young man, going down the road. As I can see it...

"Failure is a mindset"

"Failing is temporary"

I wouldn't call my match with Lioncross as something negative but something that I actually hoist high on my tablet. My entire idea of pushing LC out of the cage that he had locked himself in since CWF came to pass. I was expecting a much ruthless and uncaring LC and we all saw that. I honestly don't care to bark about my match with LC because afterwards, we both got stronger, as we always had done after eachother's defeat. It's obvious, you hadn't been taken too many good notes from our display that may have been more memorable than any match you have had in recent memories. Well, I know that I'm not lying because that was the first thing you have brought up. Plus, my match with LC or any recent failure has no point or nothing to do with Thomas Minns and the Heart Break Boy. Because as I said, there's a difference in mindset between failure and failing. And despite everything I have been through for the last couple of months, I'm still here, I'm still the one everyone talks about and I'm going to keep being the one that everyone talks about and watches from their television screen. Meanwhile, guys like you will continue to pretend and play like you know everything but honestly know a darn thing. You see, Minns, I am pissed off right now. And that's not because you talked about me...

You brought my daughters into this.

I hate to be the judge and I'm surely not but I would not expect my daughters to go for guys who aren't even thought of on the daily basis. I would not expect my daughters to go for guys who wouldn't have the testicles to even impregnate a woman. Nonetheless, I'm not the judge of that but its just how everyone sees it.

So trying to pick up my daughters in your promo is a no-no. Then again, it's probably more entertaining than your Netflix & Chill crap with Madison whatever. Honestly, I know you're a young man but you aren't too young, come on! Only basic hoes sit up and do Netflix and Chill on a nightly schedule. I'm just being real and honest with you, Minns. That's what you want anyway, you want the ruthless Heart Break Boy?

I can always mix God's anger inside of me with truth at all times. I'm going to continue to call it like I see it from each invidudal that believe what they're seeing will give them a leg up on me for a match. I was already prepared for the misses of my career, as a lot have achieved them, no matter what level they're on. What gets me are how young fellas trying to chalk down on careers when they haven't even discovered theirs yet. I can't sit here and name one single thing Thomas Minns has done. Why? Because he hasn't done anything yet and to even deserve to use my "failures" in his promo. You can also see that as a reason that I named you with potential because that's all I see is a star player with potential to head to the pros but his addiction to pitifulness and other mighty garbage, which will hold him back. The only way to get through this struggle will acknowledge your superiors, acknowledge the ones that paved way and stop trying too hard to make up something only self-worth crap that is filled with contradicting road blocks.

You think you're better than Pizza Boy? Thomas Minns?

You think that he's a comedy relief? Tell me what's more funny?

The fact that a guy who is named after food is doing relvatively better than a guy who I have never seen mentioned other than being called a "pedophile"apparently. I have heard so many good things about my comrade despite his mental issues and nobody forged signature about Thomas Minns into my ears other than what I only see is that same word, "potential," "promising," and to elaborate on this much. I wouldn't take this as too much of a compliment because I've said it to a handfull of guys like you and after losing a simple match, they complain, whine, cry...

(HBB uses his hands to playfully act like he's crying)

Momma!

It isn't just you, Minns. I have seen others cry over the tiniest things and insuring arugments from all over. I just recently heard Mexican Samurai tell Lioncross that he complained backstage about my match with LC being there on the card.

In my mind, I can only think of ," Is this what EAW has resorted to?" Now we're acting like rugrats over whose match is high or not? What does it matter? My mindset is different because regardless or not when I'm on game, there should be no denial that I'm going out there to give it my all, no matter if I'm pre-show or not even on the card. I don't go backstage with my hands out for Halloween candy. I'm not that type of guy who riddlcues himself into stuff like that. Selfiness only makes you look less than a person. And especially if its a match that you're not even apart of. Humbleness lasts forever and will ultimately decide the right direction that you're going. Believe it or not, Mexican Samurai wasn't the first to complain. I've seen Kelly Keller, I've seen Alex Anderson and a whole bunch of guys adding two-cents that mean absolutely nothing. They can remember the times you have failed but they can't remember the times that they were chasing your behind for attention. Some people just blurr out things against people they don't even know. Let's use Thomas Minns for example.

He actually believes that I have any feelings over Heart Break Gal and adds random words in my mouth about being stuck on her. If anything that I would be stuck on about HBG, would come with those tag team championships that she's currently holding. Also, I'm pretty sure what I did at Pain for Pride 7 wasn't only just for HBG's sake but also for my daughters as well. My daughters are the most precious things to me in life and seeing their mother getting hurt wasn't going to be very pleasant for them. However, I wouldn't say the same for you. And one last thing...

The only one that the Heart Break Boy praises is the Lord Christ Jesus, whom is the author and finisher of faith. Some people just believe what the world sees. You think about Jesus and you think they're immediately soft when throughout the entire history of the Bible, many warriors such as Jesus led as example of the most ruthless warriors in the spiritual and enemies world. But that's why our generation lack knowledge. Thomas Minns confuses my beliefs with The Prodigal Son's ability to get down inside that ring. I'm pretty sure this isn't the first time I have heard this and the same story could get written all over again. I'm definitely not offended by a lot of people's opinions on my religious stand. I'm just going to keep believing in God for myself while people continue to talk about nothing they know. The killer part is when they're saying it, they even tell themselves, "I don't know what I'm talking about." I'm not making up for any sin that I have committed. In fact, I'm still a sinner and I'm not different from you or the next person in this scenario. The only thing that seperates you and me --- I know who I am. I've been a warrior despite all my falls and slips. I have been a warrior despite how many times people think I'm "embarassed." I'm a EAW Hall of Famer, Former World Champion, I have completely created a storied history and even if I lost twenty more matches, still nothing will change what I have accomplished. Then again, as you have only stated the past, it seems as I have taken that route as well. So lets go ahead and look ahead to the future because since I have blurted out how falling is only temprory, this means everything that I say and do are temporary. In fact... My defeat against Lioncross is only temperory so if you haven't faced any real failure in your career, Minns...

Get ready to jot this one down.

"Thomas Minns gets schooled by Legend."

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(The Heart Break Boy holds up a number one hand signal sign. Cleopatra stares at him with a grin on her face as he looks over her then politely exits the building.)

[Whoever thought they'd see each other again? Two females walk towards one another from the opposite ends of a hallway in an airport with their chins up, not even smiling or glancing at the faces who look at them with amazement. One was a professional wrestler, an EAW Vixen whose build was perfect for an athlete. She wore a red top with plain white skirt, with matching red high heel ankle boots. She is popularly known as one half of the Tag Team Champions, HBG, and she looked fantastic with a smirk on her face]

HBG: You little bitch.

[The other seemed like she was just in her late teens, wearing a blue vest that had a logo of the private school she goes to. Over her small tie, she had a necklace with a crucifix pendant hanging from it. She also wears a blue plaid skirt, knee high socks and black leather shoes. She looked like a model]

..: It's nice to see you too, slut.

[They seem like best friends, or rivals even, but they look similar to one another. Watching her was like traveling back in time seeing a younger HBG with the same attitude, except this one had a ligher brown hair as opposed to her darker shade. But the look in their eyes, their facial features, their manerisms are almost alike. They are cousins perhaps? Sisters? No.]

HBG: What the hell are you doing here, Hayden? 

Hayden Alea: What, I can't see my own mother at the airport now? 

[She was her daughter, Hayden Alea]

HBG: You can, but it's ill-advised. You see, I just got back from a house show at Miami. And after keeping myself awake, and binge-drinking three different kinds of coffee, I'd at least like to feel more relaxed than stressed when I get here in Seattle because I have to prepare for my wrestling match which is only a couple of days from now. Right now, Hayden, is 2:45 pm, which means that I am falling behind my very strict schedule and I should be in the Mercenary lair with my partner to watch the other half of iZombie season 1, which by the way, we're fairly behind too! I make plans, and I hate to mess that up, and you skipping school just to be here... IS MESSING THAT UP!

Hayden Alea: Oh boo hoo! "Partner" my ass, everyone knows that you and Y2Impact have been an item for a while now, everyone saw that Pain for Pride kiss. It's just one day, no one's going to miss me. I'm at the top of my class. I'm the prettiest girl on campus. I'm certain one of those geeks would lend me some notes if I just tell them how "sick" I've been today. It's no big deal! I swear to you, the disciplinary officers in that christian school are fucking jokes. You and I talk so alike that they actually think that I'm you if I changed my voice for a bit. They're intimidated that I'm the daughter of a professional wrestler. I'm embarrassed for them, to be honest. 

HBG: Wait, hold up. If you fake called the school office and said you were sick, then why are you wearing that uniform? 

Hayden Alea: Because I look cute in it? 

[HBG sighs. Too tired to be angry. Too indifferent to start lecturing. And being without her partner isn't helping at all. She just trusts that Hayden knows what she's doing because she always does anyway, so they start walking, Hayden took the liberty of carrying HBG's white duffle bag]

Hayden Alea: I just needed to see you because I want to know how you've been doing. It's been tough in the mansion being all alone with our ugly servants, they wouldn't leave me be! I needed a change in setting even just for a day and I figured flying here would give me that! Aunt Mel J took me actually, she's demented these days, but still a darling. Glad you're friends with her. Anyway, Shock Value is coming up! It's pretty cool seeing you in this FPV for once after it existing for three years now. I wonder if you'll be any good.

HBG: Jesus, Hayden, House of Glass went 5 years without HBG in it competing, and still I manage to bring my game face on and perform in a match which undoutedly should be a candidate for Match of the Year. You're talking like you haven't paid attention to anything I've ever done! You wonder if I'll be any good? Fuck, that's JJ Silva logic. Acting like nothing has ever happened, giving the same played out reasoning that he'd say two months ago before he even faced Hexa-gun, continuing to show off with arrogance, thinking he'd have dirt on me by saying I'm "not ready to become a memory". I think he's been spending too much time with Eclipse Diemos. Talking about my fears and my insecurities. What makes me cry and what makes me sad. They don't even know that I'm the most narcissistic bitch alive. I'm perfection, and I only create perfection. I let them walk around in their wrestling trunks and elbow pads prepared to give us the beating of a lifetime, because I know myself that not on their best day would they be able to deliver. They always think that they have the upper-hand, because of their recent "close but no cigar" moments. They always think that if they fall seven times, they actually will be able to rise up at 8 and maybe in their drug-induced world, that might be the case, when they're dealing with their fellow below average elitists they can get away with it, but when you're dealing with me, when you're dealing with Hexa-gun, once you're down, there is no other course of action to take than moving the fuck on bacause you are only going to stay down. 

Hayden Alea: And here I was thinking that after your Bane of LEGION group, you'd be done with factions and teams...

HBG: I've spent a long time being surrounded by contradictions. I've spent a lot of time saying things and promising what I would never do again, but guess what? Life's like that. Sometimes shit happens, you just develop a sudden urge to go back to the things that once made you happy, with a person who matters to you and do something better with your life rather than staying dormant and crying about your miserable existence. I thought I was done with wrestling. I thought I was done with meaningless trinkets that made me stand out. I was too embarrassed to show myself in the wrestling ring because of what's happened the last time I forced myself back in it. I've convinced myself for a long time that difficult roads should be avoided, that I am just a dried leaf being blown wherever the winds take me, having no choice but to go with the flow. But once you find meaning in what you're doing, the difficulty just fades away, and you realize that the only person holding you back is you. That is a lesson I give you Hayden, if you're ever too afraid of taking the leap and overcoming your fears. You make your own fate. You decide how your life is going to be. And that's the same lesson I wish JJ Silva would actually hear out because he spends way too much time disposing of and neglecting his teammates that he thought were holding his team back, without even knowing that the pressure and the weight of this issue is too much for him to handle. He thinks that kicking out Cailin Dillon would actually be a means for change and progress, but guess what? They still couldn't win over Hexa-gun. They still couldn't win the Tag Team Championships. They're still losers. And now he thinks Chris Elite is the problem. They keep him distracted. They convince him that he should just stay at Dynasty Wrestling while they take care of business at Shock Value. They think it would be a great fucking idea to just put two teams who no one's even heard of in this match that could anytime no-show, and I bet you, when things go wrong for him again, he'll be blaming Liam Catterson for it, he'll be blaming Gabriel Eden, he'll be blaming Eclipse Diemos... but never will he blame himself and admit to his incompetency. He will never admit that he's the only person holding himself back from his own goals. 

Hayden Alea: Now that you're telling me about that, these people you're facing really seem pathetic... Why on earth would you call someone out for their means to victory? Why is it a bad thing that you take advantage of your opponents when they're down, hit a finishing move and score the concluding pin? And what's it got to do with being manipulative? 

HBG: Man, Hayden, I have no idea. JJ Silva is a retard, that's all there is to it. You can't be finding logic or any kind of sense from a drooling imbecile like him... and Liam Catterson... and the rest of this clusterfuck of a team. Every time they open their mouths its like they're BEGGING to be made fun of. 

Hayden Alea: I find it funny that these people are still even trying to exploit every possible loophole, when we all know that Hexa-gun has this in the bag. If you could beat the entire Anti-gun led by Ryan Savage and Mr. DEDEDE, there shouldn't be any reason for you to be taken aback by these fidgeting half-wits. Fuck them, am I right?

HBG: Hayden, can you watch your fucking language? You might wake up the demons from under Eclipse Diemos's bed, he doesn't like it when someone messes with his "Bed sessions with my sister", or whatever dark comedy juvenile porn video he's directing. 

Hayden Alea: That's so inappropriate!

HBG: No, it's not. What's inappropriate is that he just sends kids around in houses dropping small notes and flowers while they talk about grown up issues. What do they know about wrestling? What do they know about Extreme Rules? They only know what Eclipse Diemos has been telling them, and what Eclipse Diemos knows is what Liam Catterson has been telling him. Just picture it, Hayden. Picture it for one moment. None of the words he ever threw around had any deeper meaning if you take away the scenario he or his kiddie fuckfest put themselves in. It's as generic as it gets. They have been so traumatized by Eclipse Diemos's antics that they think what's unacceptable and the things that could put him in jail are completely okay, because that's the only thing they know, that's their upbringing, that has been their life and being children it's easy to stir their minds to whatever direction adults want, and it's been so bad that they've been hearing whispers in their ears. Do you know why you haven't been hearing whispers in your ears, Hayden? 

Hayden Alea: Beacause I'm not crazy?

HBG: No bitch, three months ago, you were cussing me out on the phone, now you're suddenly all sunshine?  You're crazy. We all are crazy. But the difference is, we still keep calm and not let ourselves get lost in our craziness. We keep them concealed until there's a perfect time for it to come out and people just become surprised of what we are capable of. I don't attack like a savage wild dog. I bide my time. I devise schemes, and flawlessly execute them for the sake of the destruction of my enemies, and no one will ever realize until its too late that they'd be nothing but victims in my hands. We could actually explain what is happening to us -- why we think a certain way and what the best way is to cope with it. It's nothing supernatural. It's nothing undescribed or unexplained, or whatever those children describe it as when they speak so much about subjects they know so little about, the things Eclipse Diemos is too afraid to say himself. And believe me, I wish I could think that way too. It would really be a nice thought knowing that somewhere down the road there are ghouls and demons and monsters that are just impossible to take down, and they just devour, maul, and even possess actual human beings into doing what they might regret. I'd like to believe that this world is more fucked up than it actually is, that there's actually a toothfairy or a santa claus, because sometimes when we instill those thoughts in the innocent minds, they think positively about the world, and we could effectively keep them from the dangers. But what Eclipse Diemos and that stupid cunt Jocelyn can't understand is that I've defied the big monsters who dare scare me with their violent words. I have taken them down, I have stood above them, I have exposed all sorts of myths that have been told, made sure that the world knows its nothing but a joke because while fantasies and imaginations are so nice and so easy to float around in, I live in a world where reality immediately follows and spikes my delusional enemies onto to the ground where they belong. 

Hayden Alea: That sounds painful... then again, it should be. Kick Eclipse Diemos' face for me, would ya? 

HBG: I'd even bash Jocelyn's face with a fucking chair for even being involved. 

[Both girls chuckle, soon HBG could see Y2Impact from a distance, she takes her bag from Hayden Alea. It was time to leave]

Hayden Alea: It was nice seeing you again, mother. I think I'm gonna see the place and fly home in the morning. I think it's best that I stay away from the wrestling scene, I apparently attract creeps like Thomas Minns, who has built quite a reputation touching little girls.

HBG: Who cares about that idiot. You're 16, you're too old for his taste. Don't think he'll actually attempt anything with you. But he really should stop butting his nose in other people's business, mind his own, and speak softly before he gets hit harder than his words ever could.

Hayden Alea: I like guys my age anyway. And it seems to me your prince charming is approaching. We'll see each other again.

[Y2Impact walks over and greets HBG with a warm hug, as tag team partners normally do. Hayden smiles at both of them and walks off]

HBG: Definitely. And Hayden, if you ever cut class again, I am going to slap the taste out of your mouth.

Hayden Alea: (waving bye) Later, mom. Bye Imp.

[HBG and Y2Impact both walk to the exit, going to the parking lot. They can be heard talking about iZombie episodes that they have yet to watch. End of Scene.]