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As I mentioned before Mr.DEDEDE you play a key role into the lives of many and as much of game that Brian Daniels bring to the table he has grown content with on the so called level than he is at. He is willing to be on the fine line above me and below you and maybe it's the respect and love and admiration he has for you has hindered him and to me that makes Brian Daniels, weak. A weakness that has been exposed and a weakness that will ultimately cost you the one thing that you have sacrificed your whole entire career for. A true pity is when a man like me that you again don't think nothing much of will come in and take it away from you and it doesn't matter if you put up a fight to defend your crown or not but at the end of the day you will be another example on why even someone like you can't escape the inevitable fate that is looming over your World Championship. You may be wondering what do I mean when I speak of "fate" and what I mean by it is that for a long time that Championship has been held by men who had no true killer instinct, men who has fell victim to it's song and without it within their possession they foolishly seem to throw everything away for it. Like you was foolishly willing to sacrifice your whole entire career just to hold that title, one more time. To me it seems that you're letting all of that power go to your head and blind you from the true threat that has been lurking around. You may take this as another boring and empty threat but I assure you that I have been hiding within the darkness of Mr.DEDEDE's shadow just for this moment, and believe it or not I have been biding my time waiting patiently when I have gained all the knowledge and the power that I know hold in my hands to take the World Championship away from you! For the moments you've known me and what you have seen from me you can say I have hidden my true nature, and disguised it as the potential that attracted Mr.DEDEDE towards me. He has revealed the secrets to what it takes to be successful and I can remember very clearly when he has touted to the world that I have that killer instinct that exists inside me. But I guess what puzzles me the most Brian is that you are disgusted by me? Why are you so disgusted by me? Is it because of the fact that the man you have idolized for so long has picked me of all people to nurture to basically groom to be a success, the man that carries this company towards the future? Within those 18 months of being by that man's side I have heard the whispers and I have seen the looks and I can smell the drive of men who tried everything they could to knock me down and just to see me fail because they couldn't stand the simple fact that a man like me who has no respect nor honor for this industry that has open access to one of the men who has conquered this sport for years! Something like that can stir up jealousy and I doubt you are jealous of me Brian, you of all people shouldn't be jealous of me. Which is why I'm still confused why you're disgusted on how I turned on my former partner. Like should you be surprised, of how the story ends between him and I. You said it yourself that the man is deranged and sadistic and what I've done was pure art, something I know that Mr.DEDEDE would have done if he was in the same position that I'm in. You may be right about him being the guy that people could look up to, I mean he has paved the way for so many people. But what good would that get you? Ab-so-lute-ly, nothing. So what I did what any other person would do and stop admiring and respecting the person that you NEED to surpass in order to survive. I refuse to let the feelings of respect or admiration get in the way on what I have to do in order to get to the top! If anything Mr.DEDEDE should respect the fact that I stabbed him not only in the back but also in the front and within those moment where I driven his head into the back and almost, and I MEAN FUCKING ALMOST BROKE HIS NECK! I looked into his eyes as I knew he was cursing my name inside his head and I know in the back of his mind he saw it coming and he accepted the consequences of befriending a snake like me in the first place. He knew that one day soon with the killer instinct that I have in me that I would turn on him and the only thing that was unknown about it is when I would decide to make my move and STRIKE! But when I left his broken and beaten down body laying on that fateful night, I took the torch away from him and right now I have it in my possession, and with that torch has brought me an opportunity. An opportunity that you have been calling into question on what I have done to deserve a title shot. I know for a fact that I'm reaping what I sew when I turned on Mr.DEDEDE and I'm sure HDRO and many others are wanting to see what I have gotten out of it by cutting a man that I believe that has displayed weakness right in front of me, a man who's legacy that is crumbling before the eyes of many who admires him from a far. A lot of people don't believe that I will even make it far in this match but I know for a fact that I wouldn't have done without turning this seemingly bleak situation into opportunity and I wouldn't have done what I did if I didn't think I would walk out as the champion. You can say that you're tired of people like me taking advantage of Mr.DEDEDE but it's hard to empathize with a man that was weak in the first place. But what you don't understand that everyone has to repent for their sins and nor you or Mr.DEDEDE are the exceptions to that universal law. Mr.DEDEDE said he won't repent unless someone forces him to do so and I have taken that position and I'm willing to drag him through the dirt and through hell just to make him repent and everything he has done to build his almighty monument by brainwashing people like you Brian Daniels in worshiping him and making him a false idol. But unfortunately the cracks of his mighty kingdom that he was grown fond of that he has built off of the numerous success in the past are starting to crumble and that's the result of his sins catching up to him.

Mr.DEDEDE I have seen so many people who has tried numerous of times to out run death itself but time and time again the result has always become the same. You can boast and brag about how much your body has endured over the countless battles you have been apart of or the wars you have waged but at the end of the day you still feel pain, you still feel exhaustion, you are not a Gawd, you are a human being. Just like mortal men when your body ages, you start to feel years of kinks in the armor, you are starting to feel the pain lasting longer than you are typically accusomted to. You can lie to me until you are satisfied with yourself but Mr.DEDEDE I know for a fact that you're still hurt emotionally, mentally and physically but you are too proud to admit that. The one deadly sin that has caused you the most grief is pride and it was your pride that has made you turn a blind eye to my true nature. You have let your sense of respect for me and our bond get in the way of your better judgement and I can tell that you're almost running out of gas. I hope you enjoy whatever moments of bliss that you can afford within these short days before Shock Value because those memories of you being champion is all you would have left at the end of it. The one regret that will keep resurfacing in your mind is that you should have taken that opportunity that I have given you back on Dynasty Wrestling for to walk away and never cross paths with me again. But as I predicted you would succumb to your pride and act selfishly by chasing after his vendetta against me and achieve retribution and redemption in one night. You have chosen to go down with your Kingdom instead of preserving what's left of your career! You are the standard bearer of this generation that so many people in this company has looked up to you and aspire to be you one day. You could still have your 6th, 7th or even 10th world title if you didn't come near me. You could still have the keys to heaven if you went to chase after the Answers World Championship or the EAW Championship. People could still have the memories of their hero doing what he does best if you just took my offer to leave. People would still celebrate your legend but it seems to me that you have forsaken every last thing you have accomplished and now the last biter memory you will force down the throats of your faithful followers and among your peers and fellow legends is that they will see a dying man go down fighting for nothing when he succumbs to not only me, but his own weaknesses and his pride. You have chosen the hill you wished to die on and I promise you that the death of your career and your legacy won't come swiftly. I'll see to it that you'll feel every last regret and I hope the images of us ever meeting would be burned into your mind because that was the moment where you have signed your legacy over to me and while your kingdom is in ashes and nothing but rubble below my feet, that's where I will build and construct my own kingdom in it's place. So people can say it was sick or wrong of me to take advantage of you, Mr.DEDEDE but what people are going to have to understand that this is the cycle of life and legends are made to die and make way for people who will start their own empires. So again Mr.DEDEDE take this time to reflect and think back on a beautiful and amazing career you had because it will all be a distant memory after Shock Value.

Excuse me whenever I say this but whenever Clark Duncan stated “I'm not Nick Angel, I don't decide to get up and walk out just when everything is handed to me on a silver platter.” That is more of a delusional statement by Clark himself. Clark, you’re clearly the last man to talk about being handed everything because as of recently? From what I’ve seen, ever since you aligned with the corporations you’ve been nothing but a poster boy of what a true spoiled brat is. You might be the New Breed Champion but did you really earn the title without the help of the very lobbyists that I’m fighting against? And honestly Clark, you being a spoiled brat is the epitome of what is wrong with EAW. I keep on thinking that EAW is the ideal place for the Land of the Elite where the strongest of the strong stands out. I keep on thinking that EAW in theory should be in place where the true blue collar shouldn’t have to sell out their ideals to actually get short-term results. More importantly? If you’re truly an elitist, you wouldn’t have to resort to having shortcuts for results that wouldn’t give you the vital experience of actually learning something very precious. Unfortunately this is only ideal in theory as crooks like Clark Duncan attempts to use the concept of lobbying and backstage politics and I ask myself why? Is it because they are not really a blue collar worker as they proclaim themselves? Again under the assumption that Clark Duncan is a blue collar worker, Clark wouldn’t even have to sell himself to the very lobbyists that the common blue collar worker despises. Ideologically, I feel it’s more of a hyperbole to possess a white collar mind while working like a blue collar worker because when it comes to a true blue collar workhorse like me? We put in the hours of training our butts off to improve how we can hone our skills, train how his weakness can be shielded by potential exploitation along having the mentality that with hard work? You can be an elitist among elite. Now I want to ask Clark Duncan, does he fit any of the label of being the blue collar workhorse he claims himself to be? Hell no. You spend hours of how you, Clark, scheming with the very lobbyists of how much leverage you can get politically. Speaking of leverage Clark, the only leverage you got are the very lobbyists that have some profound interest in you but once you go against a very technical, savvy veteran like me? There is nothing that won’t stop me from exploiting you because you haven’t done anything that shields you skill wise. And more importantly Clark? You selling out to the lobbyists make me assure of one thing. You’re not ready to compete among the cream of the crop in this business. Take a look at all the main eventers that you may encounter and while I don’t exactly like them? I know for a fact that when you have to confront a situation that is magnified, your psychology will collapse because you don’t have the balls to do things the hard way when situations go tough.

At least with me? I don’t get things handed on a silver platter unlike my opposition accuses me of. Far from what they claim to be. In fact, I have stress this multiple times that why would I ever be handed something on a silver platter just because I’ve been in many prominent matches in my career? It’s because I earned in fighting those prominent matches or make it very prominent themselves. Let’s take a look back in my rookie year. I was hardly the poster boy of my rookie class. I was hardly the man that everyone loved as people were more in love with guys such as Alex Anderson and Erik Yung. Maybe it’s because I realized that the Ronn’s regime wasn’t suited for an idealist like me. I was in a middle of a clusterfuck of a company that was run by a dictator who ruled with an iron fist with a bunch of his cronies that conspires to fight idealists like me. I decided to take my talents and fight this corruption with the very guy that shares the same sentiment with me. That promotion? Alpha Wrestling League. At first, Alpha Wrestling League was a promotion that emphasizes the true definition of a blue collar worker. The foundation was set apart by guys that believe there is a right way to succeed in professional wrestling and for a year? The experiment more or less was actually pretty good until I realized that later down the load? Maybe idealism with idealists can’t sustain itself if it comes into conflict with a clique that wants to establish the old order among a new order. And so there it is, I made my second return to EAW with no Ronn in sight but rather more or less the corruption that is within EAW. A Scotty Diamond that more or less abuses his power with his secret police is hardly an improvement. But I mistrust the guys that did fight Scotty Diamond. In response? Hades, Venom and I form the House of Renegades where we don’t like corporations at all but we mistrust the very guys that fight the lobbyists because in my opinion? They get spoiled with main event spots and actually have the audacity to question if people are conspiring against them. At least with me? I never get anything handed on a silver platter. No. In fact, whenever I went against Mr. DEDEDE and Tyler Parker with my co-partners in Venom and the Deity, it wasn’t the main event of No Regards. In fact, it was regarded as a secondary match that two elite caliber talents should my team to the woodshed. Little do people know back then or even now? I don’t go by what people think, I go by what I think I deserve and I put on a show that only the true blue collar workhorse can relate to as I slay the epitome of the white horse worker and put them among a dividing line. Do you see someone like Clark Duncan beating one elite talent, let alone two at the same time? I don’t share such sentiment because he doesn’t have the confidence of himself. If he had any confidence in himself, he wouldn’t sell his soul of being a yes man. Point and simple, I never was a poster boy like Alex Anderson nor am I beloved like a Brian Daniels. I fight for instilling my belief with a philosophy that outright rejects the helps of the very lobbyists that is indeed aiding Clark Duncan.

Which leads me to my next point. You proclaim some bold assumptions Carson about me but at the end of the day? They are only assumption. What the fuck do you know about me in the first place huh? You act like you have gone through the struggles of people conspiring against you along the fact that despite no matter how many good performances along with good results? I’m always overlooked. I always myself why? I’d like to think that I’m a charismatic guy at least according to Clark Duncan as I drive some inspiration to guys that may believe my plausible theories. I’d like to think that I possess a vast amount of talent as you Carson witness at the latest edition of Voltage as I simply out-think and out-play you rather than relying on my brawn. Hell when in doubt? I would like to think I have the “it” factor because I have all the credentials and reliability of cementing my spot as a main eventer. Yet it seems like the board disagree. Tell me Carson, how an elitist like me feels when I possess all of the necessary and vital stuff to be an elitist along with a track record that is more or less a healthy one. Yet somehow and someway are more of a groomsmaid rather than the groom himself? You know what that makes me in one sense Carson? It makes me an underdog. Sure, I may not have the stereotypical underdog story where I came from absolutely nothing as I am more or less an academic product. However, the more and more I became more overlooked and I became limited due to incompetent decisions by the board? That makes me more or less an underdog. Now tell me Carson, what makes you an underdog by any stretch of imagination? In fact, many pundits are actually favoring you over me as people are already calling it a two horse race between you and Clark. Now tell me Carson, how you can claim of being an underdog when reality shows you that you are something that you don’t even relate to an underdog are what puzzles me. Then again, you and Clark might have more things in common. You claim that you’re not this but the fact shows that you try to image yourself in a different way and I’m asking myself why? At least I’m man enough to claim that I was deluded of wasting years on people that more or less were a bunch of crooks. What have you done anything besides being in a two horse race that qualifies you as an underdog huh? Absolutely nothing. You may talk like an underdog but when the bell rings? You hardly have the heart of an underdog as demonstrated when you go against a savvy veteran like me. You may have potential and that is why you delude yourself to thinking you’re an underdog but let’s get one thing straight. Potential means nothing if you don’t do anything with it and in EAW? Potential doesn’t mean exactly translate to success especially against guys who are crafted, polished like me. And at the end of the day? There will be more questions than answers regarding your talent Carson while for me at Shock Value? More or less will be the vindication that when you put me in arguably the toughest situation? I don’t falter under pressure. Contrary to popular belief, when an opportunity like the Answers World Championship come coming? I will verify as to why when I open my eyes, I know what it is necessary to continue my journey of being a future world champion.

Shock Value Promo #2

In the darkest of time, the mind can become numb
Just trying to find the light at the end of the tunnel
Only one person can lead you through the dark times
The question is, are you strong enough to make it through
The sacrifices, the casualties you will endure along the way
The pain, the suffering the tears is it all worth it
It’s only worth it if you make the most out of it
The pain is only temporary, quitting last a life time
Quitting is not an option, winning is my only option
Being a champion is an honor not a privilege
Even through the darkest of time, I still find a way
I find a way because I’m strong, no stronger, no the strongest
That is what separates the strong from the weak
The weak sink to the bottom, while the strong rises above
I am a champion because I rose above the dark times
I am a champion because I rose above hate
I am a champion because I am better than everybody

Poem by Madison Kaline 2015

(The camera pans backstage where there is a sofa that Thomas Minns is sat on. He is wearing a dark blue suit and his signature sunglasses. Next to him on the sofa is Madison Kaline. She is wearing a tight leather skirt and a small white shirt. She has the Vixens title next to her.)

Thomas Minns: Welcome to the third episode of Netflix and Minns! Once again, we are joined by The Vixens Champion, Madison Kaline! You can tell just how much I am loving her as a guest as I've
brought her back for a second time. You are looking mighty fine today, Madison.

Madison: First off, I am always looking "mighty fine" and second off ugh I can't believe i'm doing this stupid show again.

Thomas Minns: You know you love it, really. Ever since you were last on Netflix and Minns, you've been dying for me to hit you up again and have the opportunity to sit down next to me on that sofa. I know that you just can't wait for the chilling part afterwards.

Madison: (Madison smiles) Yeah your right, I just can't hide my feelings for you anymore Tommy. (Madison bends over to kiss him before shes laughs and rolls her eyes) Bitch please I can do a hell of a lot better than you. Me beating Aria at House of Glass had nothing to do with you or this lame show. It had to do with me, and only me because I am the best Vixens on this Earth. Do you understand what I am saying?

Thomas Minns: Of course I do. However, your latest performances perhaps don't suggest exactly that. You've been winning some and losing some lately. For example, you were defeated by Cloud Matusda. How do you explain that loss?

Madison: Whenever I lose a match, it's not because I got beat by the better woman, no it's because when I am in meaningless matches against a person like Cloud, I get bored so I try new things during the match to see if I can improve my abilities. Sometimes they cost me during the match what can I say? Even Muhammad Ali got beat a couple times.

Thomas Minns: That's a point very well made, Madison. Now, let's get to the reason that you're really here. Netflix and Minns is all about groundbreaking journalism. I ask the hard hitting questions and get my guests to talk about what everyone wants to hear. Eris LeCava. What are your thoughts of her?

Madison: My thoughts on Eris (Madison laughs) My thoughts on that crazy bitch Eris are, that she is a crazy bitch. Chuck Scene beating the crap out of her was funny, she deserved it. Honestly though it's pretty funny. She actually thinks she can beat me. Beating me is no easy task, in fact its hard...Speaking of hard what the fuck is coming out of your pants right now? You are gross you know that you are so fucking gross....

Thomas Minns: (Thomas smirks) You'll be finding out about that later. Swiftly moving on. Shock Value isn't too far away now. We're down into single figures, I know that you're counting down the days until you defend your Vixens Championship against Eris LeCava. Eris has been on a roll lately. Do you really think you're the woman that can stop her?

Madison: (Madison chuckles) Of course I am, I mean just look at my track record. I stopped the Vixen Killer, Tarah Nova's reign of terror. And where is Tarah these days? I became the Killer of the Vixen Killer. I slowed down the up and coming Aria Jaxon, she was on quite the roll too, until I stopped her at House of Glass and she is regulated to nothing these days. Eris will be no different. You see Thomas, we are all good wrestlers, we are even you that's why we are all in EAW. That's why EAW signed us. But there are good wrestlers and then there those of us with superior talent, like myself. Eris will be stopped, and she will be stopped by none other than the living legend herself Madison Kaline.

Thomas Minns: I admire your confidence. Confidence in ourselves is a similar trait that we share, we both know that we are the best wrestlers on the planet. Eris is a lot different from any other competitor that you've faced before. She's very eccentric and can do anything inside that squared circle. How have you been preparing for her?

Madison: Eris is different from any of my past opponents with one reason, and one reason only, because she is wacked out of her freakin skull. She is on tons of medications which don't seem to be helping at all. Other than that, she is just like every other Vixen out there, jealous of me, jealous of my amazing body, my amazing looks, and jealous that I am the Vixens Champion. Not everyone can be the best, there is only enough room for one at the top. And sorry Eris that one at the top is me!

Thomas Minns: You'll definitely be on top of me later. I mean, of course you're at the top of the vixens division. I will admit that you are my favourite Vixen in the world and I know you're my favourite elitist. Let's see how far your confidence goes. Are you guaranteeing here to me that you will defeat Eris at Shock Value?

Madison: I am indeed guaranteeing a victory at Shock Value this Saturday, and come this time next week I will still be your Vixens Champion of the world. I've been in EAW for a quite a bit now. I have been in the ring with some of the best. Vixens such as Lethal, Tarah Nova and Cameron Ella Ava, they have taken me to my absolute limit. Eris will be a cake walk. Mark my words.

Thomas Minns: You heard it here first folks. Madison Kaline guarantees victory over Eris LeCava at Shock Value. I for one, believe her. I only have one final question for you. What movie are we going to be watching and chilling?

Madison: Umm same movie as last time I guess, whatever movie it is that you watched by yourself (Madison laughs and walks off the set)

(Thomas Minns watches Madison's ass as she walks off with the Vixens Championship draped over her shoulder. The camera then fades to black)

Scene opens on Jameson's farmhouse. Sitting on the front porch is Jameson, in his rocking chair, sipping from a clay jug. Jameson has a somewhat sour look on his face.

"Do I hafta do this? My throat is killing me. I ain't talked this much since that time BL introduced me to moonshine soaked expresso beans and I ate the entire bag."

The voice of Jameson's narrator drawls, also sounding a little unhappy.

"Like the saying goes, boyh. 'No pain, no gain.' If you can't talk the talk, how do you expect to walk the walk?"

Jameson sullenly sips from his jug.

"Shoulda jus' gone back to stickin' a fork in the 'lectric socket ..."

"And would you really just want to let things lie as they are? Or are you going to be a man and get something offa yer chest?"

"Peoples been talkin'. Let's start off with Kenny Drake. You got a strange idea of 'accidental' versus 'purposeful.' Maybe in your world you think that professional rasslin' is just a bunch of grown men in their skivvies dancin' a graceful ballet and the only way that people get hurt is when someone forgets to catch the other person as they're jumping. Maybe you think that we done been usin' some kind of fake chairs when we hit each other. Maybe you think that when J.D. Damon kicked me in the face, he was jus' sayin' 'hello.' And maybe I didn't really drop him on his thin skull, he just stayed down for the three count because Rattle Them Bones is such a purdy move. I mean, it is quite a devestatin' maneuver. I 'specially like the sound people's heads make when they smack into ground. See, what I'm tryin' to say, is there ain't nothin' accidental about the violence that fifteen men are going to be visiting upon each other in this Shock Collar Battle Royal. There's gonna be some hurt folks after this match. Maybe some might never climb back into the square circle again. I certainly ain't goin' into the match fixin' to end anyone's career. But I acknowledge the possibility. Maybe you get yer rocks off tryin' to end people's career. Buddy-boy, alls I gots to say about that is maybe you an' Jay Omen should hook up. Way he talks, you'd be thinkin' that he wants someone to try to end his career. That poor fella has so much guilt and is so twisted by his sob story past that he ain't in any frame of mind to rassle his way out of a paper bag, let alone through fourteen other men. So you two are like a match made in ... well, not Heaven, 'cause God would frown on that ... not really Hell, 'cause I think that gives you two too much credit ..."

"Purgatory?"

"Sure feels like it, 'specially after listenin' to the two of you yammer on and on. But if you bring your sado carcass over to me fixin' to make me give up my love of the fight, wellsir, you got another thing comin'. Like my boot. Into your face. That's what's comin', let me tell you. Shit. Whatsit you said?"

"'The trauma you face will stop you from ever stepping back into that ring again.'"

"Ain't that some dramatical bullshit. Come Sunday, if you stand opposite of me in the ring, you'll soon come to find out that I ain't one to ever back down from a fight. I may get the holy hell beaten out of me. J.D. Damon did that to me last Sunday. But I can take it. And as J.D. learned, the fight ain't over until the ref counts three. I came back to beat him. An' I'll beat you on Sunday, if you even last that long. And if someone, Lady Luck smiles on your ugly mug and you do come out ahead, you can bet your bottom dollar that I'll be itchin' to get back in the ring, no matter the bruises, no matter the broken bones, no matter what you think you can do. I'll be back in the ring, rarin' to go 'cause I'm a Royale, and we love to fight."

"Talkin' makes The Moonshine Kid ornery. So does moonshine. Even on his best day, he ain't known for his level head."

"And shucks. Carson Ramsay. Now, I did say that we did have some similarities in our motivations, our determination to win. And we do. I said it all before, about us being young and hungry and willing to leave it all in the ring to prove that we are the best. But Carson, wellsir, he done taken this a step further. He said that me and my family were outcasts like him, that we were sick in the head and crazy, filled with madness."

"How would he ever get an idea like that?"

"I ain't got the foggiest idea. But I think that those connections that he sees between us, his point of view on us, is everything that's wrong with him as a person. He looks at the Royale Family and sees nothing but some dumb rednecks. Heck, maybe he thinks that those stories of inbreeding are true. What a bunch of hogwash. We Royales ain't degenerates. We ain't scum. We're a proud family of warriors. We believe in truth and honor and the 'Merican way. We were taught to fight for family and fight for what's right. Not to revel in inflicting pain on our fellow man. We ain't no sado-mados like Kenny Drake or Jay Omen. Don't you ever accuse us of such! Maybe it's just the moonshine gettin' me a lil' prickly about family honor, but I'm gettin' a little tired of you callin' me mad or crazy. We weren't born homeless. Hell, I grew up in a whole household. Mama and Papa taught me right from wrong. I ain't sayin' this to rub it in your face or nothin'. I consider myself lucky to have grown up as such. I'm just sayin' we Royales ain't the twisted outcasts you think we are. We may be a little different from most other people. But maybe that's 'cause we still do things the old way. The honorable way. Now I can almost hear you ... Honor is weakness ... This whole world is gray, you can't look at things in black and white ... You're a fool to believe in truth and justice, right and wrong.

"But there is black and white. There is right and wrong. All I have to do is look at my family and I know the difference. All I gotta do is look to God and I'll know the difference. So go ahead, you Nick Angels, Carson Ramsays, and Clark Duncans. Call me a backwards yokel or a goody-two-shoes. I promise you, my two shoes will meet your faces but good. Maybe what you see as twisted is only because you've grown up knowing nothing but degeneracy. Then you look at the righteous and can't comprehend it. So you call it crazy and shun it.

"But Lord as my witness, I will show you that what you call backwards is strength. And what you laugh at in me, you will respect as my fighting spirit. I am a Royale! An' that's something that you should fear."

"Amen."

Fade to black.

Oh, so I'm a criminal? (laughs)

What are you gonna do, Liam... arrest me? Confine me? Give me the death penalty?

[The Heart Break Gal's laugh is heard in the background. Fades in to her sitting down on a couch, leaning back, and her right elbow on the armrest. A lazy position. Her piercing brown eyes are seen to be looking up as she displays a wicked smile with her red luscious lips. She wears a red coat over her sleeveless black top and white boyshorts, her legs crossed]

What is a strong body with a weak mind, Liam Catterson? What is a goal if not backed with the means to accomplish it? It makes me wonder how you even face these days leading up to Shock Value knowing that you don't have enough resources and power to execute these great plans that come from your hollow promises, when there's a very strong chance you'll realize how much time you've been wasting on us the moment you come out empty-handed...

[The Heart Break Gal looks at the camera this time, with the same smirk on her face]

Don't you get it, Liam? There is no stopping Hexa-gun! Everyone knows it. The Iconomy members and the Higher Power, THEY ALL KNOW IT, but the problem is they're going to try their hardest to brush it off and pretend that it doesn't bother them one bit, because those goddamn idiots are too stubborn to accept it. Think about it, Liam. Team vs team matches, we have defeated The Iconomy three fucking times, twice on their own Dynasty Wrestling turf, one of which you were even involved in! JJ Silva thought they had our number at House of Glass, they thought they had a win -- no sense repeating the circumstance -- and we'll forever cherish that moment. Heck, sometimes I still even tease Y2Impact about it, but we just laugh it off after, do you want to know why, Liam? Because we were the ones who had the last laugh from that match up. We were the ones who walked out with blood on our hands, wounds on our bodies, and Championship belts STILL around our waists, and we couldn't be more proud to have endured all of that and know our efforts didn't go to waste. No amount of pride JJ Silva and Chris Elite take in their sudden wave of creativity can ever change that. No amount of "almost wins" from the Iconomy's side can ever erase the fact that Hexa-gun continues to be ten steps ahead and at the top of the mountain while they are left exploring in the slopes, because that's just the thing, Liam. Hexa-gun dominates. Hexa-gun controls. And Hexa-gun WINS. I wish I was making this up. I wish I was one of those hysterical team leaders who throw around the words "unstoppable" and "dominant" around to boost the confidence of my teammates and boss them around into giving their all for a single performance, but that's just not the case, is it? Our track record speaks for itself. My history of wins and career-defining pins has given me the kind of reputation that is worth trying to uphold. I don't think you understand what Hexa-gun members are willing to do given a difficult situation presents itself. We are not a brotherhood. We are not family. We are just different individuals that come from different walks of life, overflowing with tremendous talent, brought together by bond, by common goals and the quest for greatness which we use to dominate EAW and Dynasty Wrestling. We continue to resist those puny teams, INCLUDING YOURS, who dare cross us and try to stop us. We continue to protect one another and have each other's backs at all times, and at the same time we respect the need to fight our own battles and trust our own individual skills as we take down our enemies and force the changes that we seek. Zack Crash didn't want to listen, so we had to resort to aggression and ruthlessness, and now we compete our own matches in extreme rules under our own laws, in our expertise... The best part? No "Authority Figures" have done anything to stop that because they're too busy fearing for their lives. And if you haven't noticed, others are already following suit. They cry for justice. They long for extreme! And no one can stop these changes. No one can stop our influence. So Liam, please remind me... HOW are we the villains? HOW am I a criminal? And HOW are we the plague? You're the one who couldn't get over his jealousy, playing the role of this bitter-ass moron who wouldn't let things go after 6 people messed with a match you weren't going to win anyway! YOU'RE the one going through all lengths to take us down when we only are in this resistance to fight for what we believe in, and you call us bullies for it! YOU'RE the one with the desire to take out members of my team out of foolishness and desperation, the two key qualities of yours Hexa-gun can use to send you to your demise! YOU had to walk in Dynasty Wrestling, far away from your home brand, only to plot your revenge with those Iconomy retards, and involve one more tag team into the action who had NOTHING to do with this, AS IF IT WASN'T ENOUGH THAT YOU HUMILIATE JUST ONE!

Please get it through your thick skull that this "cause" of yours is nothing but a big load of crap to us that no one should be listening to. Please always remember that no matter what you do and whatever tricks you have up your sleeve to "annihilate" this team, is nothing to us but just another empty threat. If you haven't noticed, Liam, EAW has been about Hexa-gun, we have been enforcing changes, we have taken part in spectacular matches that display the very same brutality that we promote to pull the inner demon from within our opponents and make them angrier and they'd be surprised to find that there's more to do in the wrestling ring than hiding behind the referees and calling for disqualifications, they're capable of shortening their opposition's lifespan with one chairshot to the head. Why do you think people like you consider us parasites? Why do we sicken you? Oh, I know. It's because you couldn't handle the fact that no matter how many times we fall to the ground, no matter the defeat and the despair that we experienced, we manage to stand back up like we just tripped in the hallway and we continue walking with our heads up and in pride... Like it was never a big deal and we move on to the next issue... like the loss didn't even happen. You hate the fact that these twisted individuals who play their own cards in their own game, who use dirty tricks to outsmart their opponents, who practically do what they feel like when they feel like, have shown more influence and unforgettable impact to the crowd in ways a snot-nosed prick like you would never have. You are sickened by the fact that you had Drake Jaeger defeated and Hexa-gun backed against the wall once upon a time on Voltage, and people still don't care about you enough to believe that you stand a chance against us. They only label you as "yet another victim" who just finished setting an elaborate trap he felt was foolproof, only to end up falling into it himself. If you lose this, Liam, it would forever define you as the guy who couldn't lead two factions to victory even when he's the one who put them in this mess to begin with. No one would believe you again. No one would trust you again. Is that really what you wish for? If it's a fight you want, then it's a fight you'll get. But never ever get the idea that we're taking this lightly, Liam... by being in this match, we are showing the integrity that you seek so badly, I am showing you that calling me a criminal all this time is not only a term to be taken metaphorically. Because at Shock Value, here's how it's gonna go down -- Hexa-gun will be winning. The Iconomy will be hurting. The Higher Power will be running... And Liam Catterson, as he watches in horror all his teammates' suffering, will just be left crying...

[She yells]

LIKE A BITCH!!

[The Heart Break Gal chuckles. She finally decides to stand up and walk off after this statement. End of Scene]

My future lies beyond the yellow brick road.

Much of what we do is all about winning and titles. If your list of accomplishments is grand, people take notice. Your actions often define you. That's the reason I'm stuck as being the selfish bastard that awarded himself a title. And you know what? I couldn't care less for the labels the others put on me. Let them believe what they want. No amount of repetition is gonna sway their unwavering opinions of who I am. I'm no longer fussed with proving anything to anyone. I do what's best for me and if people don't like it, so be it. I have friends and fans who will stick by me and they don't care about my actions because they know at the end of the day, I'm still chilled out and humble Clark Duncan. I don't need to savagely rip apart haughty elitists for the sake of a war of words. Atfer all, as aforementioned, our actions define us and what I do at Shock Value will show them that they simply wasted their time try to stick labels to me and plant seeds of doubt and fear in my mind.

I'm pleasantly surprised by you, Gatsby. You're certainly one of the few to walk through these doors recently with their head screwed on the right way. To see someone around here call themselves a realist and be so frank, that's unusual. I thought I was the only one. Unfortunately, your experience counts for little. In EAW, nobody cares who you are or what you have done until you make a name for yourself. I walked through these doors as a comedian who people thought was just a joker and wouldn't get anywhere. I had to show them otherwise. And while a few still believe I haven't changed, some have learned the hard way that Clark Duncan is a guy that stays true to his word. People don't forget the promises you make, so if you're walking a fine line, don't trip or else they'll kick you while your down and nobody will help you back up.

Nick buddy, you need to relax. Take a breath and chill out. Breathe in, breathe out. You know how it goes. Conspirators? Calm down, nobody around here is out to get you. People want to see Nick Angel succeed. You have what it takes, anyone who doubts that is foolish. You simply have to connect the dots. At the moment, you're standing around babbling about conspirators and stuff nobody cares about. I mean, if you're gonna make a point, get the facts right. Me? A yes man? That simply isn't true. I'm my own being, Nick. I do what I want. I was given a role and I operate fairly independently. I have our chairman's approval. So if you want to shit talk me and the job I'm doing, you're denouncing our boss. The man who could make you career a living hell. Me? I just watch and observe. I judge every one of you. All these outbursts, these attacks, they will come back to haunt you guys because I will remember these things. I'm no pawn, believe me. I'm the one running the show. I have the power and the control. Ashten Cross is too busy trying to steer Erebus Jennings out of EAW for good. However, it sounds like the man with the most conspiracy theories is yourself Nick, so my advice is to get out of your head and get your head in the game, because being preoccupied with something that really isn't a issue will see you left behind.

The next man is one I have a hard time dignifying with a response, mainly becaude it's like talking to a wall. Except this wall responds with more nonsense than one should be able to handle. The problem with Jay Omen is that he has selective hearing. He chooses what he wants to hear and ignores the rest. That's the main problem. Most of the stuff he hears is the stuff he doesn't want to hear, and the rest is helpful stuff he should be taking on board. Nobody cares for your latest gimmick, Jay. Nobody cares for you, period. If this is a strategy Jay, you're gonna have to stop playing the long con. Whatever you think you're doing, it's not working. Twist it whatever way you want. Your claims of blindsiding anyone are hilarious. It simply won't happen. I feel more intimidated by El Landerson than you and that guy is a puppy. In fact, you're similar. All bark, no bite. You can talk the hind legs off a donkey but your presence in the ring does not scare me or anyone else. Wise up and realise that for your own good, I beg of you. This was the bit I loved most though, you took a comment I directed at Nick Angel and thought it was about you. I get it now, you just want the attention. People have never given your sorry self the time of the day, so any time you can get a moment to have your five seconds of fame, you'll do so. That's been your game the whole time right? Wow, who knew Jay Omen was really just a terrible attention whore.

What EAW needs more of is Piff Fumador. Or at least people like him. I'm talking about a funny, chilled out hombre who doesn't take himself too seriously. Wow, that sounds like me. Maybe Piff and I are soul mates. We'll talk about that one later. You see, Piff and I, we have an understanding. We're well and truly on the same page. The man likes to get high on life and a variety of substances, something I'm sure he can introduce me to, but for now, I got my eyes on the prize and Piff knows that. There comes a time where you need to put the friendship aside though, your ese can be your ese but he's no compadre at Shock Value. It's every man for himself. Piff Fumador could well and truly be our next No.1 Contender because he's often underestimated. I haven't made that mistake. In my role, I have watched Piff quietly, and sometimes not so quietly, go about his business. He's a smart guy with an interesting hobby, but he's also EAW's best luchador and talent that I may be best off trying to eliminate sooner rather than later if I want to win that Battle Royal.

Galveston, oh Galveston. Oh no, it's Jameson right? My bad. I thougt we were all trying the name switcheroo. My apologies, sir. Here's the thing buddy, I can fight. I will fight. I'll use all the blood and sweat I have if it means walking out of Shock Value as the winner. I'm not stupid. I know exactly what is coming my way. I'm a threat, I'm a target. All these new kids need to eliminate somebody like me as soon as they can. They can't afford to have the strongest competitor in the match hanging around until there's only a few of left to dance. Likewise, I can't underestimate the power of la famiglia. There's three of you, and nobody else really has much allegiance to anyone other than maybe Piff and Landerson who are super tight. My title seems to be all the rage right now, but it's not a factor in this match, we're fighting for a different honor. I may have a shiny belt and I may get to proudly call myself your New Breed Champion, but I'm just like all of you. I still have a dream. The New Breed Championship wasn't the holy grail, I wanna be frying bigger fish and winning this weekend is how I'll start.

Kenny Drake seems to have been inspired by Nick Angel, he actually did give us a mention, but with no thought put into it. Apparently just rattling off names is enough for him. I mean, if he wants to be like that, I'm not gonna stop him. Let him be, I say. He'll learn the hard way, so I guess he's in Jay Omen's boat. It could be worse, he could be like Zayn Christ, Valiente Wyvern, Dustin Taylor or the other Royale brothers. These guys have disappointed me really, I wanted an all out, no holds barred war of words from these guys. I know they're capable of it, I've seen it as the man in charge of talent. I can't help but feel that a select few are going to rise above though, none more so than this last man.

I'd be naive to call this a two horse race, but really, many pundits may have already drawn that conclusion. It's unfair on the others, because Carson Ramsay isn't any different to a Nick Angel, Jay Omen or Piff Fumador. Still bitter are you, Carson? Does it really sting that much that I didn't hand you this here title? Oh wait, you want to work for it. You don't want to jump the line or pull any favors to get someone the easy way. Kudos to you for being brave enough to admit it, it's just a damn shame that the hard way is exactly that, an option with a difficulty attached to it that only the bravest would consider. To take out 14 other men in pursuit of a chance of a lifetime. The opportunity to put Carson Ramsay's name on the lips of every single EAW fan around the world. You only have one shot, will you capture it or let it slip? I'm still not okay with the whole 'suck up' label, because that's the opposite of the truth, but as I said earlier, I'm not worried for whatever you want to tag me as. Suck up, corporate scum, paint me as a villain. Carson my friend, believe it or not, you and me are more like than I think you realise or care to admit. To me, it seems we think the same way, have similar values and desire the same things. My little reflection on the past was to provide context as to why I'm as hungry as every one of you guys in this match because there seems to be some misunderstanding or illusion that I don't care for the result because I'm the New Breed Champion. I beg to differ on the fact that I never earned this title. My work ethic has never been questioned until now, maybe because I have an office with my name on the door and a shiny new desk and all, but I'm still a blue collar worker, I just have a white collar mind. I'm not sure where you got the idea that I may disappear, I'm not Nick Angel, I don't decide to get up and walk out just when everything is handed to me on a silver platter. I have a title now, a job that is cushy and now a chance to make history, so if you think I'm about to do a runner, you are very mistaken.

The theme seems to be chess. I've noticed a few of the boys mention it before. It's not a game I know too well if I'm being honest and I'd never claim to be an expert, but I've dabbled in it and know a thing or too. It's all about the mind games and making the right moves, something I've done already as an elitist. You wanna get to the point where your opponent has no other option but to concede defeat, that is you put them in checkmate. I can play this game, I can play any game. If they want to make a move, they can, I'll counter it with ease. In fact, you could say that I'm already several moves ahead, that's how the greats manage to sit at the top of the chess world. I'm ready to do the same here in EAW and at Shock Value, it's game over for 14 other hopefuls because I'm walking out the winner with both my New Breed Championship and the Answers World Championship shot in hand. This opportunity is mine. Go on boys, try your hardest, I dare you.

I feel like Bobby Fischer.

Showdown Promo #3

There it is again people making ans especially little Miss Dillon spilling the same backwater story despite the fact I've said it again and again. Let me see I have not had that many matches because management has not booked me. I have not been given the same chances that Haruna has. You tell me I am bent out of shape because she has out done me? I've spent so many times saying that this is on management and now that I said I finally get my chance via this match people still drag the backwater story. And I even stated clearly that when I win facing her will be perfect glory and when me and Haruna ended it was all over the EAW feed. I even broke it off with her via a promo for the company because Haruna didn't find the same values. I am not bent out of shape over Haruna breaking up with me I am agitated she finally got gold when I know clearly I am better than her. It seems to me that people fall back on the same story. Miss Dillon you fall on the same backwater thing of bringing Haruna up and every time I speak out give you info you try to make me look the weak and jealous ex. It amuses me that is your play by play of how to get a reaction out of me and trying to get me to respond in spite. That right there is the very reason you don't deserve to hold the championship even if by some fatal error you made it to Haruna. See the same back tracking and trying to over shadow of not knowing what to say to me that is new this is what you do. You try to find ground to make yourself sound relevant. Your about as relevant as hope. Hope is a fleeting thought for mere people who cannot rely on their own skill to succeed. Hope is something that is left to the casual mind which is what you are presenting to me now. I really honestly thought you were someone beyond that but it is like those people I saw in the super market. You are just simple and we cannot expect nothing more than that from you. The idea that I hoped you would fawn away from me and Haruna after I answered in response for you is mere childish banter with you now. Miss Dillon I look to you in pity rather than anything else now because I pity the simplicity in which your mind works. I pity the way you seem to grasp things, and you are trying to find out if I speak the truth or not? Really despite everything I have been nothing but honest with you because lying is only for those that are to weak to show the truth. I had thought better of you I guess that was a wrong idea to have in the long wrong because Miss Dillon now I stand at the edge of this precipice I realize the threat you are to me. A threat I plan on removing because there is no doubt of all the women I face I believe you to be the biggest obstacle yet. You want truth there it is.

But speaking on the things that people said let me shift this over to the mouth of Aria. She stated that the Empress of Elite is the only thing that I really got to hang onto/ Again like I said over and over and over again to you dumb bitch! I haven't been booked much all but twice and I've been right here since then waiting on the cards but you are acting like Miss Dillon understanding in your own mind frame and not getting the clue. When your not booked constantly you can't have chances so yeah maybe I look back to Empress of Elite because that is where I proved I was still here and ready to fight. I waited weeks on end and still barely got nothing while you and other Vixens were thrown into everything under the sun. Even women who never cut a promo got booked. Hell Erica Ford got booked and she really is only relevant because she thinks she is something special but has lost more than anyone. She's been dropped and pushed back but what happens she still gets air time. This company has always had a problem keeping our division in check but you being newer I don't think you get that. So when someone falls back on their most recent exploits you know where mine is at. You think I like repeating something where the end result was me being fourth? Truth be told Aria why did I bring that up hmmm? Did you stop to think about the fact that prior I had said you are the one woman in our block that beat me? Oh wait a second DING DING DING! I think you might get it now I brought it back up because this is a chance for me to show you what I am capable of in the ring against you. I think even once throughout all of my talking I mentioned the word redemption. It gets to be really annoying and pathetic the way I have to keep bringing things up to you like you and Miss Dillon are children that hear what they only want to hear. I guess after I beat you it will be a good thing because then you can sit back on time out and think about what you've done. Aria you tell me that I am just mortal? Bringing up other things like Mount Olympus? Really I brought that up in a promo weeks ago sadly it is good to notice that creative process with your brain snaps back like your recording what others say to use it for yourself. I used that same line against Olympia just wow at your uptake on the process of reality and you deserve to be in contention again? Now I stated several times over that I went back into modeling? WHAT YOU DON'T SAY! I stated that after proving myself I can come back to calling myself The Latin Goddess? OH MY GOD THAT IS RIGHT SHE DID SAY THAT! I know real shocker right? It goes to show you how little people pay attention. So why did I call myself Latin Goddess in the first place. Oh that is right I have the body of a Goddess I am not afraid to admit I am mortal. But even when you look through history all Gods and Goddesses have faced their share of trials and tribulations. Some have come out for the better some for the worst, they deal with things just as much as humans do. So really when you try to explain and compare you need to remember that mortality is far beyond one definition and understanding. From being flesh to being natural suffering from the failures of mortality even Zeus himself succumbed to the mortality of men and took upon the flesh of mortal women that even he would consider Goddesses. Thus Aria I say unto you please before your mouth speaks with insufficient facts that you know things rather than spout constantly like a faucet.

Oh wow Serena I responded I said that I won a pre show match a couple of weeks ago like 2 or 3 yet I guess like the other bitches that are as basic as you didn't pay attention to that. It is pretty sad that people keep not listening that is exactly the problem that we keep facing. Silicone? I mentioned in past promos about how mine are real before. I don't do that fake shit, I don't believe in fake shit. I've worked myself to be all natural in spirit, body, and ability yet again people hear what they want to hear. Pay attention to what they want to hear. It doesn't amaze me that all three women didn't pay attention to me at al when they want truth they look for little things they can pick out. I swear I am in a hen house where they just want to keep going after feed after feed until they find what they are looking for. Serena like I said for the one millionth time again! I haven't been booked like you, listen rookie you have gotten more time than I have and that isn't right despite having come back and being ready management admitted to not paying attention to our division as well as they should have. I sat down with them, I was filing through with a threat to start attacking people until I was given this chance. I was all positive happy fighting Ariana until I didn't get a match. So there is another truth they drove me into this attitude and to be real with you I like it because now I can say instead of going I respect all of you and saying how much I think you mean to the competition. But your are all trifling bitches that has been proven with none of you. That means all three of you have not been paying attention so I hope you don't make me repeat myself again gets tiring to have to educate you with the reality of things every single time of every single minute. But it is okay because I have all the time in the world before I make sure you have no time left at all of winning the match we all face off in. Time it starts to tick away but when the hour is at hand well that is my hour!

SHOCK VALUE PROMO!!! WHOO!!

Kinda a Battleground promo, too...DOUBLE WHOO!

PORTLAND, OR
DRAKE'S LANDING ART STUDIO/WRESTLING GYM
11:37 on TUESDAY

A sunny day.

Kidding. It's Portland. It's raining.

A Rainy Day. We can see and hear the rain beat against the large window as random hipsters, art savants, and assholes weave their way amongst each other inside the warm doors of Drake's Landing Art Studio. Today, it hosts a gallery opening. Assorted horrible paintings adorn the walls. One is literally just a blank canvas with a single red dot. It's titled "Period."

...HA! I get it now! That's awesome...

Kenny Drake sits alone beside a large painting of Dubya Bush wearing clown makeup. He sips at a mug of a steaming hot substance and casually smokes his cigarette.

Are we done with this shit yet?

Nope.

Jesus Christ, dude...You own the damn building! You can end this shit whenever you want!

I know. I like to people watch.

Oh yeah, this a REAAAAL good group of people to stare at. Really interesting. Everyone has their fuckin' pant legs rolled up like assholes...

Cos of their fixed gear bikes...

I KNOW WHAT IT IS! I'm in YOUR head, I know what hell we're looking at!

Sorry, buddy.

Shut up...

Do you think people can hear me?

Through the use of Fuck You Magic and mythological dream cam's, yes they can.

Awesome. Can I handle this promo, then?

Go for it, Voice.

Thank you, and it's VOX. With an X.

Greetings, all of you dipshits at home! I'm the voice in Kenny Drake's head, and this...

Kenny suddenly points to himself.

is Kenny Drake. But you probably know that by now...you better, at least.

This sunday. SHOCK VALUE! November 15th - the day before our Birthday - Kenny Drake is one of Fifteen men entered into the Shock Collar Battle Royal!

Is it like the movie Battle Royale? Those kinds of Shock Collars?

That's a damn good question. No. Probably not. Sounds dumb.

Anyway! Fifteen men, all vying for a shot at the Answers World Championship! We got the Royale Family -

All fifty of those inbred loons.

Well, no...there's three. Inbred, maybe...shit, that's REALLY possible, actually.

God dammit, you keep distracting me.

Where was I?

The Royale Family. You were listing off people.

I KNOW, GOD DAMMIT! IT WAS A RHETORICAL QUESTION!!

I don't think you know what Rhetorical means...

Well, then neither do you, do you?

...no...

Then can I finish, or do I have to give you another migraine?

Kenny holds his hands up in mock surrender as he leans forward, stomping his cigarette out under his boot.

Thank you.

....Uh....

Want me to do it?

...no...but, I guess, go ahead.

The Royale Family, Nick Angel...

From Hot Fuzz?

Clark Duncan, Valiente Wyvern, Zayn Christ...

...ZAYN!? FROM ONE-D!! ZAYN!!

Carson Ramsay...

YOU DONKEY!

Jay Omen, Average Gatsby, Dustin Taylor, Warrior V1, El Landerson, and Piff Fumador...

Smokewan byuck byuck boyee...Weeeeeeeed. Love it.

Fourteen other men, sharing the ring with Kenny Drake...

Sounds like our honeymoon! OW!!

And the only similarity that they have...

besides having weird names...

Is that come Sunday, they will all look back at the ring and see only ONE person standing in the ring. ONE person standing tall after the Shock Collar Battle Royal.

US!

M...Yeah, Us. Me.

US!

I was gearing up to say it.

You were taking too long. Jesus, you're turning into one of these guys. Just talk, talk, talk, talk, taaaaaaalk!

Jameson Royale! You said my name! I think - I actually couldn't understand a word you were saying...

I wanna party with him.

All in due time.

Anyway! Jameson, you said that you don't understand why I think the way I think? Why you all should be afraid of broken bones and torn ligaments and crushed skulls? You're right, in a wrestling ring, injuries are bound to happen. And you're right! They aren't something to live in fear over...

But that's when they're accidental. What I do to you won't be an accident. It will meticulously planned down to the most minute detail.

And when I'm done...when WE'RE done...

Thank you.

...You won't be coming back to an EAW ring. You might be physically fine, but the trauma that you face will stop you from ever stepping back into that ring again.

Thank God they got that moonshine business, amiright?

Sunday night, I walk out the new number one contender to the Answers World Championship. Monday night - my birthday - I get to prove myself one-on-one against Isaac Zohar.

I hated that fuckin' movie...

No, Zohar...with an R.

...the fortune telling machine from 'Big'?

That's Zoltar.

So who the fuck is Isaac Zohar?

I have no idea.

But Monday night? He - and everyone around the world - will know EXACTLY who I am.

My name is Kenny Drake.

I'm from Portland, Oregon.

And I have finally arrived.

SUCK IT DRY, BITCHES!!

Son of a bitch...You always ruin it...

Kenny continues to argue with himself as the screen...

BLACK

S H O C K V A L U E P R O M O P A R T I I

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“Aren, you think that you are pretty goddamn slick, don’t you? I know deep down within yourself you feel as if you have finally gotten the upperhand on me. You took that crutch of yours and swung for the fences, so to say. You came out during my match against that redneck piece of trash, Jameson Royale, and you made sure that there was no way in hell I was winning that match. You came out during my match - WHERE YOU HAD NO BUSINESS BEING - and wanted to teach me a lesson; teach ‘The Purist’ a thing or two. Well, congratulations, do you want a fuckin’ cookie or something? You see, I don’t think it was low of you with what you did. Hell, I have been known to do that same exact thing… remember the previous week on Voltage? Sometimes people just do what they have to do. When they see an opportunity, they must capitalize on that opportunity. Now that I look back on it and have been able to rewatch the match, you had the absolutely perfect opportunity at hand. The referee was knocked down, so you decided to sneak into the ring and do what you felt like you had to do. Am I pissed about it? You damn right I am, but honestly I can’t blame you for what you did. Much like how I won’t be able to blame myself for what I am about to do to you at Shock Value. You and I both over the past two weeks have attempted to injure the other. We both wanted to make sure that the other was not at their best heading into the match. Unfortunate for you, Aren, your little plan did not work very well. You see, you did cost me my match, but what injury do I have? None. I am at one-hundred and ten percent heading into this match. But you? You’re not. What is wrong with you again? Oh, that’s right! Someone decided to injure your knee with a lead pipe! An injured knee isn’t something that will help you during this match. It’s a weakness, and it’s a weakness that I will be sure to capitalize on. This match is more than just for a championship belt. This match will determine who the best pure wrestler truly is.”

“You are absolutely correct when you said that ‘lessons will be taught,’ however, you will not be the one teaching anyone - especially me - any damn lessons. Just because you beat Ares Vendetta this past summer for that title you think you are the greatest wrestler to ever step foot on this planet. Newsflash, Aren - YOU AIN'T SHIT! You hide behind that title that you are currently carrying around. You think that you are the best thing that this company has to offer, but in reality you are nothing without that title. After Sunday when I cripple your ass, you will disappear into obscurity. You will be nothing more than a distant memory; just a name on the title history of the Pure Championship. But me? I will continue to rise through the ranks of this company until I rule this promotion. When people think of the EAW, they won’t be thinking of a reject like Aren Mstislav. Instead, they will think of ‘The Purist’ J.D. Damon. I know, I know, it’s a hard pill to swallow, Aren, but sooner or later you will come to face the harsh reality. You named yourself 'The Prince of Purity' to help make yourself feel better about yourself. I have watched your past matches, Aren. I'm not going to deny the level of skill that you possess, because you and I both know that you are pretty damn good at what you do. However, you are nowhere near my level. You may be good, but I am GREAT. After Shock Value you will fully understand that I am GREATEST DEFINED." So come back out, Aren. Come back out and continue running your suck hole about all of your past accomplishments, all of the so-called "legends" that you have battled it out with in the past. Continue to fill your pathetic little ego with shit that truly doesn't even matter to me. Hell, I'm sure that the majority of the world's population don't even give a rat's ass about half of the shit that you blab on about. You are like an annoying bug. A bug that I will step on."

"When I listen to you, Aren, I cannot help but to laugh. I laugh at the mere fact that you constantly doubt me regarding my ability to defeat you. But what is going to happen when everything is said and done, and it is ME standing before you with that championship belt strapped around my waist? What is going to happen when it is ME with my hand held high in victory standing over your lifeless body? Aren, it's not that I want to be beat you within an inch of your pathetic life; I NEED to beat you. I NEED to win that title and bring glory and prestige back to this division; a division that is dying with you as the face of it."

Shock Value Promo #3

Carson....Carson....Carson, when The Franchise Demon's days were numbered and I knew I was being sent back to my origin. I knew my soul was being dragged out of my body and I knew my soul was being dragged all the way to the grave...I was in that spotlight but minute by minute....hour by hour....the light was moving farther and farther away from me. The temperature began to rise and I felt the burning sensation around my whole body. The bright white light began to turn red...that light red turned into a darker red and moments went on when the flesh of The Franchise Demon began to scream and burn in agony. The old body would suffer and cry until the reckoning was over. And within moments The Franchise Demon was known as a myth...walk out the door Franchise Demon, walk right back in "Father" Jay Omen. When I rose from the grave I could see the light at the end of the tunnel...the brightness of the white light returned and the hotness went away. At House of Glass in my hometown of Long Island, the day that The Omen Dynasty was born...people need to realize that internal suffering is upon the future of Elite Answers Wrestling...time is up for trash talking, it's time to prove that their is no hope....NO MERCY! You want to visit the depths of internal hell? Fine be my first victim Carson...make the right choice, take the internal suffering, take the punishment my son. This isn't eight mile...this is time for The Omen Dynasty to reborn, I remember like it was yesterday. Felt like I was sleep walking and felt like there was a sharp object in my hand and I was just angry and was just keep moving my right arm and heard screaming and...next thing I knew I was crying and closing my eyes and covering my ears. For years upon years I was feeling frustration that I couldn't let out, I was stuck in one room until I was seventeen...foster care was just the worst time of my life, they told me foster care is happy and I would be hanging out with other children but they were dead wrong....

Carson you want me to do something about it? I will gladly do something about it....the story isn't some drama bullshit I made up. It's all real, A HUNDRED AND TWENTY PERCENT REAL! This Saturday Night in Las Vegas, the laughing stock ends....internal suffering for the EAW Roster begins! Get your last good night sleep because it will be the last one you will ever get. Get ready for the bright light to turn into a dark red and hot room for months and years to come...I will take that cane that's slathered in my own blood and add your own blood to it...just stick it in your eyes until you can no longer see for the rest of your damn life. I'll make a joke out of you easily this coming Saturday in the Shock Collar Battle Royal....son don't be disrespectful to daddy and make the right choice and enjoy the internal suffering or else hell commences on your soul! Piff you wish you were on drugs this coming Saturday because the fun and games are over....want to know the truth Elite Answers Wrestling? FINE I'LL TELL YOU THE DAMN TRUTH! ALL THIS TIME I WAS LYING, ALL THIS TIME I WAS BLAMING THE DEATH OF MY PARENTS ON EVERYONE ELSE! I WAS THE ONE THAT DID IT, I SUFFERED FOR TOO LONG AND I SUFFERED EVEN MORE IN PRISON UNTIL THE AGE OF SEVENTEEN! MAKE A JOKE OUT OF ME MORE AND MORE BECAUSE THE DRAGON IS FINALLY OUT AND IS READY TO CONSUME DINNER. NO FUCKING MERCY AND FIGHT THE LIGHT!

Showdown #2 and Battleground #1

"You know, I've been here for only six weeks now. six! Yeah, I'm still undefeated. Yeah, I'm finally getting a fair shot at a championship I believe already has more prestige than the one Madison is holding. But there is something that I'm already tired of already here. What is it, you ask? It's pretty damn simple. All those wannabe vixens and undercover chickenheads are here every week, telling people that they are going to become the next Vixens Champion, or the next Specialist Champion. And what do they have to show for it? Prime example here is that plastic pompous named Ariana Lopez. Latin Goddess? It seems like all of that Silicone has leaked up to your brain. Because first off, those things you call breasts are deflated more and more as i speak, and she still can't recall the last time she has even won a match. I remember asking that question a couple of days ago and while she had a lot to say when responding to what I said, that question still didn't get answered."

"You know what that says? That says that you don't have a backbone. You are spineless. A coward! Why the hell are you even in this match to begin with? I mean, if anything, you should be replaced by Alexis. Someone who actually knows how to win."

"And that brings me to the next point. Tomorrow night, I face two women. Both of them have something to prove. Both are determined and hungry like I am. Alexis is a world class wrestler. Olympia is a new girl and she..well...i don't know about her yet, but she looks like she can go, I think? But my partner for that match is someone who I respect. Someone I adore. Someone I was fond of before even signing the dotted lines on my EAW contract. Ashlynne Black. She's determined, hungry, and eager as well to come out with a win, and I look very forward to teaming with her to defeat the other two. Look, I've wrestled all around the world and I quickly made a name for myself in various organizations. I plan on extending my legacy here in EAW."

Since embarking on this expedition through the land of the ~~extreme~~ elite I was fully aware of the odds that were stacked against me as I’d venture through untried territory with every intention of becoming a Champion of the ~~Extreme~~ Elite, and not once can I say it was ever easy; as reliance in the powers that be had proven to be as high risk, unpredictable, and damaging to one’s career as the product itself. I’d rented on the corner of misery and melancholy for months at a time; stared blankly into the eyes of uncertainty and spat a wet loogy in its face, because there was no way in hell I was ever going to hang up my boots without being World Champion in the EAW. So I fought...fought through the pain of previous nights, time and time again. Welcomed all challengers who craved a good brawl to step forward and face their darkest off-putting nightmare brought to fruition. I had been to hell with a council of demons, locked in a chain-linked prison with five highly imbalanced inmates multiple times, left to rot in a prison, pushed from immeasurable altitudes onto a puddle of wrestlers, taken railroad spikes to the forehead, and managed to walk away from every circumstance with nothing more than minor cuts, bruises, and a crimson mask or two.

Suffice it to say, I’ve long since paid my dues to this company – and business as a whole. But where most stop, I continued. Still to this day I find myself paying dues, because truth is you should never stop. It’s not a statement on a piece of paper that’s sent to your doorstep once a month, it’s getting into that ring week after week – whether happy or sad – sick or well – and fighting until your fucking heart explodes! Which is why any ring or domain that I enter – whether compiled of turnbuckles and ropes, an electric fence, concrete, or otherwise – immediately becomes mine.

This past week, little Scottie Oasis thought that he would make an example out of me in our Parking Lot Brawl. I mean, the kid was so confident that he was going to kill me off before the final act, that he booked the funeral home, picked out a plot, a tombstone, and casket...all that was missing of course was the body to go in it. As I suspected he would, he’d proven himself incapable of squeezing the proverbial trigger. Perhaps there’s still some sentimental attachment there? I wouldn’t put it pass him. His actions over the last several weeks have confirmed any arising suspicions I’ve had of him, so I’d gander that he would be sensitive enough to get hung up on the mere three weeks he thinks he spent as my protégé. It’s almost as humorous as him thinking he deserves to be at the top of this business or trying to talk down to me about fact-checking when his own statements rely heavily on his selective memory.

At more than likely a failing attempt to make this as simple and short as I possibly can, I will take yet another crack at rectifying Oasis’ very wrong assumptions; because that’s all that they are, assumptions. First let me just make clear that because someone says they’ve ‘taken you under their wing’, doesn’t mean they’re your mentor. A mentor is someone who teaches and guides their pupils down the path their staring down, offering pearls of wisdom and an encouraging push along the way; I never did that for him. When I met the kid he was like a busted rusty pipe that was spewing water everywhere. I didn’t fix his problems nor did I have any intentions to, I just simply stopped the down spiral of his career and gave him an opportunity to turn things around for himself by applying an application of duct tape to cease the leak. Did that resolve the problem? No. Was it meant to? No. Because it wasn’t my job to turn his entire career around or place him into the main event picture; there would need to be a legal agreement and huge signing bonus to acquire excessive services like that from me, and frankly I don’t think he could afford them. But that’s neither here or there, at the end of the day I was hired by someone with a steeper pocket to enlist another number in his army against Dynasty. That’s it. I helped him as much as I could with scoring a win over Lucian Black and bringing him into a high prolific match like the one at Territorial Invasion; but the rest of the work was for him to do. I'm sorry that the kid got his wires crossed – well actually I’m not because this has all been pretty hilarious to me. All this time he’s thought of himself as my student, when all along he was the only one of us who thought that. To me he was a hopeless voyager in pursuit of a guiding light to find his way to shore; a wide-eyed child in search of a leading hand to cross a busy street. Hence why I continue to refer to him as little Scottie; for so long I’ve envisioned him as a lad about yay-high with sleeveless apparel, tugging at the crease of my pants leg saying, "Hey Dad, look what I can do.. Dad are you watching.. Dad, you're missing it." And it's taken everything within me not to slap the shit out of this little bastard and harshly remind him that I am not his Father. I was like his supervisor. He was the new employee on the assembly line and I was trusted to ensure that he was clinically aware and keen on what it was he was supposed to do.

It was foolish of him to assume otherwise, especially after the brief run-in we had with each other when he referred to himself as “the man who ran Show-Down”. One month I was threatening to kick his ass and cursing him out, then the next he was mistaking my enlisting him for befriending him. There was never a friendship, partnership, manager-client relationship, or teacher-student relationship. I was the General of the Chairman’s Army, the one who would rally and lead the troops into battle, whereas he was just another soldier on the frontline – a mere casualty of war – a sacrifice for the survival of the many; just as Kevin Devastation and Rhaegar’s Judas-ass were. Yeah, I’ll give him(Rhaegar) some credit, he was wise enough to figure this out and seize his pivotal highlight during the Civil War, but that’s all I’ll give him.

Now somewhere throughout that winded speech of his, Oasis branded me a liar; and seeing as I rarely turn down a chance for verbal conflict, I say why not challenge him on that? First, let’s start with something fun. Him claiming that I'd left out the detail of Quality Control’s presence during my Pain for Pride match. Fact is I never did. Even days after PFP had wrapped up, I publicly gave the eulogy for Dynasty; and it goes as follows: “As much as I wish I could stand here and take credit for being the insensitive prick that the EAW has made me out to be by offing one of their Flagship Shows, I just couldn't -- in good conscience -- allow myself to act at the mercy of my own ego and soak up all of the glory on this one. Just as it takes a Pride to bring down a Water Buffalo, so does it take a group's effort to bring down something as astounding a measure as Dynasty. There is but one man among us who has served as the driving force behind the feat which many of the ruby brand have been reduced to..and his name is Lucian Black." I said that July 1st, 2015 at 10pm EST. So I in fact did give credit where it was due. He may frown upon my methods but I thought it was obvious I didn’t give a shit. He’d known me for all of seven weeks max, and suddenly thinks he knows of me or my intentions? Ah, to be young and naive, I truly envy him. He didn’t seem to frown upon my methods when I helped him score a win over Lucian Black sometime ago. I know he doesn’t think that Lucian tripped over his own foot or anything that night; that Lucian is a lot of things but clumsy he is not. He knew why I was on the outside of the ring that night, but now he wants to cry foul and talk about the truth in accordance to the Book of Oasis; which we know is permeated with material from the funny papers. Now, he chooses now to have a conscience? Where were these honorable sensibilities over the last four weeks? Just look at how he got involved in this match. It wasn’t the string of losses from random exhibition matches no one can recollect nor was it the fictitious arguments of his that lingered with the pigment of amateur nights at the comedy clubs; it was the fact that he bitched and moaned until he got what he wanted. That’s not the reflection of the man he’s built himself to being all this time, it’s the direct opposite if anything. Requesting matches and demanding attention that he continually shies away from by running away because he doesn’t know when he’s bitten off more than he can chew. That is what I consider to be a true act of cowardice and hypocrisy.

Of course the accusations didn’t stop there. He went even further to call me a sellout and a pretender, but neglects the fact that there is no pretending. I’m the rightful No. 1 Contender. I fought the bad-ass in El Landerson – who may have run around the ring a couple of times, but never ran out on the match like he did – and won fair and square. Oasis came into this conflict kicking and screaming for a shot and once it has concluded he’ll leave in the same manner. Whether it is I or Dubian who emerges as Answer’s World Champion, he’ll just revert back to the bottom rung of the corporate ladder like before. Sunday Night I held back on him in that parking lot to savor the moment bound to happen this Saturday within the confinements of that four-wall sanitarium. No mercy will be shown, not a quarter given; and I will ensure that he comes accustomed to the bitterness of his own blood as he will taste no victory.

But that’s enough of him; I’m ready to move on to the third competitor in the match. Prior to this entire thing between us entering the realm of personal, I had publicly declared my respect for him. Not because of his sub-par accomplishments or the all of five years it took for him to finally break the mold; it’s all because of what he has around his waist. If not for that, I wouldn’t give a damn about Dub to be honest. But every week that I’ve had to put up with his stale speeches, undeserving ego, and consistent no-shows; it has made respecting him more of a struggle than I’d ever anticipated to be true.

Because I respect the Title he flaunts, I’m going to tell him the truth as opposed to brown nose him like the Ice Princess over there. Although the Answer’s Championship is at stake here, that isn’t the sole reason Dub is finally seeing the main event instead of prepping the stage for Brian Daniels again. It’s because of the tiff between Oasis and I. Our feud has been the focal point of Voltage for weeks – weeks which the self-proclaimed “locker room leader’s” only task was to crawl into the ring hugging a microphone for ten minutes.

While he was at home preparing redundant speeches that have fallen on deaf ears, I was actually utilizing my time to ready myself for this match. Even during the weeks I wasn’t booked, I spent time promoting this feud and match. I called him out multiple times and he’s only now answering, but without addressing any of the things I’ve said about him. It’s no wonder he’s been labeled second choice to Brian Daniels since his winning of the World Heavyweight Title, he embodies as Champion everything Dubian isn’t; one of which being a Fighting Champion.

Shock Value #3 :

Oh, goodness me! Did I just strike a nerve there, gentlemen?

It seems like it. Why else would every participant in the battle royal - with a set of stones under their belt - vent their quite frustrated perspectives of what I had recently dished out of words almost as soon as they heard them? Please, do enlighten the mind of a man that has never really comprehended the motives of others in doing such things, regardless of how hard he's tried to. See, it has come to my attention that upon dropping the microphone on my latest rant, a certain buzz surrounding the latter followed suit. A certain vibe seemingly generated from sources that vary between not only those mentioned in it, but also other Elitists and even fans, while being displayed on numerous platforms with social media heading the line. One would argue why and a range of reasonable options can help him figure it out; It could be how straightforward and somewhat harsh the path I chose to make my point came across to some, while it may just be a case of areality check being successfully inflected on others. Nevertheless, if an apology is what that buzz seeks, then an apology is what that buzz will never get. People taking offense to what I had to say earlier, mainly my competition at Shock Value, need to refrain from bitching out their anger in my name and instead take a step back and attempt to look past all the materialistic slangs and superficial references; keep walking down the tunnel until the light of the truth leads you out of it. Whether you're man enough to admit it or not, deep down you all realize that what I said was simply factual reality.

When I called out Nick Angel for being such a self-deluding hypocrite, I did so based on facts.

When I saw past the "nice hard working guy" gimmick pitifully portrayed by one Clark Duncan and called him out for being in essence just a corporate suckup, I did so based on facts.

When I stripped away any chance that Jay Omen may attain at being relevant and actually worth anyone's time in the match on saturday, I did so based on facts.

When I expanded on the moment in which Average Gatsby publicly admitted that he's undeserving of everything that comes his way - the greatest example of that being the fact that he's secured a 5% chance at gaining an opportunity at the Answers World title mere days after signing with EAW - I did so based on facts.

When I pointed out the things that flawed the overplayed little psycho game Jameson Royale and his band of brothers seem to excel at selling, I did so based on facts.

All of those names, along with others that will eventually be granted their own share of attention, need to realize that I'm not making things up just to make you all look bad. I'm not forming an opinion of you relying solely on how much I like or despise your presence because while I'm a lot of things, a hateful person has never been one of them. I've never held a grudge against anybody, even when doing so seems like the only logical way to go about it. I pride myself on being one with the truth, thus I do my best to avoid clouding my judgement by letting tendencies take over the wheel. Careful however; do not see this for an excuse, I'm not justifying my position to any of the men that my words may have targeted because I'm at a certain level that doesn't require me to do so; This is just me being my righteous and fair self, taking a portion of my time to explain why I said what I said and what I meant when I said it to those in need of further clarification. Now I'd expect for this message to be heard and understood by everyone who listens to it in much clearer and simpler fashion, but then I find some of my opponents at the Shock Collar battle royal forcing my hand to reconsider such a decision. The rage, the hatred, the inner pain; I've felt it all in every one of your guys' recent little speeches. I can sense that I tapped an unpleasant void inside of you all, or else everybody wouldn't either start out their rant or end it with my name somewhere in-between getting dismantled or treated to a poor acknowledgment. From guys who I personally went through quite the details with throughout the days leading up to saturday's FPV such as Nick Angel and Clark Duncan to others who finally came out of the shadows that they've embraced for so long in order to prove that they still exist among us - I'm looking straight at you Mister "Kosh Coma" - I've generated so much fire under them that they're literally going all or nothing right now. At first this battle royal was to be recognized as the "piss break" of Shock Value and to an extent, rightfully so, but right now you've got 15 competitors - fueled by hunger and motivated by rage - ready and well prepared to tear the roof off of that arena. And the credit for that goes to who? I wonder. OH! Wait, silly me. It's Carson Ramsay. Y'know, the guy that has now climbed atop the hitlist of every other man involved in that battle royal just because he dared exposing them to tiny drop from the sea of truth? But you see, I actually enjoy the heat I brought upon myself. While a casual mind would view this as an act of desperate insanity, I tend to see it for a great challenge that will not only spice up the mood for the battle royal but also give me something to sink my teeth in. If these past couple of days have been any indication, I believe I've already beaten my opponents - psychologically speaking that is. Now, before any of you get their lady underwear in a twist; Just stop and think about the words you've uttered in my name. Skim read through the lines in which you tried to respond and realize the emotion you've spilled while doing so. That alone should be enough to paint, even for the smallest of minds, a fairly clear picture that sees me easily getting inside of your heads and liking the stay. So yeah, I already have that side covered heading into saturday. Which begs the question; what's a man without a clear mind? I'm not one to answer since I fortunately never filled that pair of boots in my life, so I suggest talking to someone who has.

Say Nick Angel, for instance? Oh Nicky! Y'know, at a certain moment in time, I was totally convinced that you've come to your senses. You accepted the title for most delusional man in the business and you wore that suit in pride which kind of lit a spark of hope in me that finally, I shall be dealing with a more conscious Nick Angel from here on out. But that was short lasting to put it mildly, as Nick would proceed to solidify the Idea I've had of him since day one. There's nothing sharper nor more efficient than a man's ego; if put to wise use, it could prove a handy tool to add to said man's arsenal. Just don't tell that to Nick Angel. You see, I've had no trouble analyzing it before and I won't right now, Nick has a high ass opinion of himself and he never fails to show it. He subscribes to the belief that everything and everyone is beneath him and if he's defied in his judgement then the opposing side is clearly the one mistaken. I've had no issue filling that opposite end as of late because that's about the only logical thing related to anything Nick Angel. I mean, do you blame me for getting a little bit infuriated by a guy who claims to not belong in the same ring as myself but rather demands to be pushed up the card with guys like Devan Dubian, DEDEDE and Brian Daniels, yet has no shred of proof that supports his worth of such demand? Fact is Nick, your self-imposed claim to a "better" treatement than being in the battle royal shouldn't ease you into overlooking the opportunity at hand for the victor of that match. If it is though, then your sense of experience - the only field you kind of have advantage on - is clearly up in smoke. What's at stake here is undeniably the chance of a lifetime that alot of elitists spend their entire careers in the industry building up to and chasing after but to no avail, to one of the 15 contestants however it shall be served on a golden platter come Shock Value. So, I'll be DAMNED if I stand here, arms crossed, listening to you neglect the magnitude of the match in favor of pushing forward the theory of you being "too good" for it. News flash pal, YOU'RE NOT! You are NOT as good as you make yourself out to be and you recent chain of matches and appearances prove it. I mean, answer me this; when was the last time you faced, let's not say beat, but the last time you actually COMPETED against a former or current world champion? 1 month ago? 3 months ago? A year ago? That's what I've come to conclude myself. Regardless of what you did in the past Nicky boy and who you were at that time, it all falls down to this; Your stock has sunk down to the bottom of the food chain, and it's nobody's fault nor doing but yours. You can try fooling yourself by placing the blame on others under the conspiracy trademark but you won't fool me, Nick. I see right through bullshit and you're full of it my friend. And you want to refer to our triple threat on Voltage in hopes of proving that you're BETTER than me? Well correct me If I'm wrong Mister Elite Veteran, but isn't a wrestler's career based on a record of Ws and Ls? So it's academic for a guy like yours truly, in his 4th match or so, to contend with the possibility of defeat isn't it? Not to mention that it wasn't just me and you out there Angel and at the end of the day, you didn't pin me to get that victory so your point is as invalid as everything else spewing out of your mouth. But I do find it humorous that you resorted to comparisons between us after claiming that I have yet to amount to your level not so long ago. It's a little self contradicting, don't you think? This doesn't imply that you've succeeded in making those comparisons either, because you obviously did not. Now, I'm not a baseball fan, let alone expert, but I'm pretty sure with that amount of strike outs, Angel would be benched for the whole season. Jokes aside Nick, you touched on the pride I take in representing the darkhorses of EAW, stating that it won't propel me for the main event scene and neither will my confidence. This is coming from a man who rarely appears on FPVs such as Pain For Pride, but when he does he loses. So pardon me for not accepting your advice Nick. What you fail to realize - among a shit load of other things, mind you - is that being the underdog, being often underestimated and underappreciated, in this day and age is the best position to kickstart your career in. That fire your kind of washed up bitter fucks fuels with hatred and Jealousy burns 10 times as hot inside of young guns like myself, and that alone can spell disaster wherever it's aimed at. Let that sink in for a while.

Now onto something a little lighter to smoothen up the pace. Mister Jay Omen. Ah yes, the dog is still barking and I've just about had it. Omen is the type of guy who'll never get the gist of how everything functions around him. He's like that lost child in the amusement park. His blank stare makes you want to lend him a helping hand but then his stupidity makes you instantly regret you ever considered that. I'm still pacing around a nice, simple way of putting things for you to understand Omen but I never really had a large vocabulary for "nice" to begin with so don't count on it. Instead, I'll just settle with discussing what you had to talk about earlier. So apparently, in order to answer my statement, Jay Omen brilliantly decided to make up a WHOLE LIFE STORY for himself that's like a poorly ripped off version of a French drama movie where all the hero's family and friends eventually either get killed or die. Kudos on showing tiny signs of improvement in both the creativity and imagination bars there Jay, that's progress I can appreciate. But don't be more stupid than you already are in thinking for a SECOND, that that little trick will score anything more than chuckles and laughters from yours truly and anyone else with a brain attached to their head. It does make me wonder though, why would you even bring your "sorrowful background" in the first place? I never asked for it, and I'm sure no one else involved in the battle royal did too. Do you want me to pity you that bad Omen? Because if so, GREAT NEWS, I've pitied you from the first day I laid eyes on you. Do you seek mercy for such a sad upbringing? Because if so, you're in the wrong business motherfucka'. So to answer your question, YES you are still a joke and you'll always be one. Now how about instead of complaining about it, you DO something about it?

Let's talk about what seems like everyone's choice for a winner in the Shock Collar battle royal, for whatever reason I don't know but nevertheless, Clark Duncan. First and foremost Clark, I'm flattered by what you said about me being the best candidate to hold the New Breed title if you weren't such a selfish lil' prick and didn't give the title to yourself. Putting that out there right now because at least we've come to terms in agreeing about something, which is me being the hottest prospect on Voltage and in EAW as a whole right now. Now onto some other business. While I'm glad you are a big supporter of mine Duncan, the fact remains that you're still the same ol' authority suckup that weaseled his way into claiming a championship that isn't his and holding it when he never actually beat anyone for it. You drew a fine series of questions though Clark; if I was in your shoes, and I had the chance to use my corporate figure in jumping ahead of the herd and basking in the glory of holding gold everywhere I go, would I? It took me a while to digest, but the answer would be; FUCK NO. As tempting as having everything at your very fingertips seems, I raised myself to always sweat for my bread and never be spoon-fed shit. As cheesy as that may sound, it's the lifestyle that I've adapted to and I wouldn't trade it for anything, not for championship and damn sure not for a suit. Clark for some reason, you chose to reminisce about your shortcomings as far as actually winning a title; from failing to capture the New Breed title from Stark to falling victim to some crybaby at PFP. However, you still maintained that both of those guys had a fluke of a victory and Nick Angel'd the end of it saying that you're better than them. Yet, here you stand proudly sporting a title belt that you did not earn yet still talking like you did. Huh, ironic isn't it? I can see pieces of your future already falling into place; You mock those two guys for going AWOL, not realizing that you very well be on the same route. Say, starting this saturday when I shatter whatever wet dreams you have of being both Answers World and New Breed champion? Sounds like a fine fit to me.

Sticking with the same theme of dreams and wishes, Average Gatsby. This is one guy who, despite how short of a resume he has in EAW, still goes knee deep with the sharks; not loving his odds of survival, but still in it for the ride. I can respect that, and you rarely hear me say "respect" in these types of matches and to this type of competition that I'm facing. But Gatsby, more or less, earns a bit of my attention. Here's a man, as green as it comes, but of a connection with the audience that's quite remarkable. Not to mention good will and determination heading into what might spell the end of his tale before it even starts. That's the drive and willingness that young talent possess more than veterans who often contemplate if any match is even worth their time. We choose to go out, fists swinging and head first, put our bodies in the riskiest scenarios in hopes of making an impact that will earn them a good reputation. And, I do see alot of that in Gatsby. However, don't let that go over your head my friend. Yes, I admire your confidence. Yes, I see alot of myself in you. But do I see you as a candidate to win a Shock Collar battle royal? Not really. Sadly Gatsby, you've done absolutely nada for me or anyone else to actually evaluate you, let alone consider you a threat. But look on the bright side, you may use that as an element of surprise which can buy enough time in the ring to make a decent name for yourself. So yeah, the business is yours to attend to but a piece of advice from yours truly; don't try to make a name for yourself at my expense. It won't end well, trust me.

Switching gears now to a a less dreamy and more real life nightmarish type 'shit. Jameson Royale. To set the records straight, I'm never fearful of anything or anyone on the face of this earth, That's a constant will stick with me 'til the end of my days, but this guy sure is close. We hear alot of people calling criminals and rapists sick in the head almost on a daily basis, this guy along with his family seem to wear that as a crown of royalty. Now as bizarre as that is and it is in every sense of the word, I'm just as intrigued by the whole mindset that the Royale family possesses. The fact that there's a good chance that they're acting out and talking from an instinct standpoint while there's just as good of a possibility that somewhere in twisted brain of their, there's actual method to their madness, that alone has me sold. So it goes without saying that I appreciate how Jameson sees alot of similarities bouncing off between him and myself and I absolutely agree with it. We represent the outcast lower class of homeless kids turned vicious men with a tear frozen inside their soul and pure vengeance to inflect upon everyone who steps near their way. But that also includes others of that same class. To put matters into perspective, while me and the Royale family are from the bottom feeding class, that won't somehow play a part in uniting all four of us come Shock Value. It's every man for himself, just the way I like it. So it's every man relying on his own to win which begs a dilemma for the trio of brothers, but I'm sure they'll come to solve it. Eventually.

The last and certainly least of my worries, one of those who lurked in the shadows for too long but now have grown a pair and decided to speak out; Piff Fumador. I'm ecstatic that you finally joined us, amigo. It does offer a nice touch for a fresh face to talk bad about me. Seems like it's the trend of the week for all participants in the battle royal. But while everyone else's arguments could be discussed in detail with no problems attached, I really am having a tough time coping with the words of a stoned man; like an actual man, under the influence, foulmouthing me. And he even went on asking why nobody mentioned his name when talking about the Las Vegas showdown. Well Piff, take it easy on the pipe and put yourself in my place; how am I supposed to treat a guy like you in a serious manner when all you're giving me are reasons to laugh my ass off? As if Jay Omen's words aren't enough. You actually compared my rants to a novelist's work as an INSULT! How should I be offended by such a pleasant compliment? Moreover, you quoted me when I said that I thrive under the pressure of failure which signifies that you've done your research and that's all well and dandy but you kinda' flushed all of that down the toilet when you claimed that you're going to satisfy that desire by defeating ME. I'd ask if you're high on drugs for misunderstanding such a crystal clear statement, but you clearly are so I won't waste any more of my time attempting to explain it. What I'll say is this; While I welcome defeat WHEN it comes knocking on my door, I'll never stop fighting for victory until it does. Piff and those other 13 competitors will experience it first hand.

The battle royal is mine for the winning, the Answers World title is mine for the taking.

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六 The camera opens up to a scene at EAW Headquarters in Stamford, Connecticut as a middle-aged male Receptionist casually speaks to a co-worker, who nonchalantly leans against the other side of the Receptionist’s desk. 六

Co-Worker: No kidding? He died?

Receptionist: Yup, and not the one from any of the lame remakes or sequels. This guy was the original Leatherface.

Co-Worker: Huh. First Wes Craven and now him.

Receptionist: Right? Horror has been losing some historic names lately. So what’s been up with you?

Co-Worker: Me? Oh, nothin’. Same shit, different day.

六 Both men laugh as the sound of a bass can be heard in the distance. The two men take notice as the Co-Worker turns and squints as he looks for the source of the sound out the doors of the building. 六

Receptionist: What is that?

Co-Worker: Huh, not sure. Kind of sounds like, uhhhh…. What’s that band that did the song “Kids”? The one with the really fucked up, weird music video?

Receptionist: MGMT?

Co-Worker: That’s the one. It sounds like that other song they did.

Receptionist: I’m sure they’ve had more than two hits. Though, I can’t honestly remember the last time I’ve heard anything new from them. Speaking of bands, did you ever check out--

六 The door to the building swings open as both the Receptionist and his Co-Worker turn their attention to a stone-faced Drake Jaeger - dressed in his usual black boots, black trunks, black trenchcoat, black gloves, black sunglasses - carrying a boombox over his head that loudly plays “Electric Feel” by MGMT. The Burned Man slowly follows behind him as the Receptionist and his Co-Worker begin to look intimidated. Drake starts making his way through the lobby as the Receptionist, his Co-Worker, and others occupying the lobby look on in confusion. 六

“All along the Western front

People line up to receive

She got the power in her hand

Shock you like you won’t believe”

Receptionist: Sir…. SIR!

“Saw her in the Amazon

With the voltage running through her skin

Standing there with nothing on

She gonna teach me how to swim”

Receptionist: SIR!!

六 Drake finally takes notice of the Receptionist and steps over to the desk. Drake gently places the boombox down on the desk, hits Pause on it, and searches through his trenchcoat for something as the annoyed Receptionist glares at him. 六

Receptionist: Sir, you can’t come in here dressed like that or causing such a problem with that loud music. Do you have an appointment?

六 Drake faintly grunts as he begins searching the other side of his trenchcoat for something while The Burned Man stoically stands behind him, like a shadow. 六

Receptionist: Ugh, sir, I don’t have time for this. Even if you’re employed as a professional wrestler with Elite Answers Wrestling, you still need to make an appointment, so I’m going to have to ask you and your friend--

六 Drake pulls out a cattle prod from his trenchcoat and immediately zaps the Receptionist with it as everyone else in the lobby gasps in horror. The Receptionist drops to the floor behind the desk, silent and out of view as Drake presses Play on the boombox, picks it up on one shoulder, and carries the cattleprod in his other hand while he and The Burned Man continue to make their journey through the lobby of EAW Headquarters. 六

“I said ooh girl

Shock me like an electric eel”

六 Drake slightly grooves to the music and stuns a nearby unknown worker with the cattleprod as he and The Burned Man continue. 六

“Baby girl

Turn me on with your electric feel”

六 Drake zaps another unknown man with the cattleprod before he and The Burned Man enter the elevator that arrives, filled with people. Before anyone can get out, Drake and The Burned Man shove them back in and enter the elevator. 六

“I said ooh girl

Shock me like an electric eel”

六 Drake starts gleefully zapping random victims next to him in the elevator with the cattleprod while he and The Burned Man ascend to a higher floor. 六

“Baby girl

Turn me on with your electric feel.”

六 The elevator dings as it reaches their destination. The doors to the elevator slide open to reveal Drake and The Burned Man, surrounded by a handful of people twitching and contorting on the floor of the elevator from the shock of the cattleprod. Drake starts merrily skipping now as he and The Burned Man make their way down a long hallway. 六

“All along the Eastern shore

Put your circuits in the sea

This is what the World is for

Making electricity

You can feel it in your mind

Oh you can do it all the time

Plug it in and change the World

You are my electric girl”

六 Drake skips his way down to two angry-looking Security Guards that guard an Office with a door that reads “EAW CHAIRMAN: ZACK CRASH” on it as both Guards get ready to take action placing their hands on the stun guns hanging from their waists. One of the Guards grabs a walkie talkie with his free hand. 六

“I said ooh girl

Shock me like an electric eel”

Guard #1: Yeah, we got them. They’re on the--

“Baby girl

You turn me on with your electric feel”

六 Drake steps out of the way for The Burned Man to rush in, grab the entire faces of both Security Guards, and slam their heads against the wall. Drake adds injury to injury as he zaps both Guards with the cattleprod before The Burned Man lets them drop to the floor. 六

“Said ooh girl

Shock me like an electric eel”

Drake: Sorry, fellas, but we’ve got a promo to do. Time’s a wastin’.

“Baby girl

Turn me on with your electric feel”

六 The music stops as the camera cuts to Drake now behind the desk of Zack Crash, spray-painting an EAW banner on the wall with a big, green “H” while The Burned Man presumably guards the door outside. Drake throws the can nonchalantly out of view as it nosily hits something off-camera, before he sits at Zack Crash’s desk, and puts both of his muddy boots on top of everything upon the desk. 六

Drake: Now that’s better. You know, I could get used to this: nice big office with a gorgeous view out the window so you can see the bright, rising sun kiss the turquoise sky. Beautiful. It doesn’t seem like such a distant dream after all, you know? I mean, I managed to get here to this Office in record time and with very little opposition in my path. Now, I’m sure people will call other people, and those people will call people, and then eventually someone’s gonna get it through their head that MAYBE the local authorities should be contacted, but we’ll be long, long gone by then, so let’s just try to live in the moment, shall we? It’s a time for CELEBRATION! Halloween has come, and while it was so much fun, I’m afraid it has gone. Although, I’m sure nobody told that to a guy like Eclipse Diemos, but him and all the other little insignificant pawns on this chessboard soon enough. For now, let’s just BASK. BASK in that cool, fresh-smelling November air. Let’s bask in the feeling of this war getting that much more fun. Let’s bask in laughably hypocritical fact that a company that now prides itself on being “Elite” is hosting an event that’s theme is for wrestlers to step into a ring and violently shock one another through various means with dangerous levels of electricity! Brilliant! Bravo, ELITE Answers Wrestling, bravo! I’d love this company if I didn’t hate everyone in it, hate its Titles, hate its Champions, hate its history, hate its shows, and just about hate everything associated with it! If it wasn’t for all that, you’d have Drake Jaeger on the frontline for you! Instead, well, you’ve got Liam Catterson. You’ve got Eclipse Diemos. You’ve got JJ Silva, and you’ve got…

六 Drake looks at the palm of his hand and struggles to read something. 六

Drake: Higher… Power…. ? What the fuck? Who--It doesn’t matter! Doesn’t matter! The fact of the matter is that instead of Drake Jaeger, instead of a man that’s already done more in his time around this garbage company than every member of the opposing team combined, you’ve got a group of misfits that somehow managed to look even worse than the last bunch of merry assholes that stepped up to the plate and STRUCK out! Then, to top it ALL off, you place these poor, poor bastards in front of us on a show that’s themed with dangerous, life-threatening electrical weapons? Are you people fucking stupid? Hexa-gun stepped foot onto the soiled soil of this repugnant company not only to absolutely decimate everything in our path, but to simultaneously kill off everything around us and rebuild it all back to the way it SHOULD be: Extreme. A World where only the strongest and the smartest survive! A jungle with no rules but one: WIN! Yet you’ve not only bent yourselves over and let us have our way with you by giving us our demanded Extreme Rules stipulations, but now you’ve placed us smack-dab in the middle of a show that’s literally themed after electrocution? This company has become so much of a half-assed clusterfuck of such epic proportions that it’s begun to eat itself under the pressure of getting its ass royally handed to it, whether it be by those punks on Dynasty or, more commonly, Hexa-gun. ELITE Answers Wrestling has slowly but surely begun to backpedal into mistakes after all the abuse it’s been given at the hands of the most dominant group to have ever walked not just on it, but on God’s green Earth! Now here we stand, ready to do battle with Shock Value on the horizon, with our tasers and our stun guns and our...

六 Drake proudly pulls out the cattleprod from his trenchcoat and grins at it. 六

Drake: And our cattleprods, of course. You know, something interesting… In slaughterhouses, you know what they do with these? When the pigs or the cows or whatever it is that’s headed for the slaughter - when they start to realize what they’re headed towards and try to escape, the workers there take these and ZAP em! They shock them with these until those stupid little animals fall back in line and accept their fate as nothing but food for those higher up on the food chain than them. Sound familiar? I take a look at such proud men that have banded together to take us down a notch, trying to succeed where so many others have failed. I look at the big, bad Liam Catterson, leading the charge while The Iconomy and Higher Power follow behind, screaming their battle cries towards the sky and running head-on into this war they’ve convinced themselves is theirs. That? I do that for them. I do that to make them feel better. To help them all sleep a little bit better at night. I do that to make them feel like they’ve got a chance against a group that’s beaten and broken men bigger, badder, and better than they are or ever will be. It’s been a fun little ride too. I’ve always enjoyed getting a workout, no matter how… Short and disappointing it may be in the end. If I took off these rose-tinted sunglasses of mine and see them for what they TRULY are, I’d be looking at five fat little pigs with fear written across their faces, coming at us with everything they have in those goofy-looking bodies and running only as long and hard as their tiny feet can take them. Pigs. Pigs that got out of line. Pigs that should have stayed where they belonged with the rest of this pathetic little company (be it EAW or Dynasty), and pigs that should have ACCEPTED fate.

六 Drake takes his feet off the desk and leans up with his elbows on the desk and the cattleprod in both hands. 六

Drake: Nobody likes to be told the truth. You know why, fellas? Because the truth is never pretty. Never. You’re told a truth that’s uplifting? It’s a lie. Told a truth that makes you feel better? Lie. Lie. Lie. Lie. There’s no such thing as a happy truth, so here’s YOUR truth: You’re on the bottom of the food chain. You’re food for us. You’re what we prey upon. We eat annoying little pigs like you who get out of line just like you for breakfast, and don’t even bother to finish it. You’re all such delusional, tiny, pathetic little men that think because they’ve been here or there and have two functional legs, hands, and a supposedly working brain, that you belong here. That you belong in front of us. That you have as much of a chance as anyone else at stopping Hexa-gun. They all think that. All of them. Every single one. It’s like I’m reading the same old tired book again, and again, and again. Liam Catterson, Eclipse Diemos, Daniel Marshall, JJ Silva, and Gabriel Eden are coming to Shock Value to fight. Drake Jaeger, The Heart Break Gal, Y2Impact, Tiberius Jones, and Luzmala? They’re coming to get 5 pigs back in the slaughter line. See ya on Saturday guys! Good luck! No pressure. Remember to have fun. I know I will.

六 Drake smiles and gives a sarcastic thumbs up before standing up from the desk, cracking his back, and walking off camera. Drake opens the door. 六

Drake (off-camera): Now say it with me! SHOCK! THEM! A--

The Burned Man (off-camera): BURN THEM ALL!!!

Drake (off-camera): Close enough! Let’s go!

六 “Electric Feel” by MGMT can be heard playing again, growing more and more faint while the camera focuses on the spray-painted “H” on the EAW Banner before fading to black. 六

It is like you said, this year.. I am unparalleled. Perhaps if this were several years ago and I was in the midst of one of my more unflattering runs, you might have stood have a chance. Then again, the competition a few years ago were far superior than it is today. I must admit that the competition I used to go against a few years ago on a weekly basis always got me real enthusiastic because I could proudly admit that the people I was facing were on my level. However, I look over the roster these days and cannot find but maybe one or two names that would provide that same stimulating feeling back to me. It must be said before you two start to get the wrong view of this that neither of you two men are a part of that shortlist because I have went eye to eye with you in the past numerous times and there has not been one scenario in which I have not come out on the surface. It is ultimately all too tedious for me. I have yelled it emphatically week in and week out and you two have certainly done nothing to change that motion, it is an absolute bore to see you two go at it week in and week out. In fact, it all seems like a dreadfully acted melodrama between two rivals who have no real reason to be fighting each other so they are coming up with pretexts out of their arses in order to pertain some applicability. The only thing worse than me being coerced into watching this melodrama week in and week out is the matter of fact that I am also being strong-armed into participating in this farce.

I know that as a champion, many of you must think that I must surely have the option to not participate in such unpleasant satire. That does seem like the most tempting idea but seeing as how Shock Value is my brand's time to shine and I am the undisputed leader of this brand, my appearance is certainly warranted and I honestly cannot see myself anywhere in the peck of the order but at the skyward of the card. My desire to be on my brand's show would probably be the number one generalization in why I decided to pick up this rubble of a match. I suppose the other would be that my name was thrown around between my two other supposed opponents in an attempt to ire me and one of the slights that were thrown around is that I am an easily provoked world champion who has never had faced real competition. It has always baffled me as to how that is the champion's fault, if a jest of a belittled roster cannot muster up one decent opponent to face the world champion then that is their own fault. All the champion is responsible of doing is taking down any challenger that might come in his way and if I just happen to do that repetitively in such a magisterial manner, I should really not be blamed. If you want to throw mockery at my face then at least be able to look at the whole facts and not just slight them down to fit your own bullshit agenda. You know, it might just be that the opponents I have faced are just the roster norm these days and my flair has surpassed so many levels that I am just too overpowered like an One Punch Man who can single handedly knock anyone out with one punch. It would certainly explain this barren feeling I have had within me for the past few months with no real antagonism to fight. However since it seems that you went out of your way to repeatedly compliment my endowment Scott Oasis, I suppose I could give you the pleasure of me gifting one back to you. You are.. a decent competitor. I certainly hope you were not expecting me to say more because whilst I admire your endorsement, I know my limit. If you build up a competitor too match then you certainly head into a match expecting an lesser result and if you have yourself mindset set at such a secondary level then you are never going to really walk out of that match as the victor. I see things as they are and I point out things as simply as they are and you might find it a bit degrading but I certainly hope that you are able to use that flare and captivate it into an appealing performance come this weekend because if it is like any of those other times I faced you or what I also like to call as sub-par, your so 'overly-confident' night will be over in an instant flash.

I know that you feel you fully deserved this match against me one on one after you defeated El Landerson a few weeks ago, Hades. The only thing I have left to ask you, how long up your arse is your ego mate? You decimated a sub-par opponent but I do not exactly think that merits any applause or exclusiveness, if you think any of what you did in that match will help you in your present match then you are dead wrong. The last time our match did not end in a no result, I was able to comprehensively defeat you whilst you were still world champion and I had not even started my absolutely bulldozing streak of my opponents yet. If I was able to put you in a such a state whilst supposedly not even at the peak of my capability, then you mustn't surely be eager to find out what awaits you come this weekend. It also seems you have taken my infrequent activity in weekly matches to heart but let me remind you that I am the endorser of this brand and ultimately, this company. I do not have to be present in matches that would fundamentally put me at any risk. That does not mean that I do not like getting coarse but rather that I would not like to participate in scenarios that do not principally have any benefit for me at all. I am a diamond bar that you just keep on shining, there is no end to my limit whatsoever for my wealth will keep rising drastically. I suppose that at the end of the day, I will have no choice but to participate in this Shock Value match for no other real reason than to teach you both an indispensable reason on why this prince is the Answers World Champion and ultimately a luminary spirit for this company to harbor for a long, long time.

SHOCK VALUE PROMO #2

Our scene opens on Jameson Royale, The Moonshine Kid, fast asleep in front of an old cathode ray tube television set, complete with bunny-ears antenna. We hear the sound of static coming from the TV set. Jameson is passed out in a rocking chair, snoring nosily. A line of drool runs down the corner of his mouth. At times, he twitches or spasms, whether from electrocuting himself earlier or due to his dreams, we can't tell right now. On his head, over the red, white, and blue bandanna of his, is a hat made out of tin foil. We hear the narrators southern drawl, though Jameson stays fast asleep.

"Poor little critter. He's been keeping up with all the words flyin' around like chiggers on a humid summer day. Royales ain't used to so many words. They're men of action. But when in Voltage, do as the Voltans do, and Jameson here has been doin' his best. While he's counting luchadors in his sleep, why don't you and I have a set down conversation. See, we've talked a lot about the other competitors in this Shock Collar Battle Royal on Sunday. We've run them down, given reasons why they might win or why they might lose. Why what they're saying makes sense, or -more often than not- it's more full of horse manure than the Kentucky Derby on race day. That's all well and good, and we're like to continue on that since some of the competitors on the field -lookin' at you, Nick Angel- just can't seem to shut their yap. No, we're going to start this off talkin' about one competitor we haven't really talked about. One that some of the other competitors have been overlooking. That's right, we're gonna talk about The Moonshine Kid. See, the way Jameson was raised, he ain't one to toot his own trombone. He don't have an overblown opinion of hisself like 99% of the other rasslers out there. He ain't gonna talk about his shit and how it don't stink then try to convince you to buy a truckload of it. That just ain't the Royale way. Some of these rasslers are more akin to snake oil salesman, and only one Royale has ever been a snake oil salesman, Jameson's great great uncle Willy Ray Royale, the best snake oil salesman west of the Mississippi. 'Course, he was hanged for poisoning the sheriff's wife, so Willy Ray is more told as a cautionary tale from Royale parents to children. But, as you may have surmised, what Jameson can't say for hisself, it done falls to me to say for him, your humble and patient narrator.

"Jameson Royale ain't got no tragic past or sob story to tell. He ain't gonna jerk any tears or tug on all ya'lls heartstrings. Drama is best left to the stage, in the Royale books. Nossir, Jameson's childhood was a good, wholesome redneck upbringing, something that 'Merica's been lacking these days. He was taught to work hard. He was taught to fear God. And most of all, he was taught to be proud of his heritage. So why is it that a well-adjusted boy decided to become a professional rassler? Let's face it, a grand majority of folks 'round these parts carry the type of baggage along with them that ain't gonna get lost in no aeroport. Broken dreams, broken families, broken lives, all jumbled up together in their knapsacks, poking them with jagged edges as they put them on their back. A lot of these fellas seem to enjoy the pain of their pasts, wallowing in their injustices -whether real or imagined- like pigs wallowing in mud. So how does a child who has two parents who loved each other, who grew up in a family where no one died -except when Grampa Royale sunk in the bayou, but he'd tell you that's how he wanted to die anyways. How did he get here? Wellsir, perhaps Jameson's favorite part of the day, after a long day of chores on the farm, was sittin' at Papa Cletus' knee and hearin' him spin tales about the Royales that came before. Heroic types of men and women, who fought nasty spirits and horrific monsters, who took down cannibals and slavers, who were daring outlaws or righteous lawmen. History is littered with these men and women who fought for truth, justice, and the 'Merican way. And little Jameson was enthralled by these tales. Growing up, he didn't want to be a fireman or an astronaut or a doctor -and thank God he never wanted to be that last one. He wanted to be Big James Royale, who fought the cannibalistic Wendigo up North. He wanted to be Teddy the Tank Killer Royale, who scoured Europe of the Nazis. He wanted to be Ezra Royale, who exorcised demons and smote warlocks. But the problem is that the world's much smaller than it used to be. In our modern hurry to discover every last crevice, explain every last detail, categorize every last thing ... we done pushed out a lot of the magic that used to be in the world. There ain't no more tales of ghosts and werewolves and monsters anymore. We've moved past that as a people, maybe. The world no longer supports heroes as it once did. Corruption blackens the name of lawmen. Dissension undermines the once great foundation of our country. Wars are fought less for truth and justice and more for corporate gains. Yessir, it's a world where young Jameson had quite a bit of trouble finding a place where he could become a larger than life hero like his ancestors.

"That's where the world of professional rasslin' comes in. Despite all of its flaws, all of its drama, professional wrestling is still a place where its stars are larger than life. You see it every time you go to a show. When Hades makes his entrance, you can tell he's more than a man, he's an unstoppable force. When Y2Impact is in the ring, he's more than just a grappler, he's a ruthless and cunning general of the squared circle who will stop at nothing to achieve his goals. When Brian Daniels overcomes the odds yet again, it's more than just a man hoisting the title over his head. He's the conquering hero of Herculean proportions. In professional rasslin', Jameson has found his path to greatness, another hero to go alongside the Royales of yesteryear. And this Sunday, at Shock Value, he's fixin' to prove that his name will one day be spoken about in the same hushed tones as the Royales before. One day, The Moonshine Kid will be held as a legend in the illustrious halls of EAW. Now don't go thinkin' that I'm saying he'll get all the way there on Sunday. One match is just one match. Win or lose, the end goal doesn't change. Legends aren't built in the span of days or even weeks. Like good moonshine, it takes time to ferment and coalesce. It may not even happen in his lifetime. But dreams are meant to be chased. It's the thrill of the hunt that is most of the fun. Maybe one day, ol' Grampa Jameson T. Royale will look back on his time in EAW with regret. But that'll only happen if he doesn't fight for all that he's worth, chase every dream, and answer when opportunity knocks. If he does all of that, then he will have no regrets because he will know he fought for all that he was worth.

"And sometimes, that's enough."

Jameson snores particularly loud and wipes his mouth.

"Well, I think I've talked your ear off quite enough. Let's wake up Sleeping Beauty, shall we?"

"HEY, BOYH! ON YER FEET!"

Jameson wakes up, flinching and shouting.

"NO, MAMA, NO! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! DON'T MAKE ME WATCH ANYMORE OF NICKIANGELO! i'LL BE A GOOD BOY, I PROMISE! JUST MAKE HIM STOP TALKING, PLEASE!"

"Boyh, pull yerself together!"

"Land sakes ... I had the most awful dream. Nickiangelo was there, and he wouldn't stop talking. He just kept droning on and on and on and on. I wanted to poke my eardrums out, but I couldn't move. And he kept going and going and going. It was a just terrifying. At least, it was just a dream ... right?"

Jameson looks at the television set, a look of horror growing on his face.

"What do you think, boyh?"

Jameson reaches up and pulls the tinfoil hat off of his head, crumples it up, and throws it away.

"D'oh! I was hoping it was only a nightmare, but Nicky really was droning on and on about "elite mantra"-this and "conspirators"-that. I watched the whole thing and by the end of it, I made myself this tinfoil hat. I could feel the conspirators projecting their conspiratatal message through Nicky's words and tryin' to get into my head. Those conspirators ... I think they're in league with the Commie Reds! That's it. And no Royale is a Commie Red! I had to do something. See, Commie Red technology can't pierce aluminium foil, so I wrapped my head in it! Ain't no way those Red's are gonna influence me the way they got to Nickiangelo. No sir! No Royale goes Red, unless it's followed by White and Blue!"

"Nick Angel spends way too much time stewing over how this battle royal doesn't follow his idea of 'elite.' He chews and gnaws on it like a dog on gristle. Are any of the names in this battle royal truly 'elite'? In the here and now, no they are not. Not Jameson Royale. Not Carson Ramsay. Not Piff Fumador or Clark Duncan. Not even Nick Angel. And that is what rankles Nick Angel so much. He can't believe, after all the work he's put in, after all the blood he's shed, that he still isn't considered 'elite.' And it's eating him alive. Rather than seeing the opportunity to elevate hisself to the 'elite' status he thinks he so richly deserves, he spends his time moaning and groaning about the mistakes he's made in the past and the opportunities that have passed him over. It's a right sad tale now, isn't it?"

"Yessir, Mr. Narrator, it is. See, instead of looking forward, Nickiangelo has his head firmly in the past, up his rear end. And that'll get you nowhere 'cept a bad smell and a neck-ache. Quit yer bellyachin' over how you've been wrong. It doesn't do you any good to be so mired in the past. You gotta look to yer future, to where yer goin'. An' let me tell you, old man, you don't have long for this world. Not sayin' that in a threatening manner. I'm just worried that your ticker may give out on you. You're running around with the future on Sunday. The young and the hungry. Some of us in that match, our names will become the next big stars, the next Devan Dubains an' Tyler Parkers. And, sure as heck, I know some of us will become the next Nickiangelos. The has-beens or never-wases. The ones who had all the talent in the world, had the opportunities, but let them pass by, whether through bad luck or bad timing. And I hate to break it to you, but that'll be you, old man, if you don't win at Shock Value. For most of us, this is our first taste at glory, and surely for a lot of us, not our final one. But for you ... this is your last shot at redemption. Your final opportunity. By your own words, you say you are the most qualified to win at Shock Value. So when you lose, where do you go from there?"

Jameson sniffles a little bit, and dabs at his eye.

"Aw, shucks, I'm getting misty here. It's like when Bobby Lee had to put down ol' Daisy. I loved that dog, but she was just gettin' too old. Toothless, rheumy, and shaky. Poor girl. I feel sorry for you, Nicky, I really do. But this here's a battle royal, and I'm gonna do everything it takes to win it. And if I have to be the one to point out that you've lost your edge, wellsir, I'm not gonna let sentiment get in the way."

Jameson blows his nose on his sleeve.

"Buck up there, boyh. Nick Angel knows precisely what he's gettin' hisself into, even if he won't admit it to anyone. 'Sides, it might not be you that does the deed. There's a deep field of competitors out there, each of them just as hungry as you are for glory. The Carson Ramsays. The Clark Duncans. The Jay Omens. The Average Gatsbys. The Piff Fumadors. Some are rookies hunting for that first shot. Others are looking to cement their legacies as rising stars."

"I dunno. I don't really see Jay Omen as a 'rising star.' I think he's more like one of them fireworks that spins around in the air, shootin' sparks and makin' a racket before sputtering out and falling back to earth."

"Well slap my head and call me silly. Is this what happens when you use that garbanzo bean you call a brain? Did Jameson T. Royale just use a metaphor?"

"Meta-what?"

"*sigh* Shoulda kept your cakehole shut, boyh. But you just hit the nail right on the head. Jay Omen isn't like the others just mentioned. He has more in common with Nick Angel. He's looking to prove that he belongs among the elite. Sure, he's had a few big victories. But he's had some embarrassing losses as well. You have to truly wonder if retiring Alex Anderson was truly the apex of the career of Jay Omen, rather than a sign of things to come, as he so desperately hopes it is. That window of opportunity that he opened after his victory at House of Glass is quickly closing. Much as he tries to be intimidating, one wonders if he's trying too hard. What people like Hades can accomplish with but a glance, Jay Omen can't do with ten minutes straight of talking."

"Jay Omen, you ain't much to look at. You ain't much to listen to. I don't know why someone like you would try to garner sympathy before a big match like this. I mean, you just revel in your painful past, dontcha? You gotta move past it, like Carson Ramsay did. He had a shitty childhood, but he takes it as his springboard to overcome the odds. He doesn't wallow in it, he moves on from it. He acknowledges where he came from and how it made him who he is today. Carson Ramsay, don't get me wrong when we said you wasn't a hot prospect. I mean, you ain't there yet. But in you, I can sense a kindred spirit. Now I know what you're saying. 'That dumb redneck! We ain't nothin' alike.' But hear me out. People like you an' me, we're driven to achieve. We gots a drive to become the best. Now maybe your IQ is a little higher than mine-"

"A little? Boyh, there's stumps in the bayou that have a higher IQ than you."

"-but I don't think that you can doubt that I want to be the best there is on Voltage. In the EAW. An' I know that you do too. I ain't tryin' to butter you up or anything like that. Not tryin' to propose an alliance or anything. I'm just givin' you my nod of respect. Gatsby, too. Shucks, you can't help but tip your cap to that guy. Real salt of the earth type. People like us ain't lookin' to get stuff handed to us on a platter-"

"Like a certain man whose name rhymes with 'Mark Muncan'?"

"Hold your horses, I'm gettin' there. Where was I? Oh, yeah. We don't want the world handed over to us. Men like us, all we want is the opportunity, the chance to reach for the grand prize ourselves. And we're grateful for the chances that come our way, because they can be few and far between. And, should we come up short, I don't think that men like us will mourn over these missed opportunities because we know that we've given it our all, fought our hardest. And if we do all that and lose, well, there's no shame in that. Every dog has his day. We'll just resolve to fight harder come the next opportunity.

"But gettin' to Mr. Duncan, I believe you're a hard worker in your job as Vice Presidential of Talent Something-something. I ain't sayin' that you're not. But when you hold gold in professional rasslin', what I'm sayin' is that you have to defend that, not with gold star stickers or an Employee of the Month plaque, but with blood and sweat in the ring. That's what I'm sayin'. That's the issue that I have with your New Breed championship reign. You're a company man, Mr. Duncan. You seem like a swell competitor. You're probably a lot smarter than I am. I mean, me? I would've fought for that title. Silly me, right? So what you did was all well and good and by the books, I s'pose. I'm sure a lot of executives are happy with your decision. But on Sunday? Your executive parking ain't gonna help you. Your 'exceeds-expectations' on your yearly review ain't gonna help you. Heck, even your shiny new title belt ain't gonna help you."

"Unless he brains you with it."

"Well, shucks, I guess your right. So your shiny new title might help you. But to come out victorious at Shock Value, you're gonna have to fight, man-to-man and fist-to-fist. And I have to wonder ... with your ... definitive way of getting the New Breed title, do you have the intestinal fortitude to match determination with the Royales, the Gatsbys, the Ramsays, the Fumadors, who are all hungry, ready, willing, and able to shed our blood and cement our places in the halls of the elite? Are you willing to go as far as we will to come out victorious in a such a grueling match? Wellsir, we shall see, won't we? I honestly can't say whether you can one way or the other. But I can't say for certain that you won't just look at that New Breed title and say to yerself 'A-yup, I think that's enough.' You already got that title. Us rookies, alls we gots is a dream.

"An' we're chasin' that dream, like a pack of hunting dogs with a fox on the scent. Only one of us is gonna take it down though. May the best hound win."

Fade to black.

Showdown #3

Can you all sense that? It’s the innate hunger from four women who are fighting for one prize. No, not a title, but the chance to fight for a title. But you might not glean that just from hearing what each of us has had to say about one another or even directly towards one another. That’s because this is the EAW Vixen division in 2015, at least the last half of 2015 especially. We don’t just toy around with each other, we go straight to war. If you aren’t ready for war, you best get out and find something else you’re good at. Find somewhere else to go hang your half ass hat. Anything any of us did prior to coming here, we can throw it out the window. This is the best women’s division in the world and we show week in and week out that we can back that claim up. No one should be surprised by four women turning into feral animals and going right at each other just for the chance to fight for a title. Not if they’ve been paying attention. I know personally that I show up here each and everyday, bringing the same passion and pride for this company and myself, and I will never waiver from that. You’ll never see me wallowing in personal despair. I take my losses, my lumps, disappointing as they are, turn them into lessons and keep pushing forward. I’ve learned what so few have, and that’s embracing my strengths and understanding my weaknesses, as well as admitting my flaws. Everytime someone sees my name on a card, they know I’m an instant threat. Whether I’m facing Hexa-gun, or challenging for a new title in a 7-woman scramble, you will always find people picking me. It’s not because I’m developing myself as a fan favorite, it’s because I’m building a reputation. Whether it’s in the ring, or outside of it, everyone knows they’re going to get everything I have to offer.

Aria Jaxon knows she can expect it. She knows what it’s like to fight against the best and beat the best. And she knows what it’s like to come so close and fail. I questioned where her head is at going into another match with title implications, but she chooses to bring up and compare our performances against the Heart Break Gal. You’re right, we’re the only ones who have really done anything against her. Except, you didn’t give me the same respect in terms of my own performance with her. You talk of you and Brett’s victory over them, by roll-up pin, like you achieved above and beyond anything I could do. Maybe I overlooked your match, but you must’ve completely missed mine. I went to war with her, verbally, for an entire week, and when it came down to meeting in the ring, I dished out moves on her with an aggression and a focus she wasn’t ready for. She took me to be worthless standing on the same side of the ring as the Iconomy. And I proved her wrong. I let my talent do the speaking. I took her out of that match, kicked her off the apron when she tried to return and I had Luzmala, one of the largest beats the Elitists have, pinned 1-2-3 before Hexa-gun interfered in the last fraction of a second. Your detractors don’t hold a candle to me when I’m speaking to you one-on-one. I voiced honest concern. I’m not so concerned that I would allow myself to take you for granted in a match of this magnitude, or any magnitude. I’m too much of a competitor to allow that to happen. But I know how disappointing it must be to beat Madison for a month leading up to the big match, just to have her take you down. I’m not telling you that you’re only focusing on that, but I imagine as you focus on the possibility of having another title shot, the idea of not screwing it up is at least lingering. But I know you, you’re that rough and tough takes no shit girl that isn’t bothered by anything. You just moved the fuck on and put it in your past, right? I never said your loss will cripple you, but I am saying that it happened and you have to think about it. The difference is whether it brings motivation, or destruction. I was so sure you would walk into House of Glass and out of there with a win. I was shocked when Madison pulled off that win. If you say you aren’t coming out with a chip on your shoulder, though, so be it. I’ll believe you, just like you believed and trusted in me as a tag partner. But believe me when I tell you that we aren’t so different. I come ready to go no matter the elements of a match. It doesn’t matter that this is a standard fatal four-way. I’m not looking to make an example out of anyone in this match, I’m just coming to win the damn thing. And because we’re so similar, you know exactly what that means. There will be no easy win for anyone. You have to come into this match and beat me, and it will be tougher than you’ve ever imagined.

The story with you, Ariana, will never change. It’s so perfect for you to be in this situation so everyone can get the ex-lovers quarrel that they want. Except nobody even cares about that, but you. You’ve become a blip on the radar, even for Haruna herself, as she has left you in the past and moved forward. The funny thing is she proved she was better without you. She’s improved in spite of you and made Vixens history at Redemption. Maybe that was her Redemption for dealing with you. I don’t understand how you can hate her so much? Is it just the narrative you choose to inflict into this conflict you it appears that you have a good reason to be involved? You open your mouth time after time and spew out so much hot garbage and then say everything I say back is a fabrication. All I can do is guess until you choose to elaborate on the whole story. But anyone who listens to you blabber on about Haruna time after time is going to pose the same questions that I do, and they will come to the same solutions that I did without the proper answers. You see, at this point I’m not sure anything you have to say on the situation can even be taken as the truth. Mostly because I don’t remember you being so bent backwards over this until Haruna held gold. It really does feel like you are not only hung up on her, but jealous of what she’s managed to accomplish now that she doesn’t have to answer to you in any way. I’ll be honest with you Ms. Latin Heat, half the shit you say doesn’t make a bit of sense. But thank you for being “nice” to me and letting me know what I already imagined to be true. Do you think you telling me Haruna wanted to sleep with me and have us all be some kind of big friends means anything to me? This is all part of your own personal drama that affects you and her. I was never a willing participant in any of the fantasies that girl dreamt up. You say you hate people who act one way and treat people another like that’s some subtle hint about me. I generally treat people the way they treat me and they way they do my friends. And straight up, I’m just a competitor through and through. I don’t like you because you’re annoying and I’m tired of hearing about your love gone wrong. You’re so high on your performance on the B side of the Empress of Elite tournament. I’ll be sure to show you the intensity you missed from the A side. You know, the side that featured three current champions.

Just like Aria, I’m much more of a fan of what Serena is doing. Even though she’s been more quiet, she comes into this match just wanting to fight her ass off and get a title shot. This isn’t about ex-lovers for her. She’s just trying to prove herself when so many people aren’t giving her a shot. I already told all three of the women in this match with me, anyone can win. Even though it’s just four of us in a squared circle, there will be enough chaos that anything can happen at just the right time. When it comes down to it, it doesn’t matter who you’ve fought recently, or who dumped you or how long you’ve been here. In the end, it’s going to come down to who’s the most determined and who can survive at just the right points. At the end of the day, it’s going to come down to who really wants it most and who is truly deserving of being the next Specialist Champion.

Showdown

Cameron Ella Ava is in her home in Los Angeles, California. She had come home two days after her huge title win at Showdown: Redemption. Waiting for the new season to begin, she continues to binge watch Pretty Little Liars. Surprisingly enough, she stumbles onto the episode called “Game Over, Charles”, which happened to be the Summer Finale, which had Pretty Little Liar fans pissed off over the person, who was considered “A”, who went by the name “Charles”.

“I don’t get the fans,” Cameron watched the episode from the beginning. Where it shows Alison, Aria, Emily, Spencer and Hanna on the roof of Radley Sanitarium. Charles is about the jump off the roof as Ali and The Liars are pleading with Charles, not to jump. The scene ends with Charles raising their arms and the girls yelling ‘NO!’, “I personally liked the finale. Sure, might have been quite a few plot holes, but I’m still going to watch. I find it so convenient. I defeated my own Charles this weekend and ended his game.”

“Game over, Chuck Scene. Game over.” Cameron paused the recording and looked over to the camera with intensity in her eyes.

“What I truly expected during the weeks approaching our match at Showdown: Redemption was the same mind games that you played with Eris LeCava. I expected you to interfere in my matches, dress up camera men and make the effort to get inside my head. I kind of wanted to play that game with you, but it looks like the night I answered your Interwire Championship challenge. I did what CeCe Drake did with Mona Vanderwaal on Pretty Little Liars—I stole the game from you. I was the last person in this entire world, who you expected to accept your challenge for the Interwire Championship, but I was the one person, who turned your entire life into a living hell. Who knew from one simple play of my entrance music for your life to be a mess? I’m ashamed of you, Chuck. I thought that you were going to take me seriously; not only was a woman, but as a competitor. I thought after two weeks of kicking your ass with your back facing the mat that the message would have been clear enough for you to know that I was coming—I was coming for your title. I’m surprised that you even made the match official after the second ass beating in the hands of me. I thought that you would have been hiding in your own little dark room, just thinking of the ways you want to destroy me and get inside my head. I thought the lack of offense you had against me was going to make you plot my ultimate destruction. For some kind of sick reason, I wanted you to brutally injure me, send me to the hospital. I wanted you to gloat for a few weeks about how this women’s right activist was no match for you, a man. I wanted to make my grand return with the arena going crazy as I run into the ring and beat the shit out of you and before I could connect with my finisher, you would have escaped the ring…”

Cameron sighed, thinking that Chuck versus her was too easy. She pulled in her newly won Interwire Championship, so the camera got a great look at it glistening, “But, you made it so simple for me to take this title off of you.”

“Don’t get me wrong. I was scared for a second that you were going to retain. When you finally got some offense during our match and threw to the announcer’s desk, I finally saw that “Ruthless” Chuck Scene that people keep telling me about. I saw the “Ruthless” Chuck Scene, who I wanted to see from the first night that we were in the same ring. Even though, I was happy to see that side of you, he arrived too late to the party. I had already gotten so much of the upper hand that there was no way you could have caught up to me. You had waited and strategized for the wrong time because I was too strong for you to knock down a pedestal or two. My question is: if a woman like myself is already on a pedestal, where is she placed when she wins a title? Is she on a higher pedestal? I like to say that I am on a higher pedestal now, but I need to remind myself not to get too comfortable again. This was my problem when it came to the Hall of Fame Championship and the Empress of Elite. I need to stop getting too comfortable too quick because I could lose the championship, before I even had a first title defense—oh wait? Didn’t Chuck lose his title at the first defense? My new objective is to be a better Interwire Champion than Chuck ever was. I’ve seen champions, who have disgraced the championship belts they wear proudly on their shoulder or waist, but I’m not like those other champions. At Redemption, we gained some new champions, who will bring prestige to the EAW Championship and Specialists Championship, but I hope after all of the champions, who have been crowned that I am not one that you have forgotten about.”

“Just like Haruna, I made history myself by becoming the first Vixen to hold a single Elitist Championship—if you don’t count the Hall of Fame Championship. It shouldn’t be a shock since whenever I step foot in the ring that I make history any other way. It’s just the type of woman that I am, I’m a history maker and as of right now, I get to call myself a fighting champion. So, what’s a way to celebrate my huge title win? Sure, I might not be celebrating in the ring with cake and music. I am going to do what I have always done and that is wrestle. Just like Chuck had his Interwire Championship Challenge about a month ago, I am going to have a Cameron Ella Ava Interwire Championship Challenge. I don’t give a damn if you’re a man, woman or animal, but I am actually going to be a champion, who takes on everyone. It can be from a legend, to a main event to someone who is making waves in EAW or it can be someone, who is trying to prove to themselves and everyone that they belong in EAW. I don’t care who I face, but I just want to let everyone know is that I expect nothing, but the best from my opponent. I’m mentally prepare for all the opponents I could receive. I just hope, whoever accepts my challenge is going to be prepare for what I have to offer them in the ring. They know what to expect from me and that is the best Vixen to grace a wrestling ring. I just got this title and there’s no way that I plan to lose it right now.”

Cameron smiled one last time to the camera, before she resumed to her recording. The last shot the camera had was a glimpse of the Interwire Championship, which will be on the line on Showdown this weekend.

Shock Value Promo #1

The Dank Files: Episode 9 - YouTube

Hola amigos! And welcome to another episode of my video blog that I call… the Dank Files! On the one and only YouTube, for all the fans of Tijuana’s Finest Strain and the BEST luchador ever to step foot in EAW, your boy, Piff Fumador. And all I have to say is this:

My journey was one where the path was anything but linear….

I’m a loose cannon; a calculated fighter with a lust for glory….

And I’m here to get what’s mine, as an unstoppable force to behold in the victory of war…

PPPPPPPFFFFFFTTTTT HAHAHA SHUT THE FUCK UP ALL YOU LAME PUTOS! Ay dios mio, I’m losing my mind listening to all the crapola coming from all these gringos in the shock collar battle royal. Everyone these days talks like a dios-damn James Bond villain or something; giving these long, and I mean LONG monologues crying about how much they deserve to win this battle royal. And about how no one has a chance against, ‘insert wrestler name here’, in the battle royal; it’s all the same from all the Nick Angels, Carson Ramsays and Jay Omens of the world – It honestly upsets Piff with how much you all try to distinguish yourselves as better than everyone else, when the ironico facto is you’re all painfully identical. Everyone’s so serious these days, I mean look at me; I’m just kicking back here in my house in Tijuana, smoking on a blunt of some sticky icky icky fresh from Columbia, a nice lil’ number called ‘Sweet Dreams’. Google it, it’s a thing amigos, and it’s also quite fitting seeing as it’ll be ‘Sweet Dreams’ to all hombres getting taken out by my 420 Splash in the middle of the ring at Shock Value! Like I said last week, it’s not my sole purpose on earth to be a main eventer, all these other gringos in the battle royal are so insecure about their spot in EAW, but there’s more to life… There’s weed and doritos you know?! BOOYAH! But in all seriousness, it’s a lot more enjoyable kicking back with a spliffy of the dank stuff when you have a world championship around your waist. Because of this your boy Piff Fumador will be giving 100% at Shock Value… Actually scratch that, your boy Piff Fumador will be giving 420% at Shock Value! VIVA LA VIDA LOCO! But lets actually talk about all the other hombres in this match, esé. Not in the way where I moan and complain about how much more grande I am than everyone, but just to think and ponder, just like when you research what weed you’re buying an oz. of, I’m researching my opponents… Like Biggie Smalls once rapped: “If you don’t know, now you know… uh, amigo?”

Well the most obvious people to talk about would be the Royale Family, because dang all three of them are in the match! They’re not too be taken ligero either, esé, because apparently they’re from a big family that spans back decades; built of respectable fighters that are fierce when against an opponent. Not only does Bobby Lee, Galveston and Jameson’s family span back to Oscar Wayne Royale – There’s way more to their heritage than those gringos. There’s Big Jim, Little Jim, Slim Jim, Jimmy Joe Jack, Uncle Cletus, Aunt Cletus, Grandma Bob with the saggy tits and many more rednecks that have eaten more chicken fried steaks than I’ve smoked joints! Er actually no that’s probably not true, I’m all about that chronic, and ay dios does a chicken fried steak sound bueno right now… wait, what was I talking about again? Oh yeah the Royale’s… Especially Jameson, he seems to be the most grande of the family in terms of a fighter. He comes across as a ‘what you see is what you get’ type of man, which is definitely admirable, homie. You call a spade a spade, or a spliff a spliff. However, the Royales could be a problemo for Piff - what if they work as a team through the match and it ends up with me against all of them at once? I’m gonna have to hit one with a quick Kush Coma, BANG! The other with a lethal DDTHC, DANK! And then the last one with a 420 Splash, ARRIBA! The Royales will all be ones to look out for and hard to take down, but Tijuana’s Finest Strain will try to flip and whip circles around them in the ring. Oh wait, if the Royale’s try to team up in the match, they’ll be coming up against the Piff & Landerson Experience! Ay dios mio I completely forgot my boy Landerson is in the match. Royales, you might still have the numbers advantage, but know that Landerson will have my back and I’ll have his, so beware of LANDERPIFF! Everyone will be underestimating The Piff & Landerson Experience, but just know that we are gonna be the biggest tag team of 2016… Unless obviously I win this match, in which case your boy Piff Fumador will be the Answers World Champion before 2016… So who else, Jay Omen?! The Franchise Dick-cheese, when will you ever get the picture, amigo? We’ve faced twice before, and your boy Piff got the pin in both matches! Good luck to you Omen, try your best, but don’t come to me in the match or I’ll knock you on your ass again, hombre. And that’s a fact, Jack, because once I have a bong hit of some super lemon haze before the match, I’m gonna be more electrifying than the shock collars around all our necks.

What about Nick Angelo, esé? Oh yeah, Angel, but I’m Mexican you know so to me your name is Angelo. This gringo is all about entitlement; he can’t stop trying to blow his own dick about how much more experienced he is than all of us in this match. But honestly, homie, what is experience when you’re facing a whole new set of opponents? Angelo, when have you ever come up again Tijuana’s Finest Strain? The master of the 420 Splash? Well, on Sunday you will be, and if you try to take down Piff you’ll get eaten up like the Taco Bell I had before I filmed this video blog. OH MY GOD CRUNCHWRAP SUPREMES ARE BOSS! But honestly hombre, you’re underestimating everyone in this match a little too much, and it might come to bite you on the ass… Or should I say shock you on the ass? Actually no that sounds weird. Angelo you should think less about Hades, Oasis and Dubian; actually think about who you’ll have to beat to have a chance against one of them. And if it comes down to you and Piff, know I won’t be holding anything back, my eyes will be red and mind will be focused. Hell, Angelo didn’t even mention my name when talking about the match, and that’s cool I’m not the bitter type, if anything it’s good because it’ll surprise him when he gets hit with a DDTHC! VIVA LA VIDA LOCO! Clark Duncan on the other hand, I like this amigo, he seems like a cool guy who I’m always open to smoking with – if he’s into the dank stuff. The dude’s the New Breed Champion, which is something to take note off for sure, he has the cajones to go toe on toe with the best in EAW. But who doesn’t? I’m here and I’m ready to prove myself as not only the best luchador in EAW, but also the number one contender for the Answers World Championship. And Clark Dank-an, knows this, which I appreciate. Unlike Angelo, Carson and the Royales he actually doesn’t underestimate Tijuana’s Finest Strain, and he’s overall a pretty funny guy. But like what I said about Angelo, credentials really don’t mean much when you’re facing a bunch of hombres you’ve never met in the ring before. Who cares if you’ve had matches against Mr. DEDEDE or Y2Impact? No one in EAW is anything like Piff Fumador and you’ll be facing the greatest luchador in the history of the Elite. I just like to have fun, chill out, smoke grass and kick ass – Which sounds a lot like Clark, maybe other than the smoking grass part, but he doesn’t know what he’s missing.

And Gordon Ramsay is in this match? No way the British chef gringo? Oh wait, no It’s just Carson Ramsay… AY DIOS MIO! This guy grates against Piff, everything he says is like he’s reading from a novel or some shit. Just talk like a normal person rather than some over dramatic puto, damn it’s so annoying and I literally start to fall asleep as soon as you open your mouth… And that’s not from the weed, I assure you, esé! Stop the drama for one minute Ramsay, sit back, relax and have a nice smoke – It’ll stop you from acting like a total bitch for once in your life. You say you thrive on defeats? Well no problem, hombre, because Piff Fumador is more than happy to hit you with a Kush Coma and send you over the top rope if that’s what you want? It’s your call, bud, oh man bud is what I need right now. I finished that blunt when I was talking about the Royale Family! Piff needs more green… I guess while I roll I’ll talk about the Average Gatsby, who actually seems pretty cool to Piff. He has an upper class background rich in wrestling history, which makes him ironically the ‘anti-Royale’, which is pretty funny actually. I respect the homie for trying to be humble in a sea of wrestlers who do nothing but DRAMATICALLY shake their own maracas about how great they are… We’re actually pretty similar in that way, we just like to believe in ourselves and not underestimate anyone; and like Gatsby said, he might be new to EAW but he’s definitely not knew to wrestling. He could definitely be a contender to win this, no matter how much Nick Angelo and Carson Ramsay will tell you to believe otherwise. Those guys, while I don’t wanna underestimate anyone, do seem like the biggest threats to Piff in the match. With guys like Valiente Wyvern and Warrior V1 in the match who I’ve beaten with ease in the past, it is easy to think they won’t be a challengo, but I can’t go in with that mentality – Anyone in theory can throw someone over the top rope right, esé? Just like me, Piff Fumador… The hombre EVERYONE seems to be underestimating, the amigo NOONE seems to be talking about as a contender for this match, IF AT ALL?!?!

Amongst all these putos like Carson, Omen and Angelo; none of them have even mentioned me being an opponent in this match, which upsets Piff to the grande. Who’s to say Tijuana’s Finest Strain can’t win this match and contend for the Answers World Championship? Apparently all these guys, but at Shock Value maybe all of these gringos will be SHOCKED when lighting strikes in the form of EAW’s greatest luchador! Just like LL Cool J once said – “I’m going insane, starting the hurricane, releasing pain, letting you know that you can’t gain, I maintain, unless you say my name!” and come Shock Value, the ring announcer w will say… AND THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH… PIFFFFFF FFFFFUUUUUMMMMADORRRRRR! Not because I’m ‘sooooo much better’ than all my opponents, but because I’ll have the power of the Mary Jane in my system. And when I’m this high, the sky truly is the limit. But there seems to be a lot of non-believers out there to Piff being able to win this and become a contender for a world title, why though, esé? Is it because in EAW no one can be a main eventer unless they’re a brooding and troubled soul that can only be satisfied with the glooooory of a world title? You’re telling me Piff Fumador can’t win at Shock Value because he has a smile on his face coming down to the ring? And when he’s not wrestling he likes to kick back with an oz. of OG Kush, a Chipotle burrito and watch old episodes of Ed, Edd n Eddy?! I need to buck this trend of all these world title contenders and holders having a stick up their ass and being miserable and tormented bitches… Which is why it’d be completely lame-o if some puto like Carson Ramsay or Nick Angelo won at Shock Value; they’d just be continuing the tradition of these serious as fuck main eventers who think their shit doesn’t stinko! But for all you EAW fans who also want a change, EAW’s Finest Strain will be smoking up a fatty boombatty blunt of white rhino before he heads in the ring at Shock Value. Doing this my mind will truly be at one with my body in becoming the ultimate luchador, who’s sole purpose is to kick ass and smoke grass; which is exactly what I’m gonna do in the battle royal. There’ll be Kush Comas, DDTHCs and 420 Splashes being handed around the ring like free newspapers, holmes! And with the power of the green stuff in my lungs and brain, your boy Piff Fumador will be the guy to take down all the gringos in the match. But anyways I’ve just rolled this blunt so I’m gonna chill, have a smoke and play some EA Skate or some shit… Thank you for watching the Dank Files, my video blog on YouTube for all my fans out there. I’ve been your boy Piff Fumador, Tijuana’s Finest Strain and EAW’s greatest luchador! And all these homies in the battle royal better start thinking of Piff as a threat in this match, because believe me, I am gonna… BLAZE… YOU… UP...

You can examine the reasons why I am on the same planet as a cancerous creation known as Hexa-Gun but then again, I have a right to be on this planet. You could delve into the question of why I deserve to breathe the same as you but am I really the criminal here? Here is the problem you fall into, HBG. What right do you have to demand my existence shouldn’t be worth it when I have examined you to cause crimes of desolation, enough to warrant termination from this company? The Iconomy and Higher Power sacrificed their bodies alongside me for the same reason why I wish to remove you from existence. The fact that your goal of detracting them from my faith is pathetic because as emphasised in my preceding speech, this is the nature of Hexa-Gun. The fortunate thing about the teams that have partnered me is that they have common sense not to fall into the bait. Knowing your lack of knowledge, I can attempt the same method in creating friction that will disturb confidence in your team and I am probable in success due to how simply I can break your members. I have already done it to Drake and if Drake’s mentality can be disturbed, so can the rest of Hexa-Gun should I perform the best outcome.

You like the fish with bait? I do too.

I want the same visions as my partners. I don’t appoint myself as a spearhead of this little project to kill Hexa-Gun but I would like to be the one laughing the most if we do manage to pull a victory against your group. As much as the poison would be addicting to Higher Power and The Iconomy, I believe my hunger for termination addressed to Hexa-Gun is purer. Can you look at me with a straight face and tell me that you are not the villains of this situation? Look me in the eyes, with the straightest face you’ve ever pulled and admit you’re not the villain. By the time I listened to your words, I noticed you contradicted yourself by claiming there is nothing to deny about my words. But no man or woman who is logical will dismiss my comments because it doesn’t take a genius to understand that you and the rest of your group do nothing but produce toxic bullshit. Yes, this all did start from the attack you created on Voltage ‘two months ago’ and you say that like it is a pathetic reason to be a part of war. If I did that to Y2Impact or even you, I can expect that your group will start up a petition to get me fired from this company for intervening in a championship match because the level of your pathetic attitude is staggering. Not only that but ever since that attack, I placed focus on Hexa-Gun so I could try and progress a reason to why Hexa-Gun needs annihilation and guess what? That occasion was a greater opening than a severe wound. I stick to my promises when I insist retribution against a specific subject, so what did you expect when I said that Hexa-Gun wouldn’t hear the last of me. I never even admitted once that Hexa-Gun cost me the chance to become Pure Champion with the loss against J.D Damon, there you go again. Making this about yourself. I am sure you and your members assume the EAW stands for the Hexa-Gun show but here is something that’ll burst your bubble. EAW as a whole is NOT about you. No matter how many people you will take out, this company does not revolve around your dreadful existence. Actually, I knew there was a link between One Direction fans and Hexa-Gun. They think they are the most important people in the world and if they don’t get their own way, they will headhunt you until your life is near its end. They will clutch onto anything to make themselves known, so people, hear my words. If Hexa-Gun should lose this week, assume the #Cut4HexaGun trend to be popular on Twitter by next week. But keep up the “Liam is brainwashing two teams and the crowd to make this about himself” shit because at the end of the day, you can do your best to influence everyone into a false integrity but I believe we’ve noted that everyone who is not a member of Hexa-Gun have identified the line between common sense and stupidity so nice try but leave the manipulation to me when we take victory and my words and actions sends all of your members into a depressive phase, enough to grab the knife and cut across your own neck.

You know who else never stood a fighting chance to beat Y2Impact once upon a time ago? A particular Pure Champion who created an upset to Y2Impact that suddenly, influenced him into attacking him for no apparent reason other than to extract his despair onto Aren. Of course, you could bring up the fact that ever since my demise to Drastik at Midsummer Massacre of even House of Glass if you want to be picky, that I have never been the same. But let’s face it, if my fans were given the option to consume greed and become the biggest pussies in this company since Project E.G.O or to admit to decency and possibly fall off the wagon just a bit, I think they would rather choose the latter. At least that is the path I have chosen. Not that I consider loss to any opportunity that I am handed but I know I would find infinite success involved in a cheap mediocre advantage of the numbers game. There is a 50/50 chance of success in an impartial match but with that chance comes your chance for integrity and I believe I have shown that. Your statement of losing confidence because of Drastik makes no sense whatsoever but then again this is the same man who has been credited with numerous world championships and still feels the need to hide behind others to progress his career. Classy. Without confidence, I would also not have the nerve to confront Hexa-Gun with the faith I have shown recently. It is to no shock that HBG and Y2Impact, renowned athletes reduced to the tragic condition of cowards, have the gall to admit that Liam Catterson trembles. You’re supposed to be a revered legend of this company Impact and here you are, hiding behind men weaker than you because you cannot get it done by yourself anymore. You want to talk about confidence? How about winning a seventh world championship towards an equal champion without the support of your buddies. How about enlightening the crowd the example I beg for! It is NOT a hard request to achieve if you had the balls but you lost them a long time ago that I believe it is difficult to show the world your integrity anymore! So please do me a favour and be quiet about lecturing me about confidence because a man who hides behind his team-mates against the innocent is far below that level of confidence! There are so many names in the Hall of Fame I can confess that have the right to be there. But when I glance at your name, I have the heavy urge to petition a removal from that class until you show the world why you were once the greatest athlete in the world. Right now, you are the greatest pussy in the world and that is all you’ll ever be known for until you decide your career is better off listening to my words you love to reject.

The best thing I love about their reaction is the lack of pressure they are trying to impose on Higher Power. I will admit, I am not the most cultivated person in EAW and I know any educated man or woman can admit that my logic is greater by far compared to all contributing members of Hexa-Gun combined. It is as if their main intention is to chastise our choice just for laughs and I find no amount of logic that can account for their hysteria. Then again, I am aware that their actions are just to slander and break us but their attempts are numb and their projection of these actions are dull. I obviously saw something in Higher Power that resulted the necessity to have them aligned with my team. With their words, I laugh but I also become frustrated at the amount of hypocrisy, stupidity and corruption they send in their message. When this match meets its end, I only want one desire to become a reality. It doesn’t matter if I achieve this through a loss or victory but at the end of the day, I want to break Hexa-Gun. I want to kill Hexa-Gun. I want to make sure that the cracks have been exposed and that I had the higher ground all along. That will happen, even should I die trying. Dismiss our ambition for victory, it would only be the error of rookies to admit defeat before the bell has even begun but we may have a few surprises that will stun you and only elevate us. Maybe, just maybe, one of those surprises will see your failure everyone hopes for.

Jocelyn: The Laughing Place

“Where did big brother go?” Toby asked as he arranged the checkerboard to play with Lucy. Lucy was scanning the pieces herself, her mind wandering back and forth from the last time they had spoken to their older brother. It had been two days ago, and he had tucked them all in for sleep. He appeared distracted, as if he was thinking of something else, something in the darkness of his subconscious that had been bothering him. When they woke up he had left a note saying he was going for a ‘walk’ and that he would be back when he discovered what he was searching for. He also told them not to worry, because someone was coming to take care of them, someone that he said would be nice to them, and would always love and protect them, just like he would. He just had to talk to her. He just had to go the Laughing Place. Wherever the Laughing Place was. None of them knew. None of them had any idea, but they trusted him. The trust in their elder brother was all that was keeping them going. Jocelyn descended from the side of the stairs, dropping down next to all of them with a smile upon her face as she held a black book tight in her hands.

“You don’t know what the Laughing Place is? It’s the place where Brother’s dreams are from. The dream weaver is there. She is the only one that he is happy to call...well..you’ll see. He’s going to talk to her. She’s been waiting for him, sending him messages in the dreams and in her whispers. He can’t ignore them anymore.” she explained as she opened the black book and began to read it. Nevaeh slowly walked out from the corner that she had been sitting in, curling herself onto Jocelyn’s lap and reading the book as well silently. Toby and Lucy both looked over to Jocelyn to listen before nodding in satisfaction and looking down at their checker pieces.

Eclipse couldn’t recall how long he had been digging into the dirt. The pile of mud that had been left behind him was just growing larger and larger, but he knew that his journey was nearly over. Six feet of mud piled behind him, and the downpour of rain that been pouring down upon him. Rain. Tears of angels, sometimes they were called. God’s wrath pouring down. Eclipse knew what they were to him however. Lamentations. The songs of the forgotten children that he couldn’t rescue, singing in the choir of she who wears bones upon her dress. He continued to dig, because she had told him too. She had whispered this to him, as he was tucking his family in for their slumber. He jammed the shovel into the mud once more before his eyes widened as he felt it strike against wood. With a slow inhale of breath he threw the shovel aside, slamming his hands into the mud and swiping it away as he gazed at the rotten wood that had once been a beautiful coffin.

He ran his hands gently along the wood, before his fingers pierced through the holes in it and tore away the top part of the lid. He gazed down as the lightning raced across the sky, illuminating the face that stared back up at him. He knew that his reality was warped from others. That the face he saw was rotted, it’s teeth gone, the gums rotting, and the hair just wisps of grey. He saw something different. A beautiful woman, her cheeks full and vibrant with life, bottom teeth slightly crooked, and sunset red hair. He ran his hands along the face, almost able to feel breath between the gums before he set to work. He grasped at the skull, tearing it away from the body with a sickening snap as he closed his eyes to the storm for the first time.
The Laughing Place held laughter only for the one who remained there. She was it’s caretaker. She went by many names...Noppera-Bo, Kuchisake, Baba-Yaga, Bloody Mary. She had two names that she always preferred. Dream Weaver and Mother of Many Children. Her spindly hands continued to weave the yarn, round and round. She hummed to herself, in a voice that was raspy and seemingly felt from all around the room. The sound of the rain outside brought her attention towards the door, and she turned her head, sightlessly looking towards the door. The door closed and the scent of the boy she had once nurtured raced back to her and she turned her entire body back to the process of sewing, ignoring his arrival for now. He would know what to do.

Eclipse felt invaded in this place. All around him, porcelain dolls looked at him from every corner. The sound of thousands of clocks all chiming pounding in his ear drums. The gentle scratching of the sewing needle running along calloused fingers. A woman he had mistakenly identified as Mother. She was not the mother he wanted, or desired. She had the means of this though. He looked around the room, trying to remind himself that he had to do this, that the whispers wouldn’t cease if he didn’t. He turned himself now, to face her. Her body was spider like, in almost every regard. Spindly, with pale arms and legs. Her black hair cascaded along the sides of her head, exposing her face for him to see. A face that he could never forget. Eyes hidden behind stretched skin, that covered all but her mouth. A slit in the blank mask with jagged, cracked teeth stained with blood and grime. A hideous creature that none could ever believe to be human, but he knew the truth. She was more than a human...but still the same as one. A creature superior to him. With a deep exhale he placed the head upon the table beside her cloth, his eyes drawn to its empty soulless eyes. Eyes that he remembered used to be vibrant green and beautiful.

“You told me that you would never do this deed, boy.” she rasped to him, her black tongue running against the sharp teeth as she ceased her sewing and turned her face towards him, moving her spindly body towards the head as she placed her long fingers along the sides of it, turning it to face her. Eclipse remained silent, the smell of the room making him sick to his stomach as he watched her examining before he clenched his teeth.
“I face a group that is more dangerous than you could imagine...they are making me think of things that...I never thought I would ever think of again. I need them gone...but I need someone to...make the whispers louder. She has to come back. I’m telling you to do this because I no longer have a choice.” he growled, turning to face the dolls that had seemed to loom ever closer towards him. Their porcelain bodies twisting and writhing closer and closer, voiceless mouths open, soulless eyes gazing into his soul.

“You ask a lot of me boy. When you left my care, your hands were merely wet with the blood of those I told you to kill...now they are stained deep with many souls. You can never turn back from this decision.” she told him. Eclipse glared at her now, a fire alight in his deep black eyes as he moved towards her and grasped at her sewing, tossing it aside. She reached her own hands out, her long spindly fingers held fast to his neck as she hissed into his face. Yet he gave her no sign of reaction, only a blank stare back as if in annoyance before she let go, a smile splitting her face. “Very well...I think you are finally ready.” she rasped as she picked up the head.

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Jocelyn shook her head as she looked up towards the house in front of her. Large, with beautiful paint. She held an assortment of flowers in her hand as well as a note as she rocked back and forth on her heels before clearing her throat. With a few quick movements she walked towards the door, pausing just a ways before it so that she could speak, as the smile never left her face.

“Hexagun. You are going to be facing my big brother along with the group that he decided to ally himself with to fight you all. Normally he would talk to you himself but he isn’t here right now, so I’ll do what the whispers have been telling me to do. The whispers never lied to me. They said he would come back, and he came back. They said he would protect me, and he has. They said that he would build a family for us, and he has. Now, he is going to topple all of you. From the tower that you all have built, on a castle of victories. The thing about castles is...in the fairy tales he reads to me...they all come crumbling down. Hexagun, you don’t scare my brother at all. In fact, if anything, you make him happier. I haven’t seen him smile so much as when he talks about experiencing cutting you all open one by one. He laughs whenever he talks about finally burying his fist into each of your skills. He sings us to sleep with stories of how he will break each and every one of your rib cages.

I’m not ignorant. I know what match that he will be going through to fight you all. He is going through an extreme rules match, and that has made you all think that he is going to be ill prepared to fight you all. That he doesn’t know how to fight someone in extreme rules. If that was the case...ask Brody. My brother drove spikes through his knee caps because he wanted to end him because he viewed him as a false monster...what do you think he’ll be willing to do to people that he desires to kill? You all taunt him, poke him, make fun of him, and yet in the end it’s clear why. Isn’t he the larger threat in this entire group? No disrespect to JJ, Liam, and the Higher Powers, but in the end Hexagun who is it that you all believe is the biggest threat in this match? It’s the person that you all haven’t pinned. The man that knocked down your giant, Luzmala. The one that drives HBG insane, and the one that epitomizes Voltage as the most dangerous show in existence. My big brother. Eclipse. Diemos. You all don’t understand how far you have pushed him to make the decisions that he is making, so I’m more than happy to say, that when he comes back, he will be much different. He will not have hesitation in his actions, and he will not show mercy to you when you are begging for your life. When your blood is falling from your wounds, you will not beg for mercy at all. You will instead plead for death.

My brother isn’t a fool. He isn’t afraid, and he isn’t going to back down from all of you. Even if it were just him in this match he would rush in to do this by himself. He desires this combat, he worships the idea of partaking in it, and you all are willing to give it to him. Perhaps...that makes you good people. You are willing to march like sheep into the slaughter. Confidence? Arrogance? One way or the other, it will prove to be your downfall. Brother has a gift for you all...and his family are more than happy to deliver it to you. So just wait till Shock Value...because it is going to be beautiful.”
As she finishes she places the flowers on the doorstep. Her eyes scan them, rearranging them slightly so that they look better before she places the note just in front of them before reading the doorbell. With that she turns and races away, zooming past the home. It's address 1010 Tennyson Drive. Dallas, Texas. The note simply reads: “She’s coming.”

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What has Liam Catterson done to even deserve to breathe the same air as Hexa-gun?

Why are The Iconomy and The Higher Power placing this much trust in him?

HBG: Have you lost your mind? I mean, I'd understand if The Iconomy's members have outdone themselves in making terrible decisions in their time in EAW, but The Higher Power -- why do you do this? Why do you act like you care about this war, that it's actually worth it for you guys to butt your heads where they don't belong? You have a whole career ahead of you! You could be future Tag Team Champions, future World Champions... Future Hall of Famers, and you've thrown all that away when you placed your confidence in Liam Catterson, the man who hides under his tough exterior and mundane preachings only to leech off the names of up-and-coming stars to keep himself relevant. You decided to take the stage and go against the most dominant force in EAW today, when you know damn well that those who tried to "kill" us, those who had the nerve to attempt to up their reputation with their involvement in this war, have suffered the most humiliating defeat of their careers and are now forced to go back to square one lurking in the shadows waiting for their time to shine. Yet, here you are still. You continue to turn the other cheek and pretend that they didn't happen. You continue to listen to this ignoramus who gives you false hope, and tells you that there's a rainbow after the rain when it's been clear that it's only the beginning of the storm. He is a buzzing insect. An infectious parasite. A waste of time and a waste of space. And the mere fact that you idiots are in awe of his pretty-boy speeches and all of the lies he's fed you, thinking for one second that he's doing this because he cares about the situation of this company, when it's plain to see that the purpose is for no other benefit than his own, is just beyond me. Do you think that Liam Catterson would actually listen and entertain your goals in good faith, that he'd aspire toward your ambitions without an ulterior motive that somehow puts him at the center of everything yet again? Do you think he's going to be there standing with you when you're on the verge of another demoralizing defeat? Who's to say that he won't be grabbing his sledgehammer and walking out of the match when the going gets tough and just leave you out there to be fed to us?

For once, I implore you, just listen to me, Higher Power.

Listen to the Heart Break Gal. Listen to Y2Impact. And listen to Hexa-gun. Did you know that we have been an unbreakable alliance since the day we brought our guns to this company? Did you know that there have been no minor setbacks that led to relevant losses, nothing that's made us quake in our boots or shake in fear, nothing that's managed to make us question ourselves? Did you know that we DO NOT THROW OUR MEMBERS OUT like trash unless they genuinely are unable to compete, bless you David X, unlike how JJ Silva threw out Cailin Dillon and shamelessly neglected Chris Elite, only because he needed people to blame for The Iconomy not appearing stronger when he obviously hasn't looked in the mirror to see the REAL problem in their team? Hell, if you don't want to listen to us, just try and relive this past few months, relive every single FPV that we dominated in, as we go forth and be one step closer to our goals... Listen to the suffering of our foes as they were unfortunate enough to be at the receiving end of our finishing maneuvers. Listen to the commentators giving us the glorious praise that we truly deserve. Listen to the roaring crowd who were shaken by our dominance and were left in awe because we followed through with our words by delivering and continuing to deliver, never once experiencing any devastating or gut-wrenching failure. You're the good guys from Voltage who were just dragged into this mess, Gabriel Eden and Daniel Marshall, and you want to do the right thing to help make this company a better fighting environment where competition only gets stronger. Show us that you stay true to your intentions -- help us purge the filth and rot and shit in the names and likenesses of The Iconomy and Liam Catterson from the ring and make damn sure they are unable to compete again. I am not asking you to work with us or assist us. I am not asking you to join this war. I just want to instill these facts into your mind to make you aware of this situation you're in and proceed accordingly, but right now, you are choosing the wrong team to fight for. I just want you to back the fuck off and not get involved, instead show your goddamn support and throw away the idea and desire to make a name for yourself at our expense, because if you were smart, you'd know it isn't going to happen, and you're nothing but a damn number on our list.

We are not the villains of this situation. That's just what insecure shits like Liam Catterson and JJ Silva would like you to believe because they have nothing else going for them in their pathetic careers, and all they can do is find people to be angry at, find tag teams and groups they can blame for their misery when we all know that they're the ones responsible for their own losses and failures. This is their cry for attention. This is their last resort. Because they, as individuals, believe they have something to prove to this world and that their run in this company won't forever be filled with eternally unfinished business and moral victories knowing it will hurt their pride if they can't rectify those mistakes. Take Liam Catterson for example. He thinks that he has a bone to pick with Hexa-gun because we cost him his Pure Championship match, what, two months ago on a random Voltage show? It was a match that nobody even wanted to see for a main event. It was a match where Y2Impact saw the best opportunity to get back at Aren Mstslav, and take his Pure Championship. Liam Catterson wasn't even a part of the story. He wasn't even supposed to be involved, he was a casualty of the circumstances he was dumb enough to put himself in, we expected him to just buzz off and accept the fact that smaller sacrifices should be made in order to settle bigger scores, but he couldn't do that for us. He couldn't let it go, and pretty much like what he's done before, he's now putting himself in situations where he is not needed because he wants to prove to the world that this is not the end of the line for him. He went on that Pure Tournament finals, he lost to JD Damon... Was Hexa-gun still to blame for that? NEVER! But Liam Catterson surely thinks so! Liam Catterson banded with the Iconomy! Liam Catterson wants to join the rally for his rights as a competitor by pointing out our flaws! He wants to give these fans something to think deeply about when the fact is, they have already fallen asleep upon hearing the first sentence in his dumb speech! Yes, Liam, we find strength in numbers. Yes, Liam, we are unstoppable. Most of the things Liam Catterson said that weren't so obvious, I find true, because really, what is there to deny? But the problem is, you like to add your own version of history to support what your delusions have been telling you, and I thought Diemos was the only one who hallucinates! Stop acting like some goody-two-shoes, Liam, because everyone can see where your intentions truly lie. Your members might have been brainwashed, they couldn't find sense in logic anymore because they have finally found the map that would lead them to the treasure chest buried deep within the dirt, even when they know it's just a fucking myth. But Hexa-gun members -- Drake Jaeger, Tiberius Jones, Luzmala, The Burned Man, Y2Impact and I -- individually have all the resources, all the strength and all the talent to overpower them and release them from the illusion you've put before them. We do find strength in numbers, Liam, but you are underestimating the fact that we are likened to soldiers who could precisely shoot guns to their targets with such fury for a reason, and that we have won significantly more than we lost be it as singles competitors, or as teammates. And in the end, once you get defeated, once you get humiliated, The Iconomy and The Higher Power would be too preoccupied blaming you for yet another failure YOU set up for them, more than you and JJ have ever blamed Hexa-gun for anything that's happened in your useless existence.

You've done it, Diemos. You've really done it. I bet you're pretty proud of yourself as you stepped in that ring with your so-called savior Liam Catterson and said all the beautiful things that they told you to say. You have made it your purpose to "dissect" Hexa-gun, expose their weaknesses, and Liam was there to guide you through the way even with the lone fact that you don't even know half the things you're referencing. They just made sense in your mind, didn't they? They just felt good to say as when they were good to hear. I mean, isn't that human nature? If you're a poor man living every single day of his miserable life with nothing to lose, trying to squeeze six dollars to last a three-day meal, and a man in a suit walks up to you and gives you something edible, all the qualities -- the taste, the sweetness, the extravagance -- would be the last thing on your mind because the important thing is, there's finally something to eat. You won't go hungry for the next few hours. You could walk a bit longer distance and maybe "work" for some cash as you sit on the sidewalk with your game face, begging for change to save your life for another day, and everyone else looks at you with disgust because you have no actual contribution to society and you ignore their little words and smile the pain anyway because they just don't understand how luck has left your side for the last time and it really can't be helped. Just like your stunt at Voltage, you are begging the faces in the crowd to look at you and see that you actually have tried working. That you have exerted what you believe is a significant enough effort to make a difference. That you have actually tried to reach your goals with your brothers, but luck just wasn't there to make it happen.

I pity you, Diemos. I pity the fact that you're a certain way one day, and another the next, it's like I'm supposed to be convinced that you conveniently developed yet another mental illness, possibly caused by repeated trauma to the head and the fact that you've just had enough, and you want to be the winner at least for once in your life. You are willing to play whatever cards you have left. You are willing to risk everything one more time and come face to face with Hexa-gun once more just to prove to the world that a man like you is right in his speculations and guesses, because they're the only things you have left after being proven wrong every single time. What I don't get with you Iconomy idiots is why you have various, seemingly incongruent goals as a team. JJ Silva says this group is designed to help the newcomers of this company to realize their goals without the legends and the known faces holding them back and keeping the spotlight for themselves. You say that you want to bring back extreme, when it's still a question why you even want to do so to begin with and why you're interested in helping this company, knowing that you've only been around for a few months to know its true nature. You have only been around scaring kids and pretending to be a monster when there are bigger, more savage beasts than you that you haven't experienced going through that would make you look like a scared, lost fucking puppy. You've been too busy staring at the small fire that you're so proud of creating to know that the competitors here have already set each other in far more explosive flames for longer than you can possibly imagine. Last Civil War, Mr. DEDEDE kept pointing out how Tiberius Jones, who has been here for over a year and has appreciated Extreme as the tradition of this company for a while now, and Drake Jaeger who has been known in other wrestling companies around the world to be a true hardcore fighter, couldn't possibly know the circumstances that this company kept behind the door when they decided to close it upon turning Elite. But it seems to me, Diemos, that you're a bigger wannabe than Mr. DEDEDE can ever claim my comrades to be. When the Iconomy came to Dyasty Wrestling, no one even knew that you were fighting for Extreme, nor did you make any statement emphasizing it as you have demonstrated in your matches, pretty much what Hexa-gun wasted no time doing. No one even thought that you actually knew anything about the traditions and the roots of this company, let alone how to wrestle without breaking your hip or getting badly injured or crying about yet another loss! Everyone thought that you're just goons who were angry about something and decided to band together in hopes those frustrations could be addressed when united. Everyone thought that you were just new breed wrestlers who were sick of being treated like shit. Now your vision and your goals have changed with the seasons, and each members have their own different stories they think are worth telling, which makes your team more scattered than it's been where there's no sense of bond or unity left... Can you blame anyone for calling you phonies? Can you blame me for questioning your motives?

Why can't you just admit that The Iconomy is not going anywhere with their cause, that they lack competent enough personnel to see this plan through until it comes to fruition, and we can call it a day and go home? Why do you try so hard to make this personal, when no one, not Hexa-gun, not these loving audience members, not any fans or critics, cares even a tiny, modest amount about what you're trying to reach?

Of course, like everyone else, you are looking for your fifteen minutes of fame. You just want the spotlight. You just want the glory. And I completely understand.

But don't get too brave, child. We've taken out bigger, stronger adversaries than you, and we're not about to start holding back now.

And at Shock Value, no different than the many times we've faced before where you found yourself at our mercy...

HEXA-GUN STILL WINS.

It has been painfully obvious throughout this entire "rivalry" -- I'm being EXTREMELY generous here -- that The Iconomy has never stood a fighting chance, they've been fighting a losing battle every step of the way! They're like Jose Canseco without the Home Runs -- all that really leaves is the strikeouts. It's gotten to the point where I've began wondering why any member of Hexa-gun has even bothered to entertain these goons. Scour through the furthest annals of EAW's wide-ranging, illustrious history -- to even have the opportunity to face any members in a group led by titans is a massive, yet unnecessary stroke to the egos of guys like JJ Silva, Eclipse Diemos, the conspicuously absent Chris Elite, and even Liam Catterson who once catapulted to the main event and successfully defended the Answers World Championship at Pain for Pride... But he's never quite been the same ever since that loss to Drastik at Midsummer Massacre a couple of years ago, has he? Aesthetically he's changed a bit, but he speaks in the same dialect, he talks to his adversaries in the same tones he always has, his style and mannerisms in the ring have remained largely unchanged... So what gives? Why does it still feel like Catterson is trying to swim ashore and save himself from drowning while his entire body is shackled and he's been virtually immobilized? Because Drastik destroyed his confidence! It's difficult to recover from a hard-fought championship loss after putting on a spectacle at Pain for Pride, and maybe everything that comes out of his mouth is the same, but he lacks the conviction in those words he once almost blindingly beamed with. Like the rest of The Iconomy he's been reduced to a loser! Equivalent to a second-rate Hollywood star performing on the sets of universally panned comedy movies in an effort to change his image! An uncredited background character in the movie that Hexa-gun has edited, produced, and written all by themselves! Because we're the stars of this fucking movie, the main characters around whom the entire plot is based, the Brad Pitt's, the Morgan Freeman's, the Tom Cruise's, the Leonardo Dicaprio's, the Batman's -- you guys are the pint-sized, down-on-their-luck underachievers, the Robin's, the guys who generate a buzz for a hot minute and lose it as quickly as Joseph Gordon-Levitt, the Youtube struggle rappers that finally get one of their creatively desolate songs to go viral, constantly pat themselves on the back in the weeks moving forward and foolishly rest on their laurels as if they've secured a stranglehold on fame, and are instantly forgotten in three months and destined to be spoken of only in passing dinner conversations in the context of, "Whatever happened to that guy?" -- you've all went out on a limb, you've exhausted every measure and every course of action for the sake of getting the audience to notice your movement, for the sake of being relevant in wrestling fans' lexicon, and in several respects you've dared to venture where few extremists ever have, you've successfully managed to be perceived as a legitimate threat despite the entire concept of The Iconomy being a glorified two-bit knockoff Hexa-gun... But even the most slippery of criminals eventually get apprehended, even those who think themselves untouchable like John Gotti or Pablo Escobar, drug lords and heist masters alike all fall to the unforgiving clutches of the law, and in our sanctuary of extreme, in Y2Impact's domain of hardcore, Hexa-gun IS the law! The Iconomy are the criminals, The Higher Power and Liam Catterson are accessories and accomplices to this crime you've all committed -- the blatant plagiarism and the unruly defiance toward your superiors -- while I am the judge, jury, and executioner; and in a matter of a few short days at Shock Value, the lot of you will be forced to kneel and beg for forgiveness as you confess to your transgressions, forever shaming your families for having to share in your surname... In front of the man who is going to sterilize you himself, the Four-Quadrant Killer... ME! And who am I? WHO AM I?

I am Superman; but in my universe, there is no kryptonite! Just a bold-faced figurehead named JJ Silva making a mockery of real leaders that laid the groundwork for this plot that he's failed to execute at every turn.

I am Batman; there is no Joker. Only a face-painted clown getting paid minimum wage to make a fool out of himself at the circus. Eclipse Diemos is no foil of mine.

I am The Flash; I have no equal, no opposite, no reverse! I'm always two steps ahead of the curve while the Chris Elite's of the world stay lagging behind

I am Alexander Hamilton, but there is no Aaron Burr in wrestling. I don't lose in a duel! You can't be faster than me on the draw. You can scratch my armor, helplessly flail away with your sword at my helmet, but your minor victories only create a pathway for a major defeat because you cannot bruise or break my body.

But most importantly, I'm Y2Impact, a man of many names throughout history, but also a warrior that never fails to stay standing at the end of a war -- and it's exactly this war The Iconomy has waged that I will gleefully put a premature end to with one foul swoop as I crush them and their allies. There's been a lot of confusion and disarray coming to the surface of late, and perhaps nothing more egregious than an instance on this past Voltage in which Eclipse Diemos blindly asserted that Hexa-gun is straying from their goal to revive extreme. We have no glory to seek that we don't attain on our own merits, but nonetheless I readily admit the lines have been blurred and our ambitions have been muddled by the propaganda-spewing Iconomy among our many other clueless detractors, so allow me to crystallize these conundrums; nobody in Hexa-gun needs to glamorize themselves or use a movement as a guise to leverage themselves into stardom. The fact of the matter is that most of us have already achieved it, even the new blood that have championed our philosophy of extreme despite just entering the fray within the past few months like Drake Jaeger and Luzmala have already gained recognition that bottom-feeding, shit-tier talent like Thomas Minns, Brett Kennedy, Jay Omen, Chris Elite, El Landerson, and Valentine Wyvern will spend the rest of their unremarkable careers desperately pining for. So, a "vehicle for selfish gain?," "using strength in numbers as a way to satisfy our own frivolous needs?" Frivolous, you say? We don't need to prove that all of our members can succeed on their own merits, they've already accomplished that and they've effortlessly shined in every opportunity they've gotten, they've conquered every obstacle and passed every test thrown at them with flying colors, and still you backwards-thinking stragglers defy logic and foam at the mouth, blabbering like a broken fucking record about how your guarantee to make good on your promise to "cleanse" EAW is somehow more sincere than our conviction to revitalize the backbone on which EAW stood up so straightly for years, the foundation known as "extreme." That foundation ensures every extremist has to embody what it meant to be hardcore inside that ring, it forced them to put their money where their mouth was and fight as passionately and fervently as they talked trash. Do you realize that bogus claim is completely undermined by all logic and evidence pointing to the contrary? I just went through hell at House of Glass to defend these Tag Team Championships with the Heart Break Gal, I was superkicked while my mouth was packed with tacks and glass, and if it meant retaining these championships and hearing my theme music hit as The Mercenaries' hands were raised in victory, I would have happily bloodied my body and gladly struggled and clawed and inched just to stand upright and make my way to the doctors tending to my wounds backstage JUST to call myself a champion; and not only would I have done it again... I wouldn't have done it any other way. But because I'm not some flag-waving hypocrite with an agenda and a massive axe to grind, my efforts aren't "genuine," Hexa-gun is "straying too far from their goals," we're only seeking to "glorify our individual careers." There's more loopholes in that line of thought than Donald Trump trying to build a wall across the southern border, did that ever occur to you when you opened your mouths and slandered what you clearly lack the capability to understand? You'll see how "sincere" and "genuine" I am when Shock Value turns into The Hexa-gun Show and each of us demonstrate that initiative and that willingness to go into a match and immediately smell blood as soon as the bell sounds, to perfectly exhibit that there's no lengths we won't stoop to if it means showing all the detractors, skeptics, and pundits how extreme we really are... At your expense.

This vision of heaven, is it an honest vision? Or a path of deception?

You've been leading yourself to believe, that you LIVE FOR THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP. That you NEED the World Heavyweight Championship to fulfill some prophecy of yours. I don't think you see it as clearly as much as anyone else has, you've gone through multiple personality disorders, different drives with each given personality --- for what? What have you accomplished out of anything? If your purpose was to BE the World Heavyweight Champion... why did you lose it in the first place? WHY? Why was it that another man was able to one up you? It wasn't the first time that you prophesied yourself as being a godly figure, looking down upon the rivers, mountains, lands, that you'd like to believe you formed for the rest of the world. Wasn't it not so long ago, that you had a feint whisper, telling you false factors that would occur if you listened? I'm not shy of rehashing old legacies, and you've had one hell of a legacy when you became Methuselah, for the first time ever since Ares Vendetta embarrassed you. I guess that's just you, isn't it? You've become a blatant embarrassment to the populace that's known as Elite Answers Wrestling; you sought out to be a ruler, only turn into a feeble being that walks among the common folk as their equal. You've stooped so many levels since this company was taken out of your very grasp, and now you seek vengeance by attempting to win yourself another prized possession, one that will have little meaning to you. That's right, you don't have it in you to grip this, because what you crave to be --- I aspire to be even better. We both could go on and toot our own horns, we both could list our past accomplishments, failures, and what lies ahead for our futures, but I understand now. I can't par against a man with longevity being his favorable factor of his experience within this industry. I can't list the high count of elitists that you've gone through, I can't list the numerous accolades that you've earned. I can't do any of this, but you know the one thing I can do? I can make everything you've worked up to, I can make everything you've thrived to be --- leading all the way up to Shock Value, pointless. I've always been antagonized by guys like yourself, Mr. DEDEDE. I've lived a career, where the greatest of the greats, would persistently look down upon me and cast judgement. No longer, NO LONGER WILL I ENDURE THAT WRATH, NOT YOURS, NOT THEIRS. I've finally built myself onto a a level, where I'm completely content with my current status. I don't mean to beat the dead horse, but while you're feeling fresher than ever, I'm proving week in and week out why I'm currently the best World Champion this company has to offer. The day I won this championship, DEDEDE, is the day I knew I no longer had to remind everyone of my past, it's the present they should be worried about --- it's the present you should truly worry about. I've given Dynasty Wrestling their chance, their chance to redeem their lack of strength. And for what? For them to fail over and over again? I TRIED SO HARD, but they weren't offering me the best they had. CALL ME RUMPELSTILTSKIN, BECAUSE I SPUN STRING INTO GOLD, WHEN I WON THE DYNASTY WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP FROM ALEX ANDERSON. BUT I KEEP ASKING MYSELF, FOR WHAT? I wanted a challenge, since the day I first became World Heavyweight Champion... and you know what this company offered me first? KEVIN. DEVASTATION. It was nothing, they pitied me... and I pitied this company. I hopped off Dynasty Wrestling, I stopped giving them their numerous opportunities to come over to Voltage and grant them the same fortune I offered Dynasty Wrestling. And you know where I find myself now? FACING TWO MEN, TWO MEN WHO'S DISPLAYED NO TRUE ACT OF DESERVING.

I asked Jacob Senn this, and I'm going to ask the both of you this... what the either of you do to earn your spot in this High Voltage match? Huh? Do either of you have a logical explanation to that question? DO YOU? I don't want to hear the whole "I've done this, that, and this for this company" --- I've heard that same shtick from guys like you, Mr. DEDEDE for my entire career. I'm no God, I don't want to cast judgement down to others, but I will rightfully criticize their placement. It's laughable, really, that you mention the obvious "second fiddle" gag, that you dare even use such an insult against me, DEDEDE. How many times have you played second fiddle, DEDEDE? HOW MANY TIMES? You LOST THIS COMPANY TO AN ANARCHIST. YOU WERE HUMBLED BY NORMAN HELLION INSIDE A HELL IN A CELL, YOU WERE BETRAYED BY A MAN THAT'S APPARENTLY BENEATH YOU. YOU'VE GOING THROUGH MORE TRIALS THAN I HAVE IN THE ONE YEAR I SPENT CHASING AFTER DEVAN DUBIAN AND STARR STAN. I may have struggled then, but do you see where I'm at now? Can you say with a straight face that everything I did, the second fiddle, the man who was fed to a Cinderella story is that same man? I want you to recollect every memory from the day you lost everything you loved to Tyler Parker, I want you to go through every match, every obstacle, and lie through your teeth and tell me you're not easily comparable to what I was then. You pretend that you're no longer playing God in this company, you put on an act and believe it's reality. I've said it once, I'll say it again --- your dreams, this destiny, it's fantasy. It's all it'll ever be. This will be the closest you or your stray pup will ever get to my World Heavyweight Championship AGAIN. You don't roam far from the man that's become your vindictive enemy; you two share the same boat. BECAUSE ALL I EVER GET FROM THE EITHER OF YOU. IS THE SAME. OLD. SHIT. --- DIFFERENT. DAY. This more or less goes toward you, Savage. Yeah, call me a hypocrite, call me whatever you want, but everything you've said to either DEDEDE or myself. It hasn't changed, it's grown boring, I've grown tiresome of seeing you try to play rough with two Hall of Famers that are far our of your league. What in your right mind, makes you think that I'll be a causality in this petty war between you and Mr. DEDEDE? You're NOTHING. You're a man, pretending to be a grizzly bear, but has always been a cub --- nurtured, bathed, fed, by the paws of papa bear, Mr. DEDEDE. I respect Mr. DEDEDE, as crazed and deranged as he can be... he's a man that can be looked up to, by guys like you. It's disgusting to see GUYS LIKE YOU take advantage of it. But you know what, it's going to be perfectly fine. Everything will be perfectly fine, when not only do you have to feel the wrath of Brian Daniels, but you'll also spar against the madness that lurks inside the sadistic mind of; Mr. DEDEDE. I have no personal agenda against the either of you, you two however, were placed in the wrong place at the wrong time. I've vocally and physically proven that I'm not going to give this World Heavyweight Championship up for a long, LONG TIME. Mr. DEDEDE will not get his sixth, Ryan Savage won't get his first. While I might be between the angst of both of you, I still have the drive to be the very best that I can be. And what kind of man will I become if I lose now? Everything I've built up for, everything I've pursued in my "big comeback", it's expiration date isn't November 14th, 2015. It won't end there, I promise you that much. I've come too far, I've journeyed far too long. I can only accept one outcome; victory. If I am to be defeated, than I was never a man who's career is in what Mr. DEDEDE determined to be unimpressive. Then again, when have I ever stooped to the level of where I wanted to impress anyone? Why should I have to? IF ANYTHING. THE TWO OF YOU, YOU HAVE A LOT OF IMPRESSING TO DO, BECAUSE AS OF NOW --- NEITHER OF YOU IMPRESS ME. It may mean little to nothing, but it will. It will mean a whole lot when neither of you walk out with what you came in for, it's an ego cutter and I'm the knife. This ends one way, with the preparation of what the two of you have to say when you both succumb to what will be another setback in the almighty career of Mr. DEDDEE... and the lowly career of Ryan Savage.

Shock Value Promo #2 - I'm Still A Joke?

Disrespect...Carson Ramsay is disrespecting me?? Why would you disrespect your father mister Ramsay? Listen to me son, I ain't no joke anymore my son. I only call myself Daddy? You obviously don't know my background whatsoever...If you want to know about my sorrowful background I hope you listen loud and clear. When I was a little boy in elementary school my father and mother were both murdered right in front of my own eyes and upon hours during that time I covered my ears and closed my eyes as I began to scream and cry very loudly until authorities showed up to my house. After my parents passing myself and my older brother moved into foster care. Myself and my brother made the most of it but when my brother was in high school and I began middle school my brother was involved in a major car accident and died on impact. Until than, I lived in foster care alone until I was seventeen...sleepless nights, tears lost, no special holidays, no gifts to be opened on Christmas morning....nothing! Once I got released from foster care I got my own job and was working my ass off so I can release this inner anger inside me. And that's how I made it to where I am today, I may have ran my mouth a little to far in the beginning of my career but now I retire the great Alex Anderson, almost send former New Breed Champion Starkman to the hospital and I get treated with no respect and get treated like a joke still? You people need to realize we are in a dark era, this isn't The Franchise Demon no more this is "Father" Jay Omen. I am your father now and you people are all my sons and daughters....I demand RESPECT! And if you don't show me respect I'll easily show you what it's like to step into my shoes! But Carson there is one thing I like about you....their is one thing we have in common, we want to inflict pain on people and we want people to suffer. I like that about you Carson but let's see if you can bit more than you can chew in Las Vegas...

Clark Duncan claims he feels stupid when talking or being around someone like myself? Clark I've got some news for you buddy...you know that old saying "Don't judge a book by it's cover?" Yeah I would revisit that saying because maybe acting this way is a strategy for someone like myself. I could be distracting you for something you wouldn't see coming a mile away. Maybe that something is going to lay you out like a linebacker does to a quarterback in a matter of seconds...realize this Clark Duncan, my mind is like a cell. You claim your decisions is best for business? There is a reason why I am in this Shock Collar Battle Royal and in this Answers World Championship race for a reason my beautiful son. You think I treat EAW like a revolving door? If I treated EAW like a revolving door why the hell would I believe in Zack Crash so much? Don't insult my father because there is just one phone call away to my step father and Mr. Crash will fire your ass and also Mr. Ashten Cross off the land known as the land of the elite. It also seems all of a sudden Mr. Nick Angel has decided to ignore me? Did I finally land the crack in the middle and scare Nick Angel away or he 'doesn't want to waist his breath for someone like me?' Give me a break Angel...day by day....week by week....month by month...the pain still lays inside my body knowing I couldn't get the job done. The suffering for you ends and I'm going to finish what I started and let all the pain go away by terminate you from the face of the earth and become the number one contender for the Answers World Championship. I would say good luck....but luck is for chumps!

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