Erebus: This picture illustrates the serenity and peace one achieves in times of great triumph. After working to achieve moments like these, the triumph and the moment of glory is overwhelming. Knowing that your hard work or you accomplished what you desired to do is a feeling that everyone wants to experience. But these moments of triumph are often the first moments of ones fall from grace. Was this the case with you, Ashten? This moment when you first won the World Heavyweight Championship is one of the defining moments of your hall of fame career. But his win is also the birth of one of your greatest failures and humiliation. It's no secret that you are often ridiculed for very short time you held this championship. At that moment you began the descent that has brought you to your current sorrowful state. People criticized you for your short reign, but you boldly fought back. You were adamant to redeem yourself, and eventually you did. You ascended and accomplished something that very few in this company have. Your aspirations of redeeming yourself became an undeniable reality. You became a two time World Heavyweight Champion.



Erebus: The moment you defeated Captain Charisma at the fourth Grand Rampage was the moment you believed would be the defining moment of your career; the moment that proved that Ashten Cross was no joke. But what happened, Ashten? What happened that provoked you to transgress into the Zack Crash fearing, overly strict, fool of a Voltage General Manager that you are today? You lost the World Heavyweight Championship in an embarrassing time yet again. Your career became defined by your two short World Championship reigns, and at this point, I believe desire you had for redemption faded away as you accepted this as the truth. Your World Championship reigns weren't the worst or shortest this company has seen, but would I be wrong to assume that they resulted in fashions far different than what you had hoped or believed? I think this is why you eventually agreed to this match Ashten. My words pierced the fog that has clouded your judgement and gave you some revelation of truth. You realize that you were once in the position I am; an individual who aspires to achieve something. Though my aspirations are different than yours once were, they are still similar. I came to EAW to free it from the shackles that currently imprison it, then I found a prisoner within its confines in you. You were ridiculed for your World Championship Reigns, you were ridiculed for the way you faded away from this company as a wrestler, and now your being ridiculed weekly as a man of power. It must tear you apart. You try to hard to establish that you're helping this company, but nobody buys into what you say or believes you, just as they did when you lost your World Championships. You have been subconsciously trying to redeem yourself. Perhaps that's why your top priority since my debut in EAW has been to eradicate any trace of me from this company; because you think it's for the best. Do you see that it's not though? They're are individuals in this company and on Voltage that are trying to prove themselves or redeem themselves for their failures just as you once did, but you are attempting to prevent that because you fear they'll do what you didn't; keep fighting and persevere. You've continued to abide by the precedent that Zack Crash has set for you, even though it only continues to further doom the brand you think you're saving into further chaos. The light of you ever achieving true peace continues to diminish. But it's clear to me now, that the darkness I bring with me is your light in the darkness. At Shock Value, Ashten, when I officially debut in Elite Answers Wrestling and become an official resident of this company, Darkness will become your salvation.

You’re right Carson; I am arguably the most delusional person in this battle royal. “How can a man that is so arrogant that he address opponents he may not even face if he loses at Shock Value!”. While I may have stated more about the participants in the Answers World Championship, the fact remains the same Carson. There is no one more qualified than me to actually go up against the likes of Oasis, Hades and Devan Dubian and the fact that you didn’t dare to challenge my claim of being the better mismatch of any of the three is the first step that you’re not even qualified to be taken seriously as a threat. Out of all the things I’ve stated with someone that prides himself on being the representative of the “dark horse” brand, one would think that he would challenge my claim of being the biggest threat to either three of the match. After all, the “dark horse” brand is supposedly someone that is a workhorse, the man that is very dynamic and always tries to be innovative when it comes to addressing adversity but deep down Carson? You don’t represent the likes of Ryan Savages. You don’t represent the likes of Aren Mstislav. In fact, if I asked either of those two that if they have more in common with the likes of you instead of the likes of the vanguards of Mr. DEDEDEs they would immediately respond with two words: hell no. Deep down Carson, you are hardly ready to be in the main event scene not entirely because of your inexperience. Rather, you think you possess the confidence of going against a war-torn veteran like me but when the clock strikes? Your psychology collapses. This is the difference between the likes of you and guys you compare as darkhorses. You would like to think that you’re a whole lot like Ryan Savage but at least to me? Ryan Savage’s psychology doesn’t collapse whenever he goes against arguably two of the best talent EAW has to offer. What about you Carson at Voltage against me huh? When you went against me the past edition of Voltage, you had the opportunity to strip away much needed momentum from a veteran. You had the opportunity to assert your claim that you could go toe-to-toe against someone that represent the “Elite” mantra, exploit him and show him that he doesn’t even represent the Elite among Elites. Yet you didn’t. Your loss has nothing to do with inexperience, rather the fact that when you go up against a measuring stick like me? I’m already one step ahead of you if the name “Nick Angel” gets inside of your head for all the wrong reasons. But who am I to judge? After all when it’s all said and done you’re just trying to portray something that you are simply not. You hardly qualified to call yourself a dark horse until you defeat someone of my caliber. Yet more importantly Carson? You don’t have the audacity to further yourself as a talent to fully make your label as an elitist valid. All because of one thing: You never were and are an elitist. The only thing you are in my view is a new kid in the block whose hype is only magnify by indy-wrestling that think they can scout just as better as Clark Duncan. Granted you’re more talented than the average norm in our match Carson, but that isn’t my standard. Maybe for you, you would be happy to compare yourself to the likes of El Landerson but for me? My standard is being back to where I rightfully belong and deserve: elite status. 

And Carson might be onto something when he speaks of me being delusional. For so long, I have all the talent in the world to go up against anyone as my resume speaks for who I have defeated which includes current and former world champions along with a few hall of famers. I have won my fair share of glory although not the magnificent glory I aim to achieve. I haven’t even won a single match at Pain for Pride and I’m asking myself: why? For a guy that has been mentored and nurtured by highly regarded men in Tyler Parker and Hades, one would like to think that I have a much more impressive resume. Yet that isn’t the case. For all of my criticism, none has become so prevalent of what people often label me: an underachiever. And I’m asking myself why? Why have I underachieve so much with so much talent? There is only one answer, it’s because I once became delusional of subscribing to the belief that with hard work? I can win the world title. I once subscribe to the belief that maybe there’s a few people that share my sentiment that there is a right way to actually succeed to the top. I once subscribe to the belief that there’s an honorable way per say. Yet in this professional wrestling business? I never thought about guys who actually conspire against guys who were for such movement. I never thought about guys who actually hold a grudge against me. But more importantly? I was delusional in the belief that the guys I once aligned myself with were never interested in cementing their spot the honorable way. I deluded myself with a drunk that fell off the map after Pain for Pride and that is mostly because he was riding the coattails off of my deed. I deluded myself with a man that I once thought had many things in common with me but truthfully? He only used me to achieve an agenda he didn’t came close. There was nothing honorable in EAW during 2011 as it was filled with a bunch of egotistical pricks. I had the hope that after the Ronn’s regime was officially over; maybe EAW could turn out for the better. I had this sense of hope that when you cut off the head of the snake? The toxic of what goes behind the scenes more or less would be gradually wiped out. But I still remember Ronn’s cronies that remained in power that still hold grudge against me and I did things the hard way when I started all the way from the bottom all the way to the top. Yet I again share the sentiment there is an honorable way to be apart of the ideal promotion. Yet once again, the promotion was headed by an egotistical monster that was greedy about how to make his resume more impressive rather than care about being honorable in the wrestling profession. And once I came back to EAW? I never became prioritized by guys that conspired against me. 

Contrary to the elite mantra that few preach, the conspirators’ logic is hardly an improvement from the cronies that were in the Ronn’s regime. After all, explain to me why a second tier talent gets to main event the biggest stage there is if EAW is really true to the Elite mantra? And the conspirators make me more disgusted by having the likes of Clark Duncan being the New Breed Champion and abusing his executive power by promoting third tier opponents to have Clark more or less comfortable in the name of the conspirators. It makes me disgusted that Clark Duncan has the audacity to manage talent when in reality? He’s a fine example of what’s wrong with EAW and that is being a yes man in the name of conspirators who will probably used him and find another guy. Clark would like to think that he represents what’s best for business but honestly? As much as I can point out that what’s best for business is varied by all in this EAW, I can easily point out that the very men that Clark represents doesn’t care about Clark’s being. They just see Clark as another pawn in this game of chess. A talented pawn granted, but an incompetent pawn that can’t maneuver against guys who will actually dictate the terms of the war on his own power like me. You might be offended with my claim of you being a yes man Clark just because at first glance? You’re riding the coattails of guys who basically handed you success like a welfare state. But what if the guys don’t see you in that light months from now because they have other interests? The ride is all but over. Lastly, the conspirators are putting me back to square one and try to make me irrelevant as possible. But as much as the conspirators are trying to put a target in me with the entire third tier scrubs that Clark himself more or less is responsible for putting in Voltage with Clark trying to take the easy way out? The conspirators don’t understand me. The conspirators don’t understand that I no longer subscribe to the idea of idealism. The conspirators don’t understand that for once? There is only one guy that I can look after and instill my morals and beliefs upon and that is only me. And quite frankly, I’m content with being the lone wolf because I have a reality check. And thus a reality check I will spread upon with lightning speed at Shock Value.

 
[ Gatsby is shown backstage boxing with a punching bag, he notices the camera and faces it with his utmost concentration as an interviewer from EAW (lets call him Howard) begins to ask him some questions regarding the upcoming Shock Value ]


Gatsby: Evening there, so what’s all this about?


Howard: Gatsby last time we heard from you in the ring you seemed pretty confident about your victory at Shock Value, which in itself was very shocking, I must admit. I mean nobody thought you’d be a participant in the match!


Gatsby: Ha, yes, believe me I too had to verify it a few times before I could believe it, but ya know, good things happen to people who deserve it, or I wold guess so.


Howard: Well of course! Anyways since your last appearance, your opponents haven’t held back either. Do you have something to say to the other competitors who spoke about their stance on this grand match?


Gatsby:[scratches his head for a bit as if contemplating on what to say] Gee I really don’t know, these 14 men are tough as they come I tell ya. Not ONE of them I can really look down upon. I mean sure you’ve got some weirdos in there….but I’m sure they’re more than meets the eye. I don’t retract my statement that I made: these competitors are HUNGRY. Maybe the weight of the matter hasn’t set in. Maybe the EAW Universe doesn’t realize what is at hand here. This is a one-way ticket for a chance at the ANSWERS CHAMPION! A championship widely coveted by everyone in this industry. It’s more than just a title really, its something you can write your way into the Hall of Fame with! It’s a chance of a lifetime….and here are fourteen able-bodied competitors who have a shot at facing the champion FOR THE CHAMPIONSHIP! Chances like these don’t come very often and when they do [Gatsby lands a right hook on the punching bag] …you gotta seize it! Its something everyone in the locker room can one day dream of getting. And there have been guys, talented ones at that, who’ve been desperately waiting for the opportunity to have a shot at the champion. Yet here I am, barely a week into the company and am offered this match. Truth be told the fact that I even made it into that match…is an honor.


Howard: No doubt about it, only the best of the best make it to the top, and being offered an opportunity to be the best is certainly something to be proud of! But lets get into the juicy bits, as I like to call them….what are your comments on what some of the guys have spoken about you? Do you think, as Carson Ramsey put it, that you’re a “pawn”?


Gatsby: Howard my man, believe me when I say I have nothing ill to talk about these competitor’s. I’m honored to be mentioned in their fine talks, it really does elate me. But nevertheless I’m a fighter, and in this business words sometimes DO speak louder than actions. Hopefully they know to keep their guard up against someone like me, who’s fresh off the boat, as Clark Duncan put it. Yes Clark, I AM new, but I’m not new to a ring, and certainly not new to the sport. You bet I’ll be staying around for a long time, and if this place is gonna chew me and spit me out, then looks like I’ve got to give them something bigger to bite on. I love me some good advice, and I thank you for that. I look forward to facing an opponent of your caliber, alas 13 others might ruin this classical match! Ah I kid.


Howard: Gatsby do you think the fans here really wish to see you win this thing? Tell me is this something you picture doing in the future? Headlining a FPV against the champion?


Gatsby: Woah there! Getting a bit ahead of ourselves aren’t we? Howard I’m a realist! I know what I’m up against when I’m up against. But I know that if you aim for something you truly want to get your hands on…YOU WILL SUCCEED! The fans and I? We connect Howard! They get me, and I get them. In a way they and I are no different. We have high expectations in life, instead we get screwed by the top dogs. The people with POWER. But you see that is exactly why a guy like me exists, to topple that regime of 1%-ers to show them that WE can do whatever we want, all we need is the WILL to do it! [Fans can be heard cheering in the background] See? They love it, and that is what these people need, a chance to rely on someone who can carry them through the bullshit of always being offered the shorter end of the stick in life.


Howard: And you believe you are that guy?


Gatsby: Absolutely. That is one thing I can not and will not doubt. I am here for THEM! And something tells me they need a guy like me just as much.


Howard: Gatsby you still haven’t commented on what Ramsey said about you being a “pawn”…


Gatsby: Oh yes, foolish of me. Ramsey I know not how long you’ve been in this place, but I can guess a hell of a long time if you have the liberty of calling people around here ‘pawns’. See you’re exactly the guy that the EAW universe hates. A guy who sees no one as allies and everyone as pawns. If you’re gonna treat everyone in life like that, be sure that it really is a double-edged sword. Ever heard the story of “The boy who cried wolf”…..meh no need to look it up, just know that there might come a day when YOU are the pawn of someone else, or heck, maybe when you need someone to back you up…they may never care, after all they were your ‘pawn’ right? Surely a King, or Knight or whatever you label yourself to be can take care of yourself? I would hope so, for your own good really when you’re up against 14 other wrestlers. I don’t think you wanna be using the word pawn too lightly on such occasions. As for me being a pawn? That’s a good joke, I wish to laugh at it but I don’t, because it’s a very serious reality in this world. We were all pawns at some point in our life, some of us still are, but you best believe I am NOT one of them, and neither will I let you make pawns out of CREDIBLE wrestlers in this company. You are like that 1%-er who thinks the world is a game of chess. All I know is come this Shock Value it ain’t gonna be a game of chess, its gonna be a beatdown that will hopefully put some respect and sense into you.


Howard: OOH this looks like its gonna be one hell of a fight! So, I know you’re busy training and all, but last question…..what’s your game plan?


Gatsby: Hahaha, oh Howard you never fail to amuse me. Hey tell me does US President give away the country’s “game plan” at interviews?


Howard: Uh, no.


Gatsby: Haha, joking aside, its something you can never be prepared for. Me against 14 others, I can’t PLAN for this kind of thing ya know? So many variables, so many possibilities. Saying “May the best man win” is simply not enough. In my eyes I’m going against 14 best of the best this company has to offer….some less best than others [laughs]. If I’ve got anything going for me then it is the fighting spirit. I don’t give up, I fight till the end. And I guess to some people I am not a threat….but we’ve all heard this story a million times folks: The war rages on between two prevalent factions until they both tire out…..just so that a 3^rd, less known factions steals the victory. I may be fresh off the boat but if everyone is just gonna treat me like a nobody in the ring, then maybe it WILL be a nobody who ends up beating them.


Howard: Wow, God forbid that could happen, but you never know! 15 men battling it out, ANYTHING can happen this Shock Value!! But hey Gatsby, you’re not a nobody ya know that? You’re a ‘everybody’.


Gatsby: Everybody? Like I’m aver….oh….touché!



[ Gatsby continues to keep sparring with the punching bag in a good mood while the camera fades to EAW logo ]

TLA was here.

Monday Night Battleground Card: 11/16/15 Promo 1

Camera Pans up to Lumen laying on her sofa… she begins to sing (Sung to the tune of favourite things from the sound of music)… she has a surprisingly good singing voice that gets more angry as the song goes.…

Now Listen Haruna when we meet this weekend
Your title reign will come to an end
I know that it is a non title fight
But when I am finished you wont see the light

They’ll have to scrape you off of the mat
After I’ve pounded your head with a baseball bat
Made you scream and whimper wrapped in the Lightwell
Your tears and sadness are really quite swell.

The I will come, take your title
Leave you feeling sad
I simply remember my favourite things
Are making you feeeeeeeel bad

Lumen sits up and looks directly at the camera

Miss Sakazaki in your title Reign I have beaten you and it was only by pure luck last Saturday that you managed to score a lucky pinfall moments before the bell rung.

And now I would like my specialist title back where it belong… Now I realise that you only have to defend the title every 2 weeks so I get this week is going to be non-title… But after beating you this Saturday I look forward to fighting you in whatever crazy ass match you wanna construct. You say I am ready to fight at any time… damn right I am.
Recently in your little voodoo segment you played with some cards and said I was a lion… I am oddly ok with that… you say I am wounded… well true I may not have my title but as you well know a wounded lion is more dangerous. The shining light of the Vixens division has one thing in mind Miss Sakazaki and that is your title. Since the announcement of the Specialist title I always knew this was the title that would sit best around my waist… and let’s face it the one that involves the most heart.
It may surprise you to hear but I am actually happy that you won… you try so very hard and really do deserve a bit of success… but I am going to be the one that brings this little flirt with success crashing down around your toes.

But for the next few days I think I will be fully on Team Haruna… maybe we could make a tag team and call it “Light of the Rising Sun?” maybe we could tour Japan and England trying local dishes and having jovial social interaction…

There is an audible bark in the background.

What’s that Margot? You wanna be on team Haruna too?

Margot comes running in dressed in a cute Lion outfit.



Lumen picks Margot up and cuddles her…

Margot you silly billy… I am King of the Jungle remember… to be on team Haruna you must be a more appropriate animal…

Lumen takes Margot off camera

SOME TIME LATER APPEARS ON SCREEN (There is some audible dog barking)



much much better
Now where was I…?

So yes our reality TV show and budding Tag Team… you’re Jannetty by the way… no offense.
Ooh maybe we could do a video game review show on Youtube…

Or …

(Lumen voice changes to very serious)

I could just beat the living shit out of you, leave you lying face down in the ring in a pool of blood just begging to give me your title so you do not have to fight me again. And that’s ok I will happily take what is rightfully mine… But if you do choose to fight me twice… just be prepared because this time Miss Sakazaki there will be no roll ups… no sloppy pins… you will simply be out shone by the light of the Vixens Division and the future Specialist champion…

Camera fades

Is this trial and error in an attempt to find the perfect parts to a program that would defeat us, or is it desperation in the air?

Ever since the forces of Zack Crash were sonned by Hexa-gun, the people placed in front of us have become more erratic…….strange…….comical…….random. Now I know I throw you all off your game because I’m not a talent that can be placed in your periodic tables where you solve how to balance me, I’m the rogue element of EAW! I just didn’t know it would be this difficult for you people to come even close to solving this problem. I didn’t know we could tap dance upon your broken and severed bodies without so much as a dent in our supremacy. Look at you all, you’ve become embarrassing! You sent DCW after us? You make us face the Cages, who while perhaps are not related by blood are surely genetically related when it comes to the all too familiar big boys gone bust gene! Then all of a sudden Liam, Silva, and Eclipse trying to find two teammates pick up two nobodies out of the gutter to join them against us. What? Why were they even looking for two more partners in the first place? Was Chris Elite not good enough for the team? That’s pretty mean spirited by the Iconomy, leaving their boy out like that.

It’s like that middle school drama where you find out your boy isn’t really your boy because when it comes time to pick members of  sports teams you’re the last sucker standing against the wall embarrassed because you were the last kid anyone wanted, despite your boy being a captain.

They be like, fuck you Chris Elite, we’ll team with people who don’t even have anything to do with this rivalry. I’m surprised these cold blooded “partners” of his even allow him to appear on Dynasty Wrestling being referenced as “representing the Iconomy” considering they didn’t seem to have his back when we almost kicked his ass, on top of not even considering him as a choice for Shock Value.

Which just goes to show no matter how much these people question our motives, our bond, and our treatment of our sacred vow to bring back extreme, it’s like the crow trying to call any other beast black. I refuse to answer to accusations about us abusing our cause to bring back extreme for our own benefits like we’re the sellouts, not when said people would leave their own out to dry if they thought they could obtain greater success with a superior backing. Not that I particular know how any member of the Higher Power is better than Chris Elite. Speaking of the Higher Power, I refuse to acknowledge their purity and any form of divinity, not when they’re willing to join rank and file alongside men they themselves have known to be sinful in their past encounters.  Every word, every thought, disqualified! But don’t get too excited based on hearing that word my foes, I know how much you elite sympathizers adore the concept of ending matches in count outs, no contests and especially disqualifications. Don’t think you’ll be able to pull a Chris Elite and Team DCW, getting yourselves purposefully disqualified to end this contest. No, you won’t be able to get away with a disqualification loss like many have received when they refuse to take their beatings from Hexa-gun head on, and would prefer to lose in the only way that could retain them their pride! This is going to be extreme rules. This is how EAW should be, this is how epics are settled without question, were all the fights have true winners and true losers.

Because going back on trial and error, it is quite clear that elite has failed. Nothing of worth has been added to EAW with elite rules, all you did was subtract the fact that before every encounter in EAW could be expected to be settled legitimately. Nowadays people might pay to watch a show, only for their favorite match to end without a winner or some cheap closer because someone broke a rule.  Don’t forget who started all of this, it was Zack Crash, a man who doesn’t care about you, the EAW audience. The other wrestlers, especially Liam, might try to discredit our tactics, but at least we fight the forces of Zack Crash rather than sit idly by. Are we slightly radical? Do we push the envelope? Sure! Nobody has ever changed the world by being well behaved! We’re only giving you desire in your heart of hearts! The big FPV matches, especially the main events, are usually non elite rules because you people deep down LOVE extreme. Elimination Chambers, glass walls, Hell in a Cells, TLCs, you name it, and you crave it!  

Just like deep down, you crave Hexa-gun. Just like how deep down you want to get on your knees, and suck off on some Drake & Jones!

So whether it’s Showdown or Shock Value, just sit back and enjoy the show, because we’ll give you what you want without you needing to say a word! In the fashion only a debonair criminal mastermind like I can accomplish, I shall batter, humiliate, and swindle all my adversaries with style. You don’t need to feel bad any of these creeps, they get what they deserve for venturing in dark alleys that belong to the likes of me.  See they all lack a little respect for me, just because I’m not the most legendary name yet, and because I’m not biggest guy on the roster who can throw people around and use blunt force for every single thing. What they don’t understand is that a sleek sharp switchblade is more useful than any overgrown hammer, they don’t appreciate that having tricks up your sleeve is better than only having muscle alone. Perhaps they need a reminder, the last time Hexa-gun had a big match, I pinned Mr.DEDEDE. If I can get one over on him, I can get one over virtually anyone in this company. Even with faces like Liam Catterson and Diamond Cage around, there is no feat I cannot achieve.

A scenic montage of the beautiful Las Vegas, Nevada is shown on the screen. Images of the famous skyline featuring lit-up buildings are showcased. The nightlife is also mentioned as flurry of people are seen emerging in and out of casinos and night clubs. The scene transitions to Mary Dutton Park in Las Vegas. Tourists from all around the world are seen taking photos with their loved ones as the suns harsh rays hit their skin. Eris LeCava appears from the crowd with a soapbox in her arms. Eris places the soapbox right in front of a popular area of the park and steps on top.
 
Eris: Ehem! Ladies and gentlemen!
 
The crowd gives no reaction as they continue with their activities.
 
Eris: Excuse, females and gents!
 
Eris grows increasingly impatient and decides to whistle. Suddenly the people stop and Eris finally gathers their attention. A happy, energetic Eris begins to speak.
 
Eris: Thank you all for your time. I am a not a Las Vegas local which may resonate with a lot of you who are in fact tourists. I am a wrestler who is currently touring around the United States with a company called E A W.
 
Man from the crowd: Is that some foreign strip joint? I swear I saw the poster that said “EAW’s whores” and I’m trying to see if that’s the same?!
 
Eris: Uh, I think that’s another thing from way back, however people please! Let’s not lose our focus here! As I was saying, this weekend we’re going to have an annual event titled “Shock Value!” You may noticed some low electricity around your households, but do not fret! We’re just going to use A LOT of it! Just wanted to give a public service announcement to let you all know of our event. Oh! I forgot to mention, I myself have a match for that event! I actually have a shot for the Vixen’s title, no biggie or anything. (Eris giggles) See you all there! Tickets can be purchased at doors or online!
 
Eris begins to get down from her soapbox as a young girl, around the age of 13, wearing a “God’s Gift” t-shirt comes forward.
 
Girl: Uhm, so like, you’re the one going against Madison?
 
Eris is taken aback by the sudden question but decided to step back up on the soapbox.
 
Eris: Why yes, yes I do. This (Eris begins raising her voice and puts her hands on the side of her mouth) SATURDAY, NOVEMBER FOURTEENTH AT SHOOOOOOOOOOCKKKK VALLLLLLLL-
 
Girl: Uhm, yeah, you can stop. You must not care about your championship match against God’s Gift, the Mistress of Death if you’re out here doing shameless promoting! How sick!
 
Eris: (Eris smiles and crouches down to the girl’s height) Oh, you’re a Madison fan?
 
Girl: UHM, YEAH! I’m not a tourist like you implied earlier. I was born and raised here in Las Vegas and I’ve wished before every candle blow in every single birthday of mine for EAW to come to Las Vegas so I can see God’s gift in person. She’s one of the must hardcore Vixens EAW has. She has attitude, she has character and not to mention she can kick any bitches ass in the ring, INCLUDING YOU! And now that she’s champion, there is no way she is going to lose. Madison has said that you’re crazy, but she’s a different type of crazy. She is MERCILESS, she does not have pity for you!
 
Eris: I also heard she said that I’m on a lot of medication, which could be true, but unfortunately I don’t even remember what I had for breakfast this morning. Oh well. So are you obsessed with Maddie? You know, I could always sneak into her locker room and gather some things for you to praise. I would do anything for a fan!
 
Girl: Uhm, I'm not psychotic like you. So you can go ahead and hit the gym or something. Madison is confident and you on the other hand, you’re crying to your therapist because Madison said something that got under your skin.
 
Eris: That is incorrect, sorry. I try to be nice to fans, even when haters’ approach I still tend to be kind. However, there are some things that I cannot let slide. I visit a therapist because it relieves my mind of any worries that I may have. Talking to my therapist makes me feel at ease and allows me to release any sort of feelings I may have building up. You, alongside with Maddie may view this as a weakness but in reality it isn’t. I’m at an advantage because I don’t let my emotions get the best of me anymore. I’m a new person! My life is filled with happiness and a desire to live a life full of compassion and empathy. I feel sorry for you, young lady. You’re letting Maddie’s poisonous threats ruin your own way of thinking. I could stand here and tell you all the reasons as to why Maddie is an idiotic bimbo with only three brain cells left in her noggin’. Although, I refuse to do that. Maddie is a lost child who needs dire help. She’s lost in this lifestyle that includes her doing whatever it takes to be on top (Literally). You honestly think that Maddie’s in-ring abilities, personality and overall unique factor has granted her the run of being Vixen’s champion? Come on, let’s inspect this from an unbiased view; Maddie is like another other villainous individual who has walked through the doors of EAW. She’s definitely not as special as she makes herself out to be. If she were to be replaced, EAW would still work as a well-oiled machine. Maddie is EASILY replaceable and that comment isn’t coming from a negative standpoint. It’s just a fact that has been clearly evident since the day she debuted – trust me, I’d know, I was a huge fan before I knew how grimy these bitches were. As I watched her “threat” I couldn’t help but laugh. This girl is supposed to be seen as the greatest Vixen of the division because she has the title but I just don’t see it. Her threats and empty promises could vary to something that Raven Lee or Maria Gonzales have said. Her nickname shouldn’t be God’s Gift, her nickname should be “The Devil’s Reject.” I’ve said that countless times, I don’t know when she’s finally going to catch on. Maybe I have to dumb it down, hm.
 
Girl: (The Madison fan is clearly bothered as she frantically crosses her arms and stomps her feet.) OK, whatever! By the way, she doesn’t go by “Maddie” anymore. She prefers to be called by her full name MADISON KALINE. Gosh! Madison was right, how can she take someone like you seriously? Have you not seen her track record in EAW? Might as well plan your retirement already because when you go against Madison it’s basically career suicide.
 
Eris: Her track record? Uh, have you seen mine? The majority of my career I’ve been on a winning-streak. Ever since the Empress of Elite I’ve won consecutively against my female counterparts. Sure I didn’t win the Specialist Scramble but if there’s one thing about Eris LeCava is that I get a lot of opportunities. Many career-infused opportunities that will somehow, someway get me what I want. I want to become a legend like my beautiful HeartBreakGal. I want to break barriers that Vixens have been confined in for the past decade. I want to be on her same level but I won’t act like a degenerate like your lovely MADDIE has. And I call her Maddie because I will always see her like that lost child that needs some serious therapy. Hey, I’ll give you my therapist’s number so you can tweet it to Madison. I’d do it but I think she blocked me. Maybe she wasn’t a big fan of my fan fiction. Oh well.
 

Eris hands the girl a card from her pocket as she begins packing her stuff. The girl crumples the paper in hand as Eris walks away. The camera fades to black. 

"Deep in Lust"

This is a story of a boy that couldn't stop doing some very wicked acts in his life. We're going to call this boy's name "Marquis." Now Marquis was raised by his mother, which means that daddy was never there. Marquis did not learn how to be a man. And what made it even worse, he was always trapped and isolated in a room. It was getting to the point where his family was very suspicious about him. They kept asking, "Where is Marquis?" One of them responds, "You already know, he's in his room on that computer. He never likes to come downstairs." Marquis was a quiet and polite kind of guy. He was never a troublemaker because early in his life, it terrorized him with trying to be locked up in suspension, all the time.

So Marquis never really wanted a life of attention or winning every popularity contest. He wanted to take a backseat for everyone. This led him to become sort of a mute. And Marquis seemed to look like a type of guy that can talk all day long, which is true. If Marquis was ever comfortable, he would break out of his anti-social form and become the loudest in the room. Marquis was also a very handsome guy, and girls liked him but what threw them off was his terrible social skills. Without a dad to teach him, without guidance of all things, Marquis never broke out of this mute trend. He stayed there for a large duration of his life.

Now here comes to the point in time of trying to have a family. Although not raised right, Marquis still wanted a wife and kids. He wanted these precious things that only God can give or allow. However, Marquis had some troubles with women. He was either too nice or just plain boring. He couldn't get a girl, and stayed a virgin until the age of nineteen where he finally met a girl that was boring too. She was an older woman and would take Marquis' virginity. It was such a tight relationship that Marquis even envisioned marrying this girl. Three months later, she would break things off with the silent treatment. Marquis became lovesick and in depression. This led him to have sex with every girl that liked him. He would take them into his mother's basement, turn on a movie then make moves in the dark. He did it for a little while, only because the girls wanted him but the woman that Marquis wants never falls for it.

Also, due to Marquis anti-social skills, he could only dream or better yet, watch pornography and masturbate to the thoughts. He would masturbate at least five times a day. He even resorted in what I can call now:

"Chat-line Bling"

Marquis would spend some times on chatlines, spending all the free trial minutes in order to have sex with a female online. One time Marquis was catfished (ironic, huh?) and came to the door of a transsexual that tricked him into thinking she was a female. Marquis was SO deep in lust that he thought about it then refused and left immediately. The chatline had worked once or twice but its ultimately a way for transsexuals, overweight females and homosexuals to quickly meet and greet. Marquis wouldn't find it useful for a while, only when he's not deep in lust.

Sex is a major thing in this society. God intended on making sex good but the devil twisted it around for this world that he rules. Marquis knew that but couldn't stop watching porn, couldn't stop using the chat-line or even trying to use craigslist. Another major thing that Marquis wanted to use was a site filled with prostitutes. He used it every pay period for him. He would have sex with all kinds of races until the point and care of his health. He didn't want HIV or herpes. He didn't want any kind of STD so he laid off after visiting a healthcare where the doctors confirmed that he only had PPP(Pearly Penile Papules) under his penis foreskin. Constantly, Marquis would go on and off with prostitution or craiglist. He never imagined being the type of guy to use a website for sex. However, Marquis did it and even sent pictures of his penis to woman that he never met. This was a trap for Marquis for being deep in lust. He will get exposed if he continues or even worse, lose his life. He could eventually end up some place that he never wants to be. How can Marquis stop? Easy. Looking unto Jesus.

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(Cameras fade to the Heart Break Boy, re-watching his match against Lioncross at Redemption in his locker-room. He smiles as the finish of the match proceeds then turns toward the camera.)

Bravo, LC. Bravo...

You have responded and earned more respect from me. You were the better man in this entire thing and I salute you to wherever this victory leads you.

(HBB leans over his chair and grabs a slice of pizza on a plate and begins eating.)

There's nothing like the Word of God and pizza. Anyway, the story about Marquis and being trapped in lust is pretty comparable to what the Pizza Boy is going through mentally. I just don't want the Pizza Boy to end up like this boy. I don't want his mind clogged up on what he wants to be. I don't want him to end his career before God sets the stage for him. I don't want him to leave this world without fulfilling his purpose. It's obvious that Pizza Boy did not intend on having this line of work to become his favorite. That doesn't mean God can't work in mysterious ways. This business was made for guys like Pizza Boy. He has encouraged me to even wear a pizza hat!

(HBB leans over again and grabs a red hat with a slice of pizza logo in the middle.)

I hope Pizza Boy can give me some free pizz--OK. (HBB talks to himself) Get it together, HBB. Get it together.

Back to normal again or what GI Styles would say...  Back to the "religious nutcase phase."

I have done a lot in this business. I have probably taken more hospital visits than ever before. I have ended up with few concussions and surgeries. I was even blind for a season! When Barney, a very energetic and convincing guy, I might add... When he called me to do this, I wasn't too sure how this would work. I have teamed with a couple of guys and girls in EAW and they never ended well. For example:

Dynasty X with Alexander Da Vinci:

This guy tried to take my head off with a sledgehammer.

Another example:

Heart Break Band with Heart Break Gal:

She actually did take my head off with a sledgehammer.

What's funny about these people? They were supposed to be my best-friends and people say that I have a long history of betraying folks? PUH-PLEASE!

(Silently, Cleopatra, former Vixens champion steps in the locker-room and comes face-to-face with the Heart Break Boy.)

HBB: Cleo! What are you doing here?

Cleo: I wasn't supposed to be here while you're making a prom---

HBB: Do not break the code, Cleo.

Cleo: Yeah, you're right but I was just hearing what you were just going to say about betraying people. You remember in LEGION that you betrayed Tony Rolland? I believe he is a good friend of your new associates.

HBB: Oh yeah... Tony Rolland.... yeah.... The ant looking guy. I won't lie to you, Cleo but I have had several nightmares about this guy. He was acting as some giant ant that chased me around a haunted house. Before he began chasing me, I saw him swallow Jaywalker, Robbie V and even Bottomline.

Cleo: BL? Why BL?

HBB: Maybe because when BL closed LEGION down, Tony Rolland didn't have a reason to live anymore without trying to terrorize the Bane of LEGION. The guy even named a move after us! And he was not going to stop until we were all put in our place. It was like watching Batman dressed in an ant suit.

Cleo: Does it remind you of the Pizza Boy? He has his beef with the Hexa-Gun just like Tony Rolland did with Bane.

HBB: Well, it wasn't as intense than Tony but lets get real... Who was there helping Tony?

Cleo: From my view as a LEGION fan, he didn't need help.

HBB: Right. Lochy, Butcher and Georgia Athens only slowed him down.

Cleo: Are you going to slow the Pizza Boy down, HBB?

HBB: Absolutely not. You better look at my resume, sister.

Cleo: I can't rewind that far, all the way to 2011, HBB. I'm not a telepathic. From recent discovery, Dark Demon and Lioncross have placed you on consecutive losses. Pizza Boy is turning to be really good than people originally thought. He is capturing wins and staying leveled with today's competition. On the other side, Pizza Boy's mentality is turning into shreds. He might not be too pleasant to hang around with and wait a second, something just came to my mind about you... Your theme song with Pizza Boy is Paul Revere by Beastie Boys? I thought you were saved, HBB?!

HBB: Hey! I love Beastie Boys. There's no sin in music! I do what I wanna!

Cleo: It's okay, Pizza Boy must have suggested it anyway.

HBB: Uhh... yeah.. (HBB looks away)

Cleo: You suggested the theme song, didn't you?!

HBB: I HAD A LITTLE HORSEY NAMED PAUL REVERE!

Cleo: Whatever. It's pretty apparent that you both need each other. Pizza Boy needs your guidance and you need Pizza Boy's---

HBB: FREE PIZZA!

Cleo: No, idiot. You need Pizza Boy's help to win a freakin' match!

HBB: Cleo... How dare you?! I don't like interferences and you know me better than that.

Cleo: I'm not saying that he's going to step in and win matches for you. You're still talented, HBB and can hang with the best. Pizza Boy adds more fire to you. Lack of motivation is just what carries you away at times and turns into sad injuries. I didn't want to say this but you're becoming a 2014 Kobe Bryant!

HBB: Oh really?

Cleo: Yeah, really. When was the last time that the Heart Break Boy won a championship?

(HBB stares at Cleo for a second then raises his eyebrow)

Cleo: Come on, really?

HBB: I have made it clear time after time, I did not return to win championships.

Cleo: Tell that to Dark Demon. Mr. King Michael.

HBB: You made me do it! That obviously wasn't the true me.

Cleo: Just like the rest of poor male behaviors in EAW, blame and degrade the Vixens, why don't you...

HBB: I love Vixens and females in general. Woman in my opinion are God's greatest, most beautiful creations. This brings up another story.

Cleo: Two stories in one promo!

HBB: What did I tell you about the promo code, Cleo? DO NOT SAY PROMO IN MY PROMOS ANYMORE.

Cleo: I'm sorry.... I forgot again.

HBB: Anyway, this story is very symbolic with my desire and aspirations for EAW championship gold. It's the mind of a secret admirer. I will call this short story:

"Ashley"

I have gotten any girl that I ever wanted but this girl named Ashley is one that I cannot even make effort to get. Ashley is a beautiful girl. I have watched Ashley every time she comes in a room. When I'm with my co-workers, I do not hesitate to tell them that I admire the beauty of Ashley. She is someone that belongs in heaven. I'm not even desiring to have sex with her. I want to know her but I can't stare at Ashley for more than two seconds because whenever I look, my heart becomes nervous. I feel nervous and cannot say a word to her. I'm jealous at the fact God has chosen a man to be her husband because she deserves much better than the wicked minds of men. She deserves everything that is of goodness. This girl deserves the entire universe. How can I talk to Ashley? Through social media? Should I ask one of her friends? No. I will just wait and see if she wants to mingle with me first. But she's not that type of girl.

She is too beautiful to be approached and too beautiful to approach a guy for a simple date. I will just ask God for her but I won't. I need God's love first and a wife afterwards. If I wanted anybody to be my wife. I would want Ashley. Her eyes are something to see. In fact, I can barely stare in her eyes. It's like a bright light blinding you because its presence is so powerful. There's nothing like admiring beautiful women on earth and Ashley is definitely one. If God asked me if I wanted Ashley as my wife. I would say yes instantly! For now, I'm not going to seek a wife, though. I'm just going to allow everything to flow because if happens, it will happen. And I pray that it happens. God, I'm in deep amusement over Ashley.

---

Cleo: Awwwwwww.... Sike, give me a break, HBB. Are you finished yet?

HBB: Yeah but basically I'm saying, if championship gold is in my future, then let it happen. I have no control over it.

Cleo: I guess you didn't have control when contributing to twin daughters then, huh?

HBB: Why are you even here?! You have thrown me off course. I'm supposed to be talking about my match with Thomas Minns. He is a rising talent that I'm very eager to face and hear a lot that he has to say about our match.

Cleo: Well go ahead then, Ashley.

HBB: Actually, I have nothing really to say about him other than I've been watching him grow. He is a good competitor, VERY young and hopefully he will give me a challenge. I was disappointed when I had first returned this year to face some young bucks. They did not give me any effort whatsoever. I was basically talking to myself. I honestly won't say the same with Thomas Minns because I see a bright spot around his waist in the up-and-coming future if he stays on track. Many guys like him have walked in then out of this company. They walked out on times when they were supposed to receive their blessings. They walked out on themselves. This is why I have no pity on my recent droughts. Regardless what people say, it's just their opinion. They are no better than me. I'm no better than them. No opinion, whether negative or positive will change my mind. This is why I can get destroyed by Dark Demon and still come back, not fazed or baffled at all. I can only get stronger while the people watch a fallen eagle rise to its rightful destination. When I first came into this business, my first thought that I brought to life by my lips were "I'm going to be the greatest of all time in this business." I told myself that even after being a nobody for about a month or two. I was being used as a filler but turned that around with hard work and dedication. I would go sleepless nights as a young stud, exchanging heated words with every single opponent. Thomas Minns seems to have that type of fire but he's not me. He probably doesn't want to be me.

I'm pretty sure that a legacy of his own will punctuate great responsibility. I will never disagree with that because I never had anyone to lead me in this business. I had no influence on anything but now I do. I have Jesus Christ, my Lord and Savior, whom gave his life so I may have life and more. He gave me this purpose to wrestle and sell out shows. Thomas Minns may have heard some things about me because gossip seems to be a number one source in EAW. It won't contain me because its dangerous to speech gossip on others --- only causes destructions, disputes, unneeded drama. The only thing that I want people to gossip about is the match that I and Thomas Minns have for the upcoming Showdown. I want what I originally planned on doing in EAW. With that being said, I have only but one question for Thomas Minns to respond and give me something to reflect on;

Are you ready?

Because I am.

(The Heart Break Boy swings his face closer to the camera and smiles while he takes a bite of the slice of pizza in his hand as the cameras fade to black.)

You are absolutely right Ryan, this is my downward spiral into hell. I've been going down this dark direction for quite some time. But in this journey, in this ride through the depths of hell, I will not ride alone.

I had a vision...

and in this vision I saw hell on my road to redemption.

I saw heaven in the face of the World Heavyweight Championship.

I saw paradise beneath the shadow of a sword.

And I saw a nightmare behind hell's gate.

And every time you touch that gate, a surge of pain and suffering goes flowing through your body. It eats you alive as it spreads through every square inch of your being through your veins, and it hits hardest at the core and straight to your bones. But when you turn away from that gate you see the devil staring straight into your eyes. His demonic gaze can see right through you, but you look back at him and you can only see one thing. You're somewhat surprised as you can only find... joy. You only see him salivate at your suffering, you can see him seeping your pain. You see him in a state of sheer bliss while you sit there in a bloodied heap, against your own volition. So I ask you to ask yourselves, what are you truly asking for when you want 'the best' out of me? Did you ever consider that scene to be it???? Who are you really asking for when you ask for me to bring you "Methuselah?" Or -- or how about you Brian Daniels? Who do you truly empathize when you say you feel sorry for me? And who bestowed you the authority to go around feeling sorry for me in the first place!? 

Are you starting to think that World Heavyweight Championship makes you God? I've been there, I've done that....... don't make the same mistake that I made. Don't forget where you came from. Don't forget where you were before you held that belt. Don't forget who you were before you stand there looking down at Ryan Savage, let alone look down at me. Don't forget those months where your big "comeback" amounted to nothing less than a fiasco, an assorted array of setbacks hitting you in the face over and over again until you finally stumbled ass-first into winning the Grand Rampage; only to play second fiddle to Devan Dubian's cinderella story and Starr Stan's Championship run. And you were that repeatedly stepped on little ant still showing signs of life by the twitch of the antenna, just one loss away from calling it quits. But here you are on top of the world.... and when you look back, did you really need people to feel sorry for you then? Did you need anyone to show you pity!? Even as Dubian turned on you the same way Ryan turned on me, did you need some condescending fuckhead to feel sorry for you!? No, that's not what got you to where you are. So I don't need you to feel sorry for me or to question my decisions... that's not going to help your argument against me. And don't tell me you don't put your win-loss record against me on a mantle as something to gloat about, like you didn't just bellow it out in some desperate grab for some false sense of leverage over me. Here's a news flash: you don't have that. Everything you've accomplished in the last two years, I've accomplished as well -- as a matter of fact I did it better. You won the No Way Out match just to almost irreparably damage World Heavyweight Championship's honor and prestige, and I won the No Way Out match only to go on to Pain for Pride and defeating Mikado Sekaiichi for that very same belt in Battle of the Gods. I became your superior's superior, and if you and Ryan both look at Showdown: Redemption and see what's become of "Mikado" you'll see EXACTLY WHAT THE FUCK I AM CAPABLE OF. But the comparisons between you and I can continue, because you stepped into Glass Walls against Jacob Senn as World Champion and walked back out still World Heavyweight Champion, and I overcame Zack Crash and Quality Control to retain my title. And let's not go there about your "Viper" days, because you and I weren't even in the same realm. As much credit as I'd like to give you, nothing you've ever done in your career has ever truly impressed me, Brian. It's not because your career isn't generally impressive, it's just what happens when someone's not on your level. We can boil down your winning record over me to a plethora of theories, maybe they were divine brushstrokes of luck, maybe they were momentary lapses in my part, maybe you really were the better man on those nights; but screw the theories, screw who you made submit two years ago; I can dig up my past accomplishments and stack them up to the ceiling and list them to every opponent I ever face, but they don't mean a damn thing in the now.

What matters to me more than anything you've ever done or anything you have to say is the prize that you carry... Believe it or not, you are holding heaven in your hands, and you have the weight of the world on yourshoulders, and you have a serpent lunging for your neck so that when you fall he can take everything you have. But that serpent might not be an evil man... maybe I'm just a man who's had everything stripped away and only has his mind on one thing. Ever since HRDO came out on Voltage to set me straight, I now LIVE for the World Heavyweight Championship. Believe me Brian when I say the last thing this is going to be for you is easy pickings. If it were so easy you wouldn't have been laying at my feet on Sunday night when I had your title held high above my head. On the contrary to what you think, Brian Daniels; this is going to be your toughest endeavor. I've never had a personal vendetta against you before, but that title is what makes this personal you understand that? I spent the last 11 months of my life willing myself barefoot through the desert with not a drop of water at my disposal, and that big gold belt is my oasis. Do you think I'm going to stop at the pearly gates just for you to deny me what I've worked so hard for!?!? Heaven may rest in your hands but the power does NOT Brian! YOU ARE CAUGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF AN INFERNO, AND IT JUST SO HAPPENS YOU HAVE THE TARGET ON YOUR BACK! BLAME HRDO, BLAME RYAN SAVAGE, BLAME ME, BUT DON'T BE A FOOL! DON'T YOU DARE PATRONIZE ME, MOTHERFUCKER! BECAUSE IF YOU THINK WALKING OUT AS THE WORLD CHAMPION WAS A MISTAKE, IT'S NOTHING COMPARED TO WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF YOU WALK INTO HIGH VOLTAGE FEELING SORRY FOR ME! THAT WILL BE YOUR GRAVEST MISTAKE; A MISTAKE THAT WILL COME BACK TO HAUNT YOU FOREVER! 

I'd rather you both be honest with yourselves and tackle the truth head on... But you two think that by whistling a tune as you walk through the graveyard in the dark of night under the pale moonlight, that the spirits will scatter, or that my spirit will shatter; but how wrong you are because my fighting sprit has remained unbroken through EVERYTHING!!!!! I'VE BEEN ABLE TO BATTLE BACK FROM EVERYTHING!!! YOU KNOW something else--you know something else? ......... I feel fine! I don't feel 39. I don't feel the Package Piledriver. I don't feel the Glass Gauntlet match. I don't feel the years of wars I've been in. I don't feel the broken tables, I don't feel steel hitting my skull, I don't feel the jarred bones, every ache and pain of the past, because the pain I walk around with -- it's been turned into pleasure. I wear these scars from a physical and figurative standpoint as badges of honor. 

And you know it got me thinking... maybe this is as you say it is, Ryan. Why don't I feel pain?? Why am I not in agony?? It made me think that maybe this is all just me living on borrowed time... in that case I'll have one hell of a tab on my head when all's said and done. It seems like I've been here on borrowed time for the last three or four years now, and eventually I'm going to have to pay it all back with interest. These thoughts creep inside my head as I think about everything I've done to others in the past for my own benefit. I'm a firm believer of karma, and I know my karma will come back to get me in due time. I can feel it closing in with each moment that passes, and what you did to me at House of Glass, Ryan, is probably as much my fault as it is yours. That could be it! This could just be me getting what I deserve... but the fabric of my morals or-or any source of remorse or pent up regret inside me for the things I've done -- every bit of it goes on the backburner. I'm willing to turn a blind eye to my looming comeuppance even if it's the shot that takes me down. I WILL REPENT WHEN I'M FORCED TO REPENT ... and you can call it what you want.... call it evil, call it hypocrisy, or greed, name it what you wish. But I have one goal, Ryan. One master plan, and unfortunately for you you're a part of it. You don't get to decide otherwise now. When you did what you did you changed everything for the both of us. **breathlessly** We're at a point of no return now... so you can only imagine how insulted I felt when you went on there on my birthday of all days and offered me "a way out" of all of this, like I was at your mercy or something! Like you were allowing me a get out of jail free card to take my ball and play somewhere else. But Ryan... you may be too much of a novice to understand ... but I LIKE this. THIS. I like where I am right now! I have a fire under me and these fires will spread, and they will surround me and they might even consume me if I'm not careful! But I'm not going to be careful about this because I don't care enough to be careful! It was the ultimate dishonor for you to go out there and think I'd run from YOU!!! HA!!!!!!!!! YOU! You! You know maybe it's my fault... 18 months together and not once did I teach you a lesson on real respect. Maybe that's the one last lesson you need to learn before we part ways for good. If you respected me and if you really, really knew me you'd know I would NEVER!!!!! back down from you! But I think you and Brian are a lot alike in the sense that you don't have enough respect for me to consider me the threat to your livelihoods that I truly am. 

But deep down inside I still respect you, Ryan. Enough to know how much of a threat you could potentially be. You've earned my respect from all the times we've had together and all the times you stepped up to the plate and competed at a higher level than what was expected of you. And I know everything you're saying, all of this crap about what we had being "fake"; I know all of it is just a way to get me fired up. I'm already fired up, Ryan! You don't need to drag anything more out of me! I get it! I know exactly what you want, but the problem is you don't seem to have a real grasp on what you're asking for! Be careful when you ask for the best out of me, Ryan Savage! YOU NEVER KNOW, YOU JUST MIGHT GET IT! YOU'VE BEEN PROMISING TO PUT ME OUT OF MY MISERY WHILE PITYING ME FOR THE HELL THAT I'M IN, AND YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW THAT YOU'RE IN THIS HELL WITH ME! 

I saw hell on my road to redemption! 

I saw heaven in the face of the World Heavyweight Championship!

I saw paradise beneath the shadow of a sword...

And I saw a nightmare behind hell's gate...

A fool pities the damned, and the wise mourn not for the living nor the dead. I don't need your apology or your friendship or sympathy, I don't want to piece back together what's been shattered in your hands. I have no remorse for the one who has everything, nor do I offer recourse for the man who has nothing. I walk the line between both realms and in attempt to find my salvation I will exact vengeance on the ones who wronged me, and I will take back the crowned jewel to my kingdom at all cost. Against all odds.

 
Cailin Dillon wanders through the hallways of the EAW offices, ducking into what looks like a break room and looking at the coffee pot. She furrows her brow.
 
Cailin: What the…? No Cups? Ahh…
 
Cailin spots a mug and picks it up, looking inside it to see if it’s clean and shrugs. She lets out a yawn as she approaches the pot of coffee and then turns the cup and laughs.
 
Cailin: What the hell is Sexy Curry?
 
She pours out some coffee and sleepily brings the cup to her lips as a woman walks in the room and her eyes go big.
 
Woman: No, no, no! That’s not to drink out of!
 
Cailin takes a big drink and let’s out a sigh.
 
Cailin: Then why did you have it sitting here next to a pot of coffee in the break room?
 
Woman: This isn’t a break room! This is a setup for a photo shoot for a new line of merchandise for EAW.com! You’ve just ruined everything!
 
Cailin: Well I don’t know if you realize this, but we don’t have any wrestlers here by the name of Sexy Curry. And I think you setup a photo shoot right here in your break room. Big mistake.
 
Woman: This is not a break room. This was meant to be a photo shoot, and you just wrecked it. I know you. You’re that Cailin Dillon girl. You walk around acting like you own this place, busting into photo shoots and stealing merchandise. Now we’re gonna have to get a totally new mug brought down here and brew a whole new pot of coffee.
 
Cailin: Woah, chill out. It’s like 7 in the morning and you’ve got all these negative waves. They’re just crashing into me. Save that stuff for 9 a.m.
 
Woman: It’s 9:30.
 
Cailin: Oh, well… you’ve still got those negative waves. At least let me enjoy this cup of coffee in the break room before you come in here trying to be all mean and stuff. You don’t know me. You don’t know my morning struggle.
 
Woman: I know all about you. You come in here and ruin this photo shoot —

Cailin: Break room.
 
Woman: And you record those messages about how you’re going to take Haruna Sakazaki’s title.
 
Cailin: Hey, hey… just one message and yes I will. But not yet. They’ve got me scheduled to fight three people this week. It’s a whole deal. You probably don’t understand it.
 
Woman: A fatal four-way match? For the No. 1 contender spot?
 
Cailin: So you do know. I misjudged you cranky marketing person. This cup doesn’t make sense, and this photo shoot in a break room is even more bizarre, but who would’ve thought you would know the schedule and its significance. Hey, while I’m here, do you have any merch to show me? Some Cailin Dillon shirts or hats? Foam fingers? Ice cream bars?
 
Woman: No. We haven’t had any orders to get new merchandise for you.
 
Cailin: Oh… but I’m about to be the No. 1 contender and then the champion? C’mon, can’t you get me some new merch?
 
Woman: Can you not ruin the merchandise that isn’t even yours. Quit drinking out of the mug!
 
Cailin slowly moves the mug away from her face and sits it down next to the coffee maker. The woman gives an irritated, half-assed smile and then rolls her eyes as she turned away.
 
Woman: I doubt you’ll win the match anyways. So full of yourself…
 
Cailin: You apparently don’t know who you’re talking about. I’m not full of myself. You don’t see me referring to myself as Latino Heat or whatever the hell that chick that dated Haruna calls herself. I’ll call her Ariana and I’ll tell you the truth about her. You should be glad it’s me here that you’re being a bitch to. Ariana Lopez would have skinned you and worn you as a light jacket by now. She has no restraint with the public. You piss her off and you’re weaker than her, then your head rolls. But she’s not the toughest broad in the EAW, and not even the toughest in this match. She’s the one that’s out there mixing business and pleasure and thinking it somehow means she’s going to beat three other girls. I don’t know how many times people get lost in this crap. Just because you had a bad breakup doesn’t mean you’re gonna waltz into the ring and beat a bunch of other people because you’re suddenly business. You are one of the other, not both. You can’t just be blitzed out of your skull with jealousy and anger and revenge, and then show up business-like and get the job done. She will fail 10 out of 10 times. If she wants Haruna 1 on 1, just go ask James Shields to set something up on Battleground or something.
 
Woman: So you’re saying you don’t take Ariana Lopez as a serious wrestler?
 
Cailin: Well, it’s not that. Yes… that’s what I’m saying actually. I don’t know where she’s coming from. She is mad at me because her girlfriend wanted a taste of what I’ve got… what can I do about that? I tried to push away, told her to go stay with her girlfriend. You could smell the crazy on that one. Ariana, I mean. She just takes jealousy to a new level. Yes, I know your girl wants to sleep with me or whatever. I just didn’t realize I was so charming I suppose. Let me give you some advice marketing lady. If you have a friend that seems a bit off, like in the way you think she might want to trap you naked in a passionate moment, but she already has another… don’t accept an invitation to go on an island trip. It’s sure to cause all sorts of problems for you in the future. Hey by the way, did you have any donuts or pastries to go with the coffee?
 
Woman: I told you this is not a break room! It’s a freaking photo shoot!
 
Cailin: Easy lady, geez. You know Aria Jaxon is really quite a fighter. I bet you have all kinds of merch for her.
 
Woman: We do…
 
Cailin: I bet that really pisses off an Ariana. She’s been complaining a lot lately. Oh Haruna made me sad, oh now she made me mad, everyone else is getting bigger chances than I am and blah, blah, blah… At least Aria keeps coming back strong. She’s a freaking Empress for god’s sake. And she acts like it. Although I must admit I wonder where her mindset is at. This isn’t exactly a knock on her, but she could have been Vixen’s champion right now. I think some would say she should be. You guy a month of beating Madison, just to see her named Vixens champion in between and then when it really counts the most, you sorta choke. I mean, that has to linger for awhile. So here she is fighting for this belt, when I imagine she has to at least still be thinking about that other belt, right? How could you not? It’s only human to look back at your mistakes and wonder what if. But the important step in that process is moving forward. There’s the grief and despair, and then the anger, but did she learn from it? While she’s been prancing around between Brett Kennedy and Thomas Minns and whoever else over the last month, has she had the time to really sit down and get through all of her feelings over losing at House of Glass? Or maybe she’s just so rough and tough that she powered through it and didn’t care. I don’t know, I think it would stick with me at least at first. No one likes to lose. I see a lot of people around here struggle to reclaim themselves after a loss. Look at Haruna. She went months walking around like a half-motivated zombie before she rose up and won the specialist title. I wonder about Aria. Is she fighting at her full mental capacity, or is any of that holding her back. I know I pulled for her at House of Glass. Damn that was a brutal match. This one will probably be brutal in its aggressiveness. Who better than to win an brutal, aggressive match than the person that just came out of one.
 
Woman: Why do you keep talking so much? Why are you telling me all of this? I’m just trying to clean up this area and get it ready for the photo shoot you already screwed up.
 
Cailin: You remind me of Serena Ji. Mostly because I don’t know much about you. But I feel like we’re learning a lot about each other right now. You know what she said yesterday? It was so precious. She called me a former champion. It warmed my heart to know that someone might have paid attention to something I did before I came here to EAW. She’s right, I was a champion before I came here with more t-shirts and coffee mugs than you could shake a selfie stick at. But it wasn’t fulfilling, so I came here to fight with the best. She’s here to fight with the best. You’re here to take photos of the best on products. That’s makes us all kind of alike. Almost like friends, right?
 
Woman: I can assure you we’re not friends.
 
Cailin: It’s whatever, you’re crabby anyways. I’d probably call you buzzkill. I think Serena will be equally impressed by my abilities when I win this four-way match and move on to become the specialist title. I was thinking maybe when I face Haruna the stipulation can be a scorned lovers match. Ariana will stand and throw objects at Haruna from the outside while I chill in the corner and pick my moments. I’m not saying I haven’t ever had any scorned lovers, but they’re all in the past and this Ariana-Haruna stuff… it’s hilarious. Maybe Serena, Aria and I can find a lot of humor in the fact that Haruna probably won’t even have much to say to Ariana. Like, not even give her the time of day. But Serena looks like a tough fighter, so I’m prepped to give her the time of day. I’m ready to give every one of these fighters the time of day, just not allowing myself to let anyone of them take advantage of the benefits of winning this match. I’ve got some plans of redeeming myself from a certain recent performance and I don’t think my fans expect any less of me. You wait marketing lady, a couple more weeks and Cailin Dillon will be the name on the tip of everyone’s tongue.
 
Woman: Great, can you please leave now?
 
Cailin: Yeah, yeah, sheesh. Thanks for listening I guess. But make sure you keep your eyes out for the trucks of merchandise with my name on it coming in here in a week or so. You better call me down here to see it since we’re friends now. First we’ll put my name on t-shirts and mugs, and then we’ll paste it right across the front of the specialist title.
 
Cailin smirks and shakes her head as the woman rolls her eyes and turns away. As she does, Cailin grabs the Sexy Curry mug and escapes the room just before the scene fades to black.

Tell me Mr.DEDEDE, my brother in arms is this the road that you have chosen to go down on? I must say that I have been caught off guard by your reaction or maybe it's my lack of understanding of feeling the sense of betrayal and how it would affect a man like you who distance himself from others. But how does it feel to be manipulated, to be bend to the mercy of the one who is pulling the strings of your actions and your thoughts? Does it burn inside you that you were basically punk'd by me Mr.DEDEDE that you are acting irrational? But whatever the case may be at this point it doesn't really matter because you have chosen the path you are willing to walk down and that's the path of self destruction. You are literally willing to throw your whole entire career away for another shot at glory, another chance to be on top of the mountain again! But will it really be worth it because on the same token you are looking to make sure I regret ever having the thought of turning on you and throw away what we had away. You see despite whatever abstract level people want to think we are on Mr.DEDEDE the truth of the matter is that there is one factor that people love to ignore, something I know I can take advantage of and that's the one thing that nobody can beat and that's time. You have been in this business for a very long time and I commend you for that Mr.DEDEDE, you are one of the guys that has raised the bar every single time you go out to that ring and leave the world in awe in your "awesomeness" you have had memorable battles and wars and you wear the scars on your body to prove that you're in this for the long haul! But as time progress Mr.DEDEDE and as your body slowly decays, you know as well as I do that you start to get weak, and  sooner rather than later your body begins to break down and you can no longer do what you've always been able to do. As much as you want to deny the fact that you're not simply who you once were,you know that you are on borrowed time and I have seen people like you try to do whatever it takes to be a step ahead, who try their best to still be ahead of the pack, just to die in vein when they can't just do it anymore. That's one of the key things I've noticed about you Mr.DEDEDE, and as much as you want to play to constantly remind everyone what you have done is further proof that all you have right now is  your reputation and the sense of revenge on your mind. The drive that keeps your body going and in your head I bet you are pleading, begging your body to hang in there for one more fight! I have seen it countless of times and I can say this that your future is very bleak and I don't see a light at the end of the tunnel for you. Your downward spiral to hell has only just begun and I promise you Mr. DEDEDE this ride to hell this time will be the worst experience you have ever witnessed in your whole entire life that you want to relive the moments where HBG has pinned you multiple times. What you need to understand that you are at my mercy and this match is made for me and I swear it on the oath that we made when we came together that I will see to your destruction and I will burn your legacy, your name to ashes and in it's place will be the birth of the ascension of Ryan Savage!  You should actually find solace, Mr.DEDEDE because you should be happy being able to reflect on what you've done in your career, it has been a nice run for you but it's just how life works. There is always someone bigger, better and stronger than you and in your case that man has been underneath your wing this entire time my brother! I have been salivating for this moment to come, I have been preparing myself for 18 months biding my time to strike and I will reap every last thing that I will get from it and the one thing that I want from you Mr. DEDEDE isn't  just your legacy, it isn't even your name that I want! The one thing that I want is to appeasement of knowing that I was the man that took down a false idol that everyone looked up to as "The Gawd" of this realm. I have settled for complacency, I have took the jabs of people constantly belittling me and what I have accomplished! I have sacrificed my pride and my ego just to closely watch the man that I knew I have to take down if I ever want to be on top of this mountain and claim it as my own! I have to destroy so I welcome your confidence Mr.DEDEDE, I want to see you at your best. I want to see how great you once were that got these people to follow you, that got these people to wear your merchandise, to praise you at every single turn! I want to see the man that has won multiple championships, I want to see you come back as Methuselah. I WANT IT ALL BROUGHT TO THE TABLE SO I CAN BEAT YOU AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN! No matter how many times you come back or how many revelations you may have in a night or in day the fact will remain the same that I'm still the man that will ultimately end everything that you've spent your entire life on building! If you honestly think that me just powerbombing you through the barricades is all I have then you're are in a shock of your life because I have more than enough tricks up my sleeves to finish both you and Brian Daniels!

So I guess I did us both a favor Mr.DEDEDE by ending your relationship together, even though I doubt anyone who was in my position would dare to think they could survive without someone like you. If it were anyone else they would have been happy and content to where they were at in life and our 18 long month fueled the fire in my heart that has been laid dorment inside of me. I look at the people like GI Styles and Carlos Rosso, looking at those two men who has been together for years and when they broke up it seems they have never regained their footing to strive in their singles career. If you want to talk about complacency, that's a prime example because they were so dependent on one another that they can barely get by on their own! And that's what I have saw if I stayed with you Mr.DEDEDE, something I refuse to let happen to me because never in my life I needed to depend on anyone on a DAMN THING and I would be damn if it started with you. So I did what I had to do and even though in the eyes of many that I have taken away my "security blanket" aka you then I guess you don't know who I am then. My name is Ryan Savage and I don't need a security blanket, I have swam in fire and came out on the better end being able to walk on my two feet still fighting like my life depended on it and this is no different Mr.DEDEDE! What you and many people seem to keep forgetting that outside of all this I have been fighting my entire life! My body, my will is build for this and it's built to last unlike yours which why I can't be intimidated by you and the little wars you have been in. You should've seen it coming Mr.DEDEDE, you have tried your hardest to prove these people wrong and stand by our oath that you wouldn't turn on me and that The Savage Ryans will last forever but you should have done it because I have always had the thoughts of turning on you but I want it to make it hurt. I wanted my betrayal to leave a permanent scar that will burn every single time you hear my name or see my face. The thing I have gotten from antagonizing you Mr.DEDEDE to see how far you would go to get your hands on me, I want ot see that killer instinct that you claim that you have come out of you and I want to see if you can PULL THE TRIGGER! When you see my face Mr.DEDEDE do you reflect on the memories we had together? The highs, the lows, the bond that we forged over the past 18 months. Do you remember the happy times we had together when we defied the odds and capture what we knew what was ours, despite people who was hell bent on making sure we wouldn't get what we have worked our asses off for!? I bet you do and I bet it hurts when you find out that all of those moments we had together were fake, that were man made by my own personal desires to help me get where I needed to be, to reignite the flames in my wicked heart. You can say I have gotten the reaction I wanted from you and played your part to perfection. Or maybe do you feel the embarrassment when you let someone as lowly as me get the better of you and that the people who were on your "level" who respected you, who went to war with you in the past looked down on you for teaming with me. What you need to realize that I was the one who ruined your credibility, I have ruined whatever claims you had to be considered the greatest of all time and I am willing to take credit for that. You are nothing  Mr.DEDEDE you are left with NOTING and all you have left is your fighting spirit that will soon be taken away from you. I'm glad that you haven't reached your breaking point yet and I'm elated that you don't have any lasting or permanent injuries inflicted on your body. The real fun and the real pain will come at Shock Value where I will have my time to see how much I need to do to make you reach your breaking point! Just remember Mr.DEDEDE I'm just doing this out of the love I have for you and if it means anything, I own you and the only person fitting to put you down is me. So I hope all that pent up hell you have inside you will do me in because if it doesn't Mr. DEDEDE, well I'm sure you have an active imagination to imagine what will happen to you.

But unfortunately Mr .DEDEDE I can't spend all my time talking about how what I'm going to do to you because there's another man that seems to be caught up in the middle of all of this bad blood betweent you and I. Unfortunately Mr. Daniels that you will only prove to be a casualty in the war between Mr.DEDEDE and myself but don't think for the slightest that I have forgotten about you. Brian Daniels you are one of many people who I have grown a disdain for, people who seem to have forgotten what their place is in life and I feel like it's my job to bring you back down to it. Brian Daniels you shouldn't be jealous of the fact that my attention right now is directly towards the man I love, the man I call my brother. If you want my attention, all you have to do is just ask for it because I won't hesitate to show you my affection for you as well but it seems to me that your mind isn't right because last time I checked the goal that the goal I had in my was obtained and The Savage Ryans became the tag team champions. So I don't understand what you mean that I have tarnished any opportunities I had when i was teaming with my brother. We stood on top of the tag team division for a lengthy amount of time and that's it. Maybe you're still bitter that I was handed yet another opportunity for doing absolutely nothing, but toss Mr.DEDEDE aside. In case you have forgotten that this is suppose to be my punishment for doing such a thing to your fellow Hall Of Famer. Who am I to turn on the man who had a history of betraying and manipulating people to get what he wants. You should be patting me on the shoulder, you should be kissing  my feet saying how great I am for doing such a thing to the manipulator himself. But it's okay Brian, I don't need your pity nor do I need your approval for anything I do because you are nothing to me. I have abandon the need of trying to get guys like you to recognize how good I am, how dominant I can be. The only thing that matters to me when it comes to you Brian Daniels is that title you have that you are desperately clinging onto. This match will be where everything I have done or said will pay off and will be the foundation to what awaits me on the top of this mountain that I'm ready to climb. I have already prepared myself to do what I have to do to walk way with your title Brian. You and Mr.DEDEDE are the only obstacles that stands in my way. I don't have time to reminisce in some victory you and your tag partner had at the time over m and Mr.DEDEDE. That person you speak of isn't here nor will it help you retain your title. Do you honestly think about thinking of that time would convince yourself that you are going to survive this match with your world title? I'm sorry to say Brian that it's not going to save you from losing what you cherish the most. If you want to talk about memories, you should think about the good times you had when you went through the world in order to reclaim the World Championship that you have been seeking ever since you came back to EAW. You should feel proud about about your reign and remember the battles you went through to preserve your reign and continue building your legacy as one of the most World Champions of all time. Those memories are the only thing you will have and I hope you find solace in them because that will be the only sense of peace you can afford. For your sake Brian Daniels lets hope that my fantasy of me beating you and Mr.DEDEDE to become a World Champion remains a fantasy, because I have a talent in making my fantasies turn into reality and that is going to happen at Shock Value where I will repeat history. So bite me, bite me with all the force and venom you have in your fangs because at the end of the day I wil tame you Brian Daniels and then I will slay you and in that process I will tear down tear down your reign, your monument until there is nothing left of it. So tell me that you pity me Brian, tell me that until your face turns blue but it won't stop me from doing to you what I'm going to do to Mr.DEDEDE.

I feel bad for you, Ryan Savage. I honestly do... I pity you.

Not as much as I feel awful for the man that had to drag you around, arena to arena, match to match, brand to brand; Mr. DEDEDE. That man that delivered your career on a silver platter, and what did you do with it, Ryan? What points in your current career can you say that you escalated on a level where you were on fighting par with the very man you looked up to? Oh, that's right --- never, because Mr. DEDEDE was always looking down on you. He looked after you as if you were his own flesh and blood, and despite my frustrations with the involvement of both of your mental breakdowns. How can you go and disrespect the man that took you in as a stray and built you up? The moment you betrayed, Mr. DEDEDE, the moment his back was turned and yous swept in with a piercing wound to the back; that's the moment every opportunity that was ever given to you was tarnished. Did you really think that you were earning any slightest bit of success that kept smacking you dead in the face? Nope, it had nothing to do with you, it had absolutely NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU. But you're better than me, right? RIGHT? You're supposed to be in some position where you give judgement onto others, yet your accolades prove differently. I'm not pretending I'm some sort of hypocrite, when it comes to me deciding on how successful you truly are, but I can make an intelligent comparison between the two of us. I've been in your shoes, I've felt what it's like to be called the lesser half of an alliance --- one that's supposed to be seen as a whole, not two separate beings. It's different in your case, in fact; you and Mr. DEDEDE couldn't be anything more than a perfect example of polar opposites that don't attract. Tell me, do you fondly cherish your memories? Do you keep track of the good and the bad? Can you remember, and I repeat --- REMEMBER, the time we last collided with one another? I can, I distinctly recall you submitting to my partner and I, on the other hand, was outside the ring with your "PARTNER", making him submit in the same way you did. You can't forget these sort of things, no matter how long or far you run away from these facts... I've always been on a higher level than you. I can personally state that this three-way is honestly being held down by you. It's being held down, because of you and your personal agenda with your once was friend, now your mortal enemy. And you know what's really discouraging about the whole thing? I'm stuck in between two men, who's vendettas aren't against me, or what I stand for as a World Heavyweight Champion. I'm being tossed into the mix, because I AM THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION. Not that I'm arguing with this scenario, I get to play a very violent therapist --- that beats reality, into what the both of you live as a fantasy; the dream of defeating me. 

It was only two years ago, three years ago when I walked out of this company. Regrettably? Yes. But two years ago, I proved to the world that I was more than capable to become EAW's representative as it's World Heavyweight Champion. I went through five other men, locked inside a steel structure to win my first covenant World Heavyweight Championship. It was six savage men, six brutal mentalities, locked inside one room with the intention to win. I was the one that came out victorious that night. No other man can take that accomplishment away from me --- as no other man can take my experience away from me. It's only ironic that a year later, I'm competing in what was introduced as a "High Voltage Steel Cage" match, you're familiar with it, DEDEDE? I lost, it's what every great man has to face one day, losing. It's even more ironic that two years later, I'm being locked inside Glass Walls for the first time ever, walking in blindly, not knowing what to expect out of it. And I walked out, STILL... STILL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION. Time has passed, and here I find myself encased in the same match I lost in one year ago, instead of five other men sealed inside... it's two. It's two targets, two examples, two causalities of my hunt. I'm not here to play as your stepping stool, Mr. DEDEDE. I'm not here to become another victim to your torturous ways. I'm not going to be your victim, YOU'RE GOING TO BE MY VICTIM. It's how our game of cat and mouse has always been. It's been like this since I was wearing a mask --- YOU HAVE NEVER, EVER, BEATEN ME. NOT ONCE. NOT TWICE. NOT THREE TIMES. NOT FOUR TIMES. THAT'S ALL ME. It's not much to gloat about, considering your track record of losses, but it's something to make a statement on. I just don't know what kind of mindset you were in, not that anyone does. But what gave you the bright idea of aligning with Ryan Savage? Was it out of desperation? Did you really want to win the Tag Championships so much that you blindly pointed out at a group of thirsty elitists to decide on who will stand beside you for time to come? Or maybe it's not like that, maybe it was you seeking out the thrill in revenge --- maybe you knew, as most tag teams play the blame game at one point or another. What did you see in him, you naive fool?! I don't think you saw anything, I think you felt sorry for a man that had no sense of direction. I don't fear you, I certainly don't fear Ryan Savage. Most of what he has to say goes through one ear and out the other, because he puts on an act of barbarity, only to impress others, but he's never impressed anyone --- not you, not me, not the roster, not the suits and ties. There's not a single soul that's been impressed with what he's had to offer. You of all people should be able to spot crazy, and Ryan? He's not on any level of crazy that you've breached. In fact, I consider it CRAZY that once again you have the slim thought of dethroning me. Midsummer Massacre, that marks the date that I made your protege submit to me, to forcefully relinquish his World Heavyweight Championship TO ME. The same guy that was able to take it off you, we're not going in a rotation here --- you're not getting this back, and Ryan Savage is most definitely not getting his first off me. Neither of you stand a chance, neither of you are going to stop what I've already started. The only person in this match that has a say in whether or not the momentum I've built for myself comes to a sudden halt, is ME. ONLY ME. And I have no intentions to take everything I've earned and toss it away for a personal grudge, not for yours or anyone else's. I don't consider this a war, I don't even consider this a battle... call me egotistical, call me arrogant, but I see this as easy pickings. I see this as an opportunity to be the first elitist to defend a World Championship in a High Voltage and Glass Walls match in the same year. And where I see the chance to obtain new accomplishments, I strike. That's the only meaning this match has to me, to further the success I've already earned. 

Tyler Parker couldn't stop me.

Alex Anderson couldn't stop me.

Jacob Senn couldn't stop me. 

Ryan Savage won't stop me.

Mr. DEDEDE won't stop me.

NOBODY WILL STOP ME.

I almost want to celebrate in the lone darkness of defeat, which might seem like an odd sense of ritualization to the other competitors who are looking to legitimize themselves in front of the ever-growing, tougher competition.  Why am I so happy when I loss my match against The Pizza Boy?  It was almost like a sense of relief of the ever-growing frustrations that have plagued me ever since I came to Elite Answers Wrestling, although I do share some of the blame.  Even in the most dire sets of circumstances I continue to hold out hope that I will be recognized for my hard work and commitment and every week I continue to be disappointed by the fact that others continue to get the spotlight that I so highly covet.  I got a big money deal to finally wrestle at Showdown: Redemption after months of complaining and I'm most satisfied that  I was able to leave the match on my terms.  The fans might not have expected it nor did the boys in the back think  that I would say "I Quit" but I dictate my own destiny...not someone else.   















In my ever-present quest to continue my ascent to the top as the wealthiest paid elitist in EAW, I've had a few setbacks like being placed lower on the card than a certain wrestler coming back from a long hiatus. Sure, I made some controversial comments about the situation but I'm not going to apologize for my actions because what I said is absolutely one-hundred percent true.  You see, I went backstage before Showdown: Redemption was about to start and I bitched, over and over again until I made absolutely damn sure that MY MATCH was going to be placed higher on the card than Lioncross vs. Heart Break Boy.  Lioncross, I did it!  I made you the opening match because you absolutely should not be awarded certain spots in the company if you haven't proved yourself with the young talent that continues to try to fight, scratch, and claw their way to the top. You don't get a pass because you had tenure at a company I've never heard before.  We all start all over again and I have no choice but to prove this with my fist when I make what I did to Pizza Boy look like a hug seminar on PBS.   

Am I little unethical in my actions?  Sure!  Who isn't?  I made a statement though, and I made sure that everyone who watched our show was paying attention and I'm sure you were sitting in the back with your little chair and monitor wearing your dumb little KC hat, pondering why you were the opener with that stupid little old-man look on your face, while being riveted with the brutal ballet of destruction on display.   It was the best decision that the monkeys in the back could possibly do because let's face it, you're out of touch and as you finickly waggle your fingers attempting to use a smartphone, no amount of social media presence is going to bring any attention to the current crop of millennials.  

You live in an era in which information is presented in a second and much like how society has had a high dose of sensory overload, they can click a youtube link and see talent that is much faster, stronger, and has a higher pedigree of good looks.  Your own fans don't even want to talk about your matches, instead they want to compliment your Kansas City Royals hat because if they did pretend to have an actual conversation about your wrestling then they would awkwardly fumble while trying to praise you.  It's hard to lie about a man's work if you've never seen it, yet, I'm sure that you'll go around spouting off all the nonsense accomplishments that you earned in other organization that don't mean jack, diddly shit in the land of Elite.  

You defeated Heart Break Boy though, and I should at least respect you as a credible opponent this upcoming Saturday, but you really beat a shell of a Hall of Famer who couldn't come to grips with being destroyed by Dark Demon. Congrats on the win against someone who wasn't even competition, I could have easily defeated the Heart Break Boy who dared to show himself at Showdown: Redemption and there was no proverbs or proclamations that would have saved him from eternal suffering.   

I'm done being silly and I'm done playing games.  This unmotivation that seeps from every pore of my being has led me to this point, in which I have to show passion just a little bit because you are now stepping in the way of the seven-figure checks that I will rightfully earn in the future.  Don't you think that it's a little funny that the card changed at the last minute? You see, I didn't have any plans to wrestle this upcoming Saturday but my dislike for Lioncross and everything that the old guard represents, left me to making sure that I went bookers and got you in a one-on-one match.  I'm like Chuck Scene?  I wrestled Chuck Scene and I don't have any sort of respect for a meninist, piece of scum, like that.  In fact, I found true salvation when Cameron Ella Eva beat that social justice warrior all over the ring and represented feminism in the 21st century of professional wrestling.  To think that I would be anywhere near similar to Chuck Scene is a goddamn insult to my character because I'm not a gender-phobic, piece of shit loser.  


I'm not going to bore you to tears telling you stories about my past accomplishments, or how I'm different than anybody else, cause I'm not.  I'm no one special but this business spit me up and chewed me out and left me with absolutely nothing but the truth: Hard work leads to manipulation and cowardice.  I believe that Pizza Boy even saw it...he saw the fact that they only used us for ratings gains, nothing more than indentured servants used to fuel the machine of inspiring more children to the danger of pro wrestling. So what brings you back? If you suffered everything that professional wrestling has done to you, why would you continue to endanger yourself in a world that doesn't give back?  You should have been savvy enough to know that you are doing nothing more than crippling yourself, and when you lying in a hospital bed...what more are you trying to prove?  You sought the "thrill" of competing? You wanted "glory"?  "Fame"?  "Fortune"?  You liked "Competition"?   


That's why I only want the paycheck.  I know what this sick, twisted and demented industry does to the veterans, and I know that I want a stable future outside of wrestling when my iron-clad contract eventually comes to an end.  That's why I'm gunning for the Interwire Championship, because that title gives me an opportunity to bargain for a bigger contract. You can't fire someone who holds a title can you?  Wait...Van....don't answer that.
You are nothing more than a paycheck, royalties, bonuses, and my 401K. I will fight for my luxury and this upcoming Saturday you better be prepared for something that was completely unexpected, an honest-to-god, passionate Samurai.

I had a revelation that told me that heaven and hell, while they juxtapose each other, somehow manage create a balance, almost similar to yin and yang. They both exist for the same purpose.

After that I had a vision.

And in this vision I saw hell on the road to redemption.

I saw heaven in the face of the World Heavyweight Championship.

And here I am.

I'm beginning to hit that unexplainable "stride" that many of the greats attribute their success to.

This flowstate, this sudden rush of adrenaline mixed with focus that taps into a whole different level of raw ability... I can feel it... it's finally at my fingertips. I found what I've been missing for too long now... I've found that incentive that I feel I've been missing; the reason behind my very being in this business. I've been a straggler for so long now... but when I stood over my opponents at Shock Value holding the World Heavyweight Championship, staring into the face of that belt I SAW SALVATION STARING BACK AT ME! And I think I know what's been my problem all along, I think -- I think -- I...

I think I've been thinking too much.

I think I... I've been obsessing over everything else but what really matters! I let thoughts of revenge misguide me, I let the spite fester deep inside me and what it's done is cloud my head for such a long time. I've been hard at work trying to compensate for every minor slip, and that pattern could lead anybody into a downward spiral of which there's seemingly no return. But there is a way out, and the first step to getting out of it is admitting it, and I can admit that my eye is back on the prize! It was when I lost that World Heavyweight Championship that I looked towards every direction besides the one direction I needed to get back to the top and that's up. I fell from grace and STUPIDLY the last place I looked to go from where I landed was back to the top! It's like I've had a blindfold on this whole entire time! It's like the last 10 or 11 months I've been in some delusional haze of stumbling from one objective to another like The Savage Ryans, or the Tag Team Championships, or coming after The Mercenaries like it's going to make me feel complete inside! Hahahahaha! How could I have been so stupid!? What was I thinking!? I don't need to beat The Mercenaries! I don't need to take down Hexa-Gun! I don't need to repeat history, I NEED TO BECOME WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! 

And what better way to gift wrap my 6th World Championship victory by putting in that fucking piece of shit Ryan Savage in the ring with me to do it!? And so what if I have to mow down Brian Daniels too! That just adds to the experience! Do you really think I give a fuck who I have to run through to take what as far as I'm concerned is mine!? Especially in this case when I've got all the more motivation to do it!? I'll stop dancing around this case and just get right to it! Ryan Savage wants to throw everything away??? He wants to piss away 18 months together just because he thinks I'm holding him back???? JUST WAIT UNTIL I SEE YOU INSIDE HIGH VOLTAGE, I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT IT'S LIKE TO REALLY BE HELD BACK! I'LL SHOW YOU THE HARSH REALITY OF COMPETING AT THE TOP OF THE MARQUEE WHERE YOU THINK EVERYTHING'S GOING FOR, YOU JUST TO HAVE IT ALL COME CRASHING DOWN! JUST FOR YOUR TITLE ASPIRATION TO BE DRILLED ON ITS HEAD STRAIGHT INTO THE GROUND JUST LIKE YOU DROVE ME INTO THE MAT RYAN!!! I'LL CRUSH YOUR DREAMS LIKE YOU CRUSHED OUR BROTHERHOOD AND WIPED IT AWAY!! I'LL ... I..... you know -- you know you've been such a complacent.... spoon fed... breast fed ... spoiled fucking rotten brat surviving and thriving under my wing for so long, that you don't seem to know what true failure is do you???? You don't! I think it just hit me! You don't know what it's like to take that kind of heat on your own because the biggest moments in your entire career involved teaming with me; and when we failed, we failed together, when The Savage Ryans didn't succeed at something it was always a reflection on me. We spent so much time in the spotlight together and even when things didn't go our way you didn't quite experience that sinking feeling that comes with colossal failure. That feeling you get when you decide to go balls to the wall and stake everything on one goal and come back with nothing. So of course you're not anxious heading into this match, of course it hasn't hit you yet, but it's going to hit you Ryan! I'M GOING TO HIT YOU, RYAN! LIKE A SPEEDING TRAIN, I'M GOING TO RUN STRAIGHT THROUGH YOU! THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU THROW AWAY YOUR SECURITY BLANKET! THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU TAKE PEOPLE LIKE ME WHO GENUINELY CARED FOR YOU AND GAVE A DAMN ABOUT YOU FOR GRANTED! You seem to want to take it out on me for all the times people tried to slight you of your accomplishments; your Young Lions Cup, your New Breed Championship, etc. You seem so desperate to step out from under my shadow and finally get some credit for yourself... but how much goddamn credit did you think you'd GET by antagonizing me huh!? Did you think all of this was going to come with a happy ending!? Like things are going to be smooth sailing for you now!? 

If you were half as observant as you pretend to be you'd know right and well that if people want to disparage you and try to find some way out of giving you credit, they'd do that and there's no stopping them. Open your fucking eyes for once you idiot, you were with me every step of the way as people constantly tried to bash me, count me out, call me an ankle weight to you, vice versa; and you watched as I defied ALL of those expectations! You saw me battle back from hopelessness and become World Heavyweight Champion and Elitist of the Year! You saw me rise above the hate, so you think acting out and flipping everything all on me is going to change peoples opinions??? Most of these pundits who were coming at you sideways have never experienced, in their lives, half of the success that you and I obtained in our alliance. But fuck it, why even try changing your perspective, you already made your bed right? YOU HAD YOUR CAKE, SO I'LL BE GLAD TO STUFF IT RIGHT DOWN YOUR FAT FUCKING FACE!!!! AND HERE'S ANOTHER NAIL TO THE COFFIN: YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY PEOPLE TRY TO UNDERMINE YOU AND CALL YOURSELF "DEDEDE'S LACKEY" AND ACCUSE YOU OF HANGING ON TO MY COATTAILS? BECAUSE THERE'S LEVELS BETWEEN US, RYAN! YOU WANT SO BADLY TO BE RECOGNIZED AS MY SUPERIOR??? RYAN, YOU'RE NOT EVEN MY EQUAL! YOU HAVEN'T FOUGHT THE KIND OF BATTLES I'VE FOUGHT, YOU HAVEN'T BEEN PUT THROUGH THE SAME KIND OF HELL AS ME! You think your little "war tactic" on Dynasty Wrestling was supposed to rattle me??????? Screwing me out of my match with Regulator and powerbombing me through the barricade and suddenly you think you've 'got me'?????? THAT'S SUPPOSED TO SCARE ME!?!? FUCK YOU! DON'T YOU FUCKING INSULT ME!!!! THAT WASN'T EVEN CLOSE TO MY BREAKING POINT!!!  DON'T FUCKING HALF-ASS THIS YOU HEAR ME!?!? You're right you're right--YOU'RE RIGHT, YOU ARE A THREAT TO ME OKAY? YOU HAVE THE INTEL ON ME, SO WHY DON'T YOU FUCKING USE IT!? BECAUSE I'M WARNING YOU, IF THAT LITTLE TRICK ON DYNASTY WAS AAAANY INDICATION OF WHAT YOU'VE GOT UP YOUR SLEEVE THEN THIS IS GOING TO BE A QUICK AND PAINFUL END TO YOUR SHORT AND LACKLUSTER "BREAK OUT" RUN, I PROMISE IT! I SWEAR IT! I SWEAR MY LIFE, ON MY SOUL, ON MY FAMILY, MY GOOD AND BAD KARMA, I SWEAR ON EVERYTHING I LOVE THAT I WILL MAKE YOU SUFFER MORE THAN YOU HAVE EVER SUFFERED BEFORE IN YOUR LIFE! I WILL RIP YOU APART PHYSICALLY AND EMOTIONALLY. I WILL MENTALLY FUCK YOU, I WILL PSYCHOLOGICALLY SKULL FUCK YOU, I WILL BASH YOUR FUCKING HEAD IN AND MAKE YOU THANK ME FOR IT AFTER! I WILL UNLEASH THE HELL THAT I'VE HAD PENT UP INSIDE OF ME ON YOU! I'LL DANCE WITH YOUR LIMP, BUSTED UP BODY IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT AND YOU'LL FINALLY GET YOUR WISH, BECAUSE YOU WILL DANCE WITH THE DEVIL IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT! SO TRY AGAIN RYAN! TRY AGAIN! TRY AGAIN TRY AGAIN TRY AGAIN TRY AGAIN! YOU DIDN'T BREAK MY NECK, YOU DIDN'T TAKE ME OUT, YOU DIDN'T INJURE ME, YOU DIDN'T FAZE ME, YOU DIDN'T RATTLE ME, YOU DIDN'T STARTLE ME, YOU DIDN'T SHOCK ME, YOU DON'T SCARE!!! ME!!!! SO FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE TRY AGAIN, I'M BEGGING YOU TO TAKE ANOTHER SHOT, AND THIS TIME AIM FOR THE HEAD..... BECAUSE THAT MIGHT BE THE LAST SHOT YOU GET BEFORE I RETALIATE!

............. It's something that I have to do.

..................I've got to drag you through hell to get to heaven.

....................... I saw heaven in the face of the World Heavyweight Championship. 

I saw my 'brother' Ryan Savage right next to Brian Daniels as they both were laying in paradise. But in times of complete chaos and war, the end to the pain and suffering are casualties. It takes casualties to reach your destination. It takes casualties to end the war. It takes destruction to bring forth a new life, and that title will be my resurrection. The destruction will lead my enemies to their paradise, and paradise exists beneath the shadow of a sword. I'd like to welcome you both to paradise... I'll be your guide.

I want to ask the very logical question in respective to my match: Do you see anyone more qualified than me to even be in the Answers World Championship match out of all of my opponents? The answer is no. Sure some of it is partially due to my opponent’s appalling quality but some of it is the pedigree and profession I give out week in and week out. After being highly criticized of walking out off of my return match against Warrior V1, a lot of people accuses me of being one of the following: arrogant, overconfident, a has-been along with the usual “Good enough to be in the main event conversation but never the main eventer himself due to being the bridesmaid, but never the bride!”. I might be many things and while I’ve accomplish many things in EAW? I can surely assure you that my best days are still a whole lot ahead of me and having this opportunity to actually face Devan Dubian, Scott Oasis or Hades is a direct send from the Lord. Beating the likes of El Landerson who many thinks will one day rise out of the ash and haunt all of us, Carson Ramsey everyone’s favorite pick until he crashes down and Jay Omen who for what it is put the sledgehammer to Alex Anderson’s career is only a warm up as to who I will confront in the near future as I got bigger fishes to fry. After all, what kind of potential world champion you are if you can’t defeat guys that you’re supposed to beat because they aren’t simply talented enough? So for all the talks of my mentality being weak, being ill-focused? I’m here to do one thing and one thing only: win. I am no longer playing second fiddle to guys that can’t even succeed without more help than he can possibly need. I am no longer going to be overlooked because I’m not exactly the new hot thing or I don’t have as much of a veteran’s credentials like a Mr. DEDEDE. I know that with a few people that are conspiring against me as we speak? This is an opportunity that I cannot slip up to fail. 

Now I want to ask everyone that do you see anyone more qualified than me to actually go up against the likes of Scott Oasis, Hades or Devan Dubian out of all of my opponents? I want to ask everyone that who gives the best probability of not just winning this match but also winning the Answers World Championship and being in the main event for Pain for Pride? All signs points to me. First off, Scott Oasis. I am one of the bigger proponents of Scott Oasis ever since his days from FWE and while I am not surprised by his gradual rise to the status of elite, it’ll still be some time before Oasis can actually win the world championship. To me, Oasis’ inexperience is a double edged sword. Sure you can point out that Oasis has the dynamisms to actually win the whole enchilada but if he goes up against a savvy veteran who is still fairly young like me? What if Oasis has to confront someone that has gone through earth-shattering obstacles that he hasn’t gone through in his career at all as going against Hades and Devan Dubian is indeed the biggest night of his career? Out of all of my opponents in the battle royal, you can surely say that I present the biggest challenge to a potential Scott Oasis’ reign. Next up, a man that I know very well and the same could be said about him: Hades. Now, knowledge is a double edged sword as Hades and I know both our strengths and weakness over the years as he is my mentor who helps grasp the wrestling scene and give me the necessary guidance for the basics of wrestling. And as much as Hades has contributed as to how good of a mentor he could be, one of these days you have to not relied off of your mentor. Hades may have showed me the ropes during my early professional days but I can tell you that Hades didn’t expect to me to develop who I am after we were done being in the same promotions. He didn’t expect me to develop the potential of not just being a main eventer but rather a cornerstone of a franchise. Along with every battles we’ve been apart of either as a team or against each other over the past four years, there is no one more suited than myself out of everyone to challenge a potential Hades’ world championship reign. It wouldn’t surprise me one bit if Hades walked out of Shock Value with the Answers World Championship but there is one thing I will assure you? Hades might have the most unappreciated credentials when it’s all said and done to be a hall of famer but if there is any reason as to why you won’t in the next edition? It’s because you’ll be in the wrong place at the wrong time with a relatively short reign to yours truly. Last and certainly not least out of all the people in my battle royal, who is the most likely candidate to beat the current Answers World Champion: Devan Dubian. You see Devan Dubian may or may not admit this deep down but his biggest attribute is not his talent although that deserves some credential as it is rightfully elite but the reason why he even has that championship in his shoulder is because of one thing: the fact that he can actually treat EAW like a game of chess. For once, Devan Dubian may have realize that EAW is not just about winning every matches but rather winning every war and seeing how he used Starr and Brian as a divide and conquer strategy is nothing but help to applaud. Devan is also staying out of trouble between Hades and Oasis’ recent bloodshed and rather than wasting his resources on doing something unnecessary? He stays out of it. As much as I applaud his development of acting like chess guy, if there is any man that can beat Devan’s only weakness? It’s me. I know what it’s like to get under Devan’s skin and throw him off of his game. I know how to manipulate and exploit in the grand scheme of things and do you see anyone out of my opponents in the battle royal that will even scheme? Sure scheming is a very shady thing to do but politically in order to take down someone like Devan Dubian? It’s easier to grab power rather than maintain it. Here I am saying do you see the likes of El Landerson, Carson Ramsey, Clark Duncan scheming their way to go against one of the best manipulators in the game against Dubian? The answer is no. I have shown that I can be manipulative, cunning while all showing the elite talent that I once and still possess. It’s this simple everyone, sure you may have a few specific people to win this match but there is only one logical answer as to whose riding off the coattails of a rising momentum along with who is the best suited to go against whoever will win the Answers World Championship….Me. 

As much as I want to talk about how I am the best candidate to face up whoever is winning the Answers World Championship at Shock Value or how much I’ve changed mentally, let’s get to the gist as to why I will be having my shot of winning the Answers World Championship: my opponents. It does takes two to tango and while I would like to think that I’m the one who everyone will be targeting and respectfully so, I am not fearful of being targeted by guys who don’t even belong in this company. I am not petrified by guys who brings disgrace to the “Elite” in Elite Answers Wrestling by either not being talented enough to cut it at Battleground but gets promoted anyways due to some cronies in the back that doesn’t know how to stick to the Elite mantra or simply? My opponents for what it is worth are not mentally ready to even be in this company because it’s one thing about winning a specific match. It’s a whole lot another thing when my opponents lack the confidence every single week about their chances of winning against their respective opponents. And for the majority of my opponents at Shock Value? It seems like they are trying to convince themselves rather than to their opponents they are confronting that they are even a threat to anyone in the Land of Elite. That is something that makes me cringe in this business. That is something that makes me wonder who the hell the scouts for EAW are because I shouldn’t be winning an opportunity to have a shot for the Answers World Championship against third tier opponents. No. I should be winning my opportunity against guys who actually are a competition with the likes of Liam Catterson, J.D. Damon, Aren Mstislav yet here I am going against guys who are either champions due to being aligned with corporation, against guys whose hype is what defines them in general: hype. Or I’m going against guys that simply don’t cut it to even be in this business. It makes me cringe because I didn’t signed up to go against a bunch of scrubs to actually solidify myself as a main eventer. I wanted to against the best of the world, why else did I went against the likes of Y2Impact, Mr. DEDEDE not too long ago? It’s because I feel entitled to go against the best of what the world has to offer and make myself a better wrestler with an experience that you won’t get by going against third tier opponents. But alas, if this is something I didn’t want? There is always the case of me saying that I truly do deserve of having a shot for the Answers World Championship and if there is anyone that wants to challenge my claim? Please proceed.