It’s such a surreal feeling when you return to something you love the most. The emotion that takes over your body, the adrenaline rush, the will to succeed in whatever it is you may be doing, it all comes back to you. Some get butterflies, some return better than others. This could be returning to an old job, hobby, anything you can imagine. The majority of people leave what they love doing for something a little more important than what that may be. For instance, if you were to leave a career you loved so much because you had a family emergency and had to take that leave for a while, when you made your return back to that career, you would either be nervous or excited. It’s human nature. The best part of it all? Making a statement in your return.

I'm back…

It’s been a long time coming, but I have finally made it back to this beautiful company. I left on some bad times, considering I was fired, but in all reality, I was the definition of Elite. For those who don’t know me, my name is Jason Cage. A couple years ago, I took EAW by storm and became the first ever EAW Elite Champion after defeating Jared Cage. I stole the interest of StarrStan, who then wanted MY Title and in the long run, got exactly what he wanted. I made a name for myself in the short time that I was here and I accomplished things most don’t accomplish until later on in their career. I am the best technical wrestler known to man today and I’ve done nothing but prove otherwise. I could talk about why I was away for so long and that’s not going to change anything. I can’t rewind time and go back to beat StarrStan to retain MY Elite Championship. I can’t go back to somehow prevent myself from getting fired. What matters is that I’m back and I’m not going anywhere! A couple weeks ago, a hooded man intervened in a match including Kevin Devastation. Some questions started popping up about who it could be and why the hooded man would do what he did. Last week, Kevin was demanding the hooded man to reveal himself, so I did. I’m not here to play games. I made my statement. I made the roster question who it could be. I shocked everyone, including Kevin himself. I spoke the truth to Kevin and angered the devil himself. He thought it would be the right thing or something, I’m not quite sure what he was thinking, to try and attack me, but within seconds I had him in the Forced Confession, my version of the Crippler Crossface, and had him writhing in pain. It took more than twelve officials to get me to let go of the hold and away from Kevin. It took that many just to get me away. You’ll learn not to get on my bad side. Unfortunately for Kevin, he was playing games and wasn’t able to finish the part. I AM ELITE. I am the founder of Elite. No one will ever be able to replace that, plain and simple. Not StarrStan, not Kevin Devastation, no one.

I am the one and only.

With that being said, this week I have my return match against a man by the name of Shawn Hunter in MY type of match. Not only am I returning to the Land of ELITE, I am returning in a Submission match. I haven’t seen or heard from Shawn this week so quite frankly, I could give a rats ass about him. Those who know me know that this match will not last long and it will end with me snapping his neck. Shawn, if you happen to hear me before our match, you have no idea what you’re in for. I’m going to end this right here and now. I do not feel the need to waste my breath when I have better things to be doing with my time. Listen closely, Shawn. I have one thing on my mind right now, tomorrow, next week, next month, next year, and so forth.

I’m going to lock you in the Forced Confession and you will be forced to…

TAP OR SNAP!

A fresh start, a new beginning...


So Gabriel Eden and I have decided to team up, and not without good reason. You see, as we stated on the last episode of Voltage, we're sick and tired of always coming up on the losing end of matches, and rather than bitch and moan about it, we've decided to be proactive about it, and combine our skills to make a damn good team that will leave behind a legacy that will be one to admire, Higher Power.




There have been many great wrestlers in EAW that have gone on to become legendary in their own right, and a good bunch of them started in a tag team. They honed their skills in the team, and leaned from each other, and that's what Gabe and I are going to do as well. We're going to take the tag team division by storm, and show EAW and the world that we are a force to be reckoned with, that we are not just a couple of kids you can get an easy win out of.




Now, this upcoming Voltage will be the debut match of Higher Power, where Gabe and I finally out our money where our mouth is. We have to prove to the audience that we aren't all talk, and that we are damn serious about being in the tag team division. Our opponents, are Scott Oasis and Hades.




And you know what? I'm a bit disappointed by our opponents. Don't get me wrong, Scot and Hades are two immensely talented guys, and two whom I wouldn't mind facing in any other circumstance, but lets face it, they're not a team. They're at odds with each other, and if I had to put money on it, I'd say the odds of them working together are slim to nil. But, I guess Gabe and I have to take what we're given, and we sure as shit will. Tomorrow night is the beginning of something amazing in EAW, the team of Higher Power. We may not be facing an actual team, but we'll prove that we are capable of holding our own in the tag team division, and that we're here to stay. Tomorrow night is the start our our journey toward the tag team titles.

A dead rat? Really Nick? Really? That's all you have to say to me. You whine time and time again about the past. In fact, you remind me of why you couldn't get far in the federations you were apart of. If you want to see a dead rat, Nick, just come to New York City and look at the subway tracks. And if you want to see a whiny little bitch, I suggest you just look in the mirror. 

Tick goes the time, Nick. Tick goes the time until the clock explodes. Tick goes the time until the clock detonates and shows you your true reality. Come Voltage, you'll see why your "two month hiatus" should really been a hiatus for a lifetime. You're gonna wish that whatever you did during hiatus could have continued. Because whatever drugs, depressions, or injuries you suffered, none of it as much of pain as it is to step into the ring with Warrior V1 come Voltage. Because in actuality, it goes like this. I brought you into the world of wrestling. I nurtured you like my own son. I made you a man, I trained you and I created you into a pretty damn good wrestler. And what did you do, Nick? When I let you fly free, you flew too close to the sun. You're nothing but Icarus. You're nothing but dust after the sunlight exposes you. 

Your hubris is that of your downfall, Nick. Your extreme pride will be your tragic flaw. And Warrior V1 knows all of your flaws. Warrior V1 knows all of your weaknesses. Hell, I created your strengths. I'm the father who saved you from the forsaken land. I'm the father who gave you wings. I constructed wings out of feathers and wax, and I let you soar. Yet you soar too high. And you came crashing down below. Your ascensions will ruin you. Your overly ambitious mannerism will sink you until you drown. The same way your hubris let you fly till you burnt. 

I want to save you, Nick. Tick goes the time until the clock explodes. 

I want to help you, Nick. 

You can go down the right path. 
The Version One path. 

And this Sunday, you'll be the newest member of the Version 1 Society, whether by force or by enlightenment. 

Who are you to mock my ethnicity and culture? Do you realize that this is the 21st century and we are in an age of cultural tolerance? I might have to go onto my macbook pro and go post another passive aggressive status on my Facebook and Instagram, I might even use a motivational picture. According to The Pizza Boy, this is what we lazy millenials do. That's funny... What decade were you born in? What generation do you think you belong to? Not only am I older than you but you seem to be one of those fedora-wearing nice guys who just keeps getting friendzoned by the wrong people. You fit into my generation a lot more than you think. 

Let's face it, we are both two competitors with stupid names who are going to go out there bareknuckled and FIGHT. This is not some wrestling match, this isn't an MMA bout, no...this is a fight, we are having a fight. I can go on and on about all the MMA training that I had throughout my youth but I'm going to use every little illegal tactic that I can think of such as biting, scratching, and fish-hooking.  Hell, I might even grab your prized pizza cutter and slice your balls off.

That isn't the "Samurai Code" because I abandoned that a long time ago. I carry that title as a wandering ronin, in name only. You can call my lust for money, greed, but I see it as an opportunity to retire with happiness instead of being broken down. Have you thought that far, Pizza Boy? What happens when you have to call an end to your career and you didn't make it? You didn't create the memories that stirred up deep in your young impressionable soul? I don't need heart like the great Mexican boxers of the past, I can just buy an artificial one with all the money I'll be making by leveraging my fight against you.

Every single attack, every single act of violence was nothing more than an opportunity for a paycheck. I saw that you had nothing going for you in the near future so I created a marquee fight by attacking you from behind. Look at all the popularity for our fight that I've generated and relish in the fact that you will never get another fight as big as this. I'm my own hype man and trying to build you up was a special challenge. You are vanill... plain...boring...nothing more than the Mary Sue of the young, rising elitist, the true definition of Fifty Shades of Gray in a world full of color. 

Nothing more than a piss-ant Pizza Boy.

As we further towards the beginning of the new week, I find myself in a deeply rooted quarrel with myself, one which has plagued my mind for the majority of the current week; should I or shan’t I?  

Should I show up to compete in this match or shan’t I?

Should I betray him in a manner similar to which he had double-crossed me two weeks ago or shan’t I?

Ah, decisions, decisions.  If I’m going to be perfectly honest the brewing rivalry between me and Oasis has become a bigger priority than the match I’m contemplating no-showing and for good reason.  The Higher Power didn’t intrude in my match two weeks ago after blatantly disrespecting me on the mic.  They didn’t belittle me as a performer or make egregious claims to something they’d have no chance at ever obtaining but that over-grown, fur-faced, piece of Baltimore sewage waste did.

I was reduced to sitting in the back watching him make a spectacle of the legacy I strived so hard to build.  Then as my mind started racing I thought about my wife – my three kids back in North Carolina who were probably watching this bitter individual tear into their dear old Dad; and that’s when anger began to settle in (F.Y.I him questioning my role in the No.1 contender’s match as opposed to the man I was up against didn’t do me any favors either).  It took everything in my power not to act that night.  I had a match with the Answer’s World Champion which had to be my main focus.  I had to go full-on Hakunna Matata and put it all behind me – his accusations and his slanderous remarks, but then the unthinkable came.  He took advantage of two individuals that weren’t aware of his presence then gloated about it; he wore and wielded our blood on his hands as if it were some sort of medal or trophy to honor an achievement of his.   And that is when I decided I would take no more of this.  Not only from Scott Oasis, but from anyone in the EAW.  I’m tired of being referenced in past tense – like as a former Answer’s World Champion for example – because I’ve managed to accomplish a hell of a lot in this year alone.  I killed Dynasty extending my Pain for Pride record to three consecutive victories, I played a major role in a revolution that has changed the landscape of the EAW forever, and participated in more high prolific matches than DEDEDE, Dark Demon, the Heart Break Boy, and any other athlete in this damn company!

I know that I am veered as one cruel son of a bitch on most days and am rightfully despised because of it, but I deserve a lot more respect than I am given.

In Oasis’ case, I completely understand why he’d be frustrated, but why is the frustration being wafted in my direction?  I’ve done nothing but try to help him make a name for himself by giving him his first big break at Territorial Invasion.  The night he was supposed to finally break into the main event picture; but he failed to impress.  After all the complaining he’s done about not getting an honest chance in this company, I decided to throw him the ball, and unfortunately for him he fumbled; and now holds me accountable for his inability to seize given opportunities.

The conflict between us has become more personal than business.  So should an opportunity arise where I feel as though I can exact my revenge – like I’d planned to last week before a certain Champion got involved – then I will take it.  Which spells out good things for Eden and Marshall, but don’t let it swell your head.  There still lies the possibility that he may not even show up for this match, and I’m no stranger to two on one conflict.  If that’s how it’s got to be then I’m prepared for the long haul.  But from what I gather examining your separate track records and success – or lack thereof – that even with your combined attributes: brain power, strength, and things of that nature; you’re still a few cheerios short of a balanced breakfast.

 
It really is interesting how someone can change when their back is pressed against the wall. But this? I couldn’t have expected you to go to these sorts of lengths. So you want to suggest someone is being racist against you now? Well, that’s just all too funny. I don’t think anyone, Maria nor I, ever insinuated our comparisons of you and Haruna had anything to do with skin color or cultural background. Maybe she did, but I sure as hell didn’t. I’m not blind; I came to those conclusions by watching your actions. But somehow, you let this one go to your head and seriously strike a nerve. You’re wrong to think I compare you to Haruna because of passion. That’s where you two differ. You are much, much more passionate right now than she is. She’s had her passion flicker in and out like a candle reaching its very bottom. Notice how she needed to challenge me, out of nowhere, and find something to lean on to regain that passion. I don’t see that with you. I think you have your own passion turned up to 11, and I can see how much you want to get that across to everything. You can pretend to think your individual with your own goals are bigger than just the Vixens, but I think you’ll find this is a common theme. HBG has done it. Cameron has done it, as well as so many others. It’s only natural for every Vixen on this roster to have the same attitude. First make your mark as a Vixen, then show them you can be ever but the Elitist as anyone else on the EAW roster. Have you noticed that I’m already fighting Elitists? No, you probably haven’t. Because you don’t seem to know anything about me at all.
 
Where is this ‘I’ll Show You,’ crap you’re talking about coming from? You mean like the narrative you’re spinning, right? That’s what this whole message to me and Maria was about. The very last thing you said indicates as much. But, that’s ok. We’ll ignore your obvious deficiencies and mistakes this week and focus on what you claim to be mine. You think that I’ve talked a lot of shit? Well, I think I’ve actually been pretty nice to you in comparison to the garbage-level wrestler they’re putting in the ring with us. I talk to Maria the way I do because it’s the only way to get through to her. And to be honest, it’s fun to speak to her that way. Because she gets so riled up. It brings such a smile to my face knowing the princess is angry and not getting her way because someone is telling her off. We aren’t princesses, Cloud, so let’s not act like Maria. Just like you have for me, I have confidence in your abilities. After the Empress tournament began, and you came in just a bit too late to join, I was disappointed. It was clear to me then that you deserved one of those spots over the others. I have to think you would have done better than the girl who had her career ended by Cam in the first round. But for you to think I’m lost or whiny, or even a teenager in my actions is just out of touch. You will hardly be the one that’s going to preach to me about how you’re a grown ass woman. You’re free to display those qualities to Maria, who needs exactly that sort of therapy from someone in this company. I’m not running from anyone or anything. I’m making my own choices, and that’s what grown ass, independent women do.
 
You’ve got it all wrong if you think I needed the Iconomy. Go back to before the Empress tournament, when I stood up in my press conference and said I told those guys to stay away from that tournament. I could have had them show up and cheat me into wins week in and week out, but I didn’t want to cheat this division of what it really deserved. Just like I wouldn’t want to cheat you by not bringing everything I have into this match. I take pride in everything I do in this company. This place won’t eat my alive, just like this business hasn’t eaten me alive because I can go home every night and smile at everything I have. I get to do what I love, and sadly not everyone in this world can say that. The Iconomy needed me. They needed the extra ‘flavor’ I brought to the group by extending their visibility into the Vixens Division. I don’t want that affiliation anymore because they no longer stand for what they did. I joined Iconomy because they told me they were going to fight for the middle class of the EAW roster, the ones that were just as deserving of getting big matches as the ones who had become stagnant in their positions at the top. But they don’t stand for that anymore, and I won’t stand for the type of group JJ Silva intends to lead anymore. That’s how I prove my independence. I’m not running away, I’m standing up for what I believe in, and for what you should believe in too. You should be deserving of opportunities for what you do week in and week out, not because you’re still hanging around from when you were good in the past.
 
This isn’t shit talking coming from me, but pure honesty. You are not a Haruna clone. Haruna would not have chosen to come back at her opponents with the type of fire you did. If Maria wants to choose to see you as a copycat, than so be it. Let her make that mistake and make her pay for it. But when it comes down to the end, this match will be about me and you. Yes, she’ll serve as the necessary distraction, but you know that we are both miles ahead of her in talent and determination. But when it comes down to the end, it won’t be you putting me through a table, and I won’t be watching you carry that ghost momentum into next week for a title match. I don’t care which one of you I have to smash through that table to win, I will do it. Your six years on your own doesn’t mean a damn thing to me. I spent nine on my own before I came to EAW, and being a part of Iconomy didn’t make me any weaker. And it didn’t take away my ability to be an independent woman either. But your mind is clearly made up about me, however wrong your facts might be. I’ll be smiling at the end of this match, and I hope you will be, too. I know exactly who you are, but you’ve got me all wrong, Cloud. And it’s going to be a mistake you wish you didn’t make.

(Cloud is sitting alone in the EAW locker room by herself, leaning forward)

So I go from “Who are you?” to “Haruna Wannabe” huh? I guess that’s moving in some kind of direction I suppose. I mean, other than that being 50 shades of racist, I can see where you’re both coming from…

(Looks up)

Not.

Mrs. Dillon-Deimos/Elite/Silva/etc. and Mrs. Gonzales-Kaline, I’ll play your game. Let’s say I am a Haruna clone. Up until our match is over, I want the two of you to keep thinking that okay? Good. One thing I can say is that girl has more passion for this division than all of us combined. That’s right; I’m even throwing myself into the pot and calling the kettle black. My goals lie beyond this division, but that “impactful heartbreak” will be brought up at another day and time. For now, I’m going to settle for you two sad face clowns. You criticize my time spent with my buddy Minns where we chill and watch movies? You roll your eyes at my joke and smile attitude with the industry? It’s called loving your job. I like to have fun, because as you’re both aware this business can be very dog-eat-dog. It’ll chew you up and spit you right out. Honestly, if either of you can’t walk out of the arena every other night with at least a grin on your face, then I foresee a grim future for you Mrs. Dillon-Sakazaki/etc. and Mrs. Gonzales-Kaline. Before I know it, I’ll get a text from Minns or Aria telling me TMZ reported the two of you doing skype sex for cash. Now, to get at both of you individually, something either of you know nothing about. You both seem a little slow on the trigger so I’ll clarify: that was a ‘joke’ about your lack of individuality. Ha, ha, giggle, giggle, ‘Oh Cloud! You so crazy!’

(Sighs)

Maria. I’m better than you. Get over it. I’ve already proven it. You couldn’t even kick out of one finisher of mine. What makes you think you can win if I can toss you around whenever and however I god damn please? I had high hopes for you, and I still do, but divorce your wife and get back to me after six months of marriage counseling. Calilin’s right, stay the hell out of grown folks business and let us give the fans the match they deserve to see. Speaking of which…

Cailin, I swear if I don’t walk out of that ring feeling some kind of pain, I’m going to hate you forever. Seriously, all that shit you’re talking, you better back it up. I have the up most confidence in your abilities. I’ve seen you take on all comers. Even on the Indy circuit I’ve watched your early stuff. But lately, this whole “I’ll show you! I’ll show you all!” running away from home attitude is just…juvenile. Don’t worry Mrs. Dillon-Iconomy, I got you. A swift kick to your head will knock that whiny, lost teenager out of your system and then you’ll realize you’re in the ring with a grown ass woman.

(Stands up, revealing to be wearing a Haruna Dream Trigger shirt)

As I’ve said, I’ll be your Haruna clone. I want it to sink into your simple brains that I am her. Please, for the love of all that is holy when you get into that ring think of me that is her. Because once that bell ring, you will clearly see that I am not Haruna Sakazaki, joshi pop idol. I am Cloud fucking Matsuda, the evolution of joshi puroresu. But, it’ll be too late because you both were prepared to face Haruna, not a Sky Princess with the most lethal finisher in the Vixens Division. That combined with your lack of individuality is why you will lose this match. Not lack of talent or a bad day, but your arrogant assuming with your lack of self-identification. You both want to break away from your little families? Then welcome to the borderlands where I’ve been fighting for scraps on my own for the past six years! Then when I’m done with the both of you, I’m going to walk into the specialist scramble with my momentum and walk out champion.

This weekend I go from “Who are you?” to “Haruna Wannabe” to “That Bitch Who Put Me through a Fucking Table!”


(Walks off)

    This is how the story begins. Just two weeks ago, I was setting my sights on the Pure Championship, and just last week I was charting a new path. Honestly, when Daniel Marshall first came to me, I saw him a man coming to me seeking something that resembled hope. After suffering that loss to Liam Catterson a couple of weeks ago, I found myself thinking about Daniel’s proposition, and no matter which way I chose to look at it, I couldn’t find any reason why I shouldn’t join forces with him, because as I feel we have both learned quickly during our time here in EAW, it helps to have friends. When I first showed up in EAW, I assumed like many people I’m sure, that I could fight my way to the top on my own, and like those before me, I was wrong.

    Upon the proverbial birth of Higher Power as a unit, our debut as a unit seems to be a bit one-sided to a fault. I mean, on any normal circumstance, I would love to find myself in the ring with men the likes of Scott Oasis and Hades, but teaming them together in the middle of their dick waving contest for another man’s championship? Now that’s just poor form isn’t it? These two men are at odds, and yet someone felt it would be a good idea to put their newest tag team in a match against this misaligned rivalry. That’s either really good for us, or it’s really bad for them, either way, the match goes as planned.

    Fortunately, Daniel and I have a lot of similarities when we step between the ropes, and because of that, when we step between those ropes at Voltage, we are coming to deliver a wake-up call, not just to Oasis and Hades, but to whoever is lucky enough to leave House of Glass as the Unified Tag Team Champions. We said it at Voltage, and we meant it. Daniel and I are not going to stop until those titles are around our waist, and if that quest begins by going through Scott and Hades, then as painful and unforgettable as it may be, it’s a task that the two of us are ready to deal with.



    Now Scott, allow me to be honest with you for a moment. You are indeed a former champion, looking to finally claw your way to the top, and I respect that, truly I do. The fact that you’re loud, belligerent, and all-around obnoxious holds no bearing on your ability and your drive. The problem you face now though is three-fold. On one hand, you are teamed with a man who would much rather see you dead then help you. Hell, after the way Hades spiked you last week, if I were you I’d be looking to make a statement, and from what I know of you Scott, I feel like fireworks will be in order. Then there’s your second dilemma, the EAW Answers World Champion Devan Dubian has had his matches with each of you interrupted by the other, and quite honestly, I’m assuming he’s ready to put you both on your backs in quick fashion. This match would certainly prove as good a time as any to exact revenge, but hopefully, he lets Daniel and I have our chance to make ourselves heard so to speak. 

    That leads me to my third point Scott. While the two of you are at odds, Daniel and I are on the same page. Regardless of how you feel about Hades, about Dubian, or about the Pope himself for that matter, at Voltage Scott, you are facing down a machine that will not be stopped. With none of our aspirations sitting on your shoulders, you are but another obstacle that Higher Power must overcome to get where we want to be. Mix that with the unobtainable chaos that makes this match so anticipated Scott, and we find ourselves on a collision course that is destined to end in ruin. By the end of the night Scott, we may very well bring the entire arena down with us, but no matter how you try to spin it, it’s about time that you come to terms with the fact that your fate lies in the hands of the Higher Power.

 The time for a trivial back and forth war of words is quickly coming to a close, and what lies just after it promises to be something that will not easily be forgotten. Make sure you think about that while you lace your boots Sunday night Scott. Daniel and I are primed and ready to tear up the trail that leads to the top, and at Voltage, that road begins on your back. You’re not in it alone though Scott, after all, you do have a partner that MIGHT be there for you don’t you? Another former Interwire Champion, much like yourself, Hades will be there to take part in all of this as well. The difference between the two of you aside from the obvious Scott is that he knows what it means to be Answers World Champion. You’re fighting with your back to the wall, trying to show Hades that you are on his level, yet everyone around you seems to be doubting that. What is it you feel Scott? What unearthly entity has taken hold of you and driven you to the lengths of your own personal sanity No longer will Daniel and I remain pariahs in this company, left alone and discarded for lost. I look forward to the fight you bring with you to Voltage Scott, and as much as I would love to enter this one-sided game of mental chess, I have been thinking a little bit about the situation that I am faced with, and I feel that there is more I need to address that just might be above your pay grade.

    Yes Hades, I’m referring to you. While you may feel as if your blood is boiling to the point where the careers of men are no longer sacred, you have yet to think about how Scott is taking all of this in are you? You believe that your past dictates his future, and that you have nothing to fear from Scott right? The only hole in your logic is that Scott seems to be coming after you like some kind of animal, one that’s possibly been backed into a corner. Mix his temper with his current situation and the implications it brings with it Hades, and you find a recipe for disaster, the kind that may sweep you from your pedestal and slam you back down to earth. That’s something I’ve noticed about the veterans in this company. While each of you may have held the world in your hands at some point, no matter how long ago it was, you all cling to it, using it like some sort of crutch or scale to validate your status among the younger talent. You see, when men like Daniel and I put our names on those contracts, we did so with the sole intention of traveling the path of those of you before us, and showing the world a different way to walk it.



    Settle your scores, evaluate your consequences, and then bring your best to the ring because once that bell rings, Daniel and I will be giving our all and we will accept nothing less than perfection in that ring. Oh, it’s going to be a fight, there’s no doubt in my mind about that. Which twists and turns this fight takes are of no concern. All that matters is when that bell rings at the end of the night, it is Daniel and I, standing proudly with our arms held in the air in victory. If I’ve said it once, I’ll say it again…

...Your fate now rests in the hands of the Higher Power...

Debut Promo

[The video begins with the camera providing an over-the-shoulder shot of PRP, who is laying back, tanning, on a lawn chair on a beach in San Juan, Puerto Rico. As PRP sits up, the camera shits to a side view of him. He removes his sunglasses, runs his hand through his hair, shifts over, looks into the camera, and begins to speak.]

Aww. Its beautiful isn't it? Look at this place. This is a dreamland. This is heaven on Earth. This is eden. Seriously, take a look.

[The camera pans over the entire beach area. The tide is low, the sun is bright and the tourists are everywhere. There's various hotels and resorts visible in the distance. The camera then refocus onto PRP.]

Sunshine. Hotels galore. Resorts along the coast. Tourists with the enthusiasm of a child running after the ice cream truck. This is where its at right? There isn't anything better than this, right?

Wrong.

See, while the scenery may be gorgeous, its all superficial. What you don't see is what really defines this place. A corrupt government. A fed up citizenry. A sky high crime rate. Daily drug deals. The worst economy in all of the western hemisphere. That's what really defines this place. Puerto Rico is lipstick on a pig. It is a hellhole masquerading as paradise. And I can't think of a better explanation of why I'm here, in EAW, and what exactly my intentions are. You see, I want to be my what my country superficially appears to be. I want to live in the luxury that I get to see others enjoy. I want to find my own paradise. A real one, that belongs to me, and that everyone knows is mine and mine only. I'm here to find my paradise. I'm here to fight my way from hell, and fight all the way to my personal heaven. You see, I'm not here for the sport, not for the spirit of competition, not to entertain the fans, not to make friends, not even because I enjoy hurting people, which I'm merely indifferent about. I'm here to make money, I'm here to get famous, I'm here to be remembered. I'm here for the glory. And the only way to do that, is to kick ass, and physically force yourself to the top, to ascend, to leave no doubts and not give anyone a reason to give you anything but the accolades and accomplishments that you deserve. So as a fair warning to anyone who may be seeing this: I'm coming, and let it be known, that I am not a patient man. 

[PRP gets up from his lawn chair and begins walking down the shoreline. Along the way, he kicks down the sand castle of some tourist child, who promptly starts crying. PRP mutters "gringo pendejo" to himself as the shot fades out that scene and into a new one. The new scene is of PRP sitting on the bench of a caserio or housing project/ghetto.]

So here it s, where it all began. Right before it all begins again. You see, there's only a few people that really matter. There are waaaaaay more dreamers than achievers. That's a harsh reality that we all live with, though we all, especially in this "business", seem to find ways into convincing ourselves that we are the latter rather than the former. The fact is, however, that there are only a few people every generation that come along and will be worth remembering later on. I am one of those people. I am the next one. And while most people will hear this and dismiss it as the latest rookie hotshot thinking that their the shit when they have't proven anything, just know that I am many things, most nothing to be proud of, but one thing I am not is a liar. Shit, I told everyone that I wouldn't go to jail, not because I was law abiding, but because no one was gonna stop me. I told everyone that I was a fighter, and now I'm getting my feet wet at the top of the fighting industry. And I'm telling you all now: I am going to make it. Week by week, I will rise. I will become the most important man in EAW. I will be Mr 24/7, because thats going to be the amount of time people spend talking about me; ALL THE TIME. And all of that starts this week.

It starts this week against Calvin Havoc, otherwise known as a sick science experiment gone wrong. Calvin is actually the answer to the question; "what happens when you eat paint chips as a kid"? You get a freak who is paraded around on a leash. A barbaric-savage-thing that does not belong in a civilized society. In a way, I'm kind of glad that I'm facing him in my debut. What happens to him will be a perfect representation of how I will handle anyone here who simply play a role, whether it be one of circus freak, fan favorite, or obstacle in my way. I will dissect them, and force them to tap out and admit to being beneath me. But in all honesty, not to outright dismiss Calvin because he made it to EAW so he must have something going for him, but this match isn't about him. Its barely even a real match or competition. In reality, all this is, is a showcase for me. What we have here are two names, whom most people watching will be unfamiliar with, and only one of those names will be remembered. The Pitbull. The Puerto Rican Pitbull.

[Fade to black]

 

Speaking of here we go again, shall I take a page from your book to start this one, Maria?
 
I know you waited all week to see what Cloud and I had to say. I think what you really needed was time to put your words together, to form them together in just the right way. But did you needed this whole week to spew out that hot garbage? It was coming out so fast I couldn’t tell if you even knew what you were really saying any longer. You hit on so many points about me, but you got so many things wrong. To tell the truth, the thought of Madison as the Vixens champion is so revolting to me that I want to puke. But the idea that you would ever hold any title in EAW is far from revolting — it’s one hilarious dream that you’ve concocted in your head. You’ve spent so much time as the secondary piece of the Dollhouse Killers that it really has warped your mind beyond repair. Your brain is effed three ways from Sunday, but yet someone still gives you an outlet to come out every week and wait until the eleventh hour to attempt to look tough. Guess what, hunny, you don’t come across as tough at all. No one is scared of Maria Gonzales, and no one thinks of you and the word champion in the same sentence. I’ve grown so sick and tired of the narrative that I hear from so many of you Vixens around here. Haruna thinks she deserves a title. You think you deserve a title. The only person that deserves a title, is the person that goes in that ring and wins that match to rightfully win that championship. But no, you’re so entitled because you’ve been here longer than a few girls that are actually outperforming you. And now, before your precious time runs out, it seems you are begging for everything you can get. Are you really so deft that you don’t believe every last Vixen and Elitist in EAW has the same goal as you? Remove your tongue from Madison’s ass and open your eyes. You aren’t special. In fact, you’re actually quite ordinary.
 
I find it very amusing that you wish to serve me a “tasteful reminder” that you didn’t take the loss in our match on Dynasty. You seem to have already forgotten the way I kicked your teeth out of your mouth while Madison was busy being pinned like the terrific paper champion she is. What I expect you to show me this Sunday is another glaring example of why you just don’t have what it takes to be a champion in EAW. You go around week after week and continue to tell us that you are better than the rest of us, but you have less to show for it than half the Vixens that started well after you planted your self in this company. How ironic though, that you put me in a class of people who doesn’t know how to rely on myself. Once again you’re either blind, dumb or severely misinformed. I’ll own up to the mistake I made by joining Iconomy. But I would hardly say the recent results of that decision make it out to look like a bad one. Have you fought Hexa-gun recently? Oh yeah, no you haven’t. Those opportunities only come for the truly talented ones I guess. Maybe Madison would get that shot, but you? Oh god, Heart Break Gal would literally murder you. But for you to somehow latch any success I’ve had here to Haruna, is a miserable failure on your part. I see it was at this point of the venom you tried to spit at me that you lost all control of what you were saying and if any of it made a damn bit of sense. I’ve fought the girl two times and she’s obsessed with me. Nothing about what I’m doing in EAW has anything to do with her. For some reason, you tried to take a conversation in the weight room and make it seem as if I’m using Haruna to promote myself. If you were really watching who’s doing what these days in EAW, maybe you’d realize Haruna is trying to latch on to me to find her own success. But I don’t need her, and I don’t need the Iconomy. Anyways, how can someone like you really try to say a thing about attaching to another wrestler. Umm, hello… you are Madison’s lap dog whether you choose to believe that or not. Also, I’m not Aria’s personal tag partner, so you can drop that pathetic sidekick bit. Remember when you guys cheated so the ref wouldn’t see a clear tag I made to her. Oh, nope, I’m sure you don’t. Because nothing you guys ever do is cheating, right? It’s just all about winning. Maybe I should drag a chair over for this table match… introduce your skull to a little steel. Oh, you know what? I bet if I hit you just right your brain will return halfway back to normal again. On second thought, nah, no way that would work. If Cloud doesn’t kick you off of Cloud 9, I’ll be sure to kick you off that little pedestal you stand on every week. As deserving as you believe you are to be champion, you’re hardly deserving to share the ring with Cloud and I in this match.
 
Cloud, you poor delusional girl. You too fell trap this week to hearing what Haruna had to say and acting like I care about anything that girl is doing. But I hope you enjoyed your session with Minns. If anyone thought it was strange to see me and Haruna together, then they turn around and see the guy that flirts with every Vixen to no avail, hanging out with you? What a remarkably weird paring you two make. But is there nothing there because you’ve got something on the side going with Haruna’s ex-girlfriend? Oh, there it is. Am I the one all about Haruna, or is Maria right? Are you a Haruna wanna be? I have a tip for you if you are headed down that road. Get out, now. Anyone here can tell you how many chances that girl has had, and how many times she hasn’t come through. You do seem a little far headed down that path, especially if what Minns is hinting about Ariana is what the rest of the world believes it to be. I’m not sure where I get the connection about me being too eager to go out and compete. I love this business and I’ll say it a million times  — I will fight anyone, anywhere, anytime. And as the Specialist champion, I would continue to honor that mantra. That means you would have your shot, and I would make sure of that. Yes, I’m telling you that you are more deserving of Maria. If you’re counting on me to get lost in this match, expecting me to be daydreaming about the fighter that you actually admire far more than you care to admit, you’ll be sadly mistaken. I don’t know where you or Minns gets off claiming that I have blind hope about winning this match, but it’s pretty comical that you took that approach. My hope for you, Cloud, is that you kept yourself protected from the many sexually transmitted diseases that have planted their origins in and among the nether regions of Thomas Minns. It would be a shame to see another female wrestler’s career cut short by the short… err… yet dangerous stature of Thomas Minns. I know you think you have some sort of super secret upper hand in this match from your own past experiences, but that’s going to mean very little when the three of us tangle together in this match. I’m not going to win this match for anyone, but myself. And for damn sure not for Haruna.
 
This match will be about who truly is the strongest, most talented and most prepared out of all three of us. That person will clearly be me. After the all-out battles I’ve faced recently, the adversity that I’ve strived through, there’s nothing I’ll let keep me down. I’ll put either one of you through a table to win this match, and I care very little which one of you is. Ladies, let’s go to war.

And so... all I hear is silence. 

Wow, so EAW management changed the match from 3 opponents to just one. So instead of making me embarrass 3 nobodies, all I have to do is make a mockery out of 1. 

And it seems like Nick Angel is much too scared to even reply. He's too scared to step into the ring with the Version One. He's too afraid of what may come once the Warrior steps into the ring and dissipates him. 

So Nick, talk as much... or as less as you want. 
Tick goes the time. 

 

SAN FERNANDO VALLEY POLICE DEPARTMENT
 
REPORT 5713: October 22, 2015, 18:50 – A young boy who has yet to be identified officially due to limited remains has been found dead at the railroad tracks along the southernmost part of Trenton Avenue, just east of El Chavez Elementary School. According to the lone witness, a twelve-year-old boy named Dillon Simon, the two were playing on the railroad tracks. Per Simon, it had long been a “tradition” at El Chavez Elementary School to lie on the railroad tracks for fifteen minutes as part of some initiation process that is yet to be explained. After proceeding to lie on the tracks for the allotted amount of time, Simon and the suspected victim, Richard Fenton, attempted to cement a new “tradition” by riding their bicycles over the tracks just before a train would pass. Although Simon did not actually participate, he said that Fenton was eager to prove himself but was subsequently struck by the oncoming train, heavily underestimating its speed compared to his generated on the bicycle.
 
Fenton’s parents have been notified of the possibility that their son may have been a victim. Until then, this is an accidental death suit along with a missing person’s case. The parents of the possible victim have agreed to provide access to dental and medical records in order to identify what is left of the boy who was struck by the train.
 
[END EXCERPT]
 
The camera fades downward from the setting sun from the east down to a screaming boy who frantically pedals his bicycle away from the scene: a mangled bicycle and the remains of a crippled corpse, body parts sprayed in different directions and blood on the pavement surrounding the train tracks. Almost immediately after the boy leaves, a large man dressed in a clean and pressed suit walks over to the mangled bicycle and kicks it gently. The camera pans up toward his long torso and eventually the mask that covers his face. He is expressionless.
 
Voice: When the papers are published and the eyes of the community are filled with tears, what happened here, this evening, will be considered an accident—a tragedy. But that isn’t what happened here. Of course, this boy didn’t mean to get hit by a train. In his mind, he was doing what any other kid—or any other person, really—does: takes on risk for the sake of the adrenaline, for the praise that follows the daring deed and fuels the next reckless act. But all along, what this child did was reckless. He doesn’t deserve praise for “cheating” La Muerte. No one cheat La Muerte; La Muerte decides when she strips you away from life. You have absolutely no say in it. Yet she’s tempted to take fools like this boy, who will from this point forward stand as a reminder for the community what recklessness may do to you. There are people who experience La Muerte so early in their lives, and then there are those who are merely touched by her power. If this boy had somehow managed to live, the community would praise it as a miracle—a sign of God’s existence and love triumphing over the powers of La Muerte. But that’s not what it would be. The boy would grow old, a near vegetable with limited functions of his brain and body. He would be crippled and ashamed that he had ever been so naïve as to think that you could stand so close to La Muerte without being touched by her at all. And from that point forward, he’d wish that she’d come back to take him once and for all.
 
That same recklessness exists in the man that I’ll be taking on tomorrow, Brett Kennedy. Kennedy has assumed that his solution for being the punch line to an ongoing joke, the resolution to him being the proverbial doormat that everyone walks all over, is to make a name for himself by projecting a “I have nothing to lose” sentiment. He wants to act crazy. He wants to act wild. He wants us to believe that the slight change in his approach is what will change who he is. Sure, he assures us that this is no sideshow, which he has every intention of being as reckless as he possibly can because he has “nothing to lose.” But those who say they have nothing to lose, like you Kennedy, are the same ones who realize what that is as soon as things are stripped away from them. Their pride, their livelihood, their quality of life…all of these things are things that you have to lose if you continue forward, and you’re not protecting any of those things by tempting me or tempting La Muerte. You have fallen into the same trap as the boy who thought he was faster than the train. You have tempted me by saying that however powerful I may be—that however powerful La Muerte may be—you are more powerful and you can not only hold your own but also overcome the things that are frankly insurmountable.  


The large man moves away slowly from the mangled bicycle and goes back over to the train tracks where he crouches down and runs his fingers along the rolled steel beams of the tracks. He pulls his fingers away to show the boy’s blood on his fingers, then gently runs his thumb across his pointer and middle finger to smear the blood on his hand. He looks down at his hand without blinking or reacting. Instead, he gets back to his feet, not breaking his stare into his fingertips.

 
Voice: I’m not even going to bother dealing with your shallow remarks about my presumed race and my partners’ appearances. I sense that that’s just your coping mechanism and an attempt to get a rise out of me. You and I both know what can happen and will happen this coming weekend when I get my hands on you for the second time in my short career. I can assure you that it will be very much like before, but as you said, different because it’s a singles contest. Now how you interpret that is where I have to disagree with you; you believe that the prospect of this being one on one is something that will hurt me, but in reality, it just means less protection for you. You constantly allude to what happened at Territorial Invasion, but I’m not sure if you really get it. I didn’t just survive Territorial Invasion. I didn’t just help my team make the statement that they’ve been trying to make for months. I cleared the ring. I devastated every competitor that stood before me and I embarrassed guys like you who thought—and still think for whatever idiotic reason—that you could possibly cheat La Muerte or cheat me. What I did at Territorial Invasion wasn’t just about winning, it was about showing the carnage that death can be responsible for. I showed you what death was like in flashes and for some reason you say that you want to see it again. We all know that you don’t, but still you continue to grab at any strings of relevance that you can get your fingers on. It’s frankly pathetic.
 
You hide your fears by trying to disrespect me. But at the end of the day, you’re the same scared little boy who was just trying to make a name for himself by doing something stupid to get attention. You’ll get your attention, all right. But this won’t be done in the manner that you originally wished for. You will serve as a reminder to the community that La Muerte is very much real and that she lurks through the city streets and around the rings we perform in each and every minute of each and every day. You just have to hope that La Muerte decides to take you instead of only touching you. Because she will show you what you have to lose even if you don’t see it now.
 


TO RISE, YOU MUST FIRST BURN.
 
   
The man lowers his arm without saying another word, looks back at the bicycle and slowly around the scene while cracking his neck and taking in the lowering sunset. He steps onto the wooden planks of the train tracks and looks down in the direction that the train had come before taking steps forward and eventually, steadily making his way down the tracks. He does not look back. As he vanishes at the bend and the horizon, police sirens sound and become louder as they get closer. The camera cuts to black. The final piece of audio is a police officer explaining the scene of the crime over the radio—that a “tragedy” had just taken place.