You know what I like about this wrestling business? All these people talking. Whether it's from their mouth of out of their ass (or even while having their lips on someone's ass. Hey, we live in that society today), you get something from people everywhere. Most of the time, you manage to get the salty side of people. It can be from backstage, or it can be in a cemetery. It could even be on a boat, or a dingy hotel room in Montreal. Trust me, I've been to Montreal enough times to know that if you put the name 'The Mercenaries' in booking a room, you're probably gonna get one of them rooms with two double beds and a barely-functioning TV. I respect those Quebec people, but they ain't the best in hotel maintenance.
What am I even talking about, though? It's like I'm making no sense, like the retarded self I am, right? I mean, there must be some biological evidence that I'm missing some kind of chromosome, and that's why I do what I do. 






Did I expect you to follow suit and imitate me? Absolutely not, it's not how you do things. You're very much a person that goes into a 'lair' and kills off people Dexter Morgan-style. If not, we're blessed by a romantic gag-inducing scene between the two love birds. Now, I may have a pretty corny relationship with Aria Jaxon, and it's fine for us. I'm not gonna insult you two too much though - you guys really are made for each other. Plus, this whole thing between us isn't about relationships or pot shots. This is about Territorial Invasion, right?
Personal insults aside, this is about ten people wanting to represent something, right? You guys, the members of the Penta-Glocks, are looking for change. You want 'Extreme' to return to the company. Well, you got your wish and there's a crackpot group of wrestlers who answered the call. If you can't remember, I can surely bring back the dented chairs that Mstislav, Pizza Boy and myself used alone. I don't mind swinging some steel into all of your heads to realize that 'Extreme' has been here all along, you just have to look down on your monumental pedestals and find the guys who fight with barbed wires, fight with baseball bats, then finish you off with our very own fists.
But, please. I encourage you to continue the underestimation of this team you're facing, all because we don't have the same reasons for fighting. Keep going with the little pot shots at my personal life, at Aria, at how I do things in and out the ring. But, at Territorial Invasion, you're not looking at 'comedy gimmick Brett Kennedy'. You're not looking at the 'doppelganger or some two-bit comedian trying to masquerade as a wrestler'. You're simply looking at a man, willing to bust his ass to beat the ever living piss out of a sad excuse for a revolutionary group. To take out a revolution, you have to aim for the leaders. You take them out, the revolution fizzles. What will happen when Y2Impact and HBG are gone from the match? Something tells me that the guys that you have won't know what to do and simply find a way to choke. Meanwhile, our team doesn't really have a unanimous leader. You take one of us out, it won't really matter to us. We'll keep on fighting, regardless if it's 5 on 4, 5 on 3. Hell, our last man will fight to the end in a 5 on 1 match.

The feeling of anticipation for Civil War has been building inside of me for a while ever since what has transpired for the past month or two. I have yet to decipher whether or not if it's anxiety or just pure excitement, but whatever the feeling may be, I enjoy it. But the fact still remains that there is one objective walking into Territorial Invasion and that's defeating Hexa-Gun, nothing more, nothing less. Now there are a lot of stories going into this match, you could see this is a continued story between The Savage Ryans and The Mercenaries, or you can this is a battle for supremacy, or you can say this is Aren's opportunity to take back his PURE Championship away from Y2Impact. But their is one way to look at this match which leaves a bitter taste in my mouth that it actually makes me sick to my stomach when I think about it. Another way you can look at this is myself and my teammates are nothing but pawns doing the bidding of a man that loathe more than Hexa-Gun itself and that we are doing his bidding to exterminate the vermin from this company. But despite what this means to anyone else from my team or Zack Crash or those who benefits from the destruction of Hexa-Gun, there is only ONE thing that I'll benefit from this match. That one thing is teaching Hexa-Gun that the last thing you would ever want to do is cross me the way that you people have done back in MSM by taking away what's rightfully mine. That solitary moment where you have robbed me of my greatest joy in snapping the neck of Zack Crash. Ever since the day that you guys debuted a lot have been going through my mind on what I should do next after seeing what you people are trying to bring back Extreme to this dull and wasted place known as EAW, usually I would support that cause because I too would love for the Extreme once again reign supreme! But who am I kidding though, because even if it did came back for good, I would still have this burning and itching sensation that could never be appease. Actually I would feel disgusted with myself having the likes of Y2Impact, the very last person who I would ever want to bring back the age of extreme to dawn on this place again after what sins he has committed. Or better yet let the people who has insulted me, who has put their hands on me, who has gotten in my way to obtain something that I want that's obviously dear to me. There is a being inside of me that;s lurking in the shadows that's telling me to not let you people walk off free from the fate that you've chosen for yourself. I can't stop thinking about it, I actually won't stop thinking about until I get what I want and that's not only to win this match but it's to cause the suffering of the people that has done nothing but been a constant annoyance to me. But hell what am I suppose to do because even if my team win, I'll still have this sick feeling in my stomach to know that I'm helping someone that I truly despise if not more than you five individuals that wants to pretend that they are on this higher echelon of greatness that they have created for themselves, just like Zack Crash. But I hope you all are prepared for the worst because that higher echelon that you've built for yourselves will come crashing down sooner than you have anticipated. So come Territorial Invasion that worse will come to  pass where my team will march into the battlefield and utterly defeat Hexa-Gun systematic as possible. It doesn't matter if you've came from the depths of despair, it doesn't matter if you are one of the most decorated women or men in wrestling or whatever the case may be. You won't find any safe haven in the comforts of your own egos or find comfort in your false power that you think that you hold. Whether you undermine the simple fact that I have lived this life and seen the tragedies and been apart of wars that this life has thrown at me that I have survived and that I'm well in tact. The one thing that I have learned from my experiences that power can be easily shifted away from the boastful and come Territorial Invasion we are all going to witness that. Even though you Hexa-Gun clowns think that you're in control of everything because a lot of things has went your way doesn't mean it'll repeat itself. Whatever the outcome of this match that'll await us all, one thing is for certain that I won't leave until I inflict amount of pain on a certain individual in this match that I have a grudge against will soon feel my unrivaled fury. So if you're looking for a war Hexa-Gun, don't bother expecting one from our team because you're not going to get it. You're going to get what you people have coming for you and that's the ending of the story known as the rise and sudden fall of Hexa-Gun. In the panels of history when people look back on Territorial Invasion: Civil War, they will see that this is where Hexa-Gun will meet it's end. Oh how mighty they have appeared in front of the millions and millions across the globe that spectates, they will witness first hand when my team snubs them out from EAW. So if you haven't figured it out just yet on what I'm trying to get at here, I'll make it plain and simple for you all. If you're expecting a war coming into this match then don't. Expect nothing more than a one sided annihilation.

(Carlos and Mao sit in a relatively quiet restaurant, a private booth with only the two of them and a half empty bottle of wine as they wait on the rest of their dinner.)

You know….I probably should have not gotten sauced before sending this message to all the members of this so called “TEAM EAW”, this super destructive force of wanna be demons, failed champions, my former protege, another dude who I don’t really know what he does ever…..and Zach Crash. 

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! Zach Crash has decided to bless EAW with another one of his appearances in a Pay Per View event? I mean, didn’t Xavier Williams just kick his ass a few weeks ago? DIDN’T I JUST KICK HIS ASS!? He says He’s the “God of EAW” now….wouldn’t that mean I should change my name to Elijah? That’s the guy who wrestled God and won in the Bible, right? I-I wrestled God and won! SERIOUSLY! I LAID THE SMACKDOWN ON HIS CANDY…...nah...that would be sacrilegious to say that. Hell I’m not even going to say something like that about a God, even a fake one. 

Zach, why couldn’t you leave well-enough alone, bruh?  Why do you have to try to drive Dynasty off the road, man? You’re like...not even in a CAR and you’re trying to just run us off the fucking road man! I mean, didn’t you get your jollies enough at Pain for Pride making sure your bitch boy Hades won the match for Voltage and got Dynasty shut down? Didn’t you go backstage after you had the Board of Directors attacked and jack off or something? Didn’t get enough jollies from that, huh? You know what, fine then! I’m gonna beat your unGodly ass in a holy fashion. 

I'M GONNA RISE UP, LIKE THE GAWD THAT HELPED DANIEL GET OUT THE LIONS DEN, THE GAWD THAT DELIVERED THE ISRAELITES FROM EGYPT….THE GAWD THAT HELPED GIIIIIIIIIIIIIILIGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN….GET OFF THE MOTHERFUCKIN ISLAND! YEAH! 

I don’t know if you seen Coming To America...but that was a reference to that. Yeah. Not only do I have you beat in the ring, I got you beat in movie references too. Oh, Another reason I’m gonna win: LOUISIANA IS BETTER THAN WEST VIRGINIA! YOU WANT PROOF!? LSU PLAYED WEST VIRGINIA TWICE IN FOOTBALL A FEW YEARS AGO! WON BOTH TIMES!

BOOM! 

PIPE BOMB, BITCH! 

But seriously though, in all seriousness, I’m gonna seriously whoop your ass, Crash, for seriously trying to seriously fuck over talent in EAW and on Dynasty with your nonsense. For real, I don’t even like some of the people you messed over but you gotta go dude! 

Who else is in this match, huh? Who else am I gonna have to show out on? Scott Oasis….I don’t think he got good understanding though? I told this dude that I UNDERACHIEVED….and he thinks I meant HE UNDERACHIEVED! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA

Man we all know that dude hasn’t achieved shit! Bland ass dude walking around picking a fight and whining about nobody thinks he deserves a main event spot. Dude…..just be happy you’re in the main event, okay? You’re gonna get paid a good amount of money to let Carlos Rosso and other men beat the hell out of you on camera. Well…..I think you did something similar to that….but instead of beating people up….or was it letting people beat you up…..YOU GOT FUCKED! YEAH! YOU WERE A PORNSTAR OR SOMETHING OR OTHER BEFORE YOU GOT INTO WRESTLING RIGHT?....OR maybe I’m thinking of somebody else…...I’m sorry man, I’m really kinda drunk right now.

But why you mad though? Why you got so much to prove? I mean, there’s nothing wrong with being a serviceable wrestler. I mean….look at Dark Demon. He’s kinda average. Kinda boring…..but he still won a world title……..oh, SHIT…...My bad, fam….I’m trying to connect you with somebody you can be like?

GI Styles?....Nah…….longest reigning National Elite champ ever.

Cameron Ella Ava?.......Nah...she got more balls than you and she female.

To tell you the truth man, I don’t even much know. I just know that you are pretty bad at this wrestling stuff and I’m probably gonna beat you up some more….not in the play-fighting gay porn way either. I heard you like that…...AND I'M NOT BEING HOMO….HOMO….what is it? HOMOPHOBIC! YUUUUUUUUUUSSSS….THAT WORD! ITS 2015 man and I’m not for that shit at all, bruh. You like getting in the booty, don’t let nobody stop you bro. You do you. Or do some one else. Just not me because I’m straight and stuff…..

Who else…..who else in this match? OH YEAHHHHHHHH! MY HOMEY BIG K! KEVIN DEVASTATION! WHAT'S UP MAN! MAN YOU DONE COME A LONG WAY SINCE WE ACTUALLY USED TO ROLL TOGETHER AND STUFF BRUH….but I need to ask you something man? A Cadillac? at this day and age? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU MAN!? ITS 2015, not 1975! MAN EVEN MY DAD DON'T WANNA BE SEEN IN ONE OF THEM ANYMORE! YOU TRYING TO KEEP IT REAL NOW!? YOU THINK THATS WHATS REALLY GOOD IN THE HOOD RIGHT NOW!? 

(Carlos pulls his phone out and holds it up to the camera, showing off his red Maserati Grancabrio)

 

THAT IS HOW YOU RIDE TODAY, BRUH! MASERATI, BITCH! THAT IS WHAT'S GOIN ON THOSE STREETS TODAY, MY FRIEND! THATS HOW REAL MOTHERFUCKAS ROLL!!! 

But…...why are you in this match again? What you even doing in the cage bruh? I thought you had retired or some shit? Oh well. I ain’t even mad at you man. I tell you what, after I get sobered up tonight and whoop some ass tomorrow, why don’t I take you to the same dealer I went to so we can get you rollin properly again? You my boy and all so I can’t have you runnin around out here lookin foolish. Aight? 

Who else in this stupid ass match? Oh, yeah, that fuckboy Hades. You called me…..what was it…...some shit about a nonconformist. I don’t know what nonconformist means...I’m a little drunk right now so don’t mind me cuz i’m not thinking all that straight…..BUT YOOOOOOOOOOO! YOU A BIG ASS DUDE….ON A MOTOR BIKE AND SHIT……...AND YOU USED TO TALK ABOUT BURYING PEOPLE AND RAISING HELL AND BEING A DEMON AND SHIT! YOU NONCONFORMIST LIKE FOR REAL MAN! But…..seriously though, I didn’t even appreciate that power bomb and shit through a table! Didn’t you hear about that twitter hashtag, Save the Tables? We trying to keep a good environment and shit, but we can’t do that if people keep cutting down trees to replace these broke up ass tables that everybody getting slammed through! I mean look at that pretty Aria girl on that Battleground show! Got her ass slammed through a table too! Not only does she need medical care and stuff, but now we gotta replace another TREE because we gotta build another table? MAN EVEN THE POPE WAS TALKING ABOUT THIS MAN! 

IM SERIOUS! 

HE WAS ON TV TODAY OR SOMETHIN TALKIN ABOUT HOW WE GOTTA PROTECT THE ENVIRONMENT! 

So you gotta stop doing that, man. I know you a demon and all that but even demons gotta respect the pope though, right? We are in a cage and stuff, but weird stuff happens in War Games. So you gotta promise to not put anybody through a table! ALRIGHT!? GOOD! 

I think that’s four…..I think these War Games matches usually have like 5 people on teams and shit? Who’s the fifth dude on yall’s team? KD, Oasis, Hades, Crash…..who is that other dude.


Oh! 

RHAEGAR! That Greek...Spartan...Gladiator….Comic book dude. HIm. He said something about how he respects that I respect that culture he come from. See, I’m all about respect man. I give respect to people who give it to me first and stuff. You not givin me my respect though! You a good warrior and all that but you can’t get on my nerves or get into my pores dude. I use that…..clear something. That shit for the clear skin! PROACTIV! DAMN, IM ON FIRE ON HERE TONIGHT MAN! DROPPING KNOWLEDGE FOR THE KIDS AND WOMEN! 

How you gonna call me a fusion of those other dudes and not a damn one of em black? I think Lucian is Samoan or something but that shit don’t count, bruh! I mean, I got all the skills that Tyler has, I got the ladies like the Sexual Panther….

(without even looking in his direction, Mao moves her foot and smashes her heel against Carlos’s foot.) 

FUCK! She didn’t wanna hear about that. Oh, and I have Jacob Senn’s taste in athletic wear. I gotta get some gloves like what he got though for real. That shit is awesome. I’m strong like Lucian and shit too. Don’t get it twisted because I’m kinda skinny, I’ll throw your ass around like a sumo wrestler if I got to! 

But see….you talkin about what I gotta do to get ahead. What I’m gonna do, is stay low and build, you feel me? Stay LOW, and BUILD. I can play house with all them dudes on Team Dynasty, but when the match over we getting divorced quick as fuck because I still want that World Title match that I shoulda got weeks ago. I mean you try wrestling Senn and Crash in 24 hours and winning both. Crash talks so much you can go to sleep, and Senn’s offense so damn weak he can make you laugh yourself into getting pinned. 

But for real though….fuck everybody in this match, man. Except KD and TLA because they cool and I fuck with them, but all the rest of y'all some puppet ass fuckboys. They’re trying to get us to beat each other up so they don’t have to go to court and shit. 

Anyway though………..DAMN I AM FUCKED! UP! I am gonna probably miss that damn LSU game in the morning because I’m gonna be hung over and shit, but honestly I don’t really give a fuck cause LSU gonna smash them boys by like 50. 

AYE…….WHEN I WIN THIS MATCH ON DYNASTY….SORRY...ON TERRITORIAL INVASION FOR DYNASTY, I WANT MY TITLE MATCH! CAUSE I'M A SUBMISSION SPECIALIST! I'M GONNA MAKE ONE OF THOSE 4 EAW DUDES I DON'T LIKE TAP OUT AND SHIT. JUST LIKE I WANNA MAKE THAT CAILIN DILLON CHICK TAP OUT, HAVE YOU SEEN HOW HOT THAT GIRL IS, FAM!? FOR REAL! 

I'M A TAP OUT SPECIALIST! I DONE MADE LIKE THREE OR FOUR DUDES TAP OUT SINCE I BEEN BACK….BUT I CAN ALSO DROP YOU ON THE HEAD TOO! I'M DIVERSE WITH IT! 

THIS IS HOW YOU KNOW I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT NONE OF YOU EAW FUCK BOYS! I DONT EVEN DRINK LIKE TALKIN BOUT MOST OF THE TIME! I'M SO CONFIDENT ABOUT THIS MATCH….MAN IM PROBABLY GONNA FINISH THIS BOTTLE OFF AND GO TO SLEEP AND SHIT…..FUCK ALL YALL!

A worthy life never comes without its critics. In my over-seven-year career in EAW, no other maxim, precept, or lesson has proved more valuable and constant than that truth right there. Initially your relationship with everyone around you will be lolipops and sunshine, but it all goes downhill once you get that promotion and your colleague is left behind. They start letting their bitterness fester and their inferiority complex takes control and prevails over more well-reasoned, logical thoughts. We're all victims to the business in some form or another, but it's victim mentality that separates faint-hearted craven sheep like Mr. DEDEDE's team from those of us blessed with greater insight that perceive the world as it actually is instead of how their insecurities have deluded them into believing it is. Hexa-gun are able to see clearly with no filters, which is why we know the backwards mentality that supports this "traditional wrestling" undertaking Zack Crash has been on is hogwash. To a lot of fans, critics, and observers, some of Mr. DEDEDE's greatest moments in this business were instances where he infused his actions with something extreme, something that pushed the envelope, something that broke barriers and shattered the door. He's relegated himself to one of many sheep Zack Crash has been herding, a man whose sophistry is unparalleled and is the same reason he's been able to convince himself that he's just adapting to his surroundings and overcoming the demons of hardcore wrestling. Without the element of extreme in hand, would Mr. DEDEDE have beaten me at Pain for Pride 6? It was a bitter battle that reached its zenith and culminated after both wrestlers had exhausted literally every move in their arsenal, but without the ability to get creative and use those weapons to his advantage, there's no telling if he would have suddenly become strapped for ideas or unable to summon the energy needed to defeat me after his body was already taxed and spent. I lost the match, but I'm not using the weapons as an excuse for my inability to defeat Mr. DEDEDE two years ago. Far from it, in fact! It was obvious to the crowd in attendance that those weapons accentuated our match and left the battlefield known as the squared circle with the absolute hardest act to follow. Both of us did a fantastic job throwing it down and putting our best foot forward, but the fans that watch at home, subscribe to EAW's YouTube channel, buy the merchandise, and support this company are bliss in the midst of the entertainment when they see extremists maiming an enemy they've vowed to conquer. A simple wrestling match alone isn't always enough to capture the magnitude and the gravity of war. In our line of work, tables are the equivalent of tanks, steel chairs are grenades, and kendo sticks are sniper rifles!

I'm from an era when beating your opponent wasn't always enough. To earn respect, you had to completely shatter their will until they couldn't move a muscle and their flames were effectively extinguished. You had to break body parts and intentionally shorten the careers of your adversaries. I want generations to come to follow in the footsteps of women and men cut from the same cloth of extreme like the Heart Break Gal, Tiberius Jones, Drake Jaeger, Luzmala, and The Burned Man. All of them are individuals that KNOW they can use their body as a weapon and choose to take the any-means-necessary approach that landed this company on the map and made guys like Mr. DEDEDE and I household names! He banded together a team full of puppets to follow him like he's the only one in possession of a map that locates a great treasure, but you know what Mr. DEDEDE hasn't told you? There is no treasure, there is no X marking the spot of a chest packed full of gold and expensive jewelry, and this needless mission on the path you've ventured entails no honor or glory. You have expended your energy and will gain nothing to show for your efforts. Brett Kennedy, The Pizza Boy, Ryan Savage weren't chosen because of some innate mindset or quality that separates them from the rest of the pack -- they were selected either out of inexplicable serendipity or because of the fact they're willing to listen to the propaganda Mr. DEDEDE is instilling in them when more sensible wrestlers aren't. It's a shame he's dragging down those witless, misinformed cretins with him, but there's a price to pay for ignorance. At Territorial Invasion, their debt will be collected and Mr. DEDEDE will be forced to answer for his crimes against the purity of EAW in front of an audience of thousands. Hexa-gun marches on this path together and unfettered knowing it won't be one without its scrapes and bruises, but with a resolve that assures our ambition will be realized and our vision will come to fruition. The clock is ticking, and I can hardly wait.

HBG: Just in a matter of weeks, you have done your absolute best to run around in circles and make your presence known. You have plotted your big comeback after I exiled you at Pain for Pride, you sent Ryan to exclusive interviews, pushing him to go on live TV speaking on your behalf while you avoid the media because you are too ashamed to show your face around here. You returned to the ring and offered your services to the desperate Zack Crash, knowing he would say yes to anyone who he thinks is genuinely concerned of the problems he faces, while at the same time he fights his own losing war against Dynasty Wrestling. Since then, you have been around us, DEDEDE. You were raging when you invited us to Dynasty. You have interfered in HexaGun's affairs countless times , and expressed your disgust in the values that we represent. You went as far as begging Zack Crash to give you elitists to fight by your side, as you swear to take us down. We make one move, you immediately follow. We take a step to progress, you were always one step ahead. It's annoying. It's pathetic. But it was something that had to be done, am I right?

And now you're here! The idol I once worshipped and loved! The kind of performer I prided myself on being the number one fan of when my career was freshly blooming! I can't believe that in just a short span of time, the rib-crushing, scene-stealing, spear-giving Mr. DEDEDE, has been downgraded into a desperate breath-catching, voice-raising, spotlight-hogging douchebag that nobody likes and no longer serves as a source of inspiration for anyone because he's turned his back on the rules that forged his legend. You just couldn't stop, could you? Even if it isn't your battle, even if it isn't your brand, you feel the uninhibited desire to express yourself for no one's sake but your own, to scream to the whole world how nobody cares about the changes Hexa-gun intends to enact. You have to have an opinion on how you think our team works, and how you intend to take us down... Yeah! I bet you're pretty fucking proud of yourself now! I bet you're smiling like an idiot because you've convinced yourself our feelings are hurt, and left us crying because not a single one of you gives a shit. Please, just fuck off, DEDEDE. I'm well-aware that none of these people are interested in any lecture we can give about extreme rules wrestling, and to be honest with you, I really have no problem with that. Explaining things to idiots who couldn't count to ten would just be too damn repetitive and a waste of my time. Explaining and convincing these morons how exciting and violent Extreme Rules wrestling is really not my forte. Yes, DEDEDE, we're not 12. Yes, DEDEDE, I don't want to bother. We are here to dominate and show everyone that blood is more beautiful than the most piercing red rose, and we come in peace explaining as politely as possible, that Hexa-Gun is and will always be better than any team of five you can put against them. So why are you even trying, DEDEDE? Can't you see that your teammates don't even believe in your leadership and decided they should just work on their own and hope for the best instead of standing by you and delegating their decisions to the brains behind this operation, the guy who's supposed to be a mastermind? Can't you see how incompetent they are and how we can easily handle them? Can't you see that you're never going to catch the eye of however many is left of your fans because none of them can stomach listening to you anymore? The fire is gone, DEDEDE. The passion is gone. And you're just giving us a hard time not because it's another day in the office, but because you have something to prove to the world. Everything you have done since coming back has been a scream for redemption. A cry for help. You have to let everyone know that The Savage Ryans still have some air to breathe and they will not drop dead as long as they have their limbs intact, and that Hexa-gun is just a bad flu that needs to be cured. Tell me again how it bothers you so much that we don't go the same path as Project Ego or Generation Genesis? You sound pretty disappointed that we chose to take a different route, that we don't go forth and take Championships that we could easily win any day of the week, or train the new guys we don't give a shit about to become main eventers. Do you even know what it means to be a hired gun, DEDEDE? It means we seek these people, we find ones around the world who specialize in a certain talent, that would not only fulfill but also protect our motives and goals, and proceed as if its their own. We compensate their efforts, we tell them what we want to happen and why we want it to happen, and by any means, they assist us in getting it done. You can't just go around questioning their beliefs, DEDEDE. You can't waste so much of your fucking time telling everybody in my team that they're only fed with words Y2Impact has given them because they are not our proteges, they are not trainees, they are competitors just like you and me. We never forced them to believe in anything, they just speak their minds and display their own skills... For crying out loud, I even let them fuck vulnerable vixens who have become depressed because their efforts in the Empress Tournament amounted to nothing! I let them address their opponents however they see fit! They may do as they please, no one's holding them back, no one's telling them what to do or say so long as when we get in that ring, we let our opponents know that we don't stray from our focus and we are only concerned of Hexa-gun's continued, relentless domination and our opponents' demise. Because really, why do we have to put up with rookies and push them between us and our enemies as punching bags and fall guys? What's the point in training soldiers who are too afraid to hold a loaded gun? Why not just take fine wrestlers who are capable of destroying our enemies, and ask for their assistance?

I only really ever wish for one thing, DEDEDE, it's that you stop trying to save your face and tell it like it is -- it doesn't really bother you that we are bringing unknown guys, faces and names that nobody knew in this company to stand behind us in our intentions of bringing back extreme. You're just infuriated that week after week, a legend like yourself, a Hall of Famer, a former World Champion is easily squashed and decimated by these same people. You are tired of suffering that humiliation and that's the reason why you laugh your misery away, you want to pretend that it doesn't bother you and it doesn't get to you. You don't want people to stop taking you seriously and give you the same amount of respect they do Kevin Devastation. You want to call us out and make fun of the ideas we stand by, instead of just walking in that ring, and facing your actual problem. It was unfortunate what happened to David X, that I can admit. Believe me, it took a while for us to find someone of equal, or even more value to take his place and fight for us but we have done the deed anyway. It was a mistake. Mistakes can't be avoided. Sometimes things just don't go according to plan. Sometimes you just don't know what is going to happen. And that's why we adjust, that's why we recalculate and strategize, and that's why Luzmala took the stage -- to make damn sure that we don't make the same mistake twice. And what about you, DEDEDE? You have been taken down by Hexa-gun week after week, yet you still make the same amateur mistakes you would have made a month ago. There is no winning here. Not for you and not for the rest of your team. You keep telling us that nobody cares about our intentions but Zack Crash and yet you're here to fight his battles for him still despite already making it clear that you're not on his side. That's as pitiful as you get. That's as hypocritical as you get.

So I want you to get out of here, DEDEDE, and prove that you're too mature to care. Gather your troop, admit defeat and stay away from The Mercenaries for good. Continue to drown in your own silence as you witness Hexa-gun tell off your teammates who will never amount to anything in their careers no matter who is in charge of the company. Go home to your wife CeCe or whatsherface, take her out to dinner and tell her that you couldn't do it this time because you're a fool and a coward, as she holds you with her hairy ape hands and tell you everything is going to be OK and that she loves you anyway. If it truly is no big deal to you, you wouldn't be wasting anyone's time like this. If you really don't care, you'd fucking stop this madness and accept what you can't change.

At times, I wish I could trade all my accolades for the vivid imagination that so many extremists possess.

That's right – their vivid imagination.

Many of you were meant to be authors and create fantasy stories, not professional wrestlers. I'm not even going to refer to all of you in plural. I'm speaking specifically to you, Brian Daniels. You. No one else. I assume it's because you feel the need to hide your face under a mask, but you really love to make it seem like I'm no threat. I hate to break the news to you, but I am a threat. You aren't just going to get the best of Alex Anderson tomorrow night; you are going to get the best possible opponent—or worst opponent, depending on how you look at it—you can in that squared-circle. I'll give you credit: you've convinced these people that you are the real heavyweight champion of the world. Truth be told, if I was a fan, I could easily be manipulated by you. If I was average like them and not the least bit intelligent, I would fall for your words as well. You can fool them into thinking you are the real champion all you'd like, but this is my brand. This is my championship. You are celebrating prematurely, Brian. The war is not over yet, and I am going to defeat you. Unlike you, I don't feel the need to stray away from the matter at hand. It's really pitiful, actually... you try your best to distract me with stories of my past, but I don't care about my past. Basic philosophy: you don't control your past. All I can focus on is the present, and what I also can do is reflect on my past to learn from those experiences. Pain for Pride eight was the opportunity of a lifetime, surely, and I didn't get the job done. Guess what? None of it mattered two weeks from then. I forgot about it, and I went on to humiliating any shell of a wrestler they put in front of me. Kudos to you, though, Brian... you really believe that match with Tyler Parker will dictate our match tomorrow night. It won't. As far as I'm concerned, you're a bigger failure than I ever have been. When the world sees Brian Daniels, they expected a man who was going to cement himself as a legend. Not as an everyday extremist. That's exactly what you've been. Congratulations, you have held a world championship longer than a week! People expected you to do so four years ago. I ask you again... what separates you and I? There's one thing: the ability to accept defeat. I can accept defeat, because I know it will push me tomorrow. I don't have to hide behind any insecurities. I know my worth, and I will tell you this much: there is no way, from reflecting on the past and exposing your weaknesses, that I will fall to you come Territorial Invasion.

I want you to ponder this, Brian:

If I was not the true world heavyweight champion, why was it that you wanted this match with me more than I ever wanted?

It was because you feel the need to prove something to the world. Don't get it twisted – it's okay to have something to prove. I've had a chip on my shoulder since day one, but your insecurities are showing out here. You're more transparent than you ever have been. Everyone can see right through you, and they see that you are nothing more than a flawed, flawed man. This is an abrasive world, and I don't expect you to be the champion of this world. It deserves someone better. It deserves a man like me. Do I owe the world anything? No, but I want my remuneration. I haven't gotten the respect that I deserve, and the only way I will receive that respect is by defeating you. Do I have anything to prove? No... but I have people to convince. Two very different things. I don't need to show anyone how great I am, but I need them to openly admit it. Never have I promised this world anything. I've never broken a promise, because I don't make promises. That's where you are misunderstanding Alex Anderson. No longer am I the man who "could have" been, I am the man who is. No one will ever take that away from me. I am the ace of wrestling, I am the heavyweight champion of the world, and I am the last hope of the greatest brand in EAW history. With that comes added pressure, but guess what? Coal under pressure makes diamonds. The story is the same for me. Tomorrow night, millions of people will have their eyes glued to their television sets, and my only objective is to put them in awe. It's really as simple as that. There's nothing complex about this, but you make this complex. That's why you talk about such irrelevant events, because you—like many others who have tried and failed—do not know a thing about Alex Anderson. I'm a complete enigma.

Broken records are the kings of irritation. You are the perennial broken record of EAW, Brian. I'm extremely convinced of this. My loss in the extreme elimination chamber was an essential loss for me to get where I'm at today. As obdurate as you are with my past, I love the fact that you forgot to address my victory against you. I love the fact that you ignore your losses against Hurricane Hawk, Cyclone, hell... even Tyler Parker. Let's not forget that you have never had a world championship reign that lasted longer than five minutes. Sad, but true. My reign as world champion has already surpassed any that you've had. I love this... you weren't expecting me to dig up your past, but two can play at this game, my friend. I've dealt with so much agony in my career that nothing can hurt me anymore. I can only hurt others. I pray that you are fully healthy tomorrow night, because by the end of the night, I want you to be carried out a stretcher. I want to end everything about Brian Daniels. I want to erase the little success you've had in this company. I want you to be gone alongside Zack Crash. I want the aftermath of Territorial Invasion to be highlighted by a blighted Brian Daniels. While that will certainly happen, I want to leave you with one final message before our match tomorrow night. Success is very subjective, but we all can agree that success is directly correlated with the legacy you leave behind. Ten, twenty years from now... what will they remember about you? I say they remember a man that was destined to be the greatest of all time. They will remember a man who was a prodigy, an absolute golden child of this company. Unfortunately, you just never lived up to your potential. You say that I was a man who could have done more, should have done more, and never indulged to success... but I was never expected to be here. Every day I walk on this planet, I exceed all expectations. I'm living-proof of a success story, and the story only continues tomorrow. You, on the other hand... your career has mirrored a negative parabola. Downward spiral from the beginning. I hope to have two more interactions with you before I'm done with professional wrestling. One will be tomorrow when I defeat you and become the undisputed heavyweight champion of the world. The second will be to executive produce the sad tale of Brian Daniels documentary.

I, for one, can't wait.

The History of Scott Oasis: Volume 2

We are taken back to five years ago as a young Scott Oasis, then at the age of 21, competing in a match against an unknown talent. There is a surprisingly rowdy yet small crowd of about 250 people packed into that community center for this event. Two members of the ring crew are walking around ringside holding up camcorders, taping the contest so they can edit it for their local public access show. As the match goes on it seems Scott Oasis is having little difficulty with his opponent, tossing him around with ease. He picks up the wrestler and irish whips him against the ropes but when his opponent rebounds he returns with a dropkick. He capitalizes on that, getting quite a bit of offense in but eventually Scott Oasis regains control and finishes him with a piledriver.

Ring Announcer: Here is your winner…...SCOOOTTT OAAASSIIISSSSS.

Scott Oasis quickly rolls out of the ring, refusing to interact with the crowd and not paying any mind to their vocal reactions. He walks down the entranceway, heads up the steps and then makes his way through the curtains and into the back. As he goes through the hall his breathing begins to become more relaxed and he looks to be no longer feeling the effect of the contest. Once he reaches the end of the hall he stops at the last door and prepares himself for what’s inside before opening it. He enters the the boiler room and is immediately greeted by his fellow roster members. The boiler room had been converted into a makeshift locker room to accommodate the employees, it was tiny and unorganized but the wrestlers made due with it. Scott Oasis briefly acknowledged them, brushed passed and then went to his duffle bag, picking it up from the steel chair he hung it on. While he changed out of his gear and into his street attire, he is approached by rookie Johnny Disaster.

Johnny Disaster: Hey Scott, if I were you I would hurry up.

Scott Oasis: And why is that?

Johnny Disaster: The boss was looking for you earlier to hand you your check but you were nowhere to be found. He told me to tell you to get to him quick because he plans on calling it night and leaving in a few minutes.

Scott Oasis: Are you kidding me!?

Johnny Disaster: I’m sorry Scott, I would have given it to you myself but you know the drill. He doesn’t trade anyone with their pay unless it’s the person, it gives him an excuse to walk away with the cash if they don’t show. 

Scott Oasis: Whatever, I’ll have time to be pissed about it AFTER I get my money. Where is he?

Johnny Disaster: He is probably at the exit with his stuff by now.

Scott Oasis: That’s all of the way across the building! Jesus Christ, this is ridiculous!

Scott Oasis makes a mad dash out of the locker room, doing his best to beat the promoter to the door. He somehow manages to meet up with him before he heads to his hotel, luckily he had a bit of a struggle carrying the amount of stuff he had and that slowed him down. Scott grabs him by the shoulder and pulls him back right when his hand reached the knob. Having a firm hold on his sports jacket, Scott uses the grip to turn him around and is now face to face with Danny Hardknock, his boss. 

Scott Oasis: Hang on there Danny, I still need my money.

Danny Hardknock: Ah yes, you’ve finally come around to collect it. Here you go.

Danny pulls out an envelope and hands it over to Scott who opens it and is suddenly hit with a look of disbelief.

Scott Oasis: This can’t be right.

Danny Hardknock: Hmm? What do you mean, did I write it out for the wrong person?

Scott Oasis: No, it’s not the fact of whose name is on it, it’s the number. This is way too low. I’m not making any money here, I spent more on gas and ring gear than this!

Danny Hardknock: You get paid the same as all of the other guys.

Scott Oasis: Yeah, the same as the guys with only six months of experience. I can list at least ten guys who get double this and get a good profit off of the shirts we sell when the card is over.

Danny Hardknock: Hey, when you can put butts in seats I’ll gladly give you a bigger cut but right now you’re nobody.

Scott Oasis: A nobody who performs better than half of the people above him!

Danny Hardknock: And a nobody nonetheless. I hate to break it to you but I could get anyone can to do your job right now. Either take the check or leave it.

Scott Oasis: …. Take your fuckin’ money.

Scott Oasis tosses the envelope at his feet and storms off into the parking lot. He loads his duffle bag into the truck and then takes the wheel, driving off into a secluded area. Once he sees there’s not a soul in sight he lets his frustrations be known by slamming his fist against the horn repeatedly.

Scott Oasis: Damn it! Who does that guy think he is? I can’t put butts in seats? I’m a better talent than any of those guys……

Scott’s rant is interrupted by the grumble of his stomach.  He lets out a groan as he reaches to the seat next to open, retrieving a can of tuna. He cracks it open and scoops up a spoonful, hesitantly putting it to his mouth. The smell was repugnant and the taste was no better either but it was all he could afford and he was hungry. He forces himself to have a few bites before laying it onto the dashboard.

Scott Oasis: I can just sleep it off…..

Scott Oasis leans back his chair and ends up resting in uncomfortable fashion, hardly getting any sleep that night.
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You know, for years I had told everyone who would listen that I would be great, that I would someday be the one everyone sees on the marquee. Some said they didn’t believe me and the others? They outright laughed in my face. But for every person who tried to shit on me, my motivation to be the best continued to grow. All of that did was make me stronger. I’ve learned from all of this. There are always going to be people trying to unfairly bury you and your talent based off of some bs misconceptions and there are always going to be people much less deserving of you getting ahead. That’s why on my road to the top I had to adopt a new way of handling things. When you see something is not how it should be, you don’t let things slide, you correct it and you take what is yours. That is the way that has gotten me to where I am today and that way is what is going to cause me to come out of my first Pay-Per-View main event as the victor, I am going to correct the cancerous entity that is Dynasty Wrestling! This Dynasty garbage only serves as a blood sucking leach taking away time and opportunity from the Elitists who need it.

They are not deserving of this main event spot.

They are not deserving of being on Territorial Invasion.

They are not deserving of our Championship belts.

They are not deserving of their television time slot.

They are not deserving of the fact they still exist.

Guys like Jacob Senn can argue their case all they want but at the end of the day Dynasty still lost the Brand Survival match and they weren’t unfairly removed from EAW. Lucian Black was pinned to the mat 1, 2, 3, what is there to argue? You can try and bring up Quality Control’s involvement but that wasn’t against the rules at all, it was a triple threat match, there are no disqualifications! If you had such a problem with how it went down you could have came down yourself and tried to stop it instead of sitting on your ass, twiddling your thumbs and then trying to speak out about it after the fact. Oh, but I suppose playing victim and starting up some phony revolution sells better. I like how he jumped down my throat trying to take shots at my Interwire Championship reign's legitimacy because he was so hurt by my world title comments. Heh, he can try tearing me down until the cows come home, the person who beat me for my title may have left but I still can say I held my title without needing some lucky finish every month. I don't know what you were trying to accomplish there buddy, it only helps me prove how much of a terrible choice Conning made by tossing you into the mix.
As for Tyler Parker, he still hasn’t shown me that he has found his spark again. Those were all hollow words coming from his mouth. To paraphrase what I had heard, he pretty much said that he still has it, is going to eliminate everyone on Team EAW and that I’m a tool. That’s the type of common tripe I’d hear from anybody. You’re hyping yourself up and getting people to expect this epic performance but can you really live up to those standards? From the sound of things it came off as if you were just desperate to put together some kind of response to remarks. That’s the same exact stuff I got from Carlos Rosso and Lucian Black as well, they had no real ammo to fire back so they instead defaulted to what they knew.  Carlos with his underachieving shtick and Lucian with his boring speech. There was no merit behind what they had to say.

You have more accolades than me? I would hope so with how much longer you’ve been around.

I’m overachieving? That just seems like something someone envious would say, if you earned a win you earned a win.

You’re locked and loaded, you’re going to punch me! That is soooo threatening.

The best part is that when this is all over and they have failed, you know what they will bring to the table? Excuses. Nothing but excuses, the same blame game and pity party they’ve had since Pain For Pride. This isn’t some great rebellion, it’s just a bunch of failures in denial of what they really are. You five should feel lucky that our team is even bothering to show up and deal with this.  You can keep living in your fantasy world because come Saturday that will be the only thing you will be able to take solace in. It is time to let go of the past and look ahead to the future, a future guided by the visions of men like Zack Crash, Hades and Kevin Devastation, and dominated by guys like Rhaegar and myself. Territorial Invasion is about to become the first of many shining moments in my career and the new era of EAW.

☤ On a bench Tiberius Jones watches a city street with his headphones on, headphones made by JaywalkerInc “Beats by Jay”-tis just a joke-. He observes the people, teenage girls wearing bandanas, people reviving the trend to have lines in their hair, people with pointed shoes, people in Muslim garbs and people wearing anime themed attire. He runs his hands into his afro in profound thought and starts to speak.☤

We live in the time where exposure and the passing of information have made mediums of all kinds transcend their origins. It would be an understatement to state styles are getting borrowed, styles are getting stolen, or shared if you prefer to see it that way. I say prefer like it’s such a trivial thing, but in truth people are at each other’s throats about if it thievery or sharing, is it us ripping away things from communities who feel they own things or is it us coming together more as one? People use terms like cultural appropriation and others say it’s no different compared to people who don’t feel they were born in the right gender as they finally find a home in a community they feel fits them, people like Rachel Dolezal obtain both media outrage and unshakeable support from the people she apparently hurts as they yell back that she has done much leadership aid to strengthen them. Some people type away at their keyboards ranting about how people born in 1998 aren’t really authentic 90’s kids as they feel snot nosed brats are trying to be cool by taking their generations mannerisms and favorite tv shows despite not growing up with them, others say let the kids go.

Are the youth born in 2003 not allowed appreciate a Kurt Cobain or a Michael Jackson? Let alone Bob Marley?

Should pop artists be allowed to make music themed from ancient Egypt?

Are the classics the only things allowed to be loved from generation to generation? But what is a classic now that anything and everything can be passed down through the years that can touch people and have them identify with what they’ve come in contact with?

Maybe to Mr.DEDEDE when it comes to extreme, I’m a white girl doing the new big sensational jive from the black community or the twelve year old rocking to The Beatles when he ought to be crying about what’s going on with One Direction.  To him Drake and I are “snot” posers, two young punks who have no idea what this business represents and shouldn’t talk about it.

Well I say this. Extreme may have been tested and forged in your generation Mr.DEDEDE, but that does not mean it belongs to you, nor to Y2Impact, nor even the head of the J-Dynasty who might THINK otherwise with his EAW original mindset. With all due respect to you all, ideals, states of mind, art, and dreams belong to all the ages and people that can come into contact with them and have those things connect with them.

I hadn’t wrestled in Extreme Answers Wrestling for long, perhaps four months or so was all I had before Elite came to be, but it doesn’t mean I didn’t make a deep connection with what I was doing and the environment I put all my heart, sweat and tears working in. Let’s not forget, all the time I spent working in the back as a member of the backstage crew as a kid trying to be allowed to wrestle here and the time I spent in wrestling school just for these very moments! DDD acts like I should just get over it and move on with the elite way like it’s no big deal, like he can’t understand how I’m so attached to extreme, but I don’t understand how THEY have done it, how can you have so much passion for something and spent so much time honing your craft for it only to just move on in silence because Zack Crash says so?! Whether new or old, so many had planned to come to EAW or been here a long time already! Perhaps they never have had true passion to begin with. Perhaps all of you are just followers who’d just about anything you’re told without care for what it means and what you’re about! I came here to define myself as one of the slyest and slickest members of Extreme Answers Wrestling, I got a lot of tricks up my sleeves to amaze and awe! Most of these tricks these days are worthy of disqualification, it hampers my style and even makes me out to be something I never intended, someone not willing to “prove” himself because nowadays I look like just an average cheater. Elite changes the entirety of what my game is seen as! So excuse me if I don’t abide. Excuse me if I talk about the principles of extreme! But know that I don’t care if you don’t like it. I’ll foam at the mouth about extreme all day and all night repping the movement with all the talk that I want! Nah I won’t just talk about it, I’ll pick up my gat and join my boys putting bullets into all of you who stand in our way until we’ve put holes in and blown away all those who oppose us!

It doesn’t matter what kind of ammunition is needed to wipe out the other team, we’re six guns known as Hexa-gun, blasters of different types all with the intent to decimate what’s put in front of us. When you look at us you’d best know you’re looking at a range of rockets, canons, semi-automatics, rifles, snipers and silencers! Mr.DEDEDE doesn’t know what he’s doing when he walks up to us with a crew of punks not ready for war! Mr.DEDEDE seems to think he’s invincible based on how long he’s been in the game and survived its various contents, but even the oldest and wisest kingpins get put down despite the empires the run and build! Carelessness does not suit you DDD. Stepping into a war you aren’t even sure in your own heart you’ll win is even worse, whoever heard of Mr.DEDEDE talk about himself LOSING before an epic contest? It’s not right, just like this elite garbage isn’t. Maybe it’s gotten to you DDD, maybe it’s made you weak. But the fact that your mindset is in question, the fact that you yourself had to lower yourself defending the idea that you might be complacent before anyone even anyone said so, speaks volumes because to you it’s become something worth even acknowledging! Something worth the great Mr.DEDEDE to refute in advance!

And soon, it’ll be something worth the whole world saying. Maybe it’s time someone else appropriates DDD’s place as EAW’s spear and shield.

☤Fade to black.☤

TERRITORIAL INVASION: CIVIL WAR PR0M0 #1
 
At lot can happen in a year!
 

Do you all remember where we were at this time last year?  Do you still recall everything that has happened since then?  Allow me to remind you all.  Last year EAW was soaking in the corruption of men like Mr. DEDEDE and the so called “legends” who ran this place like their own personal sandbox.  But then I rallied the troops, I toppled the biggest name this company’s ever seen, and I changed EAW forever!  I helped take young talent to heights they never would’ve experience under the old regime.  I expanded EAW’s borders outside its national home and took us on the most daring World Tour wrestling has ever seen!  I helped created what is possibly the most successful Pain For Pride in EAW’s history!  But it hasn’t always been sunshine and roses.  Like all leaders I faced my share of detractors and insurgents.  Many of them tried, in their own unique ways, to take me down.  Yet despite all their attempts, here I still stand, with even more power than the day when I first took office, while they cower and bow under my foot!  AT lot can happen in a year.  And within those 365 days, I have become the God Of EAW!  I’ve achieved more in that year, on my own, then I ever would’ve under any other Chairman’s reign.  I have been under a constant barrage of bullets and criticism, yet I remain stronger then ever.  Because I’m untouchable!  I’m bulletproof!  I’m unbeatable! I’m immortal!  Of course I’ve had to do some horrible things along the way, but they were necessary steps to fix this rotten company.  Who else could’ve done all that and come this far?!  Would they have had the courage to keep going?!  No!  Only I was capable of leading this company to the place it needed to get to!  The place it was destined to eventually arrive to!  Anyone who isn’t standing here with me has simply been left behind by the progress of evolution.  It’s survival of the fittest in its most basic form.  EAW had to evolve.  But there’s still so much more work that needs to be done.  And Dynasty is holding EAW back from that.  Their brand was a relic of the past and they had to be replaced with a new vision.  All I did was make sure that happened for the greater good of all EAW.  They’ve been promoting this event as a “Civil War”, but I’d like to examine that moniker for moment.  By history’s definition, a civil war is an internal battle fought on one’s own domesticated land.  It’s a war of brother against brother.  So when you consider that, this is not in fact a “Civil War”!  Because Dynasty are no longer brothers to EAW!  They are nothing but a group of bitter loser who can’t stomach the fact that their brand lost at Pain For Pride, and thus no longer exists.  It was the deal their own General Manager agreed to, the contract was signed, and they picked their own representative.  And they lost!  Doesn’t matter what happened during the match; a lose is a lose.  But instead of accepting their defeat with grace and coming to join one of the other brands, they lash out like a bunch of spoiled children.  Now they’re attacking not only myself, but all of EAW!  If I’m the one they take such issue with, why are they so intent on punishing all of EAW, the company that gave them so much?  Because they are selfish!  They don’t care about the good of EAW.  They only care about themselves.  Do not let them fool you into making this out to be some kind fight against corruption, which I might add isn’t even an original excuse since I did it last year!  But let me repeat myself when I say that Dynasty Wrestling no longer exists!  Nothing they do, no matter how seemingly big, matters anymore.  This title belt they created…irrelevant!  It’s roster…jobless!  They are a company of sound and fury, signifying nothing!  Look at this team; then look at mine.  Team EAW is lead by its very own Chairman, the very definition of a leader.  Team Dynasty is led by TLA…a nobody when compared to myself!  Team EAW is composed of men like Hades, Scott Oasis, Kevin Devastation, and Rhaegar, legends and future legends all of them.  Team Dynasty is composed of men like Jacob Senn, Carlos Rosso, Lucian Black, and Tyler Parker, a team of rejects and second raters!  Team Dynasty simply is out classed and out ranked!  They always have been.  The people on Dynasty have always had this high opinion of themselves, thinking their brand was the flagship of EAW.  But in the end, both Dynasty the brand and Team Dynasty can be summed up in one word…OVERRATED!  They failed at Pain For Pride, so why should I take them seriously at Territorial Invasion?  I’ve indulged these people for far too long.  Now it’s time to bring them back under my thumb.  And when that happens, it won’t be like with EAW.  I won’t be guiding Dynasty into a new era of success, and I certainly won’t allow them to rejoin the roster.  Instead…I plan to bury Dynasty Wrestling…FOREVER!!!  I will take the future, the livelihood of every man and woman on that pathetic excuse for a wrestling program, and choke the life out it!  They will be made an example of for those who try to rebel against THE Rebel!  You think you can have a rebellion against me?!  Don’t make me laugh!  Just remember that all rebellions do not go well for those who incite them.  And you just might find yourself with a knot of rope around your neck!  But take comfort that your defeat will not be in vain.  Your defeat will signal the final transformation of my reign as Chairman of EAW!  After you're all gone, I will be able to turn this company into a new, PERFECT EAW!   

Dynasty doesn't owe you anything, Kevin, YOU owe Dynasty Wrestling. The brand that made you into the star you are today. That's something you said yourself. You didn't make Dynasty the best damn show of 2010 and 2011, the ENTIRE Dynasty roster did. If you want to be treated with respect? Why don't you fight for it? Fight for it like I have for the past six years. Then again you could fight your entire life for it and you still won't be respected. Not after what you've done. If you cared about Dynasty, if you truly cared about Elite Answers Wrestling you wouldn't be on Zack Crash's side. A man who professed himself as a "devil", an antagonist to EAW and Dynasty Wrestling. Ever since Crash usurped the reins of EAW he has wanted to take me down. For my personal convictions and aspirations with "his" company. He's never had the balls to do it himself though. He was never audacious enough to face me like a real man. Tomorrow night, our paths will cross, it is inevitable. I don't care what I have to do to get to him. I'll do it willingly. This has gone on for way too long, it's time to end it. I want to punch Zack Crash's face more than anything in this world. And when I have a goal, when I am hell bent on accomplishing something I accomplish it, I reach that goal regardless who gets in my way, no matter how many tribulations and hardships I have to confront.But I am not just going to punch Crash, I am going to spear Crash and punch him again and then spear him again and then punch him again  and spear him again until there's no air left inside of his LUNGS. I know you will deploy every single move in your repertoire, every tactic in your arsenal, but nothing you try against us will be effective, nothing will work because we are solely focused on one thing and that is ending Zack Crash's reign of terror and getting him into Dynasty Wrestling.

So now I only beat you because it was my "destiny"? I don't know if a victory over you is what I was truly destined for..  Quite frankly, I don't believe in destiny. I just believe in myself. And I know my victory over you wasn't a fluke. I know I won that match because I had all the tools that were necessary to defeat you. I wouldn't say I am superior to you, but when I beat you I proved I was indeed superior as an elitist. You lost because you didn't have what it took to beat me. Simple as that. It wasn't "karma" it was your inability to match up to me. Whether you like it or not I solidified myself, I cemented myself as your superior on that night. You're right about one thing though. I failed, I was unsuccessful when I required to be  successful the most. I failed to live up to the hype and I let a lot of people down. But you have nor ight to judge me for that Kevin, you've failed on several different occasions as well. Remember Grand Rampage?? Remember when we faced off? Remember all of your matches against Mr. DEDEDE???? Honestly, it is a travesty that you are in the hall of fame. I'm not the reason this war ensued.. Crash is. Evidently, you weren't paying attention when he sent down his lapdogs to the ring at Pain For Pride 8 to cost me the match. Even if Dynasty didn't meet it's demise as a brand that night, there would still be a Civil War because people are sick and tired of Zack Crash, people don't want a tyrant running this company. I may be nothing in EAW, you are absolutely right. However, I am kind of a big deal to the Dy Hards.. I don't know why I am considered "filler" by the corporate offices. I don't know why I still don't have a hall of fame ring in possession. I do know I deserve better, I do know I have earned my ring. You sure as hell haven't, but that's none of my business... Tomorrow night Team EAW -- or should I say Team Crash will reach their downfall. And with their downfall comes a new opportunity for me. An opportunity to exact my revenge on Zack Crash.. an opportunity I plan on taking full advantage of.

 
 
 
 
 

(The scene opens up to Kevin Devastation sitting alone in a dark room, looking at a wall that is showing various members of Team Dynasty, The EAW Roster, and even the EAW Universe speaking about his return, speaking about how he returned, and his role in EAW today. Kevin Devastation sits and he watches each and every word come from the mouths of these people...)

"...He should have just stayed home..."

"...The old dog hasn't learned a single new trick, and that will be his downfall..."

"...That's what went into the Hall OF Fame? A Certified suit with a yes man complex..."

"...Hes a second rate superstar and a third rate legend..."

"...He is gonna fall on his face AGAIN..."

(Kevin Devastation begins to tap his finger on the arm of the chair he is sitting in, and as he does his face grows a bit more into a snarl than a usual smirk. He finally has enough as he holds his hand up as the production in front of him has stopped and he sits there, in the dark, as you can barely see the outline of him. He begins to speak.)

Dynasty...The brand that made me into a star, the brand that I made into the best damn show of 2010 and 2011. The very entity that I ran rough shot over, that I ran, that I booked for, that I oversaw production, that I called shots for, that I did everything for...And this is how those people repay me. Was I unfair? Yes I was. Was I out for myself over the good fortunes of everything else? Of course I would have been a fool not to be. But I sat in and did everything to show that Kevin Devastations brand would be seen as the top brand in the history of this company day in and day out. That alone should make them respect me, but it doesn't. That alone should make those people bow down to me like I was their master, not their boss but their MASTER! I ruled them ironfisted and I made sure that everything was done to ensure them all a next paycheck. And what do they do, they ridicule me, they try and make me feel as if I did nothing for any of them. From the front office to the crew to the guys inside the locker rooms, they all owed me a lot, they owed me their livelihoods and how do they repay a man like me? They talk down to me like I am washed up, like I have nothing left, like Kevin Devastation has nobody he can turn to for strength and for assurance in the entire world, when the entire brand should be behind my every move. And for that the entire Dynasty brand will see what Kevin Devastation has for them next. They will see it in just a few days, that's how long they have left before they see exactly what their master has brought them to next...and that I promise with every ounce of my being. Because the only time "Dynasty" ever meant anything other than being another brand, is when I put a K in front of it...

(Kevin Devastations shadow is seen moving from the chair he was sitting in, as he is followed over to a door, he opens it and begins to walk out as the camera follows him out into a long hallway, and you can see he is dressed in his usual black pants, v neck shirt with a cross with a sword going through it with the scorpions tail wrapping around to show a scorpion on the bottom. He stops at another door and opens it, stepping outside of the building into the dark night, the air chilled with the usual 50ish degree weather in North Carolina at night during the fall. Kevin stands on the side porch area of his home and looks out into the night as he begins to speak again.)

Lucian Black is a man of honor, is a man who can not be denied of that, but can be denied of many other things on this earth. One of which, is not a win over myself. Last year, Lucian Black set me on fire twice to win a match that he was destined to win, and that was all it was Lucian was destiny. Not the fact that you were better, not the fact that you deserve everything and I deserve nothing. IT WAS PURE DESTINY FOR YOU TO GET THAT ONE WIN OVER ME, AS MUCH AS I BAD MOUTHED YOU FOR YEARS! Karma got me, karma of all things made Kevin Devastation lose that match, and that I can accept, that I can chalk up and say that was something I can live with. One thing though that I can not live with is the fact that even after that, after you beat m and I even spoke of you in my farewell address last year, that you deserved to be a World Champion, that Lucian Black deserved to have people believe his hype, you fail all of that, you fail the stock I put into you Lucian. You still are in the same position you were in last year, except this time you are the reason everything is happening around you. You, a man who is not worth the air it is taking to talk about you in any kind of high regard, you are the reason that Zack Crashs regime has this match with "Dynasty Wrestling" inside War Games, because of your failure Lucian. You failed everything and everybody at Pain For Pride, no matter how the deck was stacked, no matter who had your back, or who had Zack Crashs back, or who Hades was working for, it does not matter one little bit Lucian, you are NOTHING in this company now, like you were last year, like the year before that, like every other minute you have spent as an EAW Extremist, or Elitist. You good sir are the definition of "filler". When the corporate offices need a fall guy, when you're looked at as the scapegoat and given a big chance to do anything...IT IS ALL BECAUSE THEY NEEDED A FILLER! IT IS BECAUSE THE PEOPLE NEED SOMEONE TO CHEER, OR TO BOO, IN THE RIGHT TIME AND PLACE! It's not because you are great, it never has. Because if it was Lucian, then you would be standing next to me, having a nice shinny ring on your finger like I do, instead of just that same old chip on your shoulder like you always had. Have fun choking on that truth, whilst you choke on the same hype you try and spill outta your mouth every week...

(Kevin Devastation begins to walk off his porch, and begins to walk through his yard walking next to an old tree, where even now the leaves have begun to change and some have fallen to the ground, and some are just carried away in the wind. Kevin takes a moment to watch as the night air carries one away. He picks one up off the ground and admires it, then just lets it go at the next gust of wind and watches it fly away.)

TLA is a man I know very well, sadly I know him very well. He was in the very first company I joined, and to this day he has not changed one single bit. Sure he has his little posse with him, the rogues he has picked up from he stays in places like NWF and AWL, and how I loathed my time in both companies, how both places made me hate the sport, how they made me hate getting up every day and going to work. How people like TLA give wrestlers, entertainers, athletes, and most importantly men a bad name. You are nothing more than a teenager trapped inside of a mans body, and that alone is enough to make me wanna puke. Have you had success? Yes you have and I will give you that, because every dog has his day once or twice I guess. But you have been a cancer to my career ever since we have met, nothing that will hurt, because you have been be nine to everything I have ever done. But oh did I dread the day I met you over seven years ago, and how do I dread the day I have to see you anywhere they spew out the trash that is Dynasty wrestling these days. You as a cancer has done two things for my career, one has been an annoyance that I have wished I could have gotten rid of, not because it caused my health any kind of pain, but because I don't want you to be anywhere near what I am trying to do. And two, you have been a very big part of what keeps me going in this business, because if I left it for good now, with people like you in a ring I helped make sure is still around, then I would be leaving this place with a very bleak future in the hands of a immature, wasteful, idiotic, piece of trash that should have went down the drain that is called NWF. You should have burned to the ground like that company did with you as one of the people who they counted on when it mattered most. You should have been destroyed then and there in this business, but don't worry TLA. Come Civil War, It all comes to and end, ill be cancer free, and you'll still be care free. Except this time, you will be job free too, because when I win, and get the chance, I end you like you have been needing to be ended for five years. Enjoy the last few days you have left in front of a camera, you're fifteen minutes are almost up "esse". And just like the wind carries away leaves after they fall from a tree, you two will be carried away as you fall from the Dynasty tree, that is slowly dying. Because winter is coming, and I am the cold reality that comes with it.

(Kevin Devastation continues walking through his yard, and comes to his garage, he hits the clicker on his ring of keys causing it to open, showcasing his vast collections of older muscle cars and luxury vehicles. Kevin Devastation walks inside and begins looking to see what he will drive next. He stops at an older silver 1969 Boss 429 mustang, sitting next to a 2015 Cadillac CTS-V Coupe. He walks over to a case on the wall, punches in a code, and then opens it revealing a set of keys to each automobile, and grabs a set. He walks back over to the two cars, and puts the key into the door of the Mustang.)

Tyler Parker is a man who I used to look at and snicker, a man who cared more about being "dashing" than he did anything else, now that was gonna be an idiot who fell through the cracks. But somehow and someway he made it work, Tyler Parker made something out of himself, and slowly moved away from the need to be a glorified pretty boy to become a real competitor, and it started to work very well in his favor. He got big wins over a lot of people, he got championship wins and even beat Y2Impact at Pain For Pride to become the "Quintessential Successor" in this industry, now that alone would give anybody a big head about themselves, along with the fact that he had best people like Mr DEDEDE not to long before that, now that seems like a sure fire main event status superstar, right? RIGHT! And what did Tyler Parker do with all that fame, all that hype, all that momentum...He became a World Champion, he became what he always dreamed and it didn't get robbed from him like his last title reign like that power tripped fool Robbie V. And Tyler held that title a long time, Tyler made sure that his World Title did not get stolen from him, even after the whole Dynasty losing its rights to being in EAW, even after all of that Tyler Parker still held on, until a real star in Brian Daniels came a long and proved why the world should take him serious again and took Tylers title from him. Just like his little buddies, just like Cyclone had the hype, just like Hurricane Hawk had the hype, Tyler Parker had the hype, and Tyler Parker fizzled out like the rest of them. I guess when you look at Tyler, you see one of many, like cars really. You see many kinds of fancy, luxury cars that are expensive when you see people with money, kinda like a Cadillac, its usually owned by the rich, driven by the rich, and you see many of them, right? Kinda like a superstar who is in a certain mold, who no matter who is in charge of the place, they use that same mold when they make them into a star, kinda like a Cyclone? A Hurricane Hawk? A Tyler Parker? Catch my drift kid? Because with you, your a dime a dozen, fighting a man who they broke the mod when they made him. Think about it, think until War Games when I show you what I mean face to face...

(Kevin gets in the car and starts it up, he begins to pull out of the garage and park outside as he goes back inside the garage to close up everything, as he comes back outside he closes the garage and then looks into the night sky one more time, you can see the stars and the constellations they make, really is a sight to see on a clear night like tonight. He walks back up to the porch where his wife Amie stands, holding out a suitcase and they exchange goodbyes, Kevin walks back over to his car and then pops the trunk and places his suitcase in the back, then shuts the trunk of the car again looks to the camera.)

Jacob Senn is a man I do not think I have ever had the pleasure of facing, or meeting ti be honest. So allow me to introduce myself formally, I am Kevin Devastation, I am a Hall Of Famer to EAW, and I am the man that you have shown to the world to be an inspiration to you since you arrived here. You have shown that you are a "Savior", A "Conqueror" , among a bunch of other names that prove that you are all talk when it comes to most things. Sure you have had success, sure you have done great things in EAW, for EAW, and for Dynasty, but when you cut everything down to the very core, past the veins and the muscles and nerves...down to the bone, You Jacob Senn are nothing more than a shorter, more foolish and more brash version of the man you see standing here today. A Devawannabee like I have never seen before in my life, and that will come to bite you in the end like the storybook fable that comes to an end at Territorial Invasion. It is nothing more than the stories like King Arthur and the sword in the stone, like Aladdin and the king of the thieves, YOU are nothing more than the product of a damn childs book who got the attitude that he belongs, that he can be king, that he can be somebody special. You are nobody special Jacob Senn, you are not a conqueror, you are not a fabled hero who will save the world from Zack Crash or any of the other people in this match, and that is gonna be a REAL heartbreak when the man known as Kevin Devastation, the man who once was the overseer, the master, the Julius Ceaser of Dynasty...cuts down the newer, the one who thinks he can take my place, and proves to the world once and for all that you can be fabled all day Jacob, but there is a difference between facts and fiction. And there is a difference between reading legends of old about being "the man", and being that legend of old who was, is, and forever will be the man...

(Kevin Devastation gets into the car, and rolls the window down to speak again as he starts the car up, ready to take his leave to go to Civil War. He smiles a bit, and then takes a deep breathe, and begins to talk again.)

 And before they say I forgot, Carlos Rosso...A man who I respect, and will enjoy to do battle with this coming PPV. You sir know what I bring to the table, and I know what you bring to the table. So lets see, for the very first time, which one of us truly has the guts and the determination to outlast the other in this field of battle. And I am not gonna play a devil, or act as if I am a God. But I will say this to you good sir, and to the other four men on your team as well. I am not a God, but you all will wish I was one by the end of the night.

God forgives and shows mercy, And I never will...

((The scene comes into view of an empty corridor occupied by one shadowy figure from afar—he is tall, lean, and dressed in black from head to toe with his long raven locks driven mostly down his defined back and parts off to one side of his chiseled mug.))

Kaine:  “We are broadcasting live from behind enemy lines here at a Dynasty House Show, the place seems a bit bare and empty right now, but we plan on seeing a lot of big names soon…oh, wait, who is that down there?”

((It becomes clear to everyone watching, that this is Jerrod Kaine wielding a camera.))

Kaine:  “Excuse me, sir, could you come over here for a minute, I’d like to have a word with you?!”

((He exclaimed, calling out to the larger gentlemen, it seemed that he heard his calls as he would start toward his direction.  Nearer and nearer he got with each step; and as he got closer his looks became more and more distinctive to the public at large.  It’s the former Answer’s World Champion, Hades.))

Kaine:  “Oh boy, it’s the former Answer’s Heavyweight Champion of the World, just hanging about in the eye of the public like a normal person.”

Hades:  “Give it a rest Kaine, you know full blown well that we both agreed to meet up here.”

Kaine:  “Tis true, but they didn’t so thanks for ruining the illusion; so you said we were going on a walk…why did I have to steal bring a camera in order to do that and why are we meeting up here of all places?”

Hades:  “Because I want to give back to the EAW Universe.  I mean, they’ve been so good to me throughout the years, I thought why not do something nice in return for their perpetual support and loyalty?”

Kaine:  “Really?”

Hades:  “Pfft.  No.  Well, okay, a little bit.  On any other given day the EAW Universe can suck a fat one for all I care; suck it, heave, choke, and legit die.  But this week is about two things: 1) defeating Team Dynasty at Territorial Invasion; and 2) protecting the reputation, creative genius, and vision of Zachary Crashington the third’s EAW.”

Kaine:  “Understandable…so, why are we here?”

Hades:  “You’re beginning to ponder the wrong questions Kaine, rather than question our motives for being here perhaps you should query what brought us here.”

((The two proceed to walk down the corridor at a slow pace, Jerrod, not taking that camera off of Hades.))

Kaine:  “Okay, then what brought us here?”

Hades:  “WAR!  Pure, uncut, unfiltered, unadulterated war.  We have been exposed to blatant acts of mutiny and trespassing on the part of these nonconformists Conning has been accommodating ever since Dynasty met its end three months ago; and this weekend at Territorial Invasion is when we answer to their cries for war – when we say, ‘Enough is enough.  I’m sure you’ve had a blast over the last few months which was made possible with the aid of the EAW Elitists and funding of Conning and possibly other faceless investors who were too gutless to show their mugs on-camera; but it’s time to retreat back to the grave you were placed in at Pain for Pride VIII earlier this year.’  This so called ‘company’ that has been put on the line, is a huge sham.  And without the interest of EAW Invasions to keep viewers engaged or showcases on our Free Per-Views who’s to say they would’ve even lasted this long?  They’ve been a liability to EAW long before the war even began; and we were their crutch.  The Members of the Board as well as Dynasty’s anonymous Investors—who are wetting themselves over the miraculous spike in ratings that abomination of a show has managed to pull as of late—are morons.  They haven’t taken into account any of the facts I’ve mentioned prior, nor have they calculated their probable drop in ratings once the war has concluded.  Do you think these people are watching Dynasty for the Wrestling anymore?  It’s stale and beyond predictable.  Case and point, I can recall every single episode Dynasty has had in the past year: Tyler Parker wins.  I don’t even have to watch the show to know who it’s about or what’s going to happen.  They’re as predictable as the ocean is wide, and it’s time we put an end to the tomfoolery.”

((The two come to a halt in front of a dressing room door with a five-point star located in the center with the words “TLA” inscribed across it.))

Kaine:  “Speaking of tomfoolery…”

Hades:  “Ah, first stop is the dressing room of the New Breed and DCW Champion TLA, shall we enter?”

Kaine:  “We shall.”

((The two enter and begin to examine their surroundings.  The room is decorated with a variety of things you’d typically find in a personal locker room, a sofa, wall of lockers, plasma television, etc.  But of course it possesses that same TLA flavor such as the Mexican Flag which is suspended high on a wall over the doorway, showing much pride to his homeland and people.  Kaine breaks the initial silence in the room by letting out a blunt “UGH” turned off by the scent of the room.))

Kaine:  “Ugh, this place reeks of quesadillas!  I bet if you checked underneath the sofa or one of those lockers you’d find a bottle of tequila.”

Hades:  “Racist much?”

((Hades’ attention is caught by a strange sparkle coming from within the crevice of the cracked locker nearby.  He walks over and opens the door to find the DCW Intergalactic Championship hanging from the hook; a small smile folds on his face as he takes hold of it looking deeply into the face of the main plate; soon followed by a slight graze of his fingers against the leather strap and shiny gold plates.))

Hades:  “The DCW Championship…wow, I remember a time when this actually meant something.  When being DCW Champion meant something in this business.  But that was a long time ago, a time when names like King Cliff, Risky Business, Infamous Anderson – and my personal favorite – Deadman4Life made this Title worth chasing after.”

Kaine:  “And now?”

Hades:  “Now…it’s soiled with the fuckery of this wet-eared, ball-licking, TLA’s name; now…it’s not worth the blood spilled on it; now…it’s completely useless; now…it’s garbage.”

((Kaine gets a shot of Hades dumping the DCW Championship in what appears to be the only trash bin in the perimeter to the crowd’s disliking.))

Hades:  “I’m sure no one wants to see that, no one wants to see me dump a championship especially one with such a rich history as the DCW Championship, but it had to be done.  I mean, not only me, but hundreds of guys spent hours – enough hours to make up a lifetime – perfecting their craft upon signing with DCW all so they could one day be the big kahuna and this is what all of their hard work has been reduced to?  A mere cheap imitation that has been reduced to being nothing more than another addition to the EAW’s list of weekly programming?!  No, no, no, DCW deserves way more respect than that.  More than a couple of buffoons masquerading as a broadcasting team.  More than a joke of a No.1 Contender.  More than TLA as Champion.  They can dress it up to by giving it a fancy label all they’d like – World, Universe, Outer Space, Galactic, Intergalactic, whatever – but all I see is a shell of what it once was; just like Dynasty.  And like Dynasty, I have no problem doing what is necessary in putting it down, especially when the original owner – Hi, Dark Demon – isn’t man enough to do so himself.”

Kaine:  “Not that I’m not enjoying this breaking and entering we’re doing here, but what exactly are we here for?”

Hades:  “Simple.  To show them and the rest of the world that we can fuck with them whenever we want, and there isn’t a damned thing they can do about it.  Come on, let’s go to the next room.”

((Kaine follows Hades, still recording and broadcasting the events live; but before Hades departs from TLA’s room he snatches the Mexican Flag from the wall and carelessly tosses it to the ground.  The two walk a ways down the corridor before they meet another room with Tyler Parker’s name on the door.  They enter to find that the setting is much different from TLA’s room, practically everything inside of it is white or an off-white color.  Along with this discovery, they find the placement of a full-length mirror set off in the furthest corner of the room and a lot of framed images of Tyler Parker that are put on display on the walls.))

Kaine:  “Ah, the Lair of the Liege of Light.”

Hades:  “Thanks for that Captain Obvious; what gave you the impression, the numerous photos of him on the walls?”

((Hades replied to him with a snarky tone.))

Hades:  “I do believe it was Tyler Parker who said that I haven’t done anything noteworthy of ‘Hell-raising’ lately, and sad to say I’m starting to question whether he pays the slightest bit of attention to anyone other than himself.  I mean when you’re sitting atop of the Mount Everest that is the EAW like he was, watching over everyone below with the company of the World Heavyweight Championship on your shoulder, one would be inclined to believe that you’d be more vigilant of the on-goings of competitors, even those beyond the border of your own brand.  Perhaps me dominating the Grand Rampage last year, sending the entire Demon’s Council to Hell at Dia Del Diablo, practically frying DEDEDE after launching him off-stage onto a bed of electrical equipment, disposing of a huge number of people without help this past week on Dynasty, or killing Dynasty along with the careers of many at Pain for Pride wasn’t enough for him?  But it doesn’t cloud the reality of the situation we find ourselves in now.  Truth is, outside of Crash, I am the pebble to the ripple effect, the generator which harnesses just enough spark to energize an entire building; I gave him and his entire ‘Team’ a purpose – a reason to lace up their boots this Saturday – so he needs to chill the fuck out and enjoy riding the coattails of my success for once; otherwise without my influence Dynasty would have remained just another show that follows Battleground throughout the week.

You’d think he’d be a bit more respectful of someone whose actions continue to inspire actions occurring within the present day – as opposed to his accolades which remain subjected as well as related to past tense – instead of vexing him with the same old insults, but I suppose the very absence of the item which made a man relevant in the first place, is all the motivation needed to drive him utterly insane in a sea of his own denial.  There’s me, a self-made Champion and Superstar, and then there’s him, a guy who didn’t hit that legendary mark until he got the World Title.

Hey, now there’s a snazzy looking jacket.”

((Referring to the white hooded jacket that rested over the arm of the chair in the room.  Hades is quick to retrieve it and place it on, stretching every bit of stitching and lace in it by doing so, while continuing on.))

Hades:  “If nothing else, I could learn to appreciate his fashion sense.”

Kaine:  “You look great Hades, maybe you should consider wearing that to your match this week?”

Hades:  “Tempting.  Very tempting.  But nah, the white would only clash with my attire.

On a side note though, do you know what insult I’ve actually grown fond of whenever my opponent’s speak up about me?”

Kaine:  “No, what?”

Hades:  “When they’re saying that my career has amounted to nothing, yet they recall every piece of information about it.  Similar to the way that Parker tried to diminish the value of my Answer’s Championship run by calling it forgettable.  I find it amusing because if that were true, then I doubt he’d bring it up in the first place.  Why waste breathe on talking about something you don’t remember?  Probably because you do remember, which is to be expected, what real wrestling fan is liable to forget that moment that’s revered as one of the greatest moments in Pain for Pride history?  It was the perfect end to a long journey rigged with upsets and disappointing outcomes.  I went in a man who’d taken more shots between the crotch than Kim Kardashian and emerged the Answer’s World Champion.  I would say that’s very commendable and worthy of an ovation, but yeah, let’s clap for the guy that was in two War Games prior to the forthcoming one; congratulate him on actually being present for one of them when the bell sounded; and for being one of the five who’s responsible for putting Crash behind the desk in the first place.”

Kaine:  “Oh yeah, I forgot about that, he was Team Crash at the time.”

Hades:  “You and a whole bunch of people.”

((Somewhere lost in his monologue, Hades found his way to the mirror, imitating numerous muscle poses in the jacket until his muscular frame ripped the sleeves from the main torso of it.))

Kaine:  “Aww, you ripped it.  Oh well, I’m sure he has a spare.”

Hades:  “I’d say so.  Hey, you bring that can of spray paint?”

Kaine:  “Yeah, I got it for you right here.”

((He says, tossing the red can to Hades who has bad intentions in mind with that paint.  He shakes it a bit, decapitates the cap from the neck of the can, then sprays red paint over the face of the mirror, lockers, and wall of the locker room.  Even capping it off with the “EAW” insignia.  Hades stands back in admiration of his work with his arms folded on his chest.))

Kaine:  “I think he’ll be impressed with your artistic skills Hades, and grateful that you were able to add a splash of color to his bland décor and lack of a color scheme.”

((Hades – driven by his own curiosity – is led to another wall that had to be the only wall in the room that had a photo of someone other than Tyler Parker hanging from it, it was of an elderly man, assumed to be Tyler’s deceased Grandfather.  He took a good look at it, took hold of it, then threw it to the floor which in turn caused the glass to shatter to a hundred pieces.))

Hades:  “Alright that’s enough here, let’s go.”

((The two depart from this room and continue down a hallway that would lead them to the concession stand chatting among themselves.))

Kaine:  “Man, we’re really doing a lot of stuff; they’re going to be pissed when they find out what we did.”

Hades:  “Yeah, but who cares?  They’re nobody we can’t handle.  I’m ready for it all and have been for the last three months…words patterned with the mar of bullets, broken bones, bloodshed, you know the works.

While they continue to bicker among each other, Devastation, Rhaegar, Oasis, and I have willingly taken the mold of Troops who’ll stand gallantly mere shoulders apart from one another as they proceed to the battlefield willing to fight and die for a cause they believe in.

Fight…I guess when all is said and done, that’s the single characteristic that bonds both sides but ironically places us at odds.  Those of Team Dynasty are overwhelmed by the same emotion as we of Team EAW are; it has fueled our egos and driven us beyond the brink of conversation.  Now we fight for what and who we trust our faith with.  If you examine both stories, we all feel like we’ve been wronged in some way by the other side, and we seek retribution.  These brand of circumstances are typical in war, if you’re unbiased you’ll see that not every side is right or wrong in its entirety; we both share part of the blame.  Albeit, Crash has made some bad business decisions – like trusting Y2Impact for instance – just as Conning has, but I choose to stand by him because I see Crash as the lesser of two evils.  His experience, knowledge, and my trust in him put him over Conning three to nothing.  Although he has been guilty of trickery in the past, I actually expect that from someone like him, so there is no surprise; but with Conning I’d be going in blindfolded; just as blind and naive as Senn, Parker, and the rest of them.”

((Hades and Jerrod enter the main hall of the arena, where a group of fans are, shocked by their rare appearance some even manage to cheer, but he nor Hades pay them much mind.  They walk over to the stand where a lot of Dynasty merchandise is being sold.))

Kaine:  “Look what we got here, some Lucian Black T-Shirts…”

Hades:  “Maybe instead of T-Shirts he should have Bibs, Pacifiers, Diapers, things of that nature?”

Kaine:  “Why do you say that?”

Hades:  “I don’t know, it’s just something about him that makes me think of a baby.  I get the vibe he enjoys being the one everyone sympathizes with.  He doesn’t win nearly as often as he used to, which has driven most of his diehard fans away, but the kids and the girls latch onto him either because they feel bad for him or they’re attracted to him—it’s not because of his actual talent anymore.  Part of me doesn’t blame his initial  fans for deserting him, after preaching about honor and hope they’d never see time after time I’d grow weary with believing too.”

Kaine:  “The guy even has his own toys…”

Hades:  “Yeah, EAW offered me that same deal once, I turned it down though.”

Kaine:  “Why?”

Hades:  “Because I’m not to be played with.  Very hazardous to your health, they’d put a recall on those things before they could be distributed.”

Kaine:  “Right…hey, I see Carlos still has a lot of shirts up there.”

Hades:  “Doesn’t surprise me.  Besides packing a decent punch, he has nothing going for him, but I’ll help him out.  Kaine, give me a marker or something…excuse me, could I maybe get a closer look at that Carlos T-Shirt?”

((With a look of wary on his face, Jerrod still hands Hades the marker as the man operating the station places the shirt on the counter.  Hades takes off the cap prior to writing “RIP” above the name Carlos and near the bottom signing his autograph with the tagline “Team EAW”.  Upon completion, he shoves the shirt back into the chest of the worker.))

Hades:  “There now at least one of his shirts has some form of additional value.  Welp, Kaine, it seems they’re out of all the Dy-Hard shirts I was looking for…or are they?”

((A devious smirk comes across Hades’ face, as he spots a larger man leaving the arena with that exact shirt on.  He chases after him and catches up to him in the parking lot, instructing him to take off his shirt prior to ripping it off his back with pure force.  The man threatens him with the police but ultimately ends up running towards his car and disappearing to the sound of the screeching tires made by his car.  Hades then takes the time to blow his nose with the shirt, clean his ears out with one end, butt floss with it, followed by a hock and spit.  Alas, that wasn’t enough for him to be satisfied with; he reached into his back pocket to pull out a lighter, holding it to the camera for those watching to see, prior to setting it ablaze in the lot.))

Hades:  “May the crimson flag they wave freely toward the Heavens, be cast into the flames of Hell where it will burn along with those who honor it.”

Kaine:  “I have a feeling this is going to be one of the most uncivil Civil Wars the EAW has ever witnessed.”

Hades:  “Three months Kaine, three months I’ve had to deal with their disrespect.  Them thinking they can simply resurrect what I’ve long since killed and buried…but no more, come Territorial Invasion this revolt will be placed in the same grave which the legacy of what was Dynasty now rots in.  The end is near.”

((On that note, the camera feed is cut abruptly leaving those watching, in support of Dynasty, frantic.))

REPORT 30481 – HENDERSON POLICE DEPARTMENT
 
THURSDAY SEP 24 2015 01:57 – A group of five unidentified teenagers invaded a home at 6730 West MacArthur Street by smashing through the back window and coming in one at a time. The resident of the home, Samantha Lopes, attempted to fight off the first invader but was quickly outnumbered and subdued. She was then presumably raped for upwards of ninety minutes by all five of the men, being forced to participate in oral, anal, and vaginal sex. Semen and urine samples were found at the scene and in her cavities but reports have not yet come back to be matched with possible suspects that are in our system. The victim was reported to have severe bruising across her chest, back, and especially neck. There were also blood stains in various parts of the room going as far as into the hallway, but it is presumed that the majority of the blood came from the victim.
 
…
 
The report was made several hours later when Samantha’s neighbor, Thomas Darcy, entered the home and found Samantha laying on her bedroom floor, face down, with much of her clothing ripped off of her. Lopes denied that anything had happened but Darcy reported the incident anyways. He is now a prime suspect in the case as he has had several sexual assault charges pressed against him in the past. There are no suspects in the case and Lopes is hesitant to speak with our investigators.
 
[END EXCERPT]
 
In the middle of the night, hours after the traumatic events that happened to her earlier, Samantha lies sobbing on the floor, still in the position she was left when she hears her back door swing open again. She lies quietly for a moment, hoping that the invaders aren’t back again as she hears shuffling through the broken glass on the floor and then the creaking her stairs. She turns her head and presses her cheek to the floor as she sees a sixth man emerge from the darkness. He is wearing a pressed suit and a dark mask. The man is much larger than any of the men who raped her and takes a seat in the corner of the room, by her side table, without saying a word. She can barely make out his eyes in the darkness as he sits there stoically for a few moments.
 
Samantha: Please don’t.
 
Samantha begins to sob again as the man continues to sit in his place without saying a word. He watches her press her forehead into the floor and grossly sob into her bedroom’s hardwood. She eventually slows her sobs and the man finally speaks.
 
Voice: What happened here isn’t something that you found unworldly. You almost expected it living in this part of town, having the company that you had. You had a hunch that something was wrong and began taking the necessary precautions that any reasonable person would. You met the people around your neighborhood, formed those companionships. You got heavy-duty locks for your doors. You even went down to the local pound and looked into getting yourself a dog to stand guard if need be. But you didn’t want to tell anyone why you were doing those things, and now that this has all happened, I doubt that you’re even going to cooperate with the police. You’re too headstrong to admit that. You’re too headstrong to admit that what happened to you really happened, that your fears had come true, and that they didn’t even treat you with the dignity to kill you after all of this happened. Now you’ve got to live with the weight of the memory. Now you’ve got to live with the likely unconfirmed hunches of who did this to you. You’ll lie awake at night and you’ll toss yourself around in your bed no matter where you go from here because you saw this coming even though your heart wouldn’t accept it.
 
Samantha stops crying but doesn’t look up at the man. She doesn’t disagree with anything that he says to her. She doesn’t interject at any point. She is now the one silent as the man continues what he was saying and she listens carefully.
 
Voice: What you can take away from this is that you aren’t the only one. There have been and there will be people who live their lives in denial of what should practically be considered the inevitable. There are people who continue to turn a blind eye to the dangers that lurk in the darkness right behind them, just waiting to be grabbed and taken in. And as soon as it happens, they’ll be faced with two options: to lay there, sulking in the trauma and continuing on with their dreadful life wishing La Muerte had taken them or being one of the lucky ones and having La Muerte pull them out of the embarrassment of continuing onward. Neither of these options, to many, seem like they’re very appealing. But your perspective changes when you’re laid out on your bedroom floor after being dehumanized by a group of people who don’t care about you, your situation, or your well-being.
 
But like I said, there are millions of people in the world that hear the rumblings behind them and choose to ignore them because pride gets in the way—because they don’t want to admit that they’re in danger. When Hexa-Gun came to the scene, people were automatically put into danger. Hexa-Gun outnumbered people, overpowered people, and for most, got people audibly scared. Then came the naïve few who thought it was wise to shrug off the darkness following them, shrug off the inevitability that is Hexa-Gun coming to get them and continue making their statement the same way La Muerte does. This group that comically calls themselves the Anti-Gun is made up of a mishmash of the blind leading the blind. At its forefront are none other than the delusional-with-age Mr. DEDEDE and his sidekick in the quest to stay relevant in a competition that moves to quickly for him, Ryan Savage. I have said what needs to be said about Mr. DEDEDE many times before and those who came before me have said the same. But what strikes me as the most concerning thing about Mr. DEDEDE’s poorly organized plan is the team that he’s devised—the team that should hide his shortcomings and distract us from the fact that he isn’t half the man that he once was. But instead of forming a team that could possibly hang with what Hexa-Gun has to offer, he decides to cop out to his own successes and believe that he can bear the weight of the world on his shoulders while his teammates watch. But he might as well be left to fend for himself on his own, to be left laid out and face down in the ring, wondering why he did this to himself, wondering why he convinced himself out of pride that he could fight off the inevitable, and then finally wondering why La Muerte didn’t save him the embarrassment.
 
The man stands up quietly and walks over to the stripped down body of Samantha as she lies on the floor without even moving. He puts his feet inches away from her head and stands in place looking down at her. The camera does not capture his face at all. He continues speaking.
 
Voice: The influence that Mr. DEDEDE has on his team of short comers is indeed a negative one. He has lead them to believe that they are walking into a situation that they can overcome—that Hexa-Gun is just another team of upset competitors who will be put in their place if a team of similar size comes up to them and stands their ground. But what we have here is a group of thrown together, misguided punks who think that they’re better than they actually are. And each of these disrespectful young men—who, by the way, have yet to experience life’s most traumatic experiences—will be shown why some people end up begging for La Muerte to save them.
 
After Mr. DEDEDE, there is a significant drop off in terms of resume. But fittingly, the guy co-leading and coming in right behind Mr. DEDEDE is the same man who’s limited success has come from riding the coattails of Mr. DEDEDE during his quest to stay in the mix in this company. Ryan Savage has made no real statement on his own and couldn’t manage to dictate his own destiny the way he once did when he was still rising up. So now he has made a career on being the kind of parasite that guys like Mr. DEDEDE looks for to latch on—guys who blindly take on assignments because they have nothing else going on for them, because they have nowhere else to turn, no one else to go to. What Ryan Savage is compared to the rest of his team is a more experienced member of a misguided demographic. And what he provides is an example of the best-case scenario for the remaining three members.
 
A similar problem exists in Aren Mstislav who has spent the past month being pushed around and has done nothing but run to Mr. DEDEDE and beg to be a part of this fictional Anti-Gun movement. Y2Impact has made you a laughing stock, stolen your title, and then only gave it back to you after beating you down and laying you out. You should have accepted your place right then and there, but you continue to subject yourself to the violence that’s bound to come when you come face to face with the rest of the darkness that lurks behind you. Y2Impact is just one spoke in the wheel that has been turning and picking up speed, but you’re going to come in contact with the rest of us, and when you do, it’s not going to be any easier. You will be overpowered and laid out the same way that Samantha has. And then, you will understand what it is like to beg for La Muerte to save you. Your naivety has cost you to this point—not in terms of the gold that you hold, but in your soul being broken down. You will be beaten and whipped and degraded the same way that you have been the past couple of weeks, but I can assure you that this final encounter will finally break you down once and for all. La Muerte may be kind enough to save you, but if she doesn’t, you will have to harbor the embarrassment of being shoved around every place you turn. You will be remembered for being just another Ryan Savage or Brett Kennedy or whoever else couldn’t stand up on their own. And then you will be forgotten.
 
Now Brett Kennedy is a bit of a different breed when it comes to this genre of fighter. While he maintains the naivety and continues to drown out the voices behind him by running his mouth, Kennedy possesses the kind of disrespect that will land him in a ditch somewhere some day. When you take a look at certain rape victims, you find that some of them were asking for it. They kept putting their fingers in the mouth of a dangerous animal and continued egging them on until they finally bit. That’s what you’re doing now, Kennedy—you’re tempting an animal that might end up killing you. Not only have you made it clear that this is just a detour in your career—that you’ve got nothing going for you to the point of not even objecting to having Zack Crash shove you into a random match against a group of rouge extremists—but you continue to take this lightly as if this isn’t one of the pivotal points in your career. But this isn’t pivotal because you’re around the corner of some sort of overwhelming success. This isn’t pivotal because you’re setting yourself up in a position where you can overcome some sort of obstacle that no one else has been able to stop. This is pivotal because this will be the only moment of relevance in your career. You will become a lost statistic within the carnage left at Territorial Invasion not only because of your lack of ability but because of your lack of awareness. The truth is that you don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into and that you’re asking to be beaten senseless. You are feeding the narrative that you are the joke of your team—something that’s even harder to grasp when you consider that you have a man that goes by “The Pizza Boy” teaming with you—and damning yourself to being overpowered by a team that you don’t even really understand, tempting fate and tempting La Muerte to take you. But La Muerte knows when to leave the suffering to suffer. And, unfortunately for you, you will be left on the brink where you will be tortured and dehumanized by something far more powerful than you will ever be.
 
There is something so innocent that comes with lighthearted, underdog stories like that of The Pizza Boy. Whenever there is someone who has faced traumatic events, we root for them to overcome what they’ve experienced. Whenever there is someone who is dying of cancer or is rotting in a medically induced coma, we try to get behind them and encourage them to keep fighting. Many times, they end up dying. But for the few that live, we act as if they conquered La Muerte and live on to fight another day. But what has really happened is that La Muerte has left them to be broken down once more, and it is this repeatedly process of breaking someone down to the brink before letting them build themselves back up again and being beaten down once more that shows the wrath that death has. I am wired in that same way. I don’t want to beat you down because you’re an easy target; I want to take you to the brink because I want to see you brought back up once more so that you can continue to be knocked down. I want to do more than break down your body; I want to break down your spirit—which you repeatedly show is your strongest attribute. There is power in what you provide to the fans that support you, Pizza Boy. You are the root of their hope. You are what they cheer for because you’re yet to break through to the next level. And as long as you continue fighting, as long as you continue demonstrating that inner determination, the spirits of those who watch you will remain risen. That’s why you stand out to me; you’re the key piece in knocking down the spirits of the people who blindly cheer for the underdog and cheer for the victims without asking why they’re in the place they’re in. If I break you spirit, you stop bringing up the spirits of those who watch you. And that’s when they’ll finally listen. When their spirits are finally broken and beaten and left lying on the floor, that’s when they’ll shut up and listen to what I’ve been saying all along. You will be broken like the men that stand with you. And that will be the key to making the people listen.
 
The man drops down to a knee and puts his hand on the back of Samantha’s head, stroking her tangled hair and then brushing it away from her face. His face is not shown by the angle of the camera, but instead focuses on his fingers, gently brushing her hair behind her ear.
 
Voice: Nobody expects to be the victim until it actually happens to him or her. Each of you will be put in the same position as Samantha here for one reason or another—because you asked for it, because you didn’t know any better, because the precautions you took weren’t put in place yet. But whatever that reason may be, you will be left sulking and broken. It won’t matter where you go from here, whether you move to a new place, change your career, get involved with different people, or whatever else. This moment will stand out to you and will imbed itself in who you are, crawl through your skin and exist in you just as any other characteristic would. It will fester inside of your talents and lurk inside the back of your head whispering reminders to the front of your mind that this could happen again if you aren’t careful. Everything you once though about yourself will be stripped away from you and be replaced by this cloak of shame that you will be forced to carry with you for the remainder of your pathetic lives until La Muerte finally decides to forgive you and yank you away from a life of suffering. We each wait for our turn to be saved. But before it can finally happen, we must endure the suffering that is life. We must be broken by the temptation of La Muerte. Then she shall come.
 

To rise, first you must burn.
 
   
The man stands again and turns his torso toward the window as dawn begins to seep through the window shades. He slowly turns and slips out of the room without Samantha even turning to watch him leave. She listens as his feet patter down the steps and he eventually walks out of the door. What seems like a moment later, another person rushes into the room, calling her name out and checking her for a pulse as tears begin to form in her eyes once more. “You were right all along,” she thinks to herself.

"FOR IF ANY BE A HEARER OF THE WORD, AND NOT A DOER, HE IS LIKE UNTO A MAN BEHOLDING HIS NATURAL FACE IN A GLASS: FOR HE BEHOLDETH HIMSELF, AND GOETH HIS WAY, AND STRAIGHTWAY FORGETTETH WHAT MANNER OF MAN HE WAS." - JAMES 1:23-24

The fun I'm having right now is nothing compared to the fun I'm going to have with you and the rest of Team EAW when I'm tossing your lifeless bodies to the side one by one. You say you're nothing like your brother but you two have so many similarities, some of which is that neither of you make any sense and that the both of you don't know what you're talking about. It's those similarities and many others that's going to be what gets you eliminated this Saturday. What I find funny more than anything though is that you think I care what you have to say about me, why would I care about what a Spartan from 300 has to say about me? Or better yet, why would I care about what a member of a heavy metal band has to say about me? That was a good one though, Senn, he does look like that, doesn't he? All jokes aside, I know just what I'm getting myself into, that's why I'm poking fun at you because I don't take you as seriously as the rest of Team EAW. You're not just pathetic to me, oh no, you're a joke and that's another similarity between you and Ventura. I guess it runs in the family. You think that my World Championships and my Hall of Fame ring mean nothing which, in a way, you're right. They don't mean anything, they won't mean anything when it comes to this Saturday because what we're in the ring for isn't a World title or anything like that. In a way, you're right but in another way, you're wrong. You can sit there and tell me that my accomplishments mean nothing but you're just saying that because you could never accomplish what I have, Ventura would say that as well, that too could never accomplish what I have... he couldn't even beat me. Not one on one he couldn't and it goes without saying that you can't beat me either. I've been in this business for eight years but you? You haven't even been here for a year. For someone like you to tell me that my accomplishments mean nothing is as ridiculous as Alex Anderson saying he has beaten me when he hasn't and on the topic of what does and doesn't mean something, his little Dynasty World Championship means nothing because the one who as the actual World Heavyweight Championship is the one who had beaten me for it in Brian Daniels. You seemed to have downplayed that, Rhaegar. You seemed to have downplayed Brian Daniels beating me as if he's some kind of washed-up has-been. You know you have a washed-up has-been on your team, right? So what does that say about you and Team EAW? See, you can downplay it all you want but the fact of the matter is, is that Brian Daniels beat me fair and square, he made me tap out and that's something... that's something that a small handful have done. He's one of two to have made me tap out, the other being Jacob Senn who's on my team. So what does that say about me and Team Dynasty? It says that I don't lose to some washed-up has-beens or never-should-have-beens or never-was, none of that. It says that I have someone on Team Dynasty who has beaten me and with them having beaten me, they could just as well beat you, that washed-up has-been Kevin Devastation, that tool Scott Oasis, Hades who isn't the Hellraiser he used to be and Zack Crash himself. I know what I'm getting myself into because I've faced most of Team EAW before and I've beaten every single one of them. I know you're going to tell me that doesn't mean anything either but what doesn't mean anything is what you did to Kevin Drake because Kevin Drake is no Jacob Senn, he's no Lucian Black, he's no Carlos Rosso, he's no TLA and he's sure as hell no Tyler Parker. That... doesn't mean anything, just like what you have to say about me but I'm going to let you think what you want. You and Scott Oasis, I've never faced but you two seem to think you know more about me than I know of myself. You two seem to think that I'm not the Hall of Famer I've been my entire career, you two seem to think that I no longer have the passion or fire for this when for the past two weeks, I've went out to the ring and gave it my all even though I didn't want to team with TLA. I still don't want to team with him but I'm just going to have to co-exist with him. I've had to co-exist with Killswitch and Kawajai two years ago and I've had to co-exist with Alex Anderson last year and you know I don't like any of them but what happened? We co-existed with one another and I have no doubt in my mind that TLA and I are going to co-exist with each other, it's just a matter of whether or not our teammates can co-exist among themselves. I haven't even entertained the thought of Carlos Rosso betraying us because I know him probably better than anyone else in this match as he and I have faced each other on many occasions and on many stages. I don't think he's going to betray us but then again, even I don't know what he's thinking or just what he's going to do but if he was smart? If he was smart, he wouldn't betray us but if you and the rest of Team EAW were smarter? You wouldn't be discrediting me or undermining just what you have gotten yourselves into because this? This is something that none of you can run away from... as much as I know you'd want to.

[Hotel Room -- Somewhere in Montreal. The Mercenaries' dynamic is different from other tag teams. Most of the time, they like to do things together, whether eating, training, traveling or even bathing. Y2Impact likes having HBG around. He is quite fond of her, if it wasn't obvious enough. And HBG has developed some attachment issues and would much rather be isolated than be without him for even a minute. Call it nauseating, call it romantic, but it's just how it is.]

Y2Impact: ... Partner?

[But right now it seems different. Y2Impact woke up on his own with no HBG beside him. He scratched his shoulder and looked around to see if there's any sign of her. Nothing.]

HBG: Hm?

[Or maybe not. He hears HBG's voice, but isn't quite sure where she is.]

Y2Impact: Where are you?

HBG: In a very dark place where souls find no peace...

Y2Impact: You're under the bed, aren't you?

[Y2Impact quickly looks over and sees HBG's hand sticking out from under the bed. He holds her hand as HBG carefully lets herself out. Thank god it wasn't dusty. She stands up on her Pajamas, still holding Y2Impact's hand and leads the way to the nearest window, the one next to the table with a laptop on it, she had him sit on the chair next to it.]

HBG: I had to hide. Do you have any idea where we are? DOES THIS LOOK FAMILIAR TO YOU?

[HBG dramatically opens the curtains expecting to see the Montreal skyline from the window, but she was surprised and disappointed when it was just the view of the commercial building next to the Hotel. Y2Impact smirked in amusement]

Y2Impact: What, you have something against Canada now?

HBG: No. Just someone from this country tried to kill me once, and I'm sure they'd try again no doubt about it...

Y2Impact: Jaywalker?

HBG: No, that was pretty fucked up but we're on good terms now. It's that bitch Becky who once did my make-up. I fired her last year and now she's out to get me.

Y2Impact: First of all, she was from Ohio. There is no reason to get paranoid over that. And second, Civil War is right around the corner, and that's the only reason why we're here. And if you're bringing up Becky because you want my help to plot her murder, then forget about it, we have better things to do.

HBG: Fine... I'll bring it up another day. I should tell you anyway, two of our opponents had things to say to Hexa-gun. Pizza Boy was being his usual deluded self, and Brett Kennedy is still an incoherent douche. Basically nothing new.

[Y2Impact and HBG, through the laptop, viewed the comments Brett Kennedy and Pizza Boy made, which just resulted in Y2Impact laughing out of disgust at the viewing material. HBG sighed in disappointment. Ready to begin their statement, HBG sets their trusty camera next to the laptop, and starts to record. Y2Impact starts to speak.]

Y2Impact: I suppose you expect me to imitate you and follow suit now, huh? Lucky for your bitch ass I'm not a doppelganger or some two-bit comedian trying to masquerade as a wrestler. I'm sorry your vocabulary is garbage and consists mostly of four-letter words; the education system in your home state must be grossly inadequate given it spawned a socially awkward loser like Brett Kennedy. Oh, wait, excuse me, I neglected to mention something when I glossed over those facts! You were probably homeschooled by your parents because you're missing a chromosome and your parents were worried how the other children would treat you. Nobody wants to be friends with the boy sniffing glue in the corner and wearing a dunce cap, eh? Chances are you were already eliminated from society before your life even truly began, and in your time alone you developed a passion for wrestling that you harnessed into a professional career. Commendable! It's a shame you embarrass yourselves in the majority of your matches. That has to be difficult to deal with, doesn't it? Summoning the lion's share of your energy and focusing everything into a single match and still coming up short. I can't say I've experienced that since I won the National Extreme Championship when I debuted. I can't say I went through those trials since I was one of the fastest rising World Heavyweight Champions in the history of this industry. You know who else can't claim to have experienced that level of failure? Chuck Scene, a wrestler who demonstrated to a national audience how average you are. Indeed though, my career hasn't revolved around consistently failing and I'm not a shameless comedy character who looks past my own flaws for the sake of exploiting people whose track record is far superior to theirs. But you've found your niche, huh? That's your shtick, and regardless of whether you win or lose, your personality will always shine through because you're completely oblivious to those losses and lack the conviction and spirit to actually care about your performances so you resort to humorless attempts to make light of people that far exceed anything you've shown the ability to achieve. I knew the pickings were slim for Mr. DEDEDE, but I never suspected he'd recruit a mental handicap. Was El Laberinto not available? I'm full of questions! Shit, is Brett Kennedy's involvement in this match promoted by the Make-A-Wish foundation? It's not every day you see a blind Center on a football team's offensive line, but maybe Mr. DEDEDE thinks he can absolve himself of his past sins by tagging in a mental midget reject whose greatest accomplishment will be sharing a ring with Hexa-gun. Do you understand, or need I make that clearer for you? You strike me as one of those people you need to enunciate every vowel in a word for VER-Y SLOW-LY just to convey a point. Five minutes in the ring with Y2Impact and you'll quickly wonder if all those lacerations and broken body parts are worth the trouble, because let's face it, Brett -- this wrestling gig hasn't exactly worked out for you so far, and while you talk a big game, everyone from the gamblers in Las Vegas betting on this match to the armchair wrestlers watching in the crowd know your fortunes aren't likely to change at Territorial Invasion.

But that's just fine with you, isn't it? You're a worthless lower life form who lacks the ambition to create a purpose for his existence. You could die tomorrow and nobody would mourn you. You seek only to live another day and feed off of your surroundings like a leech. I don't hate you, but I despise what you represent and I'm going to vaccinate this industry before the infection is allowed to spread any further. You don't like that, huh? You don't like that I berate you and belittle you in front of everyone? You don't like that I expose you for the coward hiding behind the coat of a sheep you are? Do something about it. Of course, in the world of Brett Kennedy, "taking action" constitutes insulting someone for using a thesaurus, something Kennedy obviously isn't well-versed in and probably needs to study himself more than I ever have if his cheap imitation of me is any indication. "Taking action" means taking baseless shots with no substance at a man's beloved tag team partner. You've piqued my curiosity! How's Aria Jaxon doing for you, Brett? Rest assured if that little twinkle in your eye comes down to the ring and tries to interfere with Hexa-gun's affairs, I'll beat the hell out of her and stomp on that little crown just like I'm going to beat the hell out of you. Don't like it? Whine more.

[HBG sighs in disappointment.]

HBG: Has EAW always been like this? I must admit, I don't pay close attention to what the newer guys do in this company and how they operate, but it's disheartening to expect a battle and get a catfight instead. Whatever action I take, I take for my goals. I don't concern myself with bitter and directionless afterthoughts who are supposed to be the world-class competitors handpicked and systematically decided upon by the chairman and Mr. DEDEDE to oppose true greatness, the power of Hexa-Gun. For a minute there, I thought they would do the smart thing and choose deranged lunatics who have sick, twisted motives and want nothing more than to strangle Y2Impact and I in our sleep only because they can -- maybe Rhaegar fits the bill? Maybe Chuck Scene? Maybe Zack Crash himself? Maybe Jacob Senn... Okay he doesn't have any reason to hate us, but he's a fucking idiot, I'd just like to point that out. What I'm saying is that standing here as Tag Team Champion and a Hall of Famer, after thinking to myself how fucking wonderful and immeasurably talented I am, after thinking how I worked so hard to make all of this possible with my quintessential partner Y2Impact, I ponder and reflect on how fucking moronic Mr. DEDEDE can be for eventually having his hand forced to choose guys who don't understand the cause they're fighting for and lack even the slightest idea why they were placed in this match to begin with, with those dumbfounded expressions of contentment on their faces, completely satisfied of the fact that they are fools who serve no bigger purpose than being extra muscles and fall guys for DEDEDE, who has been silent for the better part of the week. At least Tiberius Jones knows what he's going into before becoming a part of the resisting force; he wants to bring back Extreme. Extreme was what he respected about this company, the idea of doing as you please without your opponent hiding behind the referee's back, and outperforming them through brute force and clever tactics often aided by the use of weapons without the zebras being able to signal for the bell and stop the match when it takes a violent turn. That is exactly why he joined EAW to begin with. He gained recognition. He takes pride in his own work, and he is not the kind of guy who would make decisions that jeopardize his career. He is going to topple over the faces of the "elitists" who claim he can't do it, and that's why he's Hexa-gun. Drake Jaeger may be a goofball, but he sticks to what matters inside that ring with razor-sharp focus. You can tell he's a reliable guy. You can tell that he has done his research and he knows his way around this company, and he is here to kick some ass, which to be honest he's been good at knowing he's won the matches they've placed him in. Luzmala is ruthless. Luzmala is cunning, and he is here as an insurance policy in case anything takes an unexpected awry turn, making Hexa-gun a team with all working parts that function to form something unstoppable and unbeatable, as you've witnessed for the past couple of weeks. And The Burned Man? He has assisted us on our way to complete domination and control, his mere presence alone making certain our opposition would re-think challenging us.

These people didn't need to be manipulated. They didn't have to be promised contendership at championship titles in exchange for their compliance. They didn't have to be kidnapped. They are solid men who possess their own unique strengths with their own mindset. They are guys we can rely on when the going gets tough, and they will celebrate WITH US in our name when we rise to victory. And Pizza Boy, I know you don't understand such things. You are too busy making things complicated for yourself no matter how simply I put it, because the idea of having a common goal among comrades, and destroying everyone in your path as an unbreakable unit is a completely foreign idea to you. You're overly concerned with being the one-man band of mediocrity, and basically doing things your own way, bragging about how Tony Rolland trained you, and using it as an excuse to know who DEDEDE truly is, like I'm supposed to be baffled! I respect what you're trying to do, and I respect the fact that you're aware of your weaknesses and you want nothing except to try to improve... But the fact that you ignore and obstinately continued to dismiss the reason why you are the odd man out suggests a fatal flaw; your beliefs are not synchronized and aligned with those of your teammates. Life is not always black and white, Pizza Boy. Just because someone is holding a steel chair doesn't mean he's the bad person. Maybe he was just defending himself. Maybe it was passed onto him by another guy so he can take the blame for another person's crime when the referee sees it. And in that same logic, just because The Savage Ryans and Zack Crash fell in our hands for the past month doesn't mean we were the ones going for the attack. We were the ones trying to make a difference and The Savage Ryans are nothing but bitter little men who try to help Crash go against us because they've become irrelevant after The Mercenaries defeated them at Pain for Pride. Was it our fault that we've proven ourselves to be better than them? I don't think so. They hate the idea that Y2Impact and I are holding this revolution, this takeover because he couldn't stand being completely overshadowed. Ask anyone why Mr. DEDEDE is trying to go against us, and they'd give you that same answer. I'd care to explain the status of EAW and the changes that Hexa-gun are trying to make, but I'll spare you the details seeing as your eyes aren't keen enough for them, and you think you're just being dragged into other people's problems without your approval. That's just the thing, Pizza Boy. This doesn't concern you, and I doubt you care what happens to EAW. You're a good guy. You're just here for the competition. You're just here for the championships and maybe even the food and refreshments. But you had to get involved with their mess against HexaGun, and it's far too late to stop it. You had to go in and play the knight in shining armor, thinking that you can just put us out of the way and not expect us to get revenge, not expect us to fight back. But HEY, no worries! You have your personal goals, you have something to prove, you want to let these fans know that you're doing "What's right" when you, yourself are uncertain what that even means. I'll tell you this though -- Facing HexaGun isn't some training match designed to prepare you for your future encounters, it's as far as you get in the industry. The pageantry of this business has gotten to your head and you now think you're a hero with impenetrable armor who's going to stop the villains from winning. Fuck it. LET HEXA-GUN BE THE VILLAINS, YOU CAN'T SEE IT AS IT IS, SO WHAT'S THE FUCKING POINT? You dare show your face at Showdown, you have the audacity to speak these God-awful words as you try to rise against us this week leading to Civil War, and in a few days, everyone will get to see the ending... I'd hate to spoil it for you, Pizza Boy, but the hero fucking dies because he wasn't good enough to face these menacing, calculating villains who are far worse than common thieves and street thugs. He wasn't ready, but he did what was right. He has fallen. He has been killed. But he died with the honor and pride that he so wanted to live by. You want to be remembered? No one is going to remember you. No one is going to think any better of you besides the fact that you're "some fucking sellout DEDEDE dragged from the locker rooms to fight his battles for him". Nothing more, nothing less.

Y2Impact: Sometimes we have to use aggression to send messages to our foes.

HBG: And we intend to do no less at Civil War. Know that Hexa-gun will show no mercy. And Hexa-gun give their best to win.

Y2Impact: We will conquer the day so we can restore the balance of the evolutionary scale.

HBG: And EXTREME can reign once more.

[Y2Impact and HBG, The Mercenaries, The Unified Tag Team Champions, The Hexa-gun co-leaders, have ended this statement with smiles on their faces, ready for what's to come at Civil War. End Scene]

I won't deny you the entitlement of introducing yourself as "Dynasty's World Champion", Alex Anderson.

I won't deny the fact that you earned your rightful spot to be called "Dynasty's World Champion", Alex Anderson.

But the one key aspect that will meld these observations together, is the right to deny your claim as a REAL Heavyweight Champion of the World. I'd love to recollect the memories of the past, this one time in my life where it won't do any harm to dwell in what once was, and what could of been. That's the consumption of your entire career; the "what ifs" and the "what could of been" stages of the long progression of finally reaching the "tip of the mountain". There is no allegation that I have stated that what you have accomplished is a fluke, it's only there mere thought of having to win a manufactured championship is what I find to be rather bogus. You've gone down an entire list of names of men who you've been conquered by, those same names of which have gone onward from those moments to pave a clearer way of success. I understand that I'm in no way, shape, or form, capable to address your failures as an elitist who's shared his numerous amount of failures. But the difference --- the difference stands tall and obvious, you've taken your failures and have assured the world, after every single one of them; you'd get back up and fight even stronger. Did you? To win the "Dynasty World Championship", perhaps... but what happened to the empty promises you committed your entire life to? What were those for? As I can see it, they were for nothing, they didn't display experience nor intelligence when it came to the aftereffects of each and every setback you suffered. You stand on no pedestal, you ride no high horse, you've adapted in no ways that I've seen you showcase --- and yet I still see this empty shell of a human being everyone refers to as Alex Anderson. The man that could of been, but never was; it shares the same example of when you supposedly had Tyler Parker beaten for the very same World Heavyweight Championship that I made him submit for. It's all about that second chance with you, you appear confident, but use that very same confidence to place a very large shadow over your arrogance. If you could uphold every plea of determination and passion, wouldn't you be where I am today? You can't deny the truth in the story --- if there was ever a time for you to step up your game, it was at Pain for Pride 8. If there was ever a time where Alex Anderson could finally prove that he was the World Champion that we all doubted him to be, it would of been on the most memorable stage of them all. And if you were half a man as you say you were, you wouldn't be blaming the second chance you were granted on a certain individual; you'd own up to the fact that if you had Tyler Parker beaten, it would of been the week before.

"I beat Hades twice.", "I had Tyler Parker beaten", "Zack Crash screwed me.", "These are facts.".

Is this what you call motivation? IS THIS... THIS? This is the drive that's kept you going? I've already addressed the overly mentioned conflict between you and Tyler Parker, but I must say so myself, it would be rude of me to brush up on your history with Hades, the not so much, Hellraiser. I'll fully acknowledge your vivid clean victory that you rightfully deserved over him just a week prior to Road to Redemption, that's no doubt. But you competing at the event itself, that's a whole different story --- you see, I won't pretend that you eliminating the Answers World Champion first meant nothing, as it meant a whole lot to you... it's just the aftermath that  you clearly had failed to captivate on. It's that one moment you could have easily turned the heads that you've been dreading to for so long, and what did you do? You choked, I wouldn't be shy to title you as a choke artist, as much as I was getting to my deplorable first go at being a World Champion. It's guys like you, that often tell themselves that that they are worthy of being the center of attention, it's guys like you that this company won't take long to forget once this stint as a falsely advertised World Champion is done and over with. It's guys like you, that want to live in a world of fantasy; where you can impersonate a being of great succession. You're used to that, aren't you? I mean, you're better than every single person that's ever stepped foot in this industry and those five championship wins are here to prove that. I'll be honest with you, those five championship reigns? They're easily forgotten like the one you supposedly hold currently. It's the imprint you leave on this company after you've had the accolades to show for it, the story that comes along with it plays an important factor in the way you cement your legacy in Elite Answers Wrestling forever. And your story hasn't changed since the moment you've signed your name on the dotted line. Are you finally grasping the concept that I'm feeding you? There's no doubt in my mind that everything I say, is converting into one big joke with you, that's where you;re vitally flawed in; being the joke itself. It's the joke where you're in belief that everyone is laughing with you, but when everything comes full circle --- everyone is laughing at you, or will be laughing at you, once you fail to exceed the limitations you've conjured yourself. There's always been a limit that you've been unable to breach. It's that same limit that's followed you like a stray animal when it smells the scent of food. You attract to success, but you're never fully indulged in it. I don't intend to beat the dead horse, but the same broken record that echoes for you, is the same broken record that plays for every respective elitist that you've waged war with. And it won't end with this one match --- it won't end here, it won't end with me achieving victory, it will only end with the same act you've put on for so long. But what will it take this time? After you've lost everything you've cherished and desired from the beginning? I don't think Dynasty nor yourself; can forge any further success once the final shot strikes, right in the heart: there will be no more passion, drive, nor dedication for you to progress any further. It all ends with a pull of a trigger, and I'm the one holding the gun --- try to dodge this bullet, I dare you, I only need one shot to take you out once and for all.

This weekend, things will be different.

Civil War will be different. It'll be unlike any other TI I've ever been a part of. This time the real result won't be reflected in the wins and losses column. I'm not fighting to defend the company, I'm not fighting with my career on the line, I'm not even fighting for a prize. For the first time in a long time I don't have the weight of the world resting on my shoulders. I don't have to deal with an absurdly high amount of pressure going into this. Sorry to disappoint you all, but it's the truth! I wish I could ramp up the gravitas and really illustrate the magnitude of such a buzzworthy bout full of star-studded names. I usually come into matches like this with a slew of metaphors, limericks, idioms, quotes from great men from the past and modern day applications of these quotes... something to get people going you know? I'm sure you were expecting this time around a story packed with symbolism maybe, maybe you thought I would entertain you with tales of the white knight looking to slay the invisible dragon. Or maybe you were expecting me to live up to that standard you've set for me as EAW's perpetual hero and fight against "the dragon" whether it be Dynasty Wrestling; or EAW itself.

Nope! This time it's a lot more simple than it is symbolic. You know my enemy as well as I do. There's not much inside scoop I can give you on The Mercenaries that you don't already know; I'm certainly no companions of Tiberius Jones or Drake Jaeger, and I think Luzmala caught us all off guard at the same time with his arrival. But really, it's hard to be "surprised" at much any more in my shoes... you might be asking how could I possibly stand a chance if this is just a complacent version of Mr. DEDEDE going into Territorial Invasion against a threat like Hexa Gun... I mean think about it! How can he survive in this encounter when to him, it's same old war? How can Mr. DEDEDE go into what's supposed to be a big showdown like it's just another punch into the clock and another day at the office? 

Well...

I love my job! I love getting my ass kicked! I love having my head stomped in! I love long nights on the road! I love being broken in half! I love being tested! I love being the test! I love everything I have to endure, and I love making other people endure my punishment. I love crushing people, I love seeing people force-fed their own hunk of crap and seeing them forced to swallow it like Tiberius Jones swallowing his own mist. And to top it off... DAAA AAA DAA DAAAA: A NEW FORCE HAS BANDED TOGETHER AND THEIR GOAL IS TO BRING BACK EXTREME! WE'RE TAKING IT BACK TO THE EXTREEEME! WOO! WOW! STEEL CHAIRS IN MATCHES AGAIN? SURE SOUNDS DANGEROUS! TABLES, THUMBTACKS, LADDERS, BARBED WIRE, EXCITING! EXHILARATING! INVIGORATING! AROUSING! COMPELLING! IT'S UNPRECEDENTED, REALLY! UN HEARD OF! NEVER BEFORE SEEN! NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN! 

THAT'S it.

THAT'S your powerful movement! A rehashed version of JC Styles' failed attempt at a kickstart to his career. The roots of Elite Answers -- I mean Extreme Answers Wrestling -- are to be respected! We musn't pull ourselves up by our bootstraps, we must cling to the roots stuck to the soles of our boots! We musn't desecrate the sacred laws of this land, we must adhere to them! We respect veterans now, right Tiberius? We respect legends now! We honor them for paving the way by continuing that road in which they paved! We respect EAW's principles, it's standards... yeah! ... way to go.

You know I would respect what you all stood for... I would have real emotion from this if any of this was genuine. But All I hear is jargon. That's all it is, just jargon. Bullshit semantics. Just lines. Just words on a piece of paper, just half-baked incantations, slapped together little spells to convince yourselves, hollow little mantras to make sense of this whole escapade the six of you have been on. Pardon me for not being eager to address it. You know .... fuck man, at least Project EGO had some originality, you know? "Edge God Out" now that was actually pretty clever! Just win World Titles and do the swerve thing with our hands, and promise to edge God out and have a guy named Dark Demon as champion and all of the other sacrilegious fun things they did. It's almost as if the name was calling for someone like me to swoop in and edge them out in the most cruel and ironic fashion. At least with Generation Genesis they had the whole "push the young generation" thing going on. How about the Triple Crown Syndicate? That made waves back in it's day. What the fuck is this? Seriously, what is it? No-names waltzing into EAW and trying to tell everyone what EAW is supposed to represent? I wonder.. when Tiberius and Drake Jaeger go on about reviving "Extreme", is it all doctrine regurgitated from the mouth of Impact himself? What would compel these snots to remind me of the principles of extreme like I haven't been embodying that since you were still hiding progress reports from your fucking parents? Jaeger and Jones especially, you two have got this really bad habit of talking bigger than you are. I mean I get it, you're both young and you've been hot shotted into a match with the likes of me. You're under the wing of Y2Impact and Jaywalker so your ego is on a trillion, fine. I'll give you your just due, you sure as hell are in a better place in life than I was when I was in my early 20's. Don't get me wrong... I empathize with the long hours of hard labor it must have taken to wipe dust off of Stew-O's microphone; and I'm sure that fry cook job or whatever the fuck Drake Jaeger was doing before EAW was grueling, but a couple of kids who haven't even paid their dues in this business have no place tell anybody what this business represents. 

And then Luzmala comes along... this man has come in and beaten the hell out of me and anyone in his paths on numerous occasions.  But in on Showdown I showed Luzmala personally what happens when Mr. DEDEDE steps up to the occasion, because on that occasion I took this formerly unbeatable looking foe and I challenged the perception of reality! Because of this I have reshaped reality itself no matter the costs! Right at my very fingertips, like a great sage or magician, I turned the wolf into a rabbit. You're going to have to live with that forever Luzmala, you're going to have to bear the cross everywhere you go. You were able to lay me out, you were able to put me down and "put me down" is an understatement. You just couldn't finish me, even when you had so many chances. As I predicted, the more we learn about you the less people will fear you, and at Civil War I plan on finding out more of what you're all about.

As for The Mercenaries... you know, Ryan and I took the loss at Pain for Pride gracefully, don't you think? We didn't hunt you down, we didn't bang on your gates, we didn't follow you at every turn..... what you Hexa-Fucks are really forgetting is that we didn't pick this fight.... but oh, we will finish it. You thought it'd just slide right off of the radar when you beat Ryan down at the same occurrence you turned a new leaf and beat Zack Crash down, but unfortunately for you we don't take disrespect lying down. One thing won't change, and it's that at Pain for Pride 8 you beat, more so you beat ME. I took the loss, and like a man I'll admit that. I can take the loss, but I won't take you thinking you can pick and choose who you have at your mercy like I'm not going to do shit about it. You want to rear your reamers our way like we're not going to strike back and blow your FUCKING heads off!

All in a day's work, right?

Just comes with the job. It's why I'm still here even when I could have been gone a long time ago. As much as I'd like to portray anger or pull from some sort of intense emotion I can't bring myself to do that right now... I'm not really angry about what you've done. My aggression comes not from a chip on my shoulder, but more by a code. Don't get me wrong I've still got a chip on my shoulder from the doubt still being cast upon me despite all I've done to keep that cloud of doubt from hanging over my head... but if you want to add on to my workload I'll be more than happy to put the "hex" in Hexa-Gun and be the dark cloud that looms above you so long as you call yourselves a faction. That part, I find fun in. It's not me being vindictive, it's not bloodlust, it's just what keeps me going! Stupid fucks like you! See when I was a kid my uncles who were around me were heavily involved in gang rivalry. They were shady looking folks but really nice to me, and I found that strange considering I never saw them go to church, I never saw them pray to a God, I never saw them give their tithings, but they were good people. I asked one of them if they had a religion, and they told me no. I asked them if they had a God, and they told me they did, and his name was "vengeance." They never studied the bible, but they had street smarts for sure. They especially adhered to this gang affiliated code of "taking your receipt". For those who aren't too street smart, all it means in my situation for example is that The Mercenaries may have gotten their win over me and I may not have been hot on their ass, but as long as all four of us are breathing this isn't over. My uncle told me "An OG always gets the last hit; doesn't matter when, deson't matter how, but you take your motherfuckin' receipt!" I thought nothing of it, but all this time they were teaching me a war tactic. One that I've molded a Hall of Fame career out of. I took my loss, I picked my spot and funny how the dots have aligned in a way, almost as if I met you all half way in coming for that "receipt." My job isn't finished yet, but you can tell things are in motion. I took the mysterious masked mastodon who wreaked havoc weeks in a row and I took away his pedestal. I wiped away the unbeatable allure of Hexa Gun when Ryan and I took out one of your men. You shouldn't be so quick to forget that that instance, it could have been any one of you. David X was in the wrong place at the wrong time, but where will you be when The Savage Ryans brings the hammer down on you pathetic ants again? Which ant will be the one under the mallet the next time I swing!? 

That's all this war is to me.... getting mine! Fuck the win-loss column, fuck this match itself. All it takes is one faulty cog to slow down the machine, I learned that lesson last year when it didn't even take me being incapacitated to lose my entire company. Even if Hexa-Gun somehow come out with the win, they can take that win home to their mantle but I'm still coming for that receipt! I want to take bodies with me. I want to take something with me, and I know Ryan feels the same. Ryan wants to snap somebody's neck, and I want to watch. I want to hear your neck crunching, I want to hear the gasp of the crowd, I salivate at the thought of just the look of fear on each on your faces as you watch what could have happened to you happen to your brother in arms. That's it! You think I give a fuck about anything else!? And FUCK your "Bring back Extreme" pile of shit! The only person who truly gives a fuck about that is ZACK CRASH. NEWSFLASH! NO ONE, NOT ME, NOT KENNEDY, NOT RYAN, NOT THE FANS, NOBODY GIVES A FUCK ABOUT THIS FUCKING CAMPAIGN! WE'RE NOT ALL FUCKING 12 YEAR OLDS, WE STILL REMEMBER THAT SAME PIXIE CUT HAVING PENCIL NECKED FUCK LEADING YOU INTO THIS WAR, INSTILLING THE SAME VALUES OF "ELITE" THAT HE'S NOW TRYING TO "DESTROY". WHAT GROWN MAN WOULD TAKE THIS BULLSHIT SERIOUSLY?? WHAT GROWN ASS MAN LOOKS AT IMPACT OF ALL PEOPLE, THE GUY WHO HAD CRASH'S DICK IN HIS THROAT, THROWING HIS "QUALITY CONTROL" EVERYWHERE TO GET THE JOB DONE WHAT HE CAN'T; AND NOW HE'S CHAMPIONING "BRING BACK EXTREME?" WHAT GROWN ASS MAN DOESN'T CONSIDER CHANGING THE FUCKING CHANNEL FOR HAVING HIS INTELLIGENCE COMPLETELY INSULTED? I mean sure you little kids Drake Jaeger and Tiberius Jones I'm sure you're having a blast putting on your blanket capes and wearing your underwear on your heads and running outside with plastic swords pretending to be cavalier crusaders fighting in the name of Extreme. I really hate to completely pop a squat and shit on your heads... but the fact is you don't even know what you're fighting for. You don't know the EAW where men would be driven into tacks, through tables, hit with sledgehammers, have their bodies broken on a weekly basis here in EAW. You only watched it on TV... you understand? You're fighting for some fantasy cause that maybe has moderate at best attention, but your mission statement has failed at garnering any real concern. The real concern, the real reason why people fucking hate you so much isn't because you stand for something hard to stomach. Most of us actually like and miss Extreme. The (mostly negative) publicity all comes because you think you can attack anybody any time you want, like there's no consequence in this life. Except you haven't truly faced consequences, at least not yet. Your allies will... slowly but surely, so will you. You'll fall like dominoes, and you can find anyone wearing a mask to fill the void, but you still march alongside toy soldiers. You're not even players in the game, you're the game being played. You're nothing more than sport, just lifeless dummies set up to be knocked down, and instead of wearing me out you're occupying time out of my career and my life --

Precious time --

Time I wouldn't spend anywhere else.

Let's rewind for a second. Allow me to reintroduce myself. My name is Alex Anderson. It's taken me five long, dirty, gritty, painful years to get to where I am at today. There's plenty of more adjectives that I should be using, but I'll save you some time off your precious little days. In the midst of the wars that a soldier goes through, he learns so much... and at the same time, he unlearns so much. The morals and values he has been taught as a kid leave him, but he becomes a much stronger man than before. His heart turns pitch-black, and he becomes a lone-wolf. Such a comparison can be made with me. I am that lone-wolf. I'm the soldier who has unlearned many of his morals and developed new ones. But you see, I'm cut from a different cloth, a completely unique one. I chose to unlearn them; they were never a product of being in this environment of Extreme Answers Wrestling. I chose to be this way, and this is exactly how I want to be until I breathe my very last breath. It was in my best desires to be this way, because I knew that this was going to propel me to heights I had never seen before. This new-found attitude was going to make me more money than I ever would have before. This was going to cement my legacy for eternity, and now... now I find myself in a very, very dark place. It's much scarier than feelings of unhappiness, because this is a grey-area. I have no idea if I'm happy or unhappy. On one hand, I have finally accomplished what I had set out to do. I promised myself that one day, I would become the heavyweight champion of the world. I have done that. I am the heavyweight champion that this world needs. Not this company. Not this industry. This planet. I was always taught never to be the smartest person in the room, because you will grow content with where you're at. You will have no other place to strive for. That's exactly where I was when I had won the championship. I was happy I had won, but unhappy I had nothing else to do. No one else to face. I had already defeated the greatest extremist this business has ever seen on three separate occasions. I had already defeated Tyler Parker – yes, you heard right. I had all the accolades I could ever want... but I wanted more.

Lucky for me, I did not need to go out to look for more. It found me. That "something" I was looking for found its way towards me.

Isn't that the beauty of how the world works?

You emit energy into the air, and the energy is transmitted back to you tenfold. My entire career has been a manifestation of my desires, and this Saturday night, I continue to carry this practice. I continue to be what I set out to be from day one: the greatest man that could ever live in this industry. I knew from the moment I laid my hands on this world championship that I was going to be scrutinized and belittled for every possible thing they could find. It just so happened to be that I am a "fluke champion" or a man who has earned nothing. It's just an utter disappointment that the man I face on Saturday night—the one who has been deemed the REAL champion—is feeding me the exact same the media has for the past few years. It's like a broken record. It's constantly echoing in my mind... the idea that I am a failure. What makes me a failure? I've had my fair share of failures, but I am not a failure. A failure does not win five championships in this company. But this isn't even about that. This is about my name. Brian Daniels, you have disrespected my name, and you will repent. Sure, you can address my losses against Hades the Hellraiser and Tyler Parker, but those are redundant now. I lost to Hades, and I had defeated him twice in one week. I proved to the world that I had Tyler Parker defeated, but I was wrongly screwed over by Zack Crash and company. That lead to you winning the world championship. If I had won that night (which I was clearly going to), you would not be a two-time world champion right now. This isn't my opinion; these are merely facts. I have learned from all my losses, and at this point, I know exactly what you're trying to do. It's pathetic, really.

You have nothing to criticize me on, so you will twist the narratives in order to make yourself sound more intelligent than you are. You can fool our idiotic audience and management, but you aren't fooling me. Not at all. If you REALLY want to talk about the past, let's discuss the match I had with you for the new breed championship. That's right, two can play at that game. I defeated you with ease in that match, and if you're going to mention my failures... I can surely mention yours. I remember you having a world title reign that 99% of the EAW populace has already forgotten.  The same result will come about for this title reign, Brian. No one will remember you holding a championship. They will just remember Territorial Invasion: Civil War as the time and place where you were dethroned and utterly embarrassed. It's as simple as that. That's what it boils down to, my friend. As ruthless as I have been throughout my career, on Saturday night... you will see a side of me you have never seen before. I love to joke, because I see every man in this industry as a joke. But I am not to be messed with. My work is far from finished, and I'm equipped and reloaded. I don't care about EAW – never have. I don't care if this company burns down at Territorial Invasion, but I can assure you that I will walk out as the world champion. That's all that matters to me. I will die as world champion. I just need to show the world and prove to you, more importantly, that I am a cut above you. I don't feel the need to, but sas time has progressed, it's an itch that is waiting to be scratched. I'm the real world champion. I know it, but now it's time to convince others. While you try to convince yourself that you're not a slave to Zack Crash's empire, I will burn down his empire. If I must, I'll burn down the history books of this company and make sure the one page that remains is the page on Alex Anderson. Selfish? Yes. Yes.... very selfish, and that's how I should be. That's what I HAVE to be. I am a selfish man. I don't care about world issues... I only care about myself. I grew up in the dirt, and now I'm living a lavish lifestyle. The missing piece to the puzzle is on your shoulders, and although it does make me sick... I'm not worried one bit. I've got it all covered in a mere two days.

I don't care if I have to kill you to get what I want, but I will do it. The world will not miss you, Brian Daniels. They will remember you as a jack-of-all-trades but a master of none. You were never special to begin with. You have nothing that separates you from the rest of the group. Me, on the other hand... I'm a visionary. I have paved the way for generations to come after me. I don't need another world title to prove this – but it'll make for great footage to show my kids ten, fifteen years from now. Terrible attitude to have, right? An attitude is irrelevant when you are winning. In the sheer moment of me standing on top of you while you lay there unconscious... how much will attitude matter? It won't. Not at all. The comments you have made are as silly as you will look at Civil War, but hey... the world needs comedians just as much as it needs great athletes. You, unfortunately... will soon be leaning more towards the former as opposted to the latter.

Here's to Alex Anderson enlightening us once again.

Here's to the fall of Brian Daniels.

And here's to the end of Zack Crash's regime.

Most importantly, here's to the era of Alex Anderson.

persequentem crudeliter.