You ever watch a scary movie? What's the focal point of the plot? It's the fear of death. 

You ever have a near death experience? Have you ever experienced that kind of fright? What makes death so frightening in the first place? I know that answer too, it's the unknown. 

Do you fear the unknown? I know the answer to that as well, chances are the answer is yes.

Even if you don't want to admit it you are afraid of what you don't know. It's a crippling fear, a fear that will compromise the dreams and ambitions of so many people. It's like that graveyard cliche, something that goes along the lines of "look at a graveyard and you won't see headstones and dead bodies, you'll see headstones and dead dreams." Ironically enough  the fear of death, the fear of failure, the fear of the unknown are all intertwined into one. But the question now is why do we fear what we can't avoid? That question I don't have the answer to, but over the last decade of my career or so I dove headfirst into the unknown. Back when wrestling was still walking the line between niche market and mainstream sport; I took the untraveled road, I paved the dirt roads and ventured deep into jungle. And believe me I could have easily faced disaster. The wrong match on the wrong night could taken away my health, I could have lost my life on my first bump, I could have wasted years of my life in a promotion with a ticking time bomb beneath the base, I could have been fucked over by a shitty manager, I could have had everything I've ever worked for ripped away... these are just realities that aren't always addressed in this land of Elite, Extreme, Merchants, Bests; where we put up such a bravado and refuse to show any vulnerability in the slightest, but the fact is there's nothing more fragile than life, especially the life we choose. It can change completely in the blink of an eye, and sometimes when you're at such a high point in your career you forget about that reality. Any one of us could go down with an injury, potentially worse, but did that stop us from making it to where we are now? No, and while many EAW Elitists and Vixens as well as Dynasts over on Dynasty can attest to this, I embody it; I've thrown caution to the wind and subsided my fear so many times -- I put off the chance of disaster, I laughed at the sight of death, I scoffed at the thought of it, foolishly? Maybe. Valiantly? Absolutely. We're not firefighters, we're not police officers, but there is valor in doing what we do, and I'm the most valiant of them all. Don't mistake that as me putting on this cape and stamping an "s" on my chest either. I'm no man of steel, just one of valor. And valor doesn't come from not having any fear, valor comes from overcoming it.

That same quality is probably the biggest reason I'm still here today in my mid to late 30's after seemingly accomplishing everything to accomplish. I'm still here after - just paraphrasing what Impact said - soaring through the highs and being dragged through the lows. I've experienced being at the zenith of this industry and I've hit rock bottom on several occasions. Having a career like that could easily warp your reality if you let it; I could have been trapped in my own bubble still, still thinking I can do no wrong and mindlessly self indulging; or I could have kept a spooked mentality and I could have taken my ball and went home, looking at the outside world through the cracks in the window shade. However... maybe stupidly... maybe stupidly, I'm still here. Not as a dead horse, but sure I've been beaten half to death before and I've come back from it. I've knocked on deaths door (quite literally at one point) and I came back from it. But this time I'm not knocking on death's door, this time the unknown is knocking on mine...... Noone's fault by my own right? After all I invited the unknown into my abode, and he came in the form of Luzmala. A masked assailant who marched straight to the ring and left a pile of bodies, almost as if he were super human. At the very top of that pile was mine; but as I said before, it was a mistake that he didn't finish the job. I guess this is where he tells you about how he will finish the job, but here's how the unknown is indiscriminating and rears it's ugly head his way; because while I stood across the ring from this man and stared into his cold eyes and saw nothing but pure malice, this weekend on Showdown he has to stand in the ring with me and stare into my cold hazel eyes, and he is going to go through the same trial that so many others in EAW have endured.

The fact is my friend you were once the unknown, but I feel like since over the last five days we've become somewhat acquainted. There's no better bonding than being on rival alliances and beating the hell out of each other. I've gotten to experience just a little bit of what you're made of, but you still don't have any idea of what I'm made of. You can watch as much footage as you want, but none of it means a damn.

Luzmala, what I'm saying to you is I AM THE UNKNOWN NOW.

I AM the fabled. I AM the one you hear stories of. I am the cliche, because what makes me what I am is that I am the truth. History shows that when I'm pushed I'm like the Bloody Mary, live and in living colour! Through sheer valor you've jumped headfirst into a war with me not at my most successful, not at my most revered, or most glorified, or most hailed, but you're facing me at my most alive! I feel more alive than I've felt in so long and that's what happens when a man is backed into a corner and is forced to improvise... when you witness that, what you experience is something you've never seen before, something you couldn't see coming, and that's the real unknown. You claim to embrace death as if it were a play thing that could be manipulated at your finger tips; you prop yourself up in every way to be a walking, talking horror movie. Fine and good. Cute and fun. Take a horror movie now and remove the fear of death from it, and what does it become then? It becomes almost like a game in a way... except this is more than a game is it? Neither of us are kidding, there is no hopscotch, or duck duck goose, or fucking 52 card pick up; THIS WON'T BE FUN FOR BOTH OF US! I think we can relate on a lot of levels, but I've got a feeling you won't be enjoying thiiissss! But I sure will! I'm gonna enjoy every part of this experience, especially the new tricks you've got up your sleeve! I've been in this business so long man, things like this do really put me on my toes. For lack of a better word, your "shtick" could have frozen up any other competitor in this industry. People who aren't honest with themselves, people who lie to themselves would be frozen in fear, but oddly enough this liberates me. It's a change from the norm. There comes a point where you're so seasoned that the unknown doesn't frighten you anymore, but rather it inspires you. The danger zone becomes the comfort zone at this point... sounds sadistic, but it's the truth. Believe it or not Luzmala I value you for that, because you've made things all the more interesting for me. Maybe it's just as interesting for you too, maybe you can relate! After all I'm not going to run from you like I'm sure so many others have in your life; this time, we collide. Whether it be on Showdown, whether we resolve this at Civil War, there's going to be a collision... better yet explosion! There's going to be a mess, it's going to be dramatic; and in this dance with the devil in the pale moonlight in the middle of a dead meadow, never will I feel more alive.

(The scene opens up to Kevin Devastation sitting alone, sitting on a ledge somewhere in the arena where Showdown will take place this coming Saturday, and Kevin is slowly applying some war paint to half his face, making it look a bit more dramatic than usual as he smiles and invites the camera to come closer to see what he is doing, to come have a chat if you will.)

 

Well it looks as if I finally get what I want, I finally get the chance of a lifetime to face off against the one and only, the legend of tomorrow, the holder of the contract that damn near guarantees a world championship…Australia’s own Jamie O Hara. Oh how a chance like this only comes once in a lifetime right? How can an old dog like me learn any new tricks enough to somehow not only face, but beat  Jamie in a one on one contest here on Showdown, where he has been a major player since he arrived on the scene………..

 

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(Kevin Devastation after a long pause begins to chuckle to himself, and begins to apply more paint in a more….well lets just say the brush strokes are more erratic as he laughs on the opposite side of his face. He finally stops and looks back at the camera and smiles, well smirks, well it’s a bit of both…)

 

OH GOD JAMIE, HOW DOES IT FEEL FOR YOU JAMIE? DOES IT FEEL GOOD TO HAVE SOMEONE PRAISE YOU LIKE THAT? DOES IT FEEL GOOD TO HAVE SOMEONE TREAT YOU LIKE YOU ARE THE BIG DEAL, THE REAL DEAL, THE ONE WITH THE LEGENDARY APPEAL? Its not going to feel good on Showdown Jamie, not one bit. Because every time you come down to this ring, every time you walk backstage around everybody in that locker room, you have this aura about you, like you have made it already. You are good, you are damn good. BUT you fail to realize that you have not made IT…I—T…IT! Not yet at least, because that is what happens if you beat Xavier Williams at Civil War, you will have made it then and only then can you truly hold your head, along with the EAW Championship up high and truly say you made it. Until then you are the same as every other man who has held that contract and waited on the chance to cash it in, whether they did it like you are doing it, or they do it like most have and just picked the bones of a champion. I am not going to give you the whole “don’t blow it” speeches, because you are to damn hard headed to ever listen, AND I DON’T FEEL LIKE WASTING MY DAMN TIME WITH SOME WANNABEE LEGEND OF TOMORROW WHO HAS NOT DONE A TENTH OF WHAT IT TAKES TO BE A LEGEND IN THIS RING, OR IN THIS COMPANY, OR IN ANYTHING YOU HAVE EVER DONE! I say that whole heartedly Jamie, because you need to hear it more so than others, because you face Xavier Williams, certified “best in the world” with what he has overcome here, have you? Will you? Or will you fall under the pressure of being in that spotlight to young?

 

WILL YOU MAKE IT? OR WILL YOU BREAK IT JAMIE? OR WILL YOU EVEN MAKE IT TOO CIVIL WAR???

 

Oh yes, there is a possibility that you do not even get to cash in that case at Civil War. You are good as I said, DAMN good at what you do Jamie. BUT…BUT BUT BUT…Can you get past me? Can you sir, get past a man who does not need to play superstar, who does not need to play the part of a legend. YOU STEP FOOT IN THE RING WITH A MAN WHO HAS SHED MORE BLOOD, MINE AND OTHERS, THAN YOU HAVE IN THAT WHOLE DAMN BODY OF YOURS JAMIE! I represent the old guard, where instead of waiting, where instead of trying to gain the attention of the world…you straight up took the world by storm every damn time you showed up! I took the world when I could, and when I had a personal matter to attend to, like burying somebodies career before it could start…YOU BET YOUR ASS I DID NOT WAIT ON THAT! I warn you once and only once Jamie, do not think of me as some old man who you can just step through this weekend, because you will not beat me very easily, if you can manage to even best me on Showdown. I have bigger fish to fry, Dynasty Wrestling, The Hexa-gun, my own past demons may even creep up to give me a run for my money, but you Jamie are not on my radar, you sir were never a blip on it, not even once. But Showdown you are my prey and you will be left laying in a heap if you think you can take me lightly. I don’t take you as a fool Jamie, I know what you are capable of and I have studied you in this business, you impress me with what you can do, and you will impress me even more inside the ring on Saturday, but you will not beat me Jamie. You will fail, and then you will fail against Xavier Williams. Take those words with a grain of salt, because you can prove me wrong, I have been proven wrong before, and I am sure I can be proven wrong again……But lets be honest, facing me the week before a World Title match? Even I know they set you up to fail there. Ta Ta For Now

(The scene opens up to Kevin Devastation sitting alone, sitting on a ledge somewhere in the arena where Showdown will take place this coming Saturday, and Kevin is slowly applying some war paint to half his face, making it look a bit more dramatic than usual as he smiles and invites the camera to come closer to see what he is doing, to come have a chat if you will.)

 

Well it looks as if I finally get what I want, I finally get the chance of a lifetime to face off against the one and only, the legend of tomorrow, the holder of the contract that damn near guarantees a world championship…Australia’s own Jamie O Hara. Oh how a chance like this only comes once in a lifetime right? How can an old dog like me learn any new tricks enough to somehow not only face, but beat  Jamie in a one on one contest here on Showdown, where he has been a major player since he arrived on the scene………..

 

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(Kevin Devastation after a long pause begins to chuckle to himself, and begins to apply more paint in a more….well lets just say the brush strokes are more erratic as he laughs on the opposite side of his face. He finally stops and looks back at the camera and smiles, well smirks, well it’s a bit of both…)

 

OH GOD JAMIE, HOW DOES IT FEEL FOR YOU JAMIE? DOES IT FEEL GOOD TO HAVE SOMEONE PRAISE YOU LIKE THAT? DOES IT FEEL GOOD TO HAVE SOMEONE TREAT YOU LIKE YOU ARE THE BIG DEAL, THE REAL DEAL, THE ONE WITH THE LEGENDARY APPEAL? Its not going to feel good on Showdown Jamie, not one bit. Because every time you come down to this ring, every time you walk backstage around everybody in that locker room, you have this aura about you, like you have made it already. You are good, you are damn good. BUT you fail to realize that you have not made IT…I—T…IT! Not yet at least, because that is what happens if you beat Xavier Williams at Civil War, you will have made it then and only then can you truly hold your head, along with the EAW Championship up high and truly say you made it. Until then you are the same as every other man who has held that contract and waited on the chance to cash it in, whether they did it like you are doing it, or they do it like most have and just picked the bones of a champion. I am not going to give you the whole “don’t blow it” speeches, because you are to damn hard headed to ever listen, AND I DON’T FEEL LIKE WASTING MY DAMN TIME WITH SOME WANNABEE LEGEND OF TOMORROW WHO HAS NOT DONE A TENTH OF WHAT IT TAKES TO BE A LEGEND IN THIS RING, OR IN THIS COMPANY, OR IN ANYTHING YOU HAVE EVER DONE! I say that whole heartedly Jamie, because you need to hear it more so than others, because you face Xavier Williams, certified “best in the world” with what he has overcome here, have you? Will you? Or will you fall under the pressure of being in that spotlight to young?

 

WILL YOU MAKE IT? OR WILL YOU BREAK IT JAMIE? OR WILL YOU EVEN MAKE IT TOO CIVIL WAR???

 

Oh yes, there is a possibility that you do not even get to cash in that case at Civil War. You are good as I said, DAMN good at what you do Jamie. BUT…BUT BUT BUT…Can you get past me? Can you sir, get past a man who does not need to play superstar, who does not need to play the part of a legend. YOU STEP FOOT IN THE RING WITH A MAN WHO HAS SHED MORE BLOOD, MINE AND OTHERS, THAN YOU HAVE IN THAT WHOLE DAMN BODY OF YOURS JAMIE! I represent the old guard, where instead of waiting, where instead of trying to gain the attention of the world…you straight up took the world by storm every damn time you showed up! I took the world when I could, and when I had a personal matter to attend to, like burying somebodies career before it could start…YOU BET YOUR ASS I DID NOT WAIT ON THAT! I warn you once and only once Jamie, do not think of me as some old man who you can just step through this weekend, because you will not beat me very easily, if you can manage to even best me on Showdown. I have bigger fish to fry, Dynasty Wrestling, The Hexa-gun, my own past demons may even creep up to give me a run for my money, but you Jamie are not on my radar, you sir were never a blip on it, not even once. But Showdown you are my prey and you will be left laying in a heap if you think you can take me lightly. I don’t take you as a fool Jamie, I know what you are capable of and I have studied you in this business, you impress me with what you can do, and you will impress me even more inside the ring on Saturday, but you will not beat me Jamie. You will fail, and then you will fail against Xavier Williams. Take those words with a grain of salt, because you can prove me wrong, I have been proven wrong before, and I am sure I can be proven wrong again……But lets be honest, facing me the week before a World Title match? Even I know they set you up to fail there kid... 

Ta Ta For Now

(The camera opens inside an almost vacant locker room, occupied only by The Pizza Boy.  He sits quietly on the old wooden one plank bench between the lockers, taping up his hands, smiling a somehow angry smile.  Suddenly, his face snaps up to catch the camera creeping in.  His eyes wide and almost innocent, like a deer being run down by a semi, but the rest of his face stone)

PB: What's the point? Hnh.  That's funny, Mexican Samurai.  That's really a laugher.  I could ask you the same question.  What's the point of attacking me if I'm just some miniscule bug on your radar? What's the point of EAW putting this miniscule bug in a match with the Champ? What's the point of me coming out on top when I'm clearly the inferior competitor?

(PB slams his fist on the locker in front of him, planting it in the metal dent made by his taped up fist.)

PB: You seem to think there's a point to all of this.  You seem to believe you have something to gain by making an 'example' of me.  Well that's fine, because I've been waiting gleefully for the day that I got a shot at you in a fair fight after you decided to try and make a name for yourself at my expense.  Or isn't that the case?  I mean, look at lil' ol' me, all helpless with almost a blemish free record in singles competition since stepping into this company!

(PB lets his angry clenching fist slide out of the crator of his punch.  He studies it carefully, before slamming it into the palm of his other hand with a wince.)

PB: I revile people like you.  You think you can take a shortcut to get ahead in this business, jump the next guy in line, make yourself a big shot with a cheap shot, and then play head honcho below sullying your hands in a fair fight against someone like me.  Yeah, I am a dreg, I am a drone, I am a grunt, but like every dreg, drone, and grunt out there I hold the fibers of society together.  I matter.  Without me, without your big proclaimation of 'what's the point?' holding me down as a subservient blue collar schmoe, things quit working.  Your attention dries up, your relevance dries up, and this false bravado of yours hits the can faster than a college student on chili night.  Here's the point, just in case you haven't figured it out yet, just in case you can't grasp the gravity of a marxist uprising, without me to be your whipping boy your shit doesn't stick.

(PB begins taping the other fist.  The camera zooms on to the realization that the tape is yellow and covered in little pepperoni and mushroom graphics.  PB bites it off the role and smoothes it down on his hand.)

PB: So a lady comes into Bo and Tye's one day and orders a vegan platter.  I inform him that it's entirely impossible to do with a chipper chirp in my tone and a smile on my face.  She lays into me with the threats, asking to see a manager, demanding my name, swearing she'll have my job for my 'sass mouth' for 'stepping out of line' and 'obstructing the social contract of the customer's always right'.  I smile and try to accomodate the irate woman when Bo walks up to the counter and takes over playing Bad Cop, sending me to the back with a wink.  When I get back there, I find Tye shaping prime chunks of meat into little mushrooms and smashing little bits of cheese into spinach.  He gives me a mischevous nod as I head back to the front to alleviate the outraged vegan customer.  She ate in the restaurant that night.  4 bites in to the best pizza she's ever had she vomits.  What's the point of this story?  To paraphrase a more contemporary movie; The person you are after is the person you depend on.  I cook your meals, I haul your trash, I connect your calls, I drive your ambulances.  I guard you while you sleep.  

(PB grips his hands into fists, stretching the tape.  He snaps his hands toward the camera and pulls it up to his angry, quivering, face.)

PB: Do not fuck with me.

(PB shoves the camera away and starts lacing up his boots)

PB: Because if you do, I take your nuts.

(PB pulls the strings tight on his boot laces to punctuate that last statement.  He crosses his legs and plants his smiling face in his hands in bemusement.)

PB: I guess what I'm trying to say is that you've fucked with the wrong delivery boy, and now you gotta pay.  Because in the end, the bottom line is the point, isn't it? That's what you're trying to incentivize by targeting me, the people's uncrowned martyr turned lion.  I represent the working class, and the last I checked, all a samurai ever was is a wandering hobo with a sword fetish.  Prepare to fall on yours, samurai, because it wont be me at the pointy end.  And I hate to trivialize your tag partner or mine in this little tirade of mine, especially after going on a hissy fit over being trivialized,but honestly they don't matter to me.  You do.  Call it my samurai quest, my chopsocky vendetta, or simply what it is; an unraveled loose end I need to trim before moving forward in a more progressive direction.  I mean, hey, outside of our little feud over your actions, what do i gain from beating you?  I mean...what's the point?

(PB smiles and stands up and heads out of the locker room, leaving the camera alone in the hallowed backstage area before finally fading to black)

The scene begins with Eris LeCava wondering the streets of Miami, Florida. She is thrilled to be back in her home state and decides to visit some family members living by. Eris walks up the steps to an old-looking, two story house and knocks on the door.
 
*Knock Knock Knock*
 
The door slowly opens making an eerie, creaking sound. A woman, in her early thirties opens the door. She peaks her head outside and see’s Eris LeCava, wearing a huge smile on her face, and immediately opens the door. The woman, who has short blonde hair and is wearing washed out jeans and a plaid shirt, grabs Eris and hugs her tightly. They both walk inside and sit in the living room.
 
Eris: Cousin Darlene! I’m so happy to see you!
 
Darlene: Wow, Eris. I didn’t even know you were back in Florida. How long have you been here?
 
Eris: I flew in last night; it’s so great to finally see the beautiful beaches and the bright blue sky! It makes me feel so happy and warm and ---
 
Darlene: (She leans towards Eris) You know damn-well you’re not supposed to be here.
 
Eris: W-what? Why not? I thought you’d enjoy a visit from your cousin Eris!
 
Darlene: SHT! QUIET! YOU’RE GONNA WAKE HIM UP!
 
Darlene and Eris stay quiet as Darlene’s bulging eyes scan the entire room. Finally, she sits back into her chair.
 
Darlene: You want Uncle Sid to come up here and give you a good whooping? You know how much he hates to be disturbed!
 
Eris: Darlene… Uncle Sid died thirteen years ago…
 
Darlene: SHT! If you wanna talk, you better be whisperin’!
 
Eris: (in a quiet voice) Yeah, okay, you’re right! Anyway, I was here to get some advice. You mind sharing your wisdom with your favorite cousin?
 
Darlene: Advice, Eris? For what?
 
Eris: Well, next week I’m going against that ogre, Cameron Ella Ava and ---
 
Darlene: OHHH! CAMERON ELLA AVA? SHE’S MY FAVORIT’ VIXEN! I love seein’ her tiny boobies jiggle while she’s in the ring.. mmmmm..
 
Eris: Darlene! (Eris stands up) Listen! I’m going to face her on Showdown and she’s ultimately going to be the reason why I either A) Win the Empress of Elite or B) Lose the Empress of Elite! I can’t lie and say that our match is going to be a walk in the park. I don’t underestimate anyone that goes in the ring with me because I’m a firm believer that everyone has a trick or two up their sleeve. I’m ready to be in a match that may change the course of my career! I’ve gone through so much in my short time of being an official Vixen. Words can’t explain how grateful I am that I even get to compete on a week-to-week basis. We have other Vixens who are simply let out in the cold while I’ve been bathing in the glory. This is my time to shine, D. I’ve already made it to the semi-finals and I can’t let my momentum die down. This tournament was made for Eris LeCava and not for Cameron, Maddie, Aria, Maria – anyone! I don’t understand why Cameron acts as if she’s better than the past Vixens. Going against her is like going against any other Vixen. I haven’t shit myself at the thought of going against Cameron on Showdown because it’s just another match I have to get ready for. I don’t let her “legendary” status get to me because again, SHE’S JUST ANOTHER VIXEN IN THIS COMPANY. I’m sorry that she didn’t make it in the big leagues like the beautiful HBG. I’m sorry that she didn’t get the opportunity to completely dominate the male division, just like my baby girl HBG. I get the impression that she’s doing this out of spite; she wants to win the Empress of Elite tournament because she wants to feel good about herself. It’s a complete and utter lie when she says that she’s doing this just for the hell of it. The only reason why Cameron accepted to be in the Empress of Elite is because the head honcho of this division finally decided to give little ol’ Cammy some work that didn’t involve her being on her knees.
 
Darlene: She’s a shoe-shiner?
 
Eris: Something like that.
 
Darlene: Wow, Eris. You’re so different than the last time I saw you. I reckon that was a year ago.
 
Eris: God, Darlene, now that you mention it I’ve changed so much. Before stepping foot in EAW, I was obsessed with the Vixens. I had my daily routine of sitting on my plush carpet and zoning out for three hours, watching the Vixens shake their booties on national television. Those Vixens that I saw battling it out at Pain for Pride were icons to me; they were my idols – especially Tarah Nova. Now, I look at the Vixens Champ and I feel nothing but embarrassment. I’m embarrassed that the woman who was eliminated from the competition so early on is the face of this division. I’m embarrassed that the woman who didn’t even make it to the semi-finals is the woman who is representing the Vixens. I can’t stand to see her at events signing autographs with the prestigious Vixens title belt lying on her shoulder. She doesn’t deserve that title and if I don’t get the opportunity to take it away, I’m praying that someone else does…. .. .. Ha! Tricked ya, D! Of course I’M going to be the one who is going to take Tarah’s title away because I’m going to be the Empress of Elite winner. And before that, I’m going to beat Cameron to secure my spot to go against whatever mediocre Vixen is thrown out of B block. However, I have to say; Cameron constantly bringing up the unfortunate fact that Maddie beat me is becoming fucking annoying. Oh!- Excuse my language, D. But, it’s just aggravating at this point. Maddie didn’t pin me because she out-did me in the match. Anyone in that arena could agree when I say that my wrestling abilities blew that bitch out of the water. Again, I WOULD’VE WON if it wasn’t for Chuck. Maddie is indeed an opportunist, but she is not a winner. She’ll never be a winner and she’ll always be nothing but a thorn in this division full of roses. So for Cameron to continue to bring up the fact that I lost to the most pathetic Vixen is irrelevant. Get this, D – she even asked that if I wanted the opportunities she got, then I have to bust my ass. (Eris gives a fake chuckle.) How does she even think I got here? Does she certainly believe that I got the Maddie treatment and was gracefully placed here even though I suck? Nope. I got to this spot because I’ve worked my ass off and I can actually have intelligent conversations with people. I don’t have opportunities that were given to me by my fairy god-mother; I am not new to the world of having to fight for what you want. And I want to end Cameron; it’s as simple as that.
 
Darlene: Well, if you really wanna get rid of her, I can tell Uncle Sid to call his friend from Ohio to get rid of that lil’ problem you have.
 
Eris: Christ, Darlene. I have to go; I made plans with HBG to meet up at Versailles in like 20 minutes and I’m already running late.
 
Darlene: HBG isn’t even in Florida –
 

Eris slowly takes out ‘HBG’ out of her pocket as Darlene stays quiet. Eris gives Darlene a hug as she exits from her home. The camera then fades to black. 

What a week this is shaping up to be for those wise enough to be in league with EAW; and then, what a week this is shaping up to be for those foolish enough to NOT be in league with the EAW.  I send condolences most modest and true to the victims’ families, because there isn’t a prayer in the book to service an adequate amount of hope in their aspirations of prevailing.  I’m curious to know the method behind the madness, just how did Conning REALLY go about establishing such a dysfunctional team?  Did everyone draw straws or randomly pull each of their names out of a hat?  Because I refuse to believe his managerial skills are this terrible, but based on what I’ve been fortunate to caption with my own eyes, I think he just may be.  Conning has mistakenly chosen to arm and lead five blind men – who cannot stand to be in the same space with one another for more than five seconds – into battle with automatic weapons, thus making them more of a threat to themselves than us.  To even begin to label these mutineers as a “Team” or even more heinous “a force for the good of all EAW” is an insult to every stable and justified revolt of this company’s nine year history.  They’re a disgrace, an absolute disgrace!  They did all this preaching about brand unity but when it comes to actually practicing it they’re clueless; stuck even, like a deer caught by the glare of an on-coming driver’s headlights.  When two of their own were forced to combat Hexa-Gun by themselves in a one-sided struggle, people began to wonder if Dynasty’s only line of defense would come to their aid.  And surprise, surprise they were nowhere to be found.  Backstage bickering among one another no doubt, but we made it our business to intervene and even the score…that is until Dynasty’s troops came out assaulting all of us.  But even in their attempts to clear the arena of everyone they didn’t consider their cronies, they ended up right back where they started from, at each other’s throats.  It’s pitiful to see how blatantly dysfunctional they are, hell, I’m embarrassed for them.

The irony in it all is you can’t spell “Dysfunctional” without incorporating every letter that makes up “Dynasty”.

But enough about their lack of progress as a unit and this ongoing war, because Territorial Invasion is not yet here and there are quite a few matches that call for my presence, two of which at ringside.  Scott Oasis will again enter the ring with me in his corner as he takes on two men in a single weekend.  There’s no doubt in my mind that he has the skill and tenacity to overcome both challengers.  I mean, this is the same kid who destroyed one of my Renegade brothers right before my eyes, which is easier said than done, trust me.  Venom is as tough as they come; he’s got a liver made of steel and a heart to match.  It was like watching the infamous tale of John Henry told in the ring, Scott was the underdog of the story who stood up against an unstoppable machine equipped with a horse powered engine, and he triumphed in its destruction.  Proving once and for all that nothing man, mechanical, or both stood a chance against him.

Lucian Black is a good wrestler, he’s courageous, honorable, and dependable in certain aspects.  But he lives by a code of ethics, one that seems to prevent him from ever accomplishing a personal goal of his.  How many times has he scuffed a Championship with his fingerprints only for it to slip through his grip because of honor?  It could have been him as EAW Champion instead of Xavier Williams, it could have been him as World Heavyweight Champion instead of Brian Daniels, and perhaps it should have been him as Dynasty’s World Champion instead of Alex Anderson.  He works just as hard if not harder than each of them, but the difference maker is he lacks the balls to do what he has to do in order to win.  Morality is the ultimate career killer and it’s slowly taken effect on young Lucian’s, as one big loss after another continues to plague his career and furthermore prevent his ascension in this business.  It’s a shame because I like everyone else too wished to see him as a huge success in the EAW someday, but have long since given up on it.  Frankly, I got tired of seeing him fail.  He always has and unfortunately he always will until he learns to let it go.  Luckily Scott has no ethic code that he lives by other than kill or be killed, therefore I have no doubts that he will wipe the arena floors with Lucian.

Then there’s Samuel King, the man of many aliases, I’ve seen how he fairs against the small timers out there, not too shabby, but he persists in showing me anything I haven’t either already seen before or executed better.  And on top of that he made a number of major mistakes last week – too damned many to be considered “King of the Ring” that’s for sure – but it’s to be expected from someone who’s been on a yearlong hiatus from the ring.  Albeit, outside of the mistakes he made, his performance was halfway decent but it failed to live up to the standards of an apex league like the EAW.  This kid he was faced up against last week, didn’t stand a chance in hell; but what is he going to do this week when he stands opposite of a man who matches him in both strength and stature?  Fold like a fucking laptop!

Now that brings me to the match-up sanctioned for this Monday Night, for the very first time The Omen will reach beyond the span of the mist of his eternal mystique to seize the soul of Franchise Demon on Battleground.  Unfortunately for you, FD, flattery will only get you so far with me.  I’m honored that you’re so anxious about meeting me, even under the circumstances of this being one of the most painful “meet n’ greets” of your life.  Now I’ve heard a great deal about you and sadly none of its good.  But I’ve never been one to rely on the judgments of subjective commoners to persuade my views on an individual prior to meeting them for myself.  I heard a spell of your run-ins with Diamond Cage in the past, and as it turns out you were the cause for his disappearance, that’s mildly impressive for someone of your rank.  Cage is as crafty as they come and not an easy man to get over on, but here’s where you meet grave disappointment…you didn’t finish him, why, why didn’t you terminate him?  You knew the consequences, neglecting to do what’s necessary ensured his return to make you regret it, so I have no idea why you refused to pull the plug on him.  I suppose Monday’s lesson will be about mercy, while I’m beating you like a red headed stepchild, pay especially close attention to the look of amusement on my face.  Take note of how much joy NOT being merciful is and let it inspire you to do the same in your career…or what’ll be left of it after I’ve shed many years off of it.

The scene begins with Eris LeCava in a gym. Various different equipment’s are surrounding her as a montage begins. She is seen doing pushups, sit-up, and jumping jacks and running on the treadmill. Finally the montage subsides and Eris is shown sitting on the floor trying to regain her composure. Eris walks to her gym bag and takes out a large, plastic box. The glistening plastic shines as Eris begins opening it up from the top. She takes out a doll-looking figure and removes it from the cardboard that was attached. Eris takes out to what seems to be an action-figure and places it on top of a machine.
 
Eris: Not today, Satan.
 
Eris grabs a hold of her smashed up cell-phone and puts it against “Cameron’s” face. After a couple of minutes from watching Cameron’s video, she acts as if she’s fallen asleep.
 
Eris: Zzzzz..
 
Eris: Oh!! Are you finished?
 
Eris wipes her eyes and then stretches as she yawns.
 
Eris: Sorry, I have trouble staying focused when something utterly boring is brought upon me. I’m sorry, Cam, but you can’t expect me to be focused when listening to you because it’s just the same crap that every other Vixen has regurgitated in their entire career. I don’t know you very well, although I am familiar with your work - A Vixen who once dominated the female division as well as the males. A champion that went on and dominated a lifeless division as she sat on her throne as the rest of the Vixens (or lack thereof) kissed the soles of her feet. Then she thought, “Man! Where’d all the bitches go?!” and finally realized that she wanted “real” competition. The valiant CEA took the plunge and inserted herself in a male-dominated division. You held the HOF title for quite some time and theeeeeeeen you lost. You were kicked, stomped, humiliated and wiped out. You were forced to be dragged back to your division, something that you were very vocal about in the beginning of this tournament. So now that we’ve gone through your EAW career I have one question; why? Why should you, the woman who frequently talked down to her fellow Vixens, the woman who constantly doubted the worth of the Vixens division, the woman who frequently voiced her opinion that us Vixens are not on her level… Why? Why should YOU be crowned as the Empress of Elite? The Empress of Elite is kind of a big deal, Cameron! That status of being the Empress of Elite will be with you forever. You will be known as the Empress of Elite, the woman who was able to beat all of the other Vixens and claim her right as the top competitor of this division. I personally don’t think it would be right to have some bitch who thinks she’s the alpha female to have that accomplishment under her name.
 
Eris laughs as she shakes her head.
 
Eris: I don’t think I’ve ever met someone as delusional as you. You’ve put these Vixens on notice? Close, but no cigar. If you were the one responsible of these Vixens putting their asses on gear, then you would’ve been at the top of the totem pole. But who was in the top after all? Hmm, I’m having a tough time remembering. Oh! That’s right, it was ME. While you sat like a sad fat kid who was picked last during gym class, I claimed my rightful spot as the top Vixen in this entire tournament. I was the one who brought out the monster in Cailin, I was the one who gave that bitch Maddie a run for her money, I was the one who made Raven Lee, a respected EAW Vixen, eat my fucking dust. And what have you done? A mediocre attempt to gain attention from the other Vixens by frequently blabbing about your past accomplishments is not putting the Vixens on notice. Going on and on about how you’re “THE” Cameron Ella Ava didn’t make anyone intimidated. It made everyone hate you, Cam, as they rightfully should.
 
Eris takes “CEA” and squeezes her with her hand.
 
Eris: If there’s one thing we can surely agree on is that Maddie cannot be the Empress of Elite. Maddie has had various chances at obtaining the Vixens championship. She’s basically had the title right there above her stupid little head and didn’t even dare to grasp it. Maddie isn’t capable, mentally, physically to be called the Vixens Champion. Her small brain would be too overwhelmed and she’ll probably drop the ball the same way Tarah Nova has. It’s pretty sad that in this tournament, the own Vixen’s Champion didn’t even make it to the finals. What happened at Pain for Pride then? Why did she come out so victorious amongst the entire roster, yet on one-on-one she can’t even get a win? Man, it’s pretty sad to see people slowly crumble down. You watch then rise to the top and then you unfortunately have to deal with watching then tumble all the way down. I would be more saddened if Tarah was actually a good champion. But all I have to say about that is that her time has run out. Although before even getting to that point of my career, you are the obstacle that is blocking my way to the top. You are the only thing that’s in my way in order to go to the finals. I can’t believe that it’s come to this and I thought I was going to go undefeated the whole way. It doesn’t matter, though. If there’s one thing I love, its competition. I want you to make me feel like I don’t know what I’m getting myself into. I want you to give me a run for my money, Cameron. I don’t want boredom to be the outlook for this match. I want everyone talking about our match. I want us to outshine the rest of the Vixens that are currently battling their way to the finals. I WANT YOU TO GIVE ME YOUR ALL. If this is the match that is going to end my chance at becoming the Empress of Elite, it better be a fucking good one! I want to have beef of the week, I want us to be match of the week. I WANT THE WHOLE WORLD TO STOP AND FOCUS ON CAMERON ELLA AVA V.S ERIS LECAVA… Can you give me that, Cam?
 

Eris is shown staring at the Cameron Ella Ava action figure as the camera slowly fades to black.

You find that funny EAW Universe? You think it's some sort of joke? YOU THINK IT'S FUNNY?!?! You look up to a person like him? You look up to that cold soul...disgusting....cruel....gutless Diamond Cage?? You people look up to a person that cheap shots people? Diamond Cage labels himself as another hero in this world but he just proved on Battleground that he's like everyone else in this world and all you people watching at home....you people are villains. You people call me the villain? You need to look yourself in the mirror, I'm the hero in this fight. You people may or may not be fans of mine but there are some of you that ask for my autographs at live events or when I'm at an airport then you go back home and sell a shirt or hat I signed on eBay. You people are the ones that are villains just like Hillary Clinton when she got caught in a scandal then is trying to run for president and act like nothing happened. Stuff like this makes me sick and disgusted, it also makes me sick that some of you people enjoy pain being suffered on a human being. Not only pain was suffered but embarrassment was too, I AM THE HERO! WAKE THE HELL UP!!! Diamond Cage maybe satisfied of what happened on Battleground but he will forever know deep down inside that The Franchise Demon kidnapped him and it affected him for almost a year of his life. Diamond Cage knows that deep down inside.....I know it....and all you people know it as well. But the difference between myself and Diamond Cage is that I show up the next week defending my royal kingdom know as Battleground. Cage doesn't care about all you people, if Cage was a true hero he would show up on Battleground every single week? But guess what? He doesn't, but you want to know who does? I DO!

But now I have to travel all the way to the shit hole of America which is Rhode Island? This is probably the last time EAW ever travels to the state of Rhode Island because it's sooo....SOOO dirty! All you people are dirty, you don't clean your streets, you don't shower, you sure as hell don't whip correctly so I sure as hell can't wait till Monday Night after my match to get the hell out of Rhode Island. The only reason I'm going to Rhode Island is to take on Hades in the main event of Battleground. No doubt in my mind, I respect the hell out of Hades, Kevin Devastation, Scott Oasis and Zack Crash. When I first found out Zack Crash sent Hades on assignment to Voltage I was so excited. I was hoping the horrible cancer of Voltage Mr. Ashten Cross would book me a match for Voltage one of these weeks and get to meet Hades. That unfortunately didn't happen then this past week on Battleground I find out 'The Franchise Demon Challenge Series' continues and finally Ashten Cross has woken up out of his shell and gave me something that I want and that is I finally get to meet Hades the Hellraiser. If you people think I was afraid of Hades at the end of Battleground you have another thing coming, I will personally send you to an empty grave with your name on it! Now Hades, there is nothing than I want more at Territorial Invasion: Civil War is for you and the rest of Team EAW to take out that garbage known as Dynasty Wrestling. I will be the happiest person on earth when Zach Crash gets the rights to Dynasty Wrestling on September 26th. You may raise hell wherever you go but I experienced hell multiple times so it's going to take more then enough to put me away. You are going to have to look at not the only the reigning...defending...undisputed KING OF BATTLEGROUND but you also have to look into the eyes of the dragon. All nice things come aside once that bell rings on Monday...I have to do something for myself and that is prove to the world that I deserve to be here and I will do that by making a statement. And that statement is by taking out the most respected person on the EAW roster from yours truly. I will gladly take you to the limit Hades but just remember...I have no problem putting you in a body bag. Get ready to walk into enemy territory my friend!

Showdown Promo #1

"What's the point? "

Week in and week out I've given competitive matches for Showdown against an ever rising litany of talent that includes champions, former champions and number one contenders.  Anyone that has beaten me has been given an opportunity for bigger and better things and yet...I'm going to be sitting at home during Territorial Invasion and watching from my couch.  Can you believe that I was asked by one of the agents to come to the show and hang out in the back?  Really?  As if I would want to go to the arena and get a firsthand look at all the talent who are given opportunity after opportunity while I receive nothing.  It's disgusting, to be honest. I've been relegated to the guy who everyone should have a good match against before they go to feud for a title opportunity.  "Let's just drop Samurai's name on here since he has nothing to do."  Cool...bravo...

With the way the commentators are impressed with my matches week in and week out, you would think that I would be a talent who is on the rise, but I'm not sniffing a title shot anytime soon.  I'm sure that I'll be placed in a match on Showdown with random talent #24453 who will then be placed on Territorial Invasion the very next week.  Do I expect any kind of empathy from anyone?  No.  It's my damn fault for caring so much.

Everyone in EAW is the exact opposite of me...they have passion... which is something that I'm steadily losing.  I'm starting to not really care anymore.  Why have faith in wrestling when it doesn't have faith in you?  What's the point of showing up to work when they see a shiny new trinket and promote him above you?  What's the point of showing up to work when people can return after a long hiatus and get right back in a position that you've been busting your ass to obtain?  
"What's the point?"

You must think I'm crazy, because I do have a daughter who I support with all my heart. Wouldn't this be a factor in making sure I try my best every time I step into the ring?  Quite frankly, I'm signed to a guaranteed contract.  All I care about is the money now.  If you are in this industry for the gold, fame, and legacy...then good for you.  I don't care anymore.   Go ahead and pin me.  We don't even have to have a match,  I'll take the loss cause I simply don't want to be here anymore.

Wins...

Losses...

"What's the point?"

This business just chews you up and spits you out and how are you remembered?  As another martyr for the fan who doesn't care if you tear your body apart trying to entertain them.  Will they pay for my hospital bills at the end of the day?  Hell no! I'm not going to become a drug-addled mess whole only consolation was that he went to the Hall of Fame.   I'm going out of my way to do everything but wrestle.  I feel like....

an UNWRESTLER.

James Shield...I'm done with you.  You've done nothing but harm my career and make me worse then when I started on Showdown.  I thought you were going to give me direction and opportunity but I saw it all when Zack Crash came to the ring to help Chuck Scene beat me.  What was I given for being the pawn for Chuck's opportunities?  I was given absolutely nothing but a big ol' FUCK YOU.  I just want to go home with my paychecks and spend time with my family, and not be disappointed in the fact that I'll never get anywhere here.  

The guaranteed contract won't allow that though.  I’m obligated to have so many matches per year...but you should be prepared to see someone whose output will be so little that you might as well not even put him on the show. If I want to bring pizza to the ring and eat it, then why not?   Whose to stop me?  I'll just take the loss, because... who cares?

Talking about pizza...there is someone whose passion makes me sick to my stomach.  Yes, I'm talking about him.  You know who you are.  You're everything that I hate about this business.  I'll make sure to show you soon.

Or maybe not... because once again,

"What's the point?"

REPORT 02386 – DURHAM POLICE DEPARTMENT
 
WEDNESDAY SEP 16 2015 23:08 – A man (Thomas Millard) and his wife (Virginia Millard) are arguing in the bedroom of their middle to low income two story house in Durham, North Carolina. It is obvious that the man, a middle-aged, heavy-set character, has been drinking. The wife continues to call him a drunkard and threatens to leave him before promptly being shoved hard into the bedroom wall. The back of her head bounces off of the wall as she falls to the floor. The man goes over to his dresser and pulls a gun on her, telling her to suck on the barrel. At this point, their son (Christopher Millard), a 6-year-old peeks through the door but doesn’t interject out of fear. He watches silently as his mother is pulled up to her knees and is forced to suck on the barrel of her husband’s Smith & Wesson Model 41 automatic pistol. He hums to himself and smirks at her as he brushes her hair out of her face and slaps her, commenting “Keep going; you’re gonna make me cum.” The woman is silently pleading with the gun still in her mouth and tears rolling down her cheeks. “That’s it. Just like that,” the man says, almost to the point of laughing at her. The more she screams on the barrel, the more the man has trouble containing his laughter, egging her on by repeating, “I’m gonna cum” and “You’re gonna make me do it, whore.” Eventually, the man pulls the trigger and kills the woman with a single shot. Unfazed, he falls back into his recliner by their window and looks out, eventually hearing police sirens and pressing the pistol to his own head before killing himself. The boy, covering his eyes since seeing his mother shot at point blank, stands frozen in the doorway while police surround the building and his parents lie dead in their bedroom.
 
[END EXCERPT]
 
The camera pans to a large man walking up the creaking staircase toward the young boy balled up and covering his eyes while resting up against the banister. Sirens are heard around the building. The image captures, alongside the boy, the man below his shoulders but doesn’t show his face. He is wearing a pressed suit and crouches down to the boy.
 
Voice: You cover your eyes, why, child? You know what happened here, and, frankly, you could have seen it coming knowing the history of your father’s abuse on your mother. La Muerte exists in that room and you are too fearful to see it yourself. You believe that if you never open your eyes again, you will be able to drown out the sight of your mother’s murder. But that image will live in you, will fester in you, will embed itself in whom you are for the entirety of your life until La Muerte does the same for you as it did your mother. Death has that healing power and presence.
 
Instead of fighting it, you have to open your eyes, accept that what happened here was inevitable. Let the sadness and the anger fester in you like it’s bound to, and become something of it. Do not cheat yourself of your circumstances. I know I haven’t mine, and when I finally allowed myself to admit that I was a product of my own trauma, that’s when I began realizing that I was no monster—I’m more human than anybody else.
 
The boy uncovers his eyes and looks up at the man who looks down at him—a sign that something that this stranger said has resonated with the boy. The boy nods at the man.
 
Voice: The inevitable is clear to everybody, even if they don’t want to accept it. It’s the reason you refuse to look in that room and it’s the reason why Mr. DEDEDE hasn’t said a word about me coming to Dynasty and reminding me that the death of his career is imminent. He may have gotten away with ignoring it by keeping certain doors in his careers closed at this point, lowering himself to divisions in the company that he knows full well he can still continue to compete in. But the truth—the truth that Mr. DEDEDE knows full well whether he admits to it or not—is that he keeps those doors closed because he doesn’t want to confirm his fears. He doesn’t want to be forced to accept that there are some things he cannot do anymore, some forces he cannot stop even if he tried his hardest. When I jumped the barricade last week, I did more than leave wreckage in and around a wrestling ring; I kicked down that door that Mr. DEDEDE kept shut for far too long. And now it’s my job, my purpose, to make sure that you face that open door and see La Muerte face to face, see that your time has come to accept the death that is right in front of you, and to stop prolonging something that should have been done months, if not years ago.
 
The truth is that Mr. DEDEDE may have stopped forces similar to me years ago, that he might have overcome all different kinds of odds, slayed different kinds of beasts. But I’m no beast; I’m the manifestation of reality. I am unfiltered truth flooding out into the struggling life that is Mr. DEDEDE and I will make my presence—truth’s presence—known whether he is prepared for it or not. He can lie to himself all he wants, turn his back to the open door that I left for him and ignore what’s coming, but soon enough he will be grabbed and consumed. He’ll be forced to look inside of that room and accept the truth that he’s eluded for far too long. And when this company sees that their god has fallen at the hands of Truth, they will fall with him. And those who continue to fight it will have their doors forced open just like Mr. DEDEDE’s—they will be forced to accept the truth the same way he will. La Muerte is coming for you, Mr. DEDEDE, and it’s coming for EAW. There is no reason to hide from me or from death, for we are both inevitable. Embrace us. Accept us. Know that regardless of what you do to help yourself sleep at night, we are here lurking in your households, standing quietly in your doorways and watching as you sleep, as you dream, as you believe that you are safe and that life will pulse through your veins forever. I have become stronger knowing that it will not. La Muerte will save you if you let her. Let her.

To rise, first you must burn.

The large man holds out his hand and offers it to the boy, who reaches out to grab it. He is pulled to his feet and slowly led to his bedroom, where he is lifted and set into his bed. The man tucks the blankets around him and presses his hand over the boy’s head, brushing back his hair and, without another word, walks toward the doorway. The boy looks at him as he stands there for a moment before grabbing the doorknob and shutting the door. As soon as the door shuts, it is kicked open as a flood of police officers swarm the room, guns held out, unsure of what may have been behind the door. They are shocked to see a young boy lying in his bed, blankets tucked around him as if he had not moved at all—as if he hadn’t ever been concerned to check what was behind the door just down the hallway where his mother and father lay in pools of their own blood.

The scene begins with after the Eris LeCava vs Maddie match. She is seen furiously pacing back and forth backstage as stage crew walk by. With sweat rolling down her face, she quickly wipes it off. She sits on a wooden box and begins to munch on her fingernails.
 
Eris: (To herself) No, this didn’t happen. Did this happen? N-no. I’m dreaming, obviously. N-n-no. God, NO! I didn’t just lose. I’m still undefeated. Yep! I’m still the top Vixen of Block A. Y-y-yup! I’m still hashtag 15 points! Yeah, this is just a dream. Mhmm…
 
Eris sticks her fingers in her ears and closes her eyes and begins screaming “Blah! Blah! Blah!” She suddenly feels a light tap on her shoulder.
 
???: Did you miss your bus back to the insane asylum?
 
The camera shifts to Eris’ view. The dark, sad setting suddenly shifts to a much lighter, happier place! Flowers begin to bloom, birds begin to chirp. The camera begins to pan downwards going upwards of the person who is standing in front of Eris. Finally, the camera reaches to the top and it shows the beautiful, legendary HeartBreakGal in the flesh. HBG is smirking as she plays with her hair.
 
HBG: Are you star-struck?
 
Eris, with her jaw down to the floor, gets up and begins bowing to HBG.
 
Eris: I-I can’t believe this! I can’t believe that I’ve actually met you! W-what? Is this real life?
 
HBG: Ok . . . you’re just sitting on that paper that I ne—
 
Eris: Say no more! I know EXACTLY why you’re here! You saw me, from a distance, and saw how down I was. You could immediately tell that I was saddened. You saw a big, grey cloud hovering above me as I sadly moped around. You saw me and you knew that you had to do something. Then, as you touched my bruised shoulder, you jolted your own electricity inside me. That’s right, right?
 
HBG: Look, I just want my pa—
 
Eris: I know!!! I know that I shouldn’t feel bad because I lost to Maddie. After all, I was in control the entire time. I was extremely focused on my goal; pinning Maddie to the matt and making curse the day she was ever assigned to face me. However, once I heard that song… Once I saw the lights begin to flash red, I KNEW what was about to happen. The moment I saw that IDIOT, that… THAT PIECE OF SHIT WALK DOWN THE RAMP I WAS FROZEN. And fuck the commentators, saying that I was frozen in fear. Yeah, right! I was confused, angry and TIRED of this on-going bullshit. It’s because of CHUCK SCENE that I lost this match. After all of my matches that I’ve been assigned to these past couple of months, he decides to interfere in the one that could possibly define my destiny in EAW? He had a title match that evening, it’s not like he was doing it out of jealousy that he was stuck in Women History seminars while I was reaching for the gold. He did it straight out of insanity. He needs help, and to see that he now has gold strapped around his waist? Pathetic. Oh, and don’t get me started on Maddie. Maddie doesn’t deserve to be tied with Cameron and I. Hell, not even Cameron deserves to be at the top of the A block. I’M the one who has had to work her ass off just to be taken seriously around here. I’m not someone who has past history with the company to sail my way to the top OR someone who has a huge following with an equal amount of hype to get me places. The only person I have here is you…
 
HBG: As much as I’d LOVE to hear your life story, scratch that, no I don’t. Can I just get my pa—
 
Eris: You’ve always been there, through thick and thin. Through tough times when I thought maybe EAW wasn’t for me. You’ve always been a support system and I will always, ALWAYS thank you for that. This is why I can’t let this petty loss cost me everything. I can’t let this ruin all of the hard work I’ve put in. Those that debuted with me, Starshine, Cailin, where are they now? They’re in the locker rooms having to sit and watch while the rest of us get one step closer to our goal. I’m not saying I’m better than them, I’ve SHOWN countless times that I’m better than half of the Vixens on this god damn roster. I know that I may sound like a broken record, but Jesus Christ It’s just so true! I can’t believe that I was once classified with a mental illness, yet I make smarter decisions than they ever will. I can’t believe I have to compete with these morons! GAH! HBG, I’m going against Cameron, someone who I’ve never faced and I have no idea as to what tricks she may have up her sleeve. How should I approach this match?
 
HBG: Listen, it’s a while since I’ve even talked to the gir—
 
Eris: Oh my god, HBG, you’re a genius! You’re right, I shouldn’t have to be intimidated by Cameron Ella Ava because she’s a Hall of Famer or because she’s deemed as one of the greatest vixens of all time. Those were all past accomplishments and they shouldn’t affect what’s going on in present day. Cameron has faced many greats, including you, of course; however she’s never faced the Carbon Copy Vixen, Eris LeCava. I bring a style that has never before seen in EAW. I bring energy, charisma, intelligence and let’s not forget talent. I’ve gone undefeated in this entire tournament and I have successfully pinned my opponents. No going beyond the time limit or doing some other faulty acts. I’ve given an authentic display of my talents and abilities ever since I debuted in EAW. The only reason why I lost this match was because I was distracted! And I’m not someone who is in denial whenever she loses. I’m a reasonable person and I like to view the world in a realistic standpoint, although, if Chuck Scene and his micro-penis wouldn’t had walked down that god forsaken ramp then I WOULD’VE WON.  Maddie took opportunity of the situation and used it to her advantage. Nothing wrong in doing that, however I’m just stating that I would’ve won regardless. Let’s face it, my in-ring abilities blow that bitch out of the water. Anyway, back to the star of the hour – Cameron, she’s had her go at being Vixens champion. She’s had her time under the spotlight. She’s done it all… Which is why I’ll be DAMNED if she thinks I’m going to let her advance to the finals. I’m in beast mode, I’m in fighter mode, and I’m in SURVIVAL MODE. I refuse to sit back and let you hog the spotlight. I refuse to let Maddie hog the spotlight. I refuse to let any bitch from Block A or B win what has been destined to be mine all along… I was born for this moment. I am the Empress of Elite…
 
Eris is focused as those last words come out of her mouth. HBG snaps her fingers in front of Eris’ face and she suddenly snaps out of the trance she was in. Eris smiles from ear to ear as she goes in for a hug.
 
Eris: Oh!!! HBG, you always know the right things to say!! Thank you so much! I’m doing this for you!!
 

Eris pulls back and skips away. HBG is left, confused and slightly disgusted as the camera fades to black…

六 A handheld camera shakily turns on as glimpses of the inside of a car can be seen until the focus is finally on Drake Jaeger - dressed in full ring gear with his sunglasses, trench coat, and toothpick in his mouth - driving the car. 六

Drake: Welcome, welcome, everyone. You get the honor of joining me inside my own personal vehicle as me and my associate here, Indy Jones (no relation to Tiberius), make our way down to Hartford, Connecticut to kick the shit out of not one, not two, not even three, but FOUR different people who I’ve briefly seen talk some shit. Now, I don’t know if this is by some sort of coincidence, but yet another one of these “people” - and I use that term very loosely - is another freak who looks like he’d be better suited in a circus than inside of Hexa-gun’s ring. This, this… Eclipse Dynamo, I don’t know, I wasn’t really paying attention to whatever his name was with how loudly his tattoos or makeup were screaming out for attention. But this isn’t about them. We’ll get around to those four soon enough, but right now is about where we’ll be headed down to once Hexa-gun has conquered Dynasty. 

We’ll next be headed down to Providence, Rhode Island, where World War 3 has evidently begun, because Russia and England have come together to attempt to take down Hexa-gun. Key word in that last sentence: attempt. It’s like how, oh I don’t know, how England attempted to stop the United States from becoming their own separate country. It’s kind of like how Joseph Stalin tried to make Russia the most dominant country in the World. Now, I’ve learned to know better than to expect even a fragment of intelligence from you people, but I’m sure even you can catch on to the theme there. The fact of the matter is that men like Liam Catterson and Aren Misterslave were born and raised and came from countries that harbor nothing but failure. Oh sure, you’ve got your shitty music like the Beatles and you’ve got your precious Vodka to numb the painful memories of trying to fuck with the most dominant stable to have ever graced professional wrestling, but failure is just something neither of you two can escape. I’ve heard and I’ve seen things to know just how barely the two of you have scraped by in this company, and how even a World Championship or a Pure Championship hasn’t washed away that stench of failure. But hey, if you don’t believe me, come on down to Providence and see just how well your collective efforts pan out when two men - you - who were just beating the shit out of each other for a Championship that no longer belongs to you, Aren, and NEVER belonged to you, Liam, let’s see how well you two co-exist as enemies a mere two weeks ago taking on a well-oiled machine that’s bigger and badder than you seem to believe. 

But hey, don’t just take my word for it. Indy and myself heard about some little Fall Festival going on here in Granby, Connecticut, and I think we’re gonna stop by and interview ordinary people on your chances for Voltage come Sunday.

六 The camera shows Drake pulling into a handicap parking space. 六

六 The camera jump-cuts to watching Drake on the outside, in front of the car, pulling out the handicap sign post and driving it into the ground of the car parked beside them. 六

六 The camera jump-cuts to Drake making his way through the Fall Festival crowd as several people give him strange looks at the sight of his attire. 六

Drake: Drake Jaeger coming through, people! That’s right, THE Drake Jaeger! No autographs please! Flash photography is suitable, but if done too close to me, I will take the phone or camera and beat you to death with it!

六 The camera jump-cuts to Drake with a microphone in hand, standing next to a middle-aged man in a white athletic shirt. 六

Drake: So, first question: What are your thoughts on Liam Catterson?

Man: ….. Who?

六 The camera jump-cuts to Drake next to a man in his 40’s with an American flag bandana on his head. 六

Drake: I see you’re a fan of America.

Man: Haha, yeah, I am. Born and raised.

Drake: Here in Granby too?

Man: Yup. All my life.

Drake: Right, well, let me ask you a question.

Man: Go for it.

Drake: What if England and Russia suddenly came together, invaded this country, and tried to kill you and everyone you loved?

六 The man looks confused as the camera jump-cuts to Drake with a man in his 30’s with an acoustic guitar in his right hand. 六

Drake: Are you a part of one of the bands playing today?

Man: I am, I play with--

Drake: Well, there’s this guy who I think could really use a lesson in good music, and you look like a man who really knows music.

Man: Oh, well, I suppose, I mean--

Drake: His name’s Liam Catterson.

Man: Liam what?

Drake: Catterson.

六 The man with the guitar laughs. 六

Man: Never heard a name like that.

Drake: Right? I’ve heard names like Ericson mean “Son of Eric”, so I don’t know, maybe Catterson means “Son of Pussy”. 

六 The man laughs again. 六

Drake: But let me give you a taste of what he thinks is good music:

六 Drake reaches for the guitar in the man’s hand as the man cautiously gives it to him. Drake clears his throat. 六

Drake: Ahem…. RULES OF NATURE!!!

六 Drake starts violently strumming the guitar as the guy almost tries to stop him, but hesitates. The camera jump-cuts to Drake with a middle-aged woman with blonde hair. 六

Drake: Alright, pop quiz: Say you’re a Russian who doesn’t like this English guy, and yet decides to join him a mere two weeks later to fight two members of the most powerful group around. What do you do?

Woman: Oh, uhm... 

Drake: You’d start by immediately regretting every decision you ever made that led up to that moment, right?

Woman: Well, I mean, yeah, I guess--

Drake: Then what?

Woman: Well, I think maybe I’d--

Drake: You’d do your best to not be the one who gets the shit kicked out of them for the majority of the time, right?

Woman: I probably wouldn’t even show up, to be honest. That sounds dangerous.

Drake: I like your style, but say you’re REALLY proud and delusional and think you stand some sort of chance.

Woman: Oh, well, in that case--

Drake: You’d probably just cut your losses once the people you’re fighting just start beating your partner to a blood pulp, right? But what if he’s thinking the same thing?

Woman: Well--

Drake: You’d have to make sure it’s YOU and not HIM that gets away, right? It’s like trying to escape a bear: It’s not about you getting away, it’s about whoever you’re with getting caught. You’d probably have to snap your partner’s leg and make a break for it, right? Solid strategy.

六 The camera jump-cuts back to Drake still violently strumming the acoustic guitar as two cords have snapped on it while the frightened man looks on. 六

Drake: Then it’s like “ALLLIIIIIIIVVVEEEEEE!!!!!”

六 The camera jump-cuts to Drake with a young woman with black hair. 六

Drake: Alright, I’ll cut to the chase: Are you currently seeing anyone?

六 The woman nervously laughs. 六

Woman: I am, actually. Sorry.

Drake: Hey, that’s alright, I am too. Her name’s Haruna, you’d love her.

Woman: … Then why are you hitting on me?

Drake: Let me answer your question with another question: Are you familiar with Triple Threat Matches?

六 The camera jump-cuts to Drake still violently strumming the guitar as every string has snapped. 六

Drake: STRONG OR WEAK?!!!!.... And that’s about it. Your thoughts?

六 Drake begins to hand the damaged guitar over to the man, who quickly snatches it from his hand and storms off as Drake looks before turning to the camera. 六

Drake: You see that, Liam? Nobody likes you OR your shitty fuckin theme.

六 The camera jump-cuts to Drake next to a young African American man with a red “Flash” t-shirt on. 六

Drake: What were your thoughts on the film “Straight Outta Compton”?

Man: Huh?

六 The camera jump-cuts to Drake showing something on his phone to a woman in her 30’s. 六

Drake: And then he said that I’m signing my own deathwarrant by being in Hexa-gun and taking him on in this match.

Woman: Well, that’s kind of rude.

Drake: It is, isn’t it?

Woman: Yeah, he doesn’t have to be so mean about it.

Drake: Right? I thought English people were supposed to be jolly. I mean, he swam all the way over here just to compete in a company that’s in North America, you’d think he’d be practically worshiping someone like me, who’s actually FROM this country. Instead, I’ll I’m getting are death threats from him. Do you think he’s grown bitter because he’s lost every Championship he’s ever touched and wasn’t good enough to take Y2Impact’s Pure Championship.

Woman: I don’t know what you’re talking about, but maybe. 

六 The camera jump-cuts to Drake next to two young girls. 六

Girl #1: Aren’t you hot in that stuff? It’s like 89 degrees out today, haha.

Drake: Oh, no, it’s fuckin unbearable in this stuff. I mean, I can actually see out of my sunglasses since we’re outside, but this weather is ridiculous. THIS is Fall? I’m sweating like Liam Catterson watching the woman he loves talking to another man.

Girl #2: You could just take the stuff off. The trench coat, I mean.

Drake: How old are you two?

Girl #1: Fifteen.

Drake: Oh.

六 Drake walks away, but comes back after a few seconds. 六

Drake: What’s the legal age of consent in this state?

六 The camera jump-cuts to Drake next to an older gentleman. 六

Drake: Oh a scale of 1 - 10, how much do the Beatles blow?

六 The older gentleman looks at Drake funny before the camera jump-cuts to Drake next to a red-haired woman in her twenties. 六

Woman: Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?

六 Drake looks down at his trunks as the woman laughs and pulls out a small revolver as her eyes grow wide. 六

Drake: It’s a gun.

六 The camera jump-cuts to Drake quickly walking back to the car as yelling can be heard in the background. 六

Drake: Alright, well some coward claimed they were calling the Police, so it looks like this little day of interviews is over, but I hope it was more than enough for the two of you jokes to realize you’re not just outnumbered against Hexa-gun, you’re outnumbered by everyone in this country, you’re outnumbered physically, you’re outnumbered mentally, and if you ever even began to believe for even a second that you stand a chance, just know that I forgive you. Look at your partner and Sunday and do yourself a favor: Be the one who smartens up and cuts his losses while he still can, because we may be in the midst of a Civil War, but it ain’t gonna be EAW or Dynasty that comes out on top when the smoke has cleared! I hope the ticket you bought to get to here was round-trip, because your ass is going right back when this is over!

六 Sirens can be heard in the distance as the camera shuts off while Indy Jones and Drake Jaeger begin to get into the car. 六

Everyone thinks they carry a big stick before they meet a guy with a gun and the complexion of their whole world changes. That tough loner aloofness quickly morphs into panic and desperation in the blink of an eye. I've seen it all too often before; wrestlers that attempt to win their battles through intimidation and fear tactics as opposed to their prowess and expertise inside the sanctions of that squared circle. Obviously, Hexa-gun's expertise is matches that take place under extreme rules. We've stated this on countless occasions, we subject the opposition to the confines of our playground or there won't be any recess whatsoever. On Dynasty, much of what I alluded to took place. The ring was filled with weapons, bodies were decimated, the cries of war echoed throughout the arena such that it became literally impossible for the audience to ignore what was transpiring... And despite all of the friction, havoc, and warfare, despite every waking moment it seemed certain the Savage Ryans and their misfit goon squad had us ensnared with nary an escape, Hexa-gun still came out with the clear advantage when the dust settled and the smoke cleared as our masked man entered the fray! In a lapse of judgment where there was no margin for error, "The Eye in the Sky" took his eye off the ball and the bells of his hollow threats and taunts ringed only to deaf ears. That's Mr. DEDEDE personified right there, but it's never something he'll be willing to admit. After all, you could predict Mr. DEDEDEDE and his meddling motives down to a T and he'd still obstinately insist the contrary in a childish act of defiance; ironic considering "sophomoric remarks" were exactly what Mr. DEDEDE chided my teammate Tiberius Jones for. It's acceptable when Mr. DEDEDE does it, but when a stalwart like Tiberius Jones shows an affable sense of humor in contrast to his competitive nature inside the ring, DEDEDE tries to flip the script and pretend the lovable goof isn't a role he attempted to play for years with very little success. Mr. DEDEDE has always been embodied by his serious demeanor, by his approach to endeavors like this upcoming encounter at Civil War; but if he'd rather cry foul about how the formidable, stylish Tiberius Jones conducts himself and behaves, everyone already knows it isn't because of some innately profound belief about upholding the fabric and sanctity of battle; it's about controlling, managing, and dictating the pace of that battle. Zack Crash doesn't want the wrestling world to fall under Hexa-gun's management, and neither does Mr. DEDEDE! The former is an outspoken hypocritical reprobate who has repeatedly defied justice in favor of a corrupt institution, and the latter is a puppet master desperately attempting to cover those tracks with a thin layer of transparency and honesty. Thankfully, Hexa-gun isn't so easily convinced. It's that same backwards mentality constantly spewed by Mr. DEDEDE that has set all his partners astray from him his whole career, whether it was Captain Charisma, House of the Renegades, Diamond Cage, and so on. He treats his teammates like disposable commodities valued solely for the purpose of his own gain and promptly trashed once they're no longer of any use to him. When I do a thorough inspection of Hexa-gun, I don't see underlings, I don't see disposable commodities, I don't see spokes on the wheel, I don't see cogs in a machine -- I see men, no different than myself, fighting for a cause they've mutually vowed allegiance to and uniting together like a band of brothers. Not fanatics, not hungry horses I ride into battle on while wielding a sword of terror and wearing armor carved from gods, not mindless zombies catering to my every whim, but individuals that, combined, form an unstoppable conglomerate. You don't like jokes, DEDEDE, yet surely you jest! SURELY YOU JEST! And take it from me personally, I can hardly wait to witness and hear you backtracking once again, perhaps taking yet another hiatus after that HBG-induced embarrassment forced you on sabbatical after Pain for Pride.

Mr. DEDEDE is like the gateway drug for newcomers into EAW! Dynasty! Wrestling in general, for that matter. Regardless of the current dynamics, whether his presence is or isn't there, whether a World Championship is adorning his waist or isn't, he's one of less than a handful of wrestlers people don't forget about when he loses the belt... Or so he thought. How surreal is it to contrast where you are and what you're doing now with the glorious state of affairs from this time one year ago when you were flyin' high and soarin' in the sky as World Heavyweight Champion? You transitioned from destroyer of worlds, Eye in the Sky, EAW's own personal domestic terrorist unleashing endless amounts of fury to those foolish enough to even DARE opposing you... From facing the famed Mikado Sekaiichi at Pain for Pride in a thriller that undoubtedly stands the test of time, a showcase of the elites that reflected on your dominance with pinpoint accuracy... All the way to getting pinned by the Heart Break Gal and costing the Savage Ryans their Tag Team Championships to a vixen seemingly entrenched in a commentary booth that just recently returned after she hadn't competed in a ring in three years! You've experienced the highest of highs, you've sunk to the bottom of the ocean, and in spite of all that water pressure, your body has remained intact. You don't have many respectable qualities, your personality isn't especially endearing... But nonetheless, I commend you for that. You've endured trials that would result in lesser men quitting and permanently hanging up their boots. Your perseverance and your undying will to succeed is legendary even when you're incapable of showing your face on television for over a month due to embarrassment, you still somehow muster up the courage to go back in the saddle again. However, one question hasn't yet been answered -- Mr. DEDEDE is back in the saddle again, he's accepted some sort of agreement from Zack Crash... But are we beating a dead horse? Because I know how rigorous the rehabilitation process for me to get back into a ring was, I know how difficult it can be to persevere in spite of all the setbacks that befall you, I know lingering injuries from past matches can easily derail your mission and silence your plight permanently. I escaped from that hellfire, I know what it feels like to experience a blaze of glory... But right now, my journey and my ambition is accentuated by that fire. There's a reason I'm coming into battle with a head of steam, and it's because the fire CAN'T subdue me, it can't vanquish me, and these flames won't be extinguished on anyone's terms but my own! BECAUSE I AM THE FIRE. This is each Hexa-gun member's personal soliloquy of chaos, and Mr. DEDEDE won't prevent us from acting our part out to perfection.