The camera fades and shows Eris LeCava sitting in a wooden chair in the middle of a dark room. A light bulb is hanging above her head causing shadows to emerge on her angelic face. Her eyes are bulging as she begins to speak.

Eris: Who died and made you queen of this division? Last time I checked – You were in second place and wait, who was in first? Hmm, hold on. Let me check real quick… (Eris pulls out a small mirror from her pocket and looks at herself as she begins to grin.) Oh, yeah! That’s right; the wolf that’s leading the pack is ME. You should be ashamed of yourself that you would speak to the future Empress of Elite in this manner. I’ve made a name of myself in this entire company because no one can deny the work that I put day in and day out. I came into this competition as a nobody – as someone who was classified as a loon, Chuck Scene’s own punching bag and someone who was completely mentally unstable. Yet, here I am, Maddie – I am the top Vixen from Block A and B and the only one who actually seems like she has a shot of winning this thing. Look at the scoreboard you walking light post, there’s no way that you’re going to one-up me in our match. I’ve gone against the best such as Cailin Dillion and Raven Lee, however even though the odds were against me I still prevailed.  This match is no different. I’m sorry to burst your bubble, but my record is going to be 6-0, and it will continue to be 7-0, 8-0, 9-0 UNTIL I HAVE THAT EMPRESS OF ELITE CROWN PLACED ON MY FUCKING HEAD. You can go ahead and call me a weirdo, bitch or whatever type of insult your little brain can generate, but there’s one thing you can’t call me and that’s A LOSER. A loser in this case would be someone who can’t accept that she can’t win them all. Sure, I’ve taken my beatings in this company, but I’ve also been realistic about it. You, on the other hand, lost to Raven Lee and decide to call it a fluke win. Really, Maddie? You’re going to go ahead and take that route instead of owning up to your horrific mistakes? See, even though I hear voices in the middle of the night (Which, I think it’s just HBG because sometimes she just won’t shut up, crazy gal that she is) even though I may occasionally hallucinate because I don’t take my medications on time, I AM STILL IN A BETTER MENTAL STATE THAN YOU WILL EVER BE. Hurts, doesn’t it?
 
Eris takes out her trusty HBG from her pocket and begins to speak to it.
 
Eris: Oh, so HBG, you know I was watching Maddie’s little video and I just have a few questions. You’re an intellectual, beautiful woman so I’m sure you can help me out. What exactly does this Neanderthal mean by “But now I get my chance as the leader, it’s only begun”? I can’t comprehend beyond “Chance as a leader” because it’s something that could never physically happen, so my brain is all scrambled up! (Eris laughs as she tucks HBG away.)Well, excuse me retarded version of Shakespeare, but there is no way in hell that you’re going to be the face of this division. The Vixen that should be the spokesperson for the Vixens division should be someone who is skilled in the ring as well as on the mic. Someone takes pride in what she does and can generate a sentence that doesn’t just have the word “bitch” splattered all over it. You really think that you, Maddie Kaline, in the state that you’re in, can be the leader amongst of us all? HA! And you’re saying that I need a reality check? No, honey – YOU’RE THE ONE who’s going to need a reality check because as of right now you’re in your own little world and you think that you’re untouchable. God damn, I can’t wait to grab you by your putrid red hair and slam your cosmetically enhanced face on that mat. You have a big mouth, Maddie, and I can’t wait to shove your useless threats in it.
 
Eris leans back in her chair and brushes her long, luscious brown hair off of her shoulders.
 
Eris: Although, I have to admit – Making poems sure seems like a lot of fun! Let me try a whack at this…
 
Maddie Kaline, I’m going to give you some life advice
And the first step is to quit EAW and turn into a dyke
Although, scratch that you’re not really my type.
I don’t think you’re destined to be the best,
Because you’re just a sore loser like all of the rest.
Sorry, but success is not near.
Because I am the Empress of Elite,
The future Champ is here.
 

Eris grins from ear to ear as the camera slowly fades to black.

The scene begins with an overview look on the city of Atlanta, Georgia. A montage of clips featuring Atlanta’s beautiful scenery is featured – Neighborhood children playing with one another outside, people walking their dogs as the sun slowly sets. Finally, the camera shows Eris LeCava sitting on a table in a neighborhood park. Small children are running around on a playground and rolling on the fresh, green grass. The wind is blowing as Eris’ hair goes all over her face – she smiles and tucks loose strands behind her ear. She begins writing on what seems to be a diary.

“Dear diary,

Today has been a fascinating day! The other night I finally got to wrestle with that stupid fucking bitch EAW’s own, Raven Lee! The match was pretty intense – and I mean, PRETTY INTENSE. She almost broke her neck, ha! What a moron! while attempting a suicide dive! I can’t believe the intensity she brought to the ring as we fought in that squared circle. I was left baffled as I saw her work her true athletic ability. Even though I was kind of mean before our match started, I was still very impressed! I hope she doesn’t think I hate her or anything, not that I care, of course. Anyway, I finally flew in from Atlanta last night. It’s pretty tough to get your stuff together ready for a flight after you’ve kicked some major ass after you’ve put an incredibly match for the EAW Universe. I was still recovering but I think I managed to pull through. By the way, in case you’re wondering, diary, I’m beginning to write because my therapist told me that it is a great way to release any sort of stress or anger that I have building up in my system. So far I’m doing a pretty dandy job! Yep! Nothing but positivity around here in this journal! Oh! I forgot to mention, earlier in the week I went to see my idol, The HeartBreakGal, speak to a live crowd! Ugh, I had to control myself and not punch the bitch to the left of me since she was booing as if she saw Hitler in his own flesh and blood, but I overall had a great time! Hearing her words was truly inspiring – touching, even. It was mesmerizing as she stood up there with such class and dignity. As wind blew in her hair and she strutted in the ring, I was completely left in awe. It gave me the strength to continue this journey that I’ve somehow plugged myself in. I’m so far undefeated in the Empress of Elite and I don’t see myself going 5-1.

I’m going to finish this tournament strong and finally my name will be in the lights. One day, I’m going to be in Pain for Pride and not sit behind a television screen cheering for some cum dumpster the champ. Next time Pain for Pride comes around, I’LL be the champ and someone else will be the loon cheering for me in the sidelines. Before that idea comes to life, I have to get through my next opponent – the infamous, the respected, the feared- Maddie. God, every time I look at my box full of EAW Vixen merch, I get a bit sad. I get sad because I see old action figures of the old Maddie – you know, the Maddie that danced in the ring after winning a match; the Maddie that would offer a homeless person the shirt off her back; the Maddie that would actually thank the person who she had to fuck in order to get into the Pain for Pride match. It’s very disturbing to see how petty an individual can get. There’s no reason to completely turn on your morals and the way you were brought up just because you didn’t get your way. She needs to learn that things happen for a reason and to stop being such a brat! Maddie needs to realize that no amount of poems will get her where she wants to be. If she wants to be the best then she has to beat the best, and so far as the leading Vixen in the tournament I AM THE BEST. I have 15 points while the other pathetic goblins have less. My points stand for the work I’ve been putting in for the past month. My points represent how seriously I take this tournament. My points represent that I’m a woman of my word – If I say I’m going to do something, I fucking do it. Okay, breathe, Eris. Breathe. Oh well, I shouldn’t let past actions get to me. I guess I’ll just wait for whatever bullshit comes out of her mouth and go on from there. Man, it’s pretty windy today! Okay, there’s a creepy homeless guy staring at me – w-wait, what? Is that Franchise Demon from the future? Hmph, who knows.

Sincerely yours,

Eris LeCava”

Eris closes her notebook and tucks it into her jacket. She gathers her bag as she begins to walk away. The camera then fades to black.

((The following takes place two weeks prior to this very date in the home office of Jerrod Kaine, though he is nowhere in sight the menacing Hades is however seated behind his mahogany desk skimming through documents of some kind when he walked in.))

Kaine:  “Hades?  What are you doing in here?”

Hades:  “What, I can’t pay a visit to my manager and best bud?  What’s wrong, I traveled this far to see you and you don’t even look happy to see me, I mean that was a long ass flight brother, the least you could do is crack a smile.“  ((He rises from the seat to approach Jerrod.))  ”Now come on show us some teeth.”

Kaine:  “It’s not that I’m unhappy to see you…it’s just…shocked that you’re here is all.  How did you know where I stay and how did you even get pass my dog?  Speaking of which, where is my dog?”  ((Whistles.))  “Killer…come here girl!”

Hades:  “You mean the Pomeranian?  That’s your idea of a guard dog?”  ((He says with a light chuckle as he retreats back toward the desk, sitting on its corner edge.))  “Jesus Kaine, one would think that with all the money you’re making off of me you could afford to hire better security.  But I’m sure she’s around here somewhere…in the yard burying a bone…wedged between the pavement and the wheel of my Harley Davidson…in the bathroom choking on rat poisoning…you know how dogs can be.”

Kaine:  “You sick son of a bitch—WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY DOG?!?”

Hades:  “I think you should be worrying less about your mutt and more about Jerrod Kaine, because your time is almost up.”

Kaine:  “What are you talking about?”

Hades:  “You really don’t remember?  Think back five months ago today, around the time when you and I first met; the day we struck a deal that ultimately led to me signing a six month development contract..”

((A wide-eyed expression appears on Jerrod’s face.))

Kaine:  “The contract…it expires next month.”

Hades:  “EXACTLY!  I specifically remember you promising me a marquee match at Pain for Pride against anyone I wanted, an upgrade to a five star hotel as opposed to the three star I’m always stuck in, a quarter million dollar raise, not to mention an opportunity for the World Championship; forgive me if I fail to list everything you promised me, it’s just that I’m too overwhelmed with emotion and the thought of ripping your spine clean from your asshole because you promised me a whole lot of shit and I haven’t seen a trace of it yet.  So what’s taking you so long?”

((As Hades expression grew more aggressive and focused on Jerrod, he’d begin to stalk him around the room like a wild animal on the hunt for its next victim.  But Jerrod wasn’t planning on being lunch today, so each step he took toward him, Jerrod would take two in another direction.))

Kaine:  “These things take time Hades…and give me some credit; I came through on some things.”

Hades:  “Yeah?  Name them.”

Kaine:  “I got you a marquee match at Pain for Pride.”

Hades:  “True, but that’s not the match I requested.  You know I wanted a match with the Heart Break Boy; I didn’t care for Lucian Black or Norman Hellion.  Strike One.”

Kaine:  “What about the World Championship match you had against Xavier Williams a month ago, I came through for you there didn’t I?”

Hades:  “You didn’t do a damned thing; I set that match up!  I came out, offered the challenge, and he accepted.  You, like you were in recent weeks, were nowhere to be found.  I’m beginning to sense somewhat of a pattern there.  You’re never around for any of my matches anymore unless they have to do with something important.  Strike Two.”

Kaine:  “Okay I guess you got me there, and I’m sorry about that.  I’ve just been having some personal issues as of late—which I understand, is no kind of excuse, I take full responsibility for all that has or in this case hasn’t happened for you.  And if nothing else, at least I got you in league with the most powerful man in the company.”

Hades:  “I guess you have a point there; that seems to be the only thing you’ve managed to do that hasn’t blown up in my face.”

Kaine:  “Listen Hades, I know I haven’t been the best Manager, but I am trying.  Just give me a little more time.”

((Jerrod reaches into a file on his desk and presents Hades with another contract.))

Hades:  “You want me to re-sign for another six months, that’s your solution?”  ((Hades slams the contract on the desk, approaching Jerrod in a threatening manner once again.))  “You must think I’m crazy.  What can you do in an additional six months than you couldn’t in the last five?  Let us play around with this idea, say I did sign it, what do I get out of this?”

Kaine:  “You get my word that I will do whatever it takes to get you where you need to be.”

Hades:  “Your word means nothing to me anymore.  I’m not giving you another six months to sit on your ass, raking in another undeserved penny of my money; you got until October, if there isn’t any progress in my career, then you’ll have to seek employment elsewhere because I’ve had just about enough of you.”

((The Hellraiser proceeds out of the Office, allowing the threatening tone of his words to linger throughout the area.  The expression of worry was painted vividly on Jerrod’s face for the first time, worry that he may not be able to fulfill the commitment he’s made to his only client.  The next scene though occurs post Voltage.  Hades was in the process of leaving the arena and heading towards the parking lot when he was stopped by Flannery McCoy.))

McCoy:  “Excuse me Hades, I know you’re well on your way home right now so I’ll try to be brief, but I’m just curious to know how long you expect your alliance with Scott Oasis is going to last?  The two of you were enemies at a point in time, and you mean to tell me that now all is forgiven?”

Hades:  “That’s exactly what it should tell you.  You see, he and I aren’t as petty and immature as the rest of the boys that traipse up and down these halls.  We when’s the time to fight and when’s the time to put our swords down and take care of business.  At the end of the day our back and forth over who ran Show-Down is nothing compared to what’s really at stake here; and that’s the EAW as we know it.  If we fall to Dynasty this empire – that we often times take for granted – which was established off the success of CM Ronn, HRDO, and the rest will crumble along with us.  Brian Daniels, Devan Dubian, and Hurricane Hawk may be willing to risk it for their personal altercations, but I’m not.  The army is still in the development stages; weeding out the weak from the strong, and I have my eyes on another prospect whom I’d love to recruit.”

McCoy:  “May I ask who?”

Hades:  “I’m not at liberty to discuss it at this time until something concrete comes about, but I’ll keep you posted if anything comes up.  Now are we done here?”

McCoy:  “Just one more question: next week you and Scott Oasis will be competing in your first tag team match together against Hurricane Hawk and Psycho Brody, how do you think you’ll fair against them?”  ((Hades doesn’t say a word, he just smiles and chuckles aloud to himself.))  “Well judging by your smirk, I would say that you aren’t that worried about them at all.”

Hades:  “Hey don’t get me wrong, separately they’re two decent competitors, but together…yikes.  I mean nitroglycerin and peroxide are two powerful chemicals too but I wouldn’t suggest putting them together.”

McCoy:  “How can you be so sure they won’t get along, look at your situation with Scott Oasis?”

Hades:  “Oasis and I are once bitter enemies from over two months ago turned allies who are faced with a force composed of nothing but rivals; and their wounds from battle are still lingering with that of a fresher aroma than ours.  So all I will be doing is biding my time, awaiting the opportunity for these massive egos to collide and they tear apart at each other.”

((Before Flannery could even thank Hades for his time, he was headed for the exit.))

V0LTAGE PR0M0 #1
 

Dr. Erik Vance:  If you are in an emotionally abusive relationship, it will be difficult but not impossible for you to reclaim your personal power. Of course, doing so will be confrontational to the person who is so aggressively trying to rob you of it. While you may simply remove yourself from the relationship and avoid confrontation altogether, you'll likely want to make an attempt at changing the relationship first. This is one of the first lessons I try to teach any of my patients who suffer from abuse of any kind, physical or psychological.  It saddens me to hear of someone who has suffered abuse in their past, but it saddens me more to see it happening in a person's present!  It has become quite clear to me that the relationship between EAW and Mr. Brody has become increasingly more and more abusive as time goes by.  It has all the hallmarks, such as demeaning and humiliation of the victim (i.e. Mr. Brody), excluding him from such events as Pain For Pride, and the list goes on and on.  There are two things we must understand about abusive relationships.  Firstly is that abusive relationships are fairly simple. They are driven by insecurity, fear that feeds that insecurity and an expectation of inconsistency, both real and perceived.  An abuser is morbidly insecure.  They  have little sense of his/her own social value and makes an effort to gain or re-gain some semblance of that value through domination and control. The fear that feeds that insecurity has two fronts: fear of not being lovable, and fear of appearing weak. The paradox here is that the abuser is, in fact, weak, which is why they abuse… to maintain a sense of control in the first place.  So it is important for Brody to understand that your abuse of him does not make you better than him.  Quite the opposite in fact.  By abusing him constantly, you hope to make him weak like him.  But I have revealed the truth to him!  He knows now that he is the strongest of you all, made even more apparent by his actions last week!  You all say he is not someone to fear, that his in-ring record of late makes him an easy target.  But this belief did not protect Brian Daniels, the World Champion you all adore, or Hurricane Hawk, the legend you all respect!  And it won't protect Scott Oasis or Hades!  Wins, loses, none of that really matters in the end.  The only thing that does matter is when it matters most, can you get the job done!  And Mr. Brody certainly got the job done last week.  He made those two men look like his (how do you ignorant put it?) bee-yatch!  So if Brody is such a “loser” what does that make these two?  But of course, EAW being full of hypocrisy, nobody will really care about this.  Which brings us to the second point we need to understand about abusive relationships.  The most important thing is HOW the victim deals with that abuse.  Now Mr. Brody could decide to avoid confrontation or perhaps even leave EAW.  But as I advised him, that would mean the abusers would win, and set up the possibility for them to abuse others in the future.  So they only way to truly end it would be to do what I said at the beginning...reclaim the personal power!  The attack you witnessed on Brian Daniels and Hurricane Hawk may have seemed unprovoked to many of you, and indeed it was!  But that was simply Brody doing what he could to reclaim the power back from EAW!  Brody will become the abuser!  He will make all of you feel humiliated!  He will make you all feel powerless!  And it doesn't matter if it's inside of a ring or not!  He'll attack you anytime, anywhere, until you all acknowledge how terrifying he truly is!  EAW has OFFICIALLY become Elite ASYLUM Wrestling, with all of you as the inmates and Mr. Brody as the warden!  Start looking over your shoulder and walking with backup, because anywhere all of you walk, you're trapped in a cage with a Mad Beast!  Blood will run through the halls and the ring, and all of it will be righteous!  Brody has been the victim for too long.  Now, YOU become the victim!      

EXCLUSIVE: Moments after Battleground goes off the air, the cameras continue to roll as The Franchise Demon has some words about Ken Stark's announcement that he will take on Diamond Cage next week. The Franchise Demon is trying to catch his breath from his match with Psycho Brody as he grabs a microphone from ringside and goes into the middle of the ring.

FD: The king...has taken his throne. I AM NOW THE KING OF BATTLEGROUND, Ken Stark I wanted to celebrate my victory tonight by defeating Psycho Brody. Psycho Brody felt the pain but I have no problem with defending my royalty kingdom next week on Battleground. But Ken Stark....Diamond Cage? DIAMOND CAGE??? Why in the blue hell would you book me in a match against Diamond Cage? I kidnapped him a while back and now months later he finally wants his revenge? You know what Ken Stark...I'm actually fine with that. I will defend my kingdom of Battleground and send Diamond Cage back to the graveyard. I will gladly think back to my past and find the anger of the day my parents got murdered....spending all those years in day care...starting my adult life on my own. I will gladly find that inner anger in my body to let out the demon in me once again. Diamond Cage will once again stare his eyes into the dragon because I'm going to do Dark Demon a favor and take some meat off the bone for him. I've had one of the biggest matches in my career the past week or two, last week against the Hall of Fame Champion - Dark Demon, tonight against Psycho Brody, and next week against Diamond Cage. The former EAW World Champion is going to have the same result when I started this thing and the headline will read after Battleground next week...The Franchise Demon kicks Diamond Cage's ass and puts him in a body bag. ...The dark clouds look familiar Mr. Cage...?

So Eclipse, I guess that little ambush you tried on me didn't work out the way you thought did it? That's right, the second I fought back, you ran away like a little pussy ass bitch. You couldn't beat up a man who's leg you damn near broke the week before, and you expect to be taken seriously as an intimidating force in EAW? That's a good laugh if I ever heard one.


However Eclipse, the two of us are going to have to work together if we're going to come out on the victorious side this Sunday night. You see, the powers that be in EAW have seen fit to put the two of us together in a tag team match, against Gabriel Eden and Masohiro. Two guys who I honestly don't know all that much. I mean, Masohiro hasn't really said much of anything since he got here, and I haven't had the chance to face off against Gabriel Eden yet, but he seems like an okay guy, someone who doesn't let bullshit go on without putting up a fight.


However, while I'll treat the two of them with as much caution as I would any other opponent, the man that I'm worried about, is Eclipse Diemos. Eclipse, I can promise you this right now. If you try to ambush me again at anytime, before or after the match, you will deeply, deeply regret it. I'll kick your ass so bad you'll have to take your shirt off to take a shit. Bad leg or not, I will out you through a world of pain you can't even begin to imagine, and your little crusade about “destroying the false heroes” or whatever, will come to a swift end.

[At a HOUSE SHOW - Somewhere in San Diego, California. Recorded and posted in the EAW Network website. This promo assumes SD hasn't happened yet.]

["Carousel" by Melanie Martinez plays as The Heart Break Gal makes her way to the ring from the entrance ramp, wearing a red jacket, white pants and black boots. The Ring announcer, introduced her, with a small note in her hand, reading it as she speaks through the microphone:]






[Heart Break Gal's dark brown hair flowed behind her as she gracefully walked and slid in the ring. She was smiling ear to ear as she presents the Unified Tag Team Championship belt on her left shoulder, and Aren Mstislav's Pure Championship around her waist... The one she stole from the Voltage Main Event a few days ago, now property of HexaGun. She was bombarded by BOO's and camera pans to literally the only person cheering at ringside, EAW Vixen Eris Lecava... The boos in the crowd intensify as she was about to speak.]

Heart Break Gal: I wish to push all of the negativity aside and focus on what's MORE important here -- let us celebrate the fact that I am the best technical wrestler in the EAW because I now hold one of the Championships that symbolizes the filth of Elite Wrestling, the EAW PURE Championship.

[HBG laughs]

Heart Break Gal: Hexagun has stepped in Voltage. Hexagun went for the kill. And now Hexagun has taken their token to remind every dreadful soul in this company that we do as we please, that we are capable of taking anything we want and nothing can be done about it. Don't expect a formal apology any time soon, Aren Mstislav. I commend what you are trying to do, showing that brave-faced exterior... Stupid, but brave. I know it takes a strong backbone to announce your intentions to force your precious Pure Championship out of Hexa-Gun at Voltage night. You run inside that ring, grab a microphone and stand out there on your own to call out a group with six people in it, and STILL somehow expect to be taken seriously and not get thoroughly beaten down in a similar fashion to what you and Liam endured a week before. But hey, maybe this Aren that we're facing will be different. Maybe he'll venture a different route and hire his own personal reinforcements for insurance. Maybe he'll run to his lawyers and file a restraining order demanding how we should keep distance and not lay a finger on him under the false belief that we are afraid of a damn piece of paper. Or maybe he's going to try and take us out one by one and pray to his gods that he succeeds. Whatever the case, don't expect this Pure Championship around your waist in the near-future because who knows, maybe by the end of the week, I'll lose interest in this multi-million dollar belt and chuck it into the river without a second thought, never to be seen again. Maybe I'll paint some rainbows and smiles over it, or maybe I'll melt the gold to create my own crown.

Call us parasites, call us viruses, call us the incurable cancer that has plagued this company with an illness not even the strongest of medications can remedy. A bumbling idiot like Liam Catterson seems to think, underneath all his ramblings and illiteracy, that somehow, some way the Hexagun would actually listen to his whines and cries about the unfairness and injustice that's transpired, our means of collecting what we are owed, all along expressing his disgust where it concerns the fact that HexaGun saved the bored-to-death audience of the Voltage brand from witnessing the conclusion of a match, where, let's be honest, nobody even cares who would have won. You were trampled over and fell victim to us, and frankly it's the least of our concern whether or not you want to cry and whine about how you've been screwed over, or whether you'd prefer to do what's right and submit to your masters and give up on your little vengeance scheme. Carry on with the next match, Liam, leave us be and accept that this is only a sacrificial act, and you've done your part. You were doomed to lose anyway. You weren't even certain that you were going to walk out the champion, something you've been unable to call yourself for ages, and instead of thanking us for saving you from yet another defeat and sparing you that embarrassment, instead of praising HexaGun for their greatest efforts and continuing success in extending their dominance on every part of EAW, you chose to ridicule us and treat us like we are the problem in this situation. And I don't blame you, Liam. I don't blame those who have the same mindset as you, who are too narrow-minded to take a gander at the bigger picture and see the immense impact HexaGun has made in EAW. People seem to think that we have been running around this company to spread gasoline and light our matches and watch it burn in the same vein the despicable Zack Crash has. But our purpose extends so much further than that -- we are here to cleanse and purge EAW from the unwanted filth of its misguided, bland rules, and turn it into a merciless environment one would be proud to call his temple for combat. But before that happens, this crumbling land must endure a rigorous downfall, one remembered in history, in order for it to rise back up and become a stronger, infallible empire, led by an equally strong, suitable leader.

[Howlin' in the Woods - The Crooked plays, spotlight flashes on the entrance ramp as Y2Impact is seen walking towards the ring wearing a black jacket with little lights on it and jeans. He has the Unified Tag Team title on his left shoulder. The crowd has mixed reactions upon his arrival. The ring announcer from ringside introduced Y2Impact next. ]






[Y2Impact walks up the ring steps, and upon stepping in the ring, he was handed a microphone from the crew. He grabs it and comes face to face with HBG, as if having a beef with her, she only responds with a sweet smile. He starts to speak in his smooth voice, as if addressing his opponent.]

Y2Impact: I don't get this. I just don't get why you get to hold the PURE Championship, and not the Quintessential Champion, the Four-Quadrant Killer. You handed it to me, and now you're wearing it instead. What's going on, Heart Break Gal?

Heart Break Gal: Well, you're a six-time world Champion, Y2Impact. It's not like you need it. Plus, you gotta admit, it looks nice on me...

[Y2Impact smiles at her.]

Y2Impact: Fair enough.

[Y2Impact gazed to the crowd with a smirk on his face before he starts to speak.]

Y2Impact: Victory is fleeting, and that feeling of euphoria eludes us just as swiftly as it arrived, but I believe who you become after the spotlight leaves your grasp is a stronger indicator than the jovial, happy-go-lucky image you portray after your hand is raised and you've narrowly escaped the heat of battle. Anybody can flap their gums about a victory; it doesn't require a rocket scientist to discern that, and naturally I've even been known to engage in a little post-match banter myself on the occasion... But this is only one aspect of my being, one block in a much larger, more expansive building that spans levels most people haven't reached. Losing challenges people in a way that exposes them and makes them vulnerable, but the vulnerability of what looms ahead can make you or break you as you recover from defeat. I'm never going to be defined by my losses, but I'll always use them to my advantage knowing it won't accomplish anything but to increase the size of that chip on my shoulder; the one that's remained there through countless championship wins and seemingly never leaves because I'm always compelled beyond doubt knowing that I have something to prove, a quality that separates me from all these Johnny-come-lately doppelgangers and posers trying to adapt to my "Win Forever" philosophy yet woefully incapable of executing it.  By defeating me on Voltage two weeks ago, Aren Mstislav effectively unearthed a land mine. One false step, and it's all over for the uncrowned Mstislav! His entire world will be devoured by a fiery explosion, and I can't possibly articulate how gratifying it will be to witness the pageantry of those fireworks as everything he's strived to earn crumbles beneath him.

Our encounter on Voltage two weeks ago certainly won't be our last battle, but it will open the floodgates for an unimaginable world of punishment in store for Aren. Part of that was taking his Pure Championship, his prized possession that he pretends to covet as if it were a World Championship while secretly craving something greater and lamenting the moment he let his biggest opportunity escape him. What now? I've taken his Pure Championship, I've robbed him of his dignity, I've shattered his pride, and I have succeeded in defeat where most fail even in victory -- he won the match and I subsequently proceeded to expose him as a fraud, to lure the coward lurking within him out of hiding, to provide the audience that adores him and sings his praises with an insight that makes them question who they're really rooting for when he strolls down to the ring. Aren Mstislav made the grave mistake of believing I'd go down quietly and accept a loss; amusing, but it's remarkable to observe someone's armor of invincibility deteriorate as layer by layer slowly rots away until i put the finishing touches on this plan and execute the all-empowering decisive blow that makes everything come undone. I've released Aren from his prison and forced him to hatch from that protective shell, and now the problem is exactly what I foretold! He hasn't the faintest idea how to navigate, where to venture to, and despite the fact he managed to defeat me by some stroke of luck, a wise man would sooner hold his breath and wait for millions of dollars to fall in his lap before he predicted me losing to Aren again. Sometimes, the impossible happens and it awards even the most pessimistic, surly people with a glimmer of hope. Everyone's excitement was palpable when Aren defeated me, himself notwithstanding; the men envied him, the women adored him, and he was the monarch of his own little miniature Kingdom for a moment there. And now, through always maintaining a relentless pursuit of a competitive edge, I've deprived Aren of what he holds dear and all those raucous, lively fans that excitedly screamed for him in victory are quieter than a mouse! Imagine that. How quickly people go from singing your praises to pretending you don't exist, right? Mstislav is experiencing the aftereffects of his willful ignorance, mistakenly assuming that the fans would always be in his corner simply because they cheered when he won. People are magnetized to winners, Aren! There's not an inkling of doubt that everyone would root for you again if you reclaimed this Pure Championship, but it isn't because they like Aren Mstislav. It's certainly not because they appreciate him, I'll tell you that! Whether it's Aren, Liam Catterson, so on and so forth... Throughout the seas of time, morals have always taken a backseat to victory, and the land of extreme is no different! It perpetuates that ideology, but thankfully, I see through that facade and I have instead chosen to place my confidences in my partner as opposed to a crowd of fickle fans who, like Aren, can't possibly comprehend my ambitions.

The only question remaining is, what will I take from Aren next? Will I lull him to sleep and dissect him in his incapacitated state? The extent of the horrors I could unleash on Aren Mstislav know no bounds, but Hexa-gun's unyielding quest has never been centered around Mstislav. We exact our revenge as we see fit, but never waver or stray from the path we've set for ourselves. Aren Mstislav has one victory over me; that's one too many. I have a commitment to excellence and I don't tolerate losing, but setbacks befall even the most valorous of warriors and I'm the perfect example of that. I don't want to be an example! Rather, I aspire to create an example out of fools like Aren who don't understand their place. And it's funny, because from a distance, with this Pure Championship now in The Mercenaries' hand and possession being the all-important determining factor in the claim you stake to your valuables, I feel like I've already won! Fortunately, I'm of an entirely different breed than Aren and I'm not stupid enough to believe this battle is over; in fact, it has only just begun. The difference is that I'm operating the controls now, I'm paving the way for a world of tragedy and misfortune to surround Aren's every movement. He'll see me in his nightmares, he'll look in the mirror and berate himself for his inability to get a leg up on yours truly, he'll make himself breakfast and angrily smash his food in childlike frustration because I miraculously appear everywhere he goes. Aren Mstislav can't escape me just as EAW can't escape the collective wrath of Hexa-gun, and as I rent space in his head, what are my expectations of the reaction to this stormy uproar? A concession of defeat from everyone who opposes Hexa-gun... And that agony and hopelessness will mirror what everyone felt after Aren won in the opposite direction -- palpable despondency.

[Howlin' in the Woods - The Crooked plays again. Y2Impact and HBG hold hands as they make their exit, not looking back. End of Scene.]

SHOWDOWN PROMO I
Watch Your Tongues.


(The scene begins as Troy Archello is seen in his locker room, listening to music and laughing to himself.  He turns around and heads towards the camera, with a serious look on his face.)
 
Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. 
 
Many have tried to make me look like an absolute fool since my unexpected comeback in EAW, but I’ve shut them down EVERY SINGLE WEEK.  I can’t beat Pyscho Brody?  I BEAT HIM.  I won’t be back on Showdown?  I’M RIGHT HERE BABY.  I’ll be losing by the time I came back to Showdown?  Look at my match from last week and be the judge.  I have defied the odds and taken down each of my opponents while showcasing the variety of tools in my arsenal.  I go into arenas day in and night out, proud of what I’m doing in that ring.  I don’t care if you’re with me or you’re against me, you can’t deny the abilities and talents that I have.  I haven’t always been this man, though.  I’ve had to go through months and years full of sweat, blood, and throw up just to be as good as I am today.  Sure, I’ve failed at many points of my career and showed little progress as an EAW Wrestler, but you know what?  Those failures are what drive this Freak inside of me.  HE makes sure that I don’t fail and hit rock bottom.  HE makes sure that I go out of control.  HE makes sure that my opponents suffer for their words and actions.  This week, HE will guide me in my third match since my return to Showdown.  It will be the team of Diamond Cage and Troy Archello going up against Dark Demon and wait- The Mexican Samurai?  Really?
 
Diamond Cage.  I’ve seen you around before.  The funny part about it is that we’ve hardly interacted and hell, been tag team partners.  But this week changes that and as much as I don’t like to be in teams with other people, I am willing to see what you got.  We have many similarities and the ones that will be shown the most will be our craving for kicking ass and not giving a damn about anyone or anything in our ways.  You obviously have a lot of issues with Dark Demon and until a few days ago, I didn’t have an issue with the guy.  After some interaction, I can see why someone would want to tear his body, LIMB FROM LIMB, and feel no regret about it.  He wants to take you down and now, he plans to take me out too.  He glorifies himself as some hero, but in reality, he’s just some idiot trying to pick fights with everyone in sight.  Here’s the irony about that: He doesn’t even fight; he opens his mouth and goes on and on and on and on and on…..and on and on AND ON.  How about we show this guy a lesson and make sure he doesn’t dare try to say anything related to us again?  DC, I don’t care about what you’ve done or what you will do in this ring tomorrow night, but all I need from you is cooperation and willingness to fight and lay it all on the line.  I know you expect this from me, but I expect the best out of a veteran like you.  I am ready to fight, but my question to you, Cage, is…Are you ready to fight?  ARE YOU READY TO PUT YOUR BODY AND SMALL AMOUNT OF SANITY ON THE LINE?  BECAUSE IF YOU ARE, YOU BETTER BE READY FOR THE RIDE OF YOUR LIFE, PAL.  WE ARE GOING TO PROVE TO EVERYONE WHY THEY CALL ME THE FREAK AND WHY YOU’RE INSANE IN THAT SQUARED CIRCLE. 
 
The Mexican Samurai.  You’ve been really left out of this whole conversation, haven’t you?  You see, I’m only focused on the person leading this cause and not his sidekick.  You don’t know me?  Oh, let me introduce myself to you.  I am the man who will make your life a miserable hell Tuesday Night, a former AWF Pure Champion, and the one and only Freak in this business today, TROY ARCHELLO…Wait a minute…you say that you have no idea of who I am, then you say that you’ve seen some of matches before?  Now that is what I call a total jackass, ladies and gentlemen.  The match that you referenced was the GREAT match between Pyscho Brody and me, and then you said you found it to be a “horrible match”.  That’s a lot coming from the guy who was being a bum backstage and too focused on kissing Dark Demon’s ass the whole night.  I was actually doing the wrestling so people like YOU can get your paychecks and so that these fans can get a quality match between some of the best guys this company has to offer.  I am what you aren’t: I’m talented and I don’t need to depend on another guy so I can get some exposure on EAW; I only carry and depend on myself.  You know this very well, and as much as you don’t want to admit it, you know that I’m better than you at everything that you do in this ring.  And how do you respond to statements like this?  You complain about not being given chances while Pizza Boy gets “All the Chances”.  Here’s a similarity that you have with your partner: Both of you don’t shut the hell up and do something about not getting chances.  The only way you’ll ever be successful in this company is if you do that.  Sadly, the stubborn never learn and this Tuesday will be quite a treat when I beat you and Dark Demon up to the point where your faces won’t be recognizable. 
 
Finally, we have the man of the hour; the big boy on the block, Dark Demon.  You had some harsh words to say about me and how you would’ve dominated the scene had you joined AWF at its prime.  Now, is that all you know about me?  You have a lot of guts saying that you would’ve beaten a man who constantly proved his critics wrong.  You’re not the first person to call me a nobody and you won’t be the last person.  Here’s how a match between you and I in AWF would’ve gone: I would’ve fought with all my will and my might, and I would’ve come out on top.  In EAW, the same thing will be happening, but both of will have partners on our sides.  You may have this issue with Diamond Cage and ignore me, but all that I can tell you is that I’m going to make sure that we have an issue by the time this match starts.  I’m not a joke, “dude”.  I am a man who will break you mentally and physically, leave you full of blood and pee, and spit in your face afterwards.  You have every right to not be afraid of me, but judging a book by its cover is a very stupid idea.  I’m ready to fight and all I’m waiting for is for our match tomorrow night to get this anger and thoughts of torture out of my system.  I want to get those thoughts of tearing heads apart and beating people senselessly and just let them loose.  That’s the thing about HIM; HE doesn’t care about safety of people.  This Tuesday Night will be the releasing of this monster from its cage and revealing the true me.  I can talk here all I want, but when I get in that ring, I will be able to back up these verses of confidence and agony.  Be prepared for your passing.  Memento Mori. Don’t forget that our lives are only temporary and that soon we will all pass on to the other side. 
 
(Archello shoves the camera guy out of his locker room and shuts the door on him.  He begins to walk away, but stops and opens the door to say one last word.)
 

JUSTICE.

Oh my god! Rhaegar is going to try and inflict pain on the helpless and exploitable Heart Break Gal! He wants to show me what being a fighter truly is! He wants to fight this battle like a true Gladiator from Greece while I do nothing but watch him immerse himself in his delusion and become fully possessed....

BY THE POWER OF ZEUS!

HELP ME! SAVE ME! IM SHAKING IN MY BOOTS! MY LIFE IS SLIPPIN' AWAY!

I am so happy that you have finally responded after such a long wait, I guess you're just one of those people who try to bide their time, thinking of the various methods you should question where I stand in this company, when you end up feeling directionless and fresh out of ideas. How does one even become a Rhaegar? How does one develop the bravery and brazenness to denounce fighters who are more skilled than he, how does the process of creating and molding a man who is willing to fight against the injustice of this company that doesn't give an ounce of shit about him to begin with, yet somehow still manages to come across looking like he's hobbling from a trainwreck? I guess that's what happens when you try to turn the situation, discard every accusation targeted against you while skirting around it to save face, and throw them back at me. It's a classic move, too bad there is absolutely nothing you can think of to support your unfounded claims because you know I've been completely transparent and nothing I said was even remotely hypocritical. I believe in success being bred through maintaining a consistent philosophy, and if I were like you or Zack Crash, maybe I'd turn rogue and abandon the beliefs I uphold... But I'm not. What do you even think of yourself? Do you believe that you're a saint? Do you think that you're someone who people would look up to because he gives the impression of being an honorable person who convinces all these faces in the crowd that gold and championships mean absolutely nothing? In that case, maybe you're the one who should just tuck your tail between your legs and take the nearest exit home... Because when you step in the ring in EXTREME Answers Wrestling, winning gold should be paramount, claiming championships should be a priority, and making history should be everyone's goal. And if you don't have that mentality, you'd just be another piece of garbage, another fly on the wall, a nobody who is mediocre at everything and stands out at nothing, someone who used to compete in that ring but never really amounted to anything, as if you'd actually amount to something to begin with. People don't respect honor. They don't respect anyone's fight against injustice, and whatever vanity compels you to believe your ambitions will somehow be perceived differently than others, I don't know... But I know justice is dictated and determined by the winners; and I know that's exactly what I'm going to be on Showdown. People respect dominance and power. They respect courage and the will to make an impact that no one else ever has. And the sooner you wake up from your deep slumber that lead you to this fantasy dream world where everything is sunshine and candies, the sooner you'll realize that your beliefs in putting injustice out of the way doesn't really mean anything if you deal with different kinds of devils on a daily basis. That includes HexaGun. That includes Zack Crash.

Now let's talk about this horrendous idea that you've developed in your mind. The thought that an established, accomplished, esteemed "legend" like myself should actually be listening to a single bit of useless advice from a damn rookie like you.

It gives me a migraine to think about how you push this idea that I don't really know what I've gotten myself into when I, with my partner Y2Impact, formed HexaGun. Are you stupid, Rhaegar? Are you blind? I am nothing like you. I wasn't just randomly approached by a bigshot chairman and subsequently offered opportunities and championships on a silver platter to gain my allegiances. I didn't need convincing because this is MY team. The Mercenaries are behind this alliance, we are the two architects behind the HexaGun schemes. I did not align myself with HexaGun... I AM HexaGun. Each and every member of this team would give their all for the sake of rising from the ground, building ourselves up and ultimately becoming an indestructable force ready to take down those in our paths. I don't have to be paranoid about any possible betrayal. I needn't call them out and warn them about how I'll be ruining their lives if they don't fulfill their part, because I know that they are solid and upstanding people as well as wrestlers who would do anything, who would sacrifice their safety and well-being if it leads us one step closer to our ultimate goal. Underestimating me or Hexagun is useless and futile, Rhaegar, for I am a fearless individual. Nothing can strike fear into me, there's absolutely no fear in my heart. You can try to build up some confidence and mentally prepare yourself in hopes that you don't get further humiliated, but it's just no use, Rhaegar. You will never be my superior and there's no way in hell you can pose as a legitimate threat to me.

After your arrival in EAW, which wasn't even six months ago, you've been nothing more than a run-of-the-mill performer who painted his face and wore eyeliner, talking about how you're going to make your home country proud. That's how the fans see you, and no matter how many incantations and chants you do in the name your imaginary Greek gods, there is no denying that even then, nobody thinks you're anything unique or important. Nobody gave you any shoutouts, exalted, or praised you in any form. My ears never caught wind of any discussion about Rhaegar The Great, and it's because none of them consider you important or relevant enough to talk up. Basically you are an easily replaceable, expendable piece of shit who thinks he does a good deed by attempting to intimidate his foes, yet doesn't understand subjects he brings up himself. I don't get it Rhaegar. How do you talk badly of Extreme Rules wrestling? I have never even seen you in such a situation in EAW... And if you've been in one, then obviously it was nothing noteworthy everyone would be talking about for months. How do you even judge how it helps this company, and make things enjoyable for us competitors? How do you even question how I know so much about it, and even get the nerve to ask me what I've done? You couldn't possibly quantify those factors, so instead you've chosen to fight a losing battle and make a bunch of mistaken claims pulled directly from your derriere. I wrestled in this company before you even aspired to become a wrestler. I won three Vixens Championships under extreme circumstances before you even discovered that there was a growing company like EAW. Even when I took an indefinite break from the wrestling ring, I stayed loyal and dedicated, and agreed to be a part of the commentary team. I couldn't keep away. I never allowed the door to close on me completely because I know I've missed the action and that's why I returned. NEVER EVER tell me what I know and don't know about the very company I was inducted into the Hall of Fame of, because then you'd only be making a fool of yourself. I yearn and long for extreme. Extreme is freedom. There is no denying that. And I'll make sure you know what it truly means at Showdown.

The scene begins in an eerie setting. A white, lit room with padded walls is showcased with yellow splatters soaked beneath the padding. The aroma of vomit and urine is emitting throughout the entire room. There is no furniture or anything in sight, only a large, rusty metal door. The camera begins to shift to one of the corners and it shows a brown-haired six year old. The girl has two short pigtails sticking out of her young head, tied with a pink elastic rubber band. She is wearing a white gown with a pattern of small red hearts. The girl is sitting in the corner with her knees propped up against her small ribcage. She has her elbows resting on her knees as she lays her face on her delicate palms. Faint sobbing is now heard as the young girl begins to speak.
 
Girl: Why am I here? I just want to go home. I don’t need this. I DON’T NEED THIS!
 
The girl’s voice begins to escalate as she gives out a loud scream. She begins to kick her feet and repeatedly pound her fists on the soft walls. Suddenly, the large metal door begins to open and a young man with short blond hair walks in. He is carrying a tray and kneels down to the girl’s height.
 
Guy: Hey there, Eris! I have your daily “vitamins” waiting for you! Wow, you look great this morning. Did you have sweet dreams of fluffy baby bunnies frolicking through clouds? Man, I sure hope you did! Now, if you could please just…sit down…
 
The man, speaking in a giddy tone, begins to seat young Eris down, however she refuses to cooperate. She begins to kick her feet maniacally as she runs around the room shouting for her mother. Frustrated, the man stands up and grabs Eris by her shoulders.
 
Guy: (While whispering.) Listen here you little shit, take your fucking pills or else I’m going to stuff you into that jacket again! Fucking Christ, I don’t know why your parents didn’t just abort you; I wouldn’t have to be dealing with you every fucking day. Are you going to sit down and behave, you little fucking inbred?
 
Eris’ big brown eyes begin to water as the man begins to reach for the medication. He grabs the large, white pill and begins to insert it in Eris’ mouth. Eris, out of nowhere, snaps and bites the man’s finger. He begins to shriek as he attempts to remove his finger from Eris’ claws. He finally succeeds and begins to swear loudly.
 
Guy: MOTHER FUCK! Oh, fucking shit! Just watch you fucking twat!
 
The man stomps away as Eris is left alone in the room. The man is heard shouting from the following room as Eris begins to pant. Breathing heavily, she covers her ears with her dirty little palms. Tears start to stream from her face as the opacity of the image begins to fade. The image turns completely white as it begins to fade to black once more. This time it shows Eris LeCava, the EAW phenomenon, lying in her bed. She is seen squirming as sweat falls from her temples. Finally, Eris awakes as she’s gasping for air. She sits up and begins to pant as she looks around her room. Still in disbelief, Eris finally realizes that the previous scenario was just a dream. She rubs the sweat from her forehead and sluggishly walks into her bathroom. She looks into the mirror and begins to speak.
 
Eris: That dream seemed so realistic, I felt as if I was really in that padded room. God, these bruises aren’t getting any better, either. I can’t show up to my match like this! I feel like such a wreck. Gosh, I feel like Haruna now after all this complaining. Ugh, I wonder why I keep dreaming that same scenario. The last time I was in that funny farm I was around the age of six or seven until my mom finally grew a brain and took me out of there. I still remember the day when my father told me I was going to visit my cousin Lou in Kentucky. Next thing I know I was being strapped on a table for “safety reasons” by an old geezer with clammy hands. Although, I’m afraid to admit that maybe Chuck and I can relate in some way. His right of living a free life was taken away and he was thrown into a cell to rot while I went through a similar situation. I feel like the reason why Chuck Scene is so obsessed with me is because I’m the only person that can relate to him. He has some mental instability while I, of course, have some issues of my own. I just don’t comprehend why he has to treat me the way that he does. I’m always open to lend a hand to any battered soul; he could’ve just asked if he wanted to play doctor! Ouch, my neck is still swollen, I wonder if I have to get this checked. (Eris begins to rub her neck.) And my eyeball still has red splotches on it. Is that normal? Siri, is that normal?
 
Eris turns her head and talks directly to her phone, which is cracked and unresponsive. Eris sighs and directs her attention to her mirror.
 
Eris: God, I have so many cuts on my face! Where did these even come from? Chuck is one monster, that’s for sure. It’s funny how Raven Lee describes herself as this menacing destroyer, yet compared to chuck she’s just a frantic little Chihuahua ready to tug on any shoe she can find. As much as it pains me to say; Chuck is frightening. He had no remorse throwing my body around that ring as if it were a sack of potatoes. He didn’t even budge when he turned my body around and saw my swollen eye and lip. He didn’t even wince at the thought that he caused me all that physical pain; that he made another human slowly deteriorate at his presence. Even though I’m suffering for, as he says “getting in his lane” I have to say that I’m intrigued. Before we got into the ring I thought of him as some other woman beater that obviously had to go get some medical attention. However, now I’m realizing that there’s more behind the menacing grin and the soulless eyes. Now I’m realizing that he has a more defying purpose, although I’m not exactly sure as to what that is. But I sure do want to know. I want to know, badly. God, I want to know!
 
Eris pounds her fist on her glass sink and a light crack is heard. Her mood then shifts abruptly as she runs her fingers through her hair.
 
Eris: What the hell am I saying? No, no! There is nothing lying behind that piece of shit, Chuck. He doesn’t offer any other purpose than a clear example as to why you shouldn’t let your kid swallow paint chips. The reason as to why he didn’t feel any remorse is because he’s… he’s… he’s just stupid! (Eris begins to breathe harder) Yeah! He’s just stupid and incompetent. And if he was mad because I got in his lane, I’m pretty sure he’s going to be fucking pissed once I swerve my vehicle on his piece of shit on wheels. If he thinks I’m not able to show ruthlessness then he’s dead wrong. I will interfere in your matches, I will be right around the corner, I will be there in the places you’d least expect me. I WILL ALWAYS BE THERE, CHUCK. You’ve awaken this insane monster and this monstrous asshole doesn’t want to crawl back from the treacherous hole it came from. I’m going to make sure you scuttle back into prison and have them throw away the key. I can’t wait to be on the other side of the bars laughing while watching you slowly deteriorate to your demise. I can’t wait to see hopelessness clear as the bright blue sky in your eyes AND I SURE AS HELL CAN’T WAIT until you’re finally out of EAW! Fuck you! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!
 
Eris yells as she walks back into her room and grabs her HBG action figure lying on the ground.
 
Eris: (Talking to HBG) Raven Lee better watch out. Every opponent that I have from now on will be seen as Chuck Scene. On Showdown, I’m going to prance towards the ring as usual. My music will finally stop playing then instead of hearing “Had Enough” by Breaking Benjamin, I’m going to hear “Run” by AWOLNATION piercing my fucking ears! Instead of seeing the self-proclaimed Motor City’s Reaper walk towards the ring, I’m going to see a 6’2’’ fucker stomp his way towards me! I’m going to attack Raven as if she was Chuck. I’m going to make sure I dig my nails so deep into her fucking chest that Chuck feels it, too! Oh my god, HBG, I feel like I’m going insane. What? HBG, don’t suggest that!  No, I don’t care if that’s how your family back in your hometown handles things. Ok, ok. I’ll calm down. But I swear to god once I hear Raven’s disgusting voice or Chuck’s devilish screech then I’m going to go nuts again! Ok, ok. Breathe, Eris, breathe.
 
Eris suddenly snaps and is in a happy mood. She smiles from ear to ear as red face begins to come back to normal.
 
Eris: Phew! What was I talking about? Hmm, HBG, want to go make fun of EAW elitists on Social Media? Yay! Let’s go!
 

Eris skips away into her bedroom as the camera fades to black.