The Dank Files – Piff Fumador | YouTube
 
The camera opens to a park somewhere in San Diego Tijuana (“how many times do I have to say esé?” – Piff). It’s a sunny day, making the ice creams of dozens of kids melt under the heat while they run and play in the park. In the distant background groups of teenagers are seen shooting hoops in the basketball courts at the back of the park. The sounds of a congested public area being enjoyed by Californian Mexican natives are blended in with Beastie Boys’ Ill Communication album being played in the foreground of the video through a portable speaker. We see Piff Fumador sitting on the grass in the park, dressed in skinny jeans, classic Adidas Superstars and a home made tie dye t-shirt as well as his signature black and white wrestling mask. He’s smoking a modest sized joint, blowing smoke rings in the air…
 
Piff: Hola esé, it’s Piff Fumador here, sitting here in a grande park in my home of Tijuana, and welcome to another episode of the Dank Files – to all my subscribers over the world, all 560 of you EAW fans keeping up on the best of Tijuana’s Finest Strain.. The master of the 420 splash, destined to be the best luchador EAW has ever seen. And I will be making the first step to that journey at Battleground tomorrow, gringo. I face El Landerson, one of the few other luchadors in the EAW, and I am so excited to finally face someone on my level – someone who knows what to bring to the ring to put on the best ting.
 
He takes another toke of the joint and blows it into the camera.
 
Piff: Now I’m not gonna do the usual wrestler thing and say “blah blah you’re nothing compared to me, I’m gonna wipe the floor with you” like everyone else seems to. No I’m gonna be a humble hombre, that’s the way of the lucha libre. Me and Landerson are gonna go out there and put on the best match of Battleground – two luchas tearing the house down with springboard hurricanranas, dives to the outside, flips and kicks all around the ring – oh, that reminds me. I know I did it at the start of the video, but did you see I have no perfected the art of the smoke rings?
 
Fumador takes another big toke and blows smoke rings into the camera.
 
Piff: How cool was that holmes? And this is some lean green right here, white rhino fresh from Tijuana where your boy Piff Fumador is from. It’s gonna get me in the right state of mind before the match, I’m gonna be at complete concentration to come back from my loss at Voltage last week. But you know, life goes on holmes, we all have to lose sometime and Masuda got the best of me, it’s all good I’ll just smoke up another fatty and enjoy life as the soon to be greatest lucha in the EAW – one match at a time.
 
A Californian accent belonging to a middle aged man is heard in the distance shouting “Hey, you in the mask. Put that out, there are kids in the park”. Piff takes one more toke and puts it out in the grass, blowing out the smoke in the man’s direction.
 
Piff: Oh well, I was all done anyways. But yeah, back to El Landerson. The man has the Super Frankensteiner, Bronco Buster, he has a great arsenal of moves – But he doesn’t have the 420 Splash or DDTHC under his belt, it could be the game changer you never know. But all we do know is that we are gonna tear the house down, VIVA LA VIDA LOCO! I really need to start making my mark on Voltage, who knows, maybe I can get on the preshow for the FPV Territorial Invasion: Civil War – Live from Montreal on the 26^th of September. I don’t get paid to advertise that, but if they wanna give me a match, even on the preshow, that’ll be Dank as fuck. Even more dank than this Jésus grass your boy has been enjoying on this summery day in Tijuana. But I’m gonna end this video now and catch some rays, even though I’ll probably get some preeeeetty awkward tan lines on my face from this mask. Anyways I’ll see you fans at Battleground tomorrow, and then on next week’s Dank Files. In the mean time, El Landerson, may the best man win, but prepare, because Piff Fumador is gonna blaze… you… up…
 

End of video.

Ladies and Gentleman, I expected this from Demon. That word exposed is funny, I was exposed at King of Extreme, how exactly? When I wrestled two matches, I faced a Pain for Pride main event in one night. Made the almighty Jaywalker submit IN HIS OWN MATCH! How was I exposed? Because I didn't beat Robbie? And you try to take credit for me beating Mr. DEDEDE? I am not shocked. And you bring up Lethal Consequences? But Lethal Consequences couldn't beat me either? Let me guess, Was I EXPOSED by Starr Stan who is the best pure wrestling machine in EAW when I made him tap out? Was I EXPOSED when I spit in the face of everyone who said I couldn't do it and I became EAW World Champion? Or maybe I was exposed because of how long my reign lasted. I get it. Demon I am not afraid of you, you should know that better than anybody, I am a man willing to go the extra mile. I don't have a problem with you, To be honest with you I got involved just to make a return, I am not no one's hero, I didn't come back to save HBB. I came back just to fucking come back, wrong place, wrong time for you to be in the ring Demon. I've seen you, you've built yourself up as the SLAYER! Slayed Cameron Ella Ava, slayed an old man who is obviously weak and losing his edge? I don't like this...cheesy stigma you are living in. I will admit, you laid me out on Showdown. Another opportunistic move, and I got your message loud and clear, you are the same Dark Demon you were when you left except this time you got a little bit of fire up your ass. You think your shit doesn't stink now and everyone is afraid of the big bad Dark Demon who was parading around this fucking company like a piece of shit crybaby when his council friends didn't want anything to do with him, bitter, wanting to take credit and want people to help you. You beat your old girlfriend, you beat HBB, and now I come back and you think I am just a little speed bump as you look for more Hall of Fame competition? Let me explain something to you, THERE IS NO MORE HALL OF FAME COMPETITION! You should know better than anybody. I am not an elitist, I don't want to be looked at as an elitist, because I don't fit this elite mold, I am damn sure not an athlete who was blessed with athletic ability, I mean I don't kick-box and never played sports or trained for them, I am a bare knuckle fighter. I am a street dog, I fight because that is the only thing I know. I don't want to end up in jail for what I do in these streets so I fight professionally in a ring. And this street dog, has been a stray dog looking for the right kind of garbage to knock down and the right fire hydrant to piss on and I think I found it, I've made it clear Demon, besides competing in that ring I like to beat up scum bags. Honestly you are just like all the other “elitist” I am tired of hearing about your skill level, I am tired of this “I'm the toughest high school bully and everyone fears me” shtick that your trying to shove down my throat. Like I said before, what you did to HBB, you could of done to me, you could of taken me out right then and there, PUT ME OUT OF MY FUCKING MISERY AND MAKE ME HUMBLE AND REALIZE I SHOULDN'T HAVE FUCKED WITH YOU!

 But you didn't do that, you just ran your mouth like the typically bully. Because that is all anyone in this company is good for is running their mouths and getting little count out victories and disqualifications and using the rule book to win. When I was training I learned how to stay in the ring and fight, and that is what I am going to do whether it is you, or anybody else, I'll stay in that ring because when I am in that ring, THAT IS MY RING. I own it, and if you are standing in the ring with me. I don't care, what you done in the past, I don't care about anything except tearing you apart, I am a barbaric fighting machine, you should know that because you've never beaten me without any hitch. Justified Reckoning 2012, you pinned Robbie, Grand Rampage you had the whole world come help you because you couldn't beat me. So really, in you winning, I exposed you, because the truth remains, you can't beat Diamond Cage without some fuckery going on. And sure maybe my victories over you, you consider them minor, I wasn't going to bring them up until you did but in those victories, one on Voltage, I kicked your ass clean without any hitch, on Showdown, I beat you while you were holding that World Championship at the time. Since were all in the past and really all you have to say is I am afraid of you, and I couldn't handle the being champion and I got beat by some rookies at Pain for Pride, I am not denying it. It fucking happened, what does that mean about now? What does that mean about where we go in this war of fucking words between you and I? Where does it take us now? What are you going to do now that I have previously said I expected from every elitist in this company? I hear the same damn thing, “Diamond Cage's family this, wife left him that” and the only reason you say that is because you've never lost anything and never had to work for shit in your entire life constantly having people, kicking more dirt in your fucking eyes when you keep proving them wrong and you keep rising and working for what you deserve. But noo in this world you can't get it because of a technicality, I represent the working class, I represent working hard, so if it looks like I have no hype, then all the drinking has finally ruined your eye sight because every time I step out in that arena I get hit with the respect from the EAW audience because they can relate with me and they love to see Diamond Cage do what he does best and that's fight in that ring. You pay your moneys worth, and I'll send you home happy. And no matter how many times whoever my adversary is can't understand, these people still cheer, still scream, still want my autographs, still want to take pictures and whatever because they are tired of society telling them who to like, what to like, and all this bullshit, they want to do what they want to do. So whether they boo or they cheer me, doesn't change the fact I am still the most dangerous entente walking this company.

Showdown Promo 2:

I'll do you one better.

*Kerry leans back in a chair, the only light is a spotlight shining brightly on him. He smiles a bit, a smile not seen for a long time, a smile devious and sadistic in nature. But with the honor of a man that's name cannot be missed*

Thomas Minns, you really have no idea what you're getting into... You should really just run now, because every word you say is either false, or pissing me off even more. Let's begin with an obvious lie. That I've achieved nothing. While I would say you have no right to say that when looking at your current record of 1-3, the three being the losses you've incurred. I don't want to gloat but, I performed at Pain For Pride in my rookie year of EAW. I also performed in the Grand Rampage. Which I beat a hall of famer and the Hall of Fame champion to qualify for. You have absolutely NOTHING on me Minns. I think you should really shut your mouth about what I've achieved, because compared to me, you've taken steps back instead of steps forward. And you've put me one step closer to the edge... And I'm about to break.

Even worse, you claimed there are no ghettos in Michigan. Where do you think a beloved artist such as Eminem came from? Michigan. Where white people and black people including me had to fight to survive in a completely hostile environment while you were fed through a gold spoon by a Butler. Don't you understand the fucking difference!? These people haven't stopped cheering for me since I've started praising them. And as I praise them they praise me. I feel the rush through my veins as my maniacs cheer me on to a hopeful victory. And the only reason you're denouncing the fans is that you're jealous. Jealous of their favor over me to you, well see Thomas. They don't cheer for people who win, if they did, then alot of people like the villianous Vendetta family would be cheered. No, they cheer for people who play by the rules. People who are honorable. But in this match, I don't have to play by the rules for them to cheer me. Quite the contrary, I have to beat you fucking senseless, and the only thing you're going to hear is "Let's go Kerry let's go!" *Kerry claps five times to complete the chant* Minns, have you ever heard of homecourt advantage? If you haven't, it's when a team has an advantage and usually wins when performing at home state. Alot goes into that, the opposing team is tired after a flight in. The home team is pumped from the beginning. But the main factor that goes into homecourt advantage, is the cheering fans that throw the athletes of the visiting team off their game. And I have that every, single, night against you.

*Kerry pulls a switch from above him. Revealing thumb tacks, barbed wire, light tubes, every overly aggressive weapon Kerry could've loaded the room with*

I'll do you one better Minns. Look at my spread here. Look at what I have to bash you with. Look at everything here. All of it will go into my victory.

*Kerry picks up a pair of brass knuckles. Looking at a punching bag with a picture of Thomas Minns attached to it. That devious smile crosses his face again as he goes to the bag, cocking his brass covered fist and hitting the bag with a haymaker. Causing the bag to swing backward and hit the wall with a thud that sounded akin to a crack of thunder in a lightning storm, Kerry laughs for a good 10 seconds at this. Then turns back to the camera.*

You're all too correct Minns, this is the war. This is our Battle of Waterloo, our Invasion of Normandy, our final battle. But this one, much like the Battle of Waterloo, much like the Invasion of Normandy. The hero, in this case me, Kerry Keller. Will conquer the villian, in this case Thomas Minns.

*Kerry lets out another soft laugh and sits back down*

Enjoy your 1-3 record Minns, because I'm going to humiliate you so bad, that you'll have to count the win as more than one.

And all that will be left, is Silence...

SHHHHHHH

Showdown #2
Seattle, Washington
Only The Dead Have Seen The End Of War

I "American Falcon" Kevin Maverick got to sit down with the lovely Cloud Matsuda! I was able to catch her days before her debut at EAW to get a sense of what's currently going through her head at the moment.

Maverick: Thank you taking time out of your busy schedule to sit with me for a few minutes. Also, congrats on your signing with EAW!

Matsuda: I should be thanking you Kevin. Also, its been a 'long time no see' for us.

Maverick: Yes! Last time was several years ago, at Castle Hall in Osaka.

Matsuda: Yes! [laughs] I remember. You was entertaining fans with your juggling skills.

Maverick: I try. But let's discuss you for a moment. How does it feel to be in EAW?

Matsuda: A bit overwhelming actually. This is the biggest company in my career! They have THREE rosters! Four, if you count Dynasty! This is unprecedented. So there's a lot going on at once, at the office, at the training camp, etc. Everyone is always doing something, you know?

Maverick: I can imagine. Before I ask more questions about the business, there are some Mavericknites out there who are not too familiar with The Blasian Sensation-

Matsuda: [laughs] Here we go-

Maverick: You know what I'm going to ask. Explain to our audience what a 'Blasian' is?

Matsuda: Well, a 'Blasian' is someone of mixed heritage- Black and Asian. My mother was a Lieutenant for the US army and my father was a bartender in Tokyo who also played in a Jazz band.

Maverick: Interesting...

Matsuda: It is isn't it? After serving her some drinks, she saw a few of their shows, they hit it off, dated for awhile, and now here we are! Its funny growing up in both San Diego and Tokyo...one place you feel kind of normal you know? Then the other- the place of your birth, you feel like an outsider. I was always the biggest girl in class!

Maverick: So being someone with Japanese heritage, do you get along with some of the other members of the puroresu community in EAW?

Matsuda: Unfortunately, I didn't get a chance to get to know anyone yet. But I hope to speak with one of them soon!

Maverick: Are there any specific Vixens you would like to face off with in the squared circle?

Matsuda: [laughs] I'm not issuing any open challenges, but there are a few I want to wrestle. Haruna is the first that comes to mind...I think she and I would tear the house down. There's Lumen Gray, Maria Gonzales, Aria Jaxon, the list goes on! We have such a thriving division right now!

Maverick: You sound pretty excited about it. And what of your opponents for your upcoming debut? Your thoughts on Katie Rotten and Leia Nirvana?

Matsuda: Katie and Leia are both well traveled grapplers of the game, as am I. The three of us are being given the opportunity to turn the pre-show into an after party! I intend on showing Memphis and the rest of the world that its Time to Fly!

Maverick: Well said, and with that I wish you good luck and I look forward to the day you're holding the strap.

Matsuda: Don't be surprised if it happens sooner than later...

After everything that has seemed to happen throughout the time that I’ve held this championship, here I stand as the bad guy of this entire situation. From the moment that I took my first steps through those doors just over two years ago, it seems like the world has the need to attempt to discredit everything that I’ve achieved in Elite Answers Wrestling. I stood at the top of the New Breed as the New Breed Champion, but not once was I ever told that I was the man that actually deserved to stand in that position; instead I was nothing more than a man that had found himself in that position due to the reputation and the legacy that the man I stood beside had. It was never about everything that I had placed myself through or the fact that I had openly proved that on my best day, nobody that the New Breed had to offer was good enough to knock me off the pedestal that I had created for myself. It wasn’t the fact that I was given the opportunity to make my way off NEO, being thrown to the wolves against the man that was a month off winning that Answers World Championship at Road to Redemption, in the form of Starr Stan, and thrived more than anyone thought that I ever could have. Instead, it was Dark Demon that had afforded Xavier Williams the opportunities that everyone else believed with everything that they possessed, that they deserved. But as time slowly began to pass by, the excuses never seemed to pass. I stand here as the EAW Champion, but few people actually believe that it’s off the hard work that I’ve placed myself through; in the eyes of the majority of the world, while I may have stood against the man at Pain for Pride, I stand here as the EAW Champion because of the current Chairman, Zack Crash. Without Zack Crash I would still be wallowing in the downward spiral that my career had seemed to take. In their eyes I would still be a man that had gone from a man that had the world in the palm of his hand, to a man that allowed every piece of it to slip through his fingers. I’ll ask the world this question; when I had the EAW Championship ripped from my grasp at the hands of Hades, Jerrod Kaine and Zack Crash on Voltage, who was there to help? What was done when I unrightfully stripped of everything that I had poured blood, sweat and tears for?

Nothing.

But, yet, here I stand in front of the world as the bad guy in this entire situation; I’m the man that doesn’t deserve to stand in front of the world as the EAW Champion. The world ignores the fact that I walked into Pain for Pride and regained everything that was stolen from me at the hand of Zack Crash; the world ignores that fact that I walked into the flames of war against Hades at Midsummer Massacre and walked back out after conquering a monster. Instead, I’m the man that “stole” the EAW Championship from Diamond Cage; I’m the man that made his way to the top of the company by leeching off the legacy of Dark Demon; I’m the man that reached the pinnacle of this company because the chairman held my hand while doing so. But, with all of that, I’m expected to put a smile on my face and attempt to make the world happy. I’m expected to walk out in front of the world and give them someone that they can believe in when everything else seems lost. What’s going to be the excuse when Jamie O’Hara finds himself as the second person that failed to successfully cash in that Cash in the Vault briefcase? What’s going to be the excuse when Jamie O’Hara finds himself as a man that allowed the entirety of that endless amount of “potential” that the man holds fall through the cracks between his fingers and becomes nothing more than the same thing that Eddie Mack has become? Look at this week; what’s going to be the excuse when The Pizza Boy’s big Showdown debut gets cut to a complete halt because he was forced to stand toe to toe with the best damn thing in this business? What’s the world going to say then? You see, nobody really understands the importance of respect, but I’ll put it rather simply; if you’re not willing to give it, I’m more than willing to take it.

Okay, you're not Thomas Minns or Kerry Keller. I mean, you're not Brian Daniels or Tyler Parker either. And me? I'm not Terry Chambers or Jordan Ciserano. Certainly, I'm no King Lannister or Tiberius Jones either. We are nobody else in the entire wrestling business than Brett Kennedy and Charlie Scene. Believing that you burst some bubble about that makes me happy. I've always known that psychos have delusions about certain things, but you thinking I'm 'nowhere near your level' makes you the most delusional man on the face of this planet. Big props for you for being Charlie Scene, though. There's nobody like you. Racism, on point. Misogynist, tops of the class. Shaking hands with the devil, done it better than Romeo Dallaire. Fact of the matter remains the same, though. You don't know what I'm capable of doing, and you showed what you can do. So, the real question everyone should be asking is simple...

You know, there's one thing to stalk a girl, and ask for a fight with her. It's one of those 'I'm a crazy maniac who will kill anyone'. I mean, we see it happen enough in this business anyways. Dark Demon, despite his Yahoo Messenger antics, fought a girl in the biggest event for a coveted title. I don't mind the whole near-slaughter you did to Eris, because you eventually made me money at the end of the day. Multiple broken noses, going over the 0.5 that was on the book sheet. In fact, you can see that I came up to Eris to give her this faux-Good Luck so that I could see how far she could go. It was what I expected, though. You basically decimated her, because let's be honest. Women don't belong fighting against men. The Sky Drivers had their chance to do something, and they were too slow.





Now, Chucky Psycho-Guy, who probably based his character off of the Chucky movies (great idea, bozo), probably believes he's entitled to this title shot. I mean, Zach Crash PERSONALLY came to him and said 'Hey, I need some help, so here's a title shot'. I mean, at this point, it's better than facing Tarah Nova's bitch, but you are in no way entitled to anything after beating up a woman. I believe the only thing you ARE entitled to is prison time, but I'm sure that each prison you've been in (in this case, all of them in the US) are sick of you trying to rape the feminine looking prisoners and Jared Fogle. You beat up Eris LeCava to a bloody fucking pulp, congratulations. How about trying to beat a man for once, or are you one of those 'prize fighters' the EAW have seemed to get a lot of recently (and I fucking wonder why...)

Showdown Promo:

Difference:

Kerry... Keller...

What does that name entail? Furosity, intensity, a will to win? Well, whatever it entails, I hope it also entails a victory over Thomas Minns.

You're fucking lucky Minns! I could have injured you a long time ago, and you sit here bragging to me? It's like talking to a guy who's from a different time, he just doesn't know what he's talking about.

Simply put Minns, you have no reason to show off. You have a sneak attack, a tag team win in which I wasn't even pinned, and a loss against me. Why do you think you can brag? Also, it's clear you have no talent or awareness, and any of it you do you need to sharpen.

You're going to feel the aggressiveness of growing up in the ghettos of Lancing, you're going to feel the pain and anger you have caused me over the last couple of weeks, and most importantly, you're going to feel the pain and anger of defeat.

*Kerry laughs a bit, recalling something that Thomas said*

I love how you say I sound like a broken record! In reality, you're the one that always insures a victory against me, but comes up short every. Single. Time! I could have caved your fucking skull in! Give me a little appreciation man!

No, nobody gives a shit about Kerry Keller... But wait... Somebody does... My fans! The legions of cheering maniacs out there that want to see nothing but me finish what I fucking started against you Thomas.

Yes, I showed you mercy, like an honorable human being. But you persist, you persist and persist until you Bring out a side of me that I've hidden for too long, I will refrain from sticking you in a casket and burning you alive like I would to a man that messed with me the way you did years ago.

No... No... I won't do that, that's just not Kerry Keller anymore. That's just not how I operate anymore. But see, even if I don't try to murder you, I won't be showing you mercy. There's a steep price to pay for ignorance Minns, and I thought a man of your caliber wouldn't be as ignorant as many of the others. But surprise, surprise. You're even more ignorant! I don't know how you graduated from Harvard, in fact, I don't even know how you got into Harvard...

Oh wait, I know. You bribed one of them didn't you? I'm sure you did, you're too stupid to get into Harvard Minns, and after our match, you'll be out of my face for good!

And all that will be left... Will be Silence...

SHHHHHHHH

Luke is looking very chipper today. He's wearing his top hat out in public for some reason and is grinning from ear to ear, probably because he advanced in the Top Prospect Finals. A cameraman is filming his every movement. As of right now Luke is making his way to the BOK Center. Just look at that strut. So much confidence! Nothing can damper his mood. He tries to walk into the BOK Center but a security guard stops him. 

Security Guard: “Whoa there! Fans aren't allowed back here. Walk back the way you came from.”

Luke Braxton: “I know what this is. EAW must have a prank show now! Ha you guys almost got me.” 

Security Guard: “Look sir, do not make me tackle you to the ground. I was a third string right guard back in junior college.”

Luke Braxton: “You are really dedicated to this act aren't you? I have a lot of respect for you. Those acting classes really paid off. Like I said you almost got me! So close! Anyways now that the cat is out of the bag, I need to enter the arena and get settled in.”

Security Guard: “Sir this is not part of a TV show. Now will you please scram, before you meet Chuck and Norris.”

Luke Braxton: “Chuck and Norris? What?”

Security Guard: “Yeah you heard me. That's what I call my fists.” 

The security guard kisses his knuckles and gets in a strange fighting stance. 

Luke Braxton: “Okay so this really isn't a prank show? Fine I'll play your little game, wink wink! But seriously can you please let me in. I work for EAW.” 

The security guard looks relieved and moves out of his fighting stance. He looks at his clipboard before saying another word. 

Security Guard: “Let me check my list. What are you? A cook? Backstage crew? Help set up the ring? Janitor?”

Luke Braxton: “I’m an EAW elitist.”

Security Guard: “Ha but seriously what do you do?”

Luke Braxton: “Check your little list for Luke S. Braxton.”

Security Guard: “Hm I see the name. But I'm afraid that's not you.”

Luke Braxton: “What do you mean it's not me? How am I not me?” 

Security Guard: “By each name there is a picture. This Luke Braxton guy has brown hair, he also doesn't have a pedo stache like you do and has these little black, dark green, and lime green tights that wouldn't fit you. Nice try weirdo.”

Luke Braxton: “They must've never updated the picture. That is me from like two months ago. That's the last time I was on Voltage. Since then I grew this epic handlebar mustache and yes it's true, I've packed on a few pounds. But that's only because there were many weeks where I wasn't booked for anything. So I ate a lot of corn dogs and funnel cakes without much exercise. I swear to you, I'm Luke Braxton. Heck I even have an official EAW cameraman with me for crying out loud. That should prove to you I work for EAW. So let me in! Please don’t make me yell. Hey wait is that the champ, Devan Dubian back there? He knows me. We are like best buds. Devan! Over here! Devan! Aaaand he's clearly ignoring me.”

Then the Voltage GM, Ashten Cross walks up to the security guard. 

Security Guard: “Mr. Cross, nice to see you. Please come in.”

Luke Braxton: “Wait Mr. Cross, please tell this man I’m on the Voltage roster.”

Ashten Cross takes his glasses off and squints his eyes. 

Cross: “Louie Broxton right? Yeah let him in.”

Luke Braxton: “Yeah close enough.”

The security guard steps aside and let's Luke in. Luke walks around until he finds the locker room and puts his bags down. Luke then talks to the cameraman about where they should film his promo. 

Luke Braxton: “Let's just go back outside and film it in front of the BOK Center. That work for you? Alright cool.”

A few minutes go by while they make their way to their spot. The cameraman turns his camera back on.

Luke Braxton: “For weeks, if not months I've doubted myself. Sure I’ve won the majority of my matches in recent memory but no matter what I did, Voltage didn't pay much attention to me. They viewed me as expendable. A guy who shouldn't have stuck around as long as he has. I remember when I was first drafted to this brand. I was overjoyed. I wanted to climb mountains and yell I'm on top of the world because that's how I felt. I finally felt like I've made it, or at least I thought I got my foot in the door. My first week on Voltage, I won my match. I defeated Daniel Marshall in the most competitive match of my entire career. There's no question about it. Once it was over I felt good about myself. The fans seemed to like what they saw. Chanting my name and all that good stuff. With the performance I had, I felt like patting myself on the back. But I knew I must remain focused. I had to keep my eye on the prize! I had to prepare for my match the following week. I had to go and train even harder! And I did, I busted my ass. So it was next Sunday already and I was anxious. So f’n anxious. I looked at the card backstage with my eyes wide open with excitement ….and I was nowhere to be found. It had to be a mistake. Yes of course! A typo was all it was. I talked to the GM at the time and he said it was no mistake. He told me to enjoy my night off. It felt like a nightmare and that nightmare became a pattern. Week after week Voltage overlooked me, which I can kind of understand because who am I really? I can't demand matches when I'm a newcomer. I have zero pull backstage. I haven't proven myself yet. So I had no other choice but to wait. Eventually I got a call from corporate telling me they could book me on Battleground and I jumped at the opportunity. It was something, which is clearly better than nothing. I even found myself in the Top Prospect Tournament and at first I didn't think much of  it. My main focus was still Voltage. I would tune in every Sunday night and watch it at the comfort of my own home like the rest of you. I would watch it with a notebook and pen, scouting my future competition. And one week I saw something that bothered me. I'm not usually a jealous person but in this circumstance it was different. I saw Daniel Marshall telling the Voltage fans on what to expect from him. And the following weeks he got a series of matches, while I was still scratching and clawing for scraps on Battleground. I was fighting for my job! And I see a man who I beat, getting more and better opportunities than me? I think you can see why I was frustrated. I could've bitched and moaned about it at the time. Perhaps take the immature route and air my grievances on social media but instead I bit my tongue, kept my head down, and kept pushing towards a brighter future. So I used it as motivation. I used that anger to help me beat Kevin Drake, Max Metal, and Rhaegar in the first round of the Top Prospect Tournament. Then I used it to help me beat Rokuro and Dynamo Go in the following round. Now I find myself in the Finals and I will go toe-to-toe with the very skillful Mitchell Street. But I'm not here to talk about that. That can wait a week, or this Monday to be more specific. The point is I'm the same man I was when I first graced an EAW ring. Nothing has changed. Im still winning matches…. and I'm even on a little win streak. Hell I’m undefeated on Voltage with an impressive record of 1-0!!! I know they say records are made to broken but that? Never! Nobody will ever come close to surpassing that.

Tomorrow night I look to extend that historic streak. I know, being 2-0 is unheard of! But I'll try to do it and I'll need your guys’ energy every step of the way to help me cross that finish line. I need that same support I had on Battleground when you held up your Luke Braxton section signs! Man what a moment that was. Something I will remember for the rest of my life. This upcoming match of mine against J.D. Damon, it’s important. It's important for many reasons. For example, what's on the line besides a win is momentum. You need momentum. Especially me when I have the most important match of my career coming up. But other than that, momentum gives you opportunities. The more wins you get, the more you get booked. EAW is a long marathon, yes. But it's also a business that's built on what have you done for me lately. Like I said I'm the same man I was since day one. I had the tools to succeed. I had the determination to go the distance, but I rarely had time to showcase those natural abilities of mine. Now that I'm in the finals of the Top Prospect Tournament, Voltage comes knocking. They finally remember my name….. well sort of. They are a little late to the party. I don't know if I have much room on my already crammed bandwagon, but I'll try to squeeze them on. So this is where I talk about J.D., a man I barely know, which always makes this awkward. You see I'm a talker. I love to talk. If you allow me, I'll talk your ears off. But when you try to promote your match first against a man you really nothing about, it's difficult. You don't have any ammo to use, but  once I'm done talking, he'll have plenty because I was the first man to step up to the plate and swing for the fences. A home run, foul ball, or a strikeout has yet to be determined. After doing some digging I went back and I listened to your words from a few weeks ago and I noticed we have a few things in common. Like for example we both didn't get the result we had hoped for at Pain for Pride. I could go in-depth and talk about it, like what went wrong, such as some muscle head going on a roid rage once he was thrown over the top rope in the 24/7 Battle Royal, but all of that is in the rear view mirror. So yes that's the similarity, but here comes the few differences. Are you ready? For starters, once I lost, I used it to my advantage. I used it as a learning tool. I watched the tape and I made sure I wouldn't repeat those same rookie mistakes and ever since then, I've seen nothing but positive results. But I suppose I could've done things differently. I could've taken your approach and sulk. To do some soul searching. To ‘lay low’ as you call it, when the fact of the matter is, you were hiding. You wanted to run from your problems. You wanted to pretend your shortcomings never existed. And here you are, trying to tell us that you are better than ever. That this new version of you will finally put you over the top. I don't see it. What I see is a man in denial. I see a man who has an excuse for everything. You've had what? Two title matches and a number one contender’s match? Something like that right? And you let all of those opportunities slip between your fingers. Each and every one of them. Yet you're over here saying you’re greatness personified and how the Showdown roster was scared of you before you were drafted to Voltage. Tell me J.D., what exactly were they scared of? No seriously tell me. I’m trying to make a case for you but I simply can't think of any thing. Sure you have potential, I'll give you that. But potential doesn't mean a damn thing if you barely show signs of it. That's you summed up in a few words. You might be wondering to yourself, who am I? What have I done to have the right to insult you? Great questions. Questions I can't really answer without showing you first, but I'll give you a few facts. My name is Luke Braxton. I come from the circus, yeah get the laughs out now, but I'm proud of who I am and where I come from. So far I've dominated the Battleground scene. I have a 50% shot of being named EAW’s top prospect. So yes, I have a little buzz surrounding my name. What about you? Where have you been? What have you been doing? Maybe more soul searching? Trying to think of ways to reinvent yourself? Who knows, other than you of course. On Voltage I'm going to make a statement. I hate to say it J.D. but I'll have to step on that pretty boy face of yours and use it as a stepping stone. It's time I move up the ladder. It's time to show the Voltage fans what I bring to the table…… and that's pure excitement. Tomorrow night I will rise. I will rise to the occasion, while you J.D.? Well, I hate to say it but you'll continue to fade and this will just be another opportunity that you’ll let slip between your fingers.”

Luke walks away and sees the security guard is blocking the doorway again. He tries to touch the handle but the security guard slaps his hand away. 

Security Guard: “No touchy! I'll need your name and reason for being here.”

Luke Braxton: “You've got to be kidding me! We talked like a half hour ago.”

Security Guard: “Yeah….. not ringing a bell.”

Luke reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet. He digs into the wallet and pulls out a crisp one dollar bill. 

Luke Braxton: “Will Mr. Washington help me get into the building?”

Security Guard: “Are you trying to bribe me? I take my job very seriously.”

Luke reaches back into his wallet. 

Luke Braxton: “What if Mr. Washington had a twin brother?”

Security Guard: “Yeah sure, why not? Enjoy your time.”

Luke Braxton: “That I will…. that I will.”

[We can see a series of flashing images of famous polticians in action from around the globe. We can hear a mishmash of political speeches in various languages.

We can see crowds of people, from different times in history, standing and listening to said politicians.]

V.O.: You need strong leaders to lead the people down the right path!

[The flashing images of politicians are exchanged with flashing images of paintings of european royalty. We can hear speeches in french intervowen with english, spanish, swedish, german and other countries from the old world.]

V.O.: From the kings of old to the elected leaders of the new world!

[We can see images depicting the presidents from Washington up until Obama. We can see people showing to cast their votes on election day.]

V.O.:From tyrants to leaders elected by the people, for the people...

[Rapid flashing of uprisings, revolutions, armed forces fighting peasants.]

V.O.: Yeah right...

[Then the focus changes to the stars of Voltage, and we can see fast cuts of the various promos that the stars have cut during the past couple of week. Talking, to the crowd - to the camera. Talking.
Suddenly we see Shane Strummer standing in a room that's all black, so we can't distinguish if there are walls or even a roof, the only thing we can see is him.
Shane is wearing a black leather jacket with patches from various punk bands sewn to it, his hair i spiked and he looks in to the camera and tilts his head.]

Strummer: The kings and queens have done their talking for too long! The elected officials and supposed champions of the people are joining the choir, singing the same empty words... 

[He pauses, closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and opens them again.]

Strummer: It seems to me that people around here are more interested in talking... and talking... aaaaand talking... all those empty words! God, am I getting fed up!

[Shane straightens his head and looks intensly into the camera and with a smirk he says his final words.]

Strummer: The revolution will begin, the time for talking is over, I have arrived!

[The screen goes black, the anarchist A in white appears.]

The camera opens on the Pizza Boy eyeing Barney M. Bailey as he stirs a pitcher of water.  The color goes from clear and icy to electric blue.  PB's eyes widen as Barney pours a glass and hands it to him.

BMB: Drink dis.

PB: W-what is it?

BMB: It's powdered fruit punch with a uh...few added suppliments.

PB: Barney...are we a cult?

BMB: Shaddup and drink this or I'll put ya back in the ring with Tony for a stretchin'!

The Pizza Boy snatches the cup from Barney's hand and quickly gulps it down hard.  His face turns to regret and panic as the elixer hits the back of his throat.  He grabs Barney by the suspenders and pulls him close as he darts his head around in paranoia.

PB: Oh god, oh god, oh god what'd I just drink!?

BMB: Relax, sport.  It's just some bargain bin powder water with a few vitamins crushed up into it.

PB: Barney, I don't feel right.

BMB: It's probably the vitamins.  You've been living offa road food for about 5 months now.  I'm not surprised your body's rejectin' the first form of nutrition it's seen in half a year.

PB: I don't like this, Barney.  I feel like I can feel my blood coursing through my body.

BMB: That's called energy.  Again, nutrients and junk.

PB: You think it'll last until my match with the champ on Showdown?

BMB: Eh, maybe.  We can pump ya full o' vitamins if ya want.  We can do it 'til your pee smells funny.  We're currently in the black financially...uh, that is, until the mob comes a'knockin' for their cut.

PB: Barney...is there a mob?

Barney glowers at PB for a moment as the young rookie cups his mouth, as if trying to shove the words that had just came out of it back in.  Barney grabs him by the ear and pulls him in close. PB winces in fear of a tongue lashing. Barney senses his tension and relaxes into an intimate whisper.[/b

BMB: Listen, kid, I don't know what that quack Torrence told ya.

PB: Yes you do, your ear was against the do-ow-ow-ow!

BMB: And I'll quit twistin' yours when you start to let me talk to ya.  Now hear dis and hear it now; there is no cult, there is a mafia, and as far as your match with da champ goes, don't worry about it...

PB: Wait, what does that mean?

BMB: Kid...I don't want to burst your bubble, but you're a tuner.

PB: I'm a fish?

BMB: NO! A TUNER! A TUNER!

PB:...explain, because it's hard sometimes to understand you with that accent-where are you from again?

BMB: Kid, you're only facin' Xavier as a warm up for his match against Jamie.

PB: Oh...

Barney lets go of PB's ear as the once reluctant food services liason's face drops to a pout.

BMB: Don't take it as an insult.  

PB: Well it is.

BMB: It's not.  You're one o' the few guys who can say you ain't been beaten in a one-on-one altercation with O'Hara.  Naturally the champ wants to see what choo got to get a feel for what it might take to counter O'Hara's tenacity and skill.

PB: You think I'm skilled?

BMB: No.  I think you're tenacious, and that's the part o' the equation that Williams ain't got.

PB: Still not grasping how this isn't a huge insult.

BMB: Look at it like this...say a sports great of our era like, um...

PB: [under his breath] don't say Babe Ruth, don't say Babe Ruth.

BMB: Babe Ruth

PB: Damnit...

BMB: Let's say someone pitched a no-hitter against da Babe in a baseball game that the Giants still won.  Do ya think that means the pitcher's just a belly itcher? Or does it say more about what he as an indivual is capable of, opposed to his rotten team?

PB: Still not following...and we need to get you in the 21st century...or at least the 20th.

BMB: Don't wisenheim me or I'll deck ya one!

PB: Okay, but abuse to instill mind control is a major cultist thing to do.

BMB: SHADDUP! WE AIN'T NO CULT!

PB: Fine! Fine! So you're saying whatever part of my entire sum that drew O'Hara's the only thing worthwhile to me?

BMB: I wouldn't say it like dat, but essentially, yeah.

PB: Still kinda insulted over here.

BMB: C'mon.

PB: No, I don't think I will 'c'mon'.  Haven't I proven that I'm more than just the Velocity whipping boy? Haven't I shown time and time again that I'm more than some fluke roll up? Haven't I made it aboundantly clear that my work ethic, not some streak of luck, is what's going to keep me ahead of the curve?

BMB: PB, I'm not bein' incredulous to your hard work.

PB: Well it kind of sounds like you are.  It also sounds like Xavier Williams is, too.  Barney, look at me, am I the same kid you met half a year ago?

BMB: Well, no.  You're in better shape, you're less likely to inadvertently kill yourself or someone else in the ring, and you've definitely acrued a very bratty ego, but the bottom line still remains that you ain't even been wrestling a year.  You're nobody, kid.

PB: What?

BMB: As of now, until further notice, you're a nobody.  You've won nothing, you've beaten no one of consequence, and your biggest crutch in the ring is a single basic move.  You're nobody.  Until you beat the man, you can't be the man.  You never put O'Hara away, and the only champ you've ever scored a pinfall over is a woman.

PB: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Ms. Nova's tough!

BMB: You didn't even hit her! And you're still afraid to address her as anything other than 'Ms. Nova!'

PB: She's scary!

BMB: Toughen up or ship out, kid! Until you do, no one will take you seriously against the champ.  

PB: That's fine, Barney.  That's great.  But the thing is, I don't really care if the locker room doesn't have faith in me, I don't care if the fans see me as that fun little 'tuner'.  What bugs me is that you don't have faith in me.  I've devoted my life to working for you and I don't get an ounce of grattitude or a vote of confidence in return?

BMB: No.  You don't.

PB: Fine.  I'll show you, then.  I'll show all of you that I'm more than just a short-term meal ticket, and when I do, I'll make sure you put your money where your mouth should be as my manager, because after I beat you and hit up the pay window, I'm shoving a wad of dough down your throat.

Barney stiffens up as PB gets into his face.  He begins to roll up his already 80's style business casual rolled up sleeves when PB dismisses him with a sigh and walks off.  As PB disappears out of range of the camera, Barney cracks a smile and whips out his huge cell phone.

BMB: Yeah, Sharky?...put it all on the kid.

the camera fades out as Barney beams after the kid, clicks the brick of a phone closed, and wanders away.

The scene begins with Eris LeCava… lying on her living room floor. She’s still wearing the flower headband on her now, messy, greasy hair. She is also wearing the white, silk dress she wore in a previous video… however the dress is now brown from dirt and mud. She looks towards the sealing as she has her worn-out HBG action figure on her hand.
 
Eris: Miss HeartBreakGal… these wounds on my face, that seem to somehow get worse than better, are absolutely painless as long as I’m with you. I’m being bombarded with such hatred messages. On social media, other Vixens are saying merciless things about me. How I don’t deserve to be the leading Vixen of the tournament and how I’m mentally incompetent. I don’t understand the last part – what’s so bad about venting my frustrations to you? You listen, you care and most of all you show empathy; something no one in my life has ever demonstrated towards me. Yet, I’m being ridiculed for having a friend? People these days are so cruel, so cruel.
 
Eris grabs HBG and squeezes her tightly; however in a snap Eris sits up and takes a large inhale. She smiles as she gets up on her feet.
 
Eris: (Directed towards HBG) Oh! But that doesn’t matter, now does it? All those other losers can suck it! They’re just jealous because I’m one step closer at earning what is rightfully mine in the first place. I’m the only Vixen that has an ounce of charisma and let’s not forget an ounce of personality. If I wasn’t Eris LeCava I, too, would be jealous! So, HBG, what do you wanna do for the rest of the afternoon?!
 
Eris walks towards her dirty kitchen and wipes off torn up newspapers from her dining room table. She puts HBG on the middle as Eris lays her face on her palms.
 
HBG: 
 
Eris: HBG! You know we can only do that after 5pm on Fridays. Don’t be so dirty, missy!
 
HBG: 

 
Eris’ demeanor changes as she begins to get serious.
 
Eris: Oh, that. You know what, HBG? I think it’s time to send a little message to Raven Lee. Before this little altercation, I actually had a bit of respect towards you, Raven. I always show respect to my competitors before entering the daunting ring, however, any bit of respect I had left has been flushed out of my body. If you don’t want to win, why the hell are you competing in the tournament? You’re wasting a spot that could go to someone who would put their life on the line in order to be deemed as the Empress of Elite. You sitting there telling me time after time that you simply do not care about this tournament or the championship is like spitting right on my face.  As someone who would die before losing this fucking tournament, I find your idiotic comments extremely offensive. But I have to ask; why are you here then, Raven? You claim you want to destroy this division, but let’s be honest; you can’t dominate this division or claim yourself as being the best UNLESS you have the Vixens belt strapped around your waist. I understand that you just want to destroy anything and everything that comes towards your path, but doesn’t that seem unethical? You’re putting yourself out there for what? To just be forgotten once your time is done in EAW? People say that I have an unstable mentality, but I think Raven Lee takes the fucking cake.
 
Eris takes a step back and begins to laugh as she looks at HBG.
 
Eris: Can you believe this mongrel, HBG? She claims that no one will ever “be like her.” When in reality, we’ve seen the same act dressed in different clothes throughout the history of EAW. Remember, remember Vanessa Lyndivia, HBG? Yeah, already debunked that theory, Raven. Oh, HBG! Do you remember Medusa? Ha! Debunked once more! I think you should listen to my words closely and take your head out of your ginormous ass, Raven. There have been many other “battered, tortured souls” that have “come to grips with reality” of their “disturbing past.” Ugh, couldn’t you have been a little more creative when you submitted your application for EAW? You could’ve at least come up with something that hasn’t been over-done in the history of wrestling. But alas, who am I to dictate the way you live your life, Raven? After all, I’m just a pathetic, soon-to-be Tarah 2.0, why should my opinion matter. I’ll tell you why; it’s because on Showdown I’m going to be the one who is going to make you wish you’d never even think about speaking ill of me. As I told Cailin, when I get in that ring I don’t see you as a human being. I see you as this annoying obstacle I have to get through in order to obtain my goal. The only reason why I don’t seem intimidating is because I don’t hang out in weird churches all day. I like having a big smile on my face even when I’m at my lowest points. Right when I feel myself slowly diminishing I prop myself back up, better than ever! Don’t think as if your words hurt me, Raven. You are nothing but an obstacle I have to get through. Although, this time around, I’m not only seeing you as an obstacle while being inside of the ring; I’m seeing you as a worthless object outside of it, too. I will no longer see you as a living, breathing human. You’re an animal – a wild animal that has no way of knowing that’s right or wrong. You’re helpless, you’re ignorant, you’re nothing. You’re not needed in this division and after Showdown you’ll know exactly why EAW needs less of Raven Lee and needs more of Eris LeCava.
 
You may completely “annihilate” me physically as much as you want, baby. Although, I’ll annihilate you mentally and make sure you’ll leave our match even more fucked up than you already are.
 

Eris smiles as she snatches HBG and happily skips away. The camera then fades to black.  

[The Mercenary Lair -- Somewhere in Seattle. The Heart Break Gal is seen sitting down on a leather couch, wearing a red top and white pants. She had a calm and composed expression on her face, although she seemed kind of annoyed. Her Tag Team Championship belt is on her shoulder, and the camera starts to record for her log]

I don't know. I don't really know. I have no idea how one can stand the terrifying sight of the Elite rules these insect-minded buffoons are so proud to follow. The confines of these results are so restrictive, it completely dulls the spirit of what EAW is meant to be. Three weeks ago ,when I stepped in the ring at Mid-Summer Massacre, I was so happy to be defending my Tag Team Championships for the first time. I proudly held and felt it in my hands, and thought to myself how I'm going to outwrestle and outshine my opponents. Lo and behold, we were left with nothing but disappointment. In the midst of a bitter war, that pathetic excuse for a wrestler Christopher Corrupt suffered an injury and couldn't continue the match. I'm happy we retained our titles, but it left me feeling so confused and empty, and wondering to myself where the power was... Where the promise was... And how our worthless, overconfident opponents were just allowed to hide behind the referee's back and beg him to throw up the X to forfeit the match. It did absolutely nothing but give the other members of the opposing team the very component he needed to save his face -- all of the also-ran excuses in the defeated failure stew of Corrupt and Senn where The Mercenaries served only to stir the pot. THESE are the limitations that I am ashamed and sickened by. THIS is ELITE. And it irks me to the core how anyone can even stand this.

People tend to have this misconception, this idea that the Hexa-Guns are the negative entities in this situation while Zack Crash and his spineless cronies are the cliche white knights. We have caused a massive storm, we roared at their faces like wild animals and caused a raging tsunami. We express that we are a unit, an unbreakable shield and at the same time a dangerous weapon with a blazing attack. We do not care about anyone's interests but our own, but it's that selfishness that seeks to preserve the purity of what EAW represents that everyone should be thanking us for. If you close your eyes, those seem like statements a power-hungry dictator would be uttering, but really, who will be helped if The Hexa-gun should fulfill this very goal? Who will gain the benefit once our success against EAW bears fruit? Everything we do, we do for the beterment of this company. Everything I've done since stepping back into this company, I've designed and plotted with a purpose -- to make a difference. I want to be known and recognized as the person who aided in restoring the core values of this company at its most primitive, unsullied state, uninhibited by the plague known as ZacK Crash that has integrated his beliefs and spread them like an infectious disease, muddying waters that were once crystal-clear. It was once my home, the land I loved to compete in, and all you Elitists turned the once-proud name of Extreme Answers Wrestling into a joke. You took away the enjoyment of entertaining the roaring crowd in truly wreaking havoc once competitors proved to the world that wrestling is more than just an exchange of blows and the execution of a submission hold... That true dominance rest on the shoulders of those who resort to brutality and never-ending chaos... That true strength is not defined by the way you jump and impress spectators with acrobatics, but the way you use your wits and brains in every situation imaginable. Everyone acts like we're the villains who are so obsessed with the promise of war, when the only thing we do is to simply protect this company and turn it back to what it always was destined to be, and set everything right. I will continue to imprint in every mind the belief, the very idea that weak has no, and will never have a place in this land, the Land of Extreme.

You have to admit, it all sounds pretty enticing. The former mockingbird who repeated the beautiful words they told her to say, evolves into a courageous eagle who now fights a battle against a dumb directionless hypocritical rat, one more familiar to us by the name Rhaegar. It's funny to me how two weeks ago, you were one of those people who lifted their hands up to the sky and commended the Hexa-Gun for their work at Midsummer Massacre, when we put Zack Crash in his rightful position knocked out on the mat. But right now, here you are, about to stand across me, fighting the chairman's battles for him like the corporate lapdog you are. I don't even need to point out how much of a contradiction that is, for everyone who gives a damn about you can tell what you really are behind that tough exterior of a righteous patriot. Rhaegar the Great! The proud man of Greece who stepped in an American Wrestling company to remind us the true spirit of wrestling straight from its place of origin. But then one tasty little offer turned him into a fool who no longer stands behind his values. The intensity of the situation was too much for him to bear and there's nothing he could do but to say yes and bow down to the chairman's whim. Is that how things are going to be from now on, Rhaegar? Are you going to go around answering to the boss's needs and heeding his orders, telling him everything that he wants to hear? Are you going to support his ludicrious ideas while you convince yourself that Hexa-gun are the enemies and that they're nothing but a joke? Are you going to pray and hope that all the brown-nosing will bode well for your future prospects? It doesn't surprise me you've transformed into a sellout, and that by this time next week, you'll be putting on your suit and shaving your face clean, while you tell the entire roster how Zack Crash had changed your life for the better. You're pathetic.

[HBG chuckles, seemingly amused]

But that's not my problem, is it? Your business with the chairman is not really much of my concern. Let's talk about the elephant in the room, shall we? The problem that you push and would continue to insist, the fact that I am a woman in a man's world.

My goodness, the Heart Break Gal is just a woman!

Gee, the Heart Break Gal is one of those lunatics who steals opportunities from those who truly deserve it, and snatches gold right under someone's nose when they least expect it. Never trust her.

Oh boo, The Heart Break Gal is one of those people who would laugh like a maniac when her opponents are squashed and decimated, and she does it with the help of her teammate.

So what's your point, Rhaegar? Were you expecting me to be a saint and just so suddenly deny your claims? Did you want me to tell you how wrong your assumptions are? Did you want me to tell you how I went through some 'drastic progress', and that I've changed for the better? Did you want me to make a long speech about how a time of change dawns upon us as a new wave beckons, how the world has evolved and women will no longer be oppressed? Do you want me to tell "Rodrik" to step out of the way while I make you suffer?

Heh, don't make me laugh.

I've nothing to deny about your accusations. I don't bat an eye if you think I'm unable to compete in this match for being a woman. What truly bothers me in this situation is how you seem to be an observant man, and yet you haven't figured out one simple fact -- that you are a pawn, Rhaegar. You are a stone thrown up to the passing wind to see how strong and vicious the storm is before they could build an actual fortress to oppose our power. You are a dummy in a test drive, and your only purpose is to let the mechanics and engineers know the kind of impact and damage an accident would do to an actual human being, so they could make the proper adjustments to the actual vehicle. You are not an asset, Rhaegar. You were never meant to be the future face of this company. Zack Crash tells you these flattering words and empty promises because even he knows you wouldn't last in the ring with the best and the worst of our team. I get the temptation was too much for you, and you simply couldn't resist or even bother to think logically and look at the bigger picture... But let me put it this way -- How does Rhaegar get his compensation and reward if Rhaegar's career is laid to waste because of one member of HexaGun in a few days? You are a useless frontline soldier, a dimwitted disposable commodity, and nobody, not even Zack Crash would care if you get destroyed and were never heard from again. So, tell me again please. I'd like to hear about your nonsensical reasoning for winning this match is entirely rooted in the fact that I'm a woman. I want you to tell me how I have nothing to offer and I'm just a joke to you, while I rejoice at the thought of how stupid and blind you are to realize you've set yourself up to be screwed over. I know, and everyone else knows, that unlike you, I can actually stand up on my own two feet and fight for what I want to accomplish. Unlike you, I can confidently say that I am an important part of my team, an essential to win their battles. Unlike you, I take delight in proving my worth to irrelevant insects like you, while you stay dormant, pointing out how I shouldn't brag about the gold around my waist to make myself stand out, simply because you have no championship to be proud of and that you are a waste of space nobody can stomach to look at. I am not going to run away from this match, Rhaegar. I am not going to listen to a man who doesn't stick to his convictions, pretending to have some morality and beliefs before turning his back on everything he upheld the moment an opportunity is presented to him on a silver platter. You can't scare me off, and I won't let this chance pass me by the moment I show the world how a woman is strong enough to beat you senseless in the middle of the ring. I'm not a perfect wrestler, I've had my share of failures. But it doesn't detract from the certainty that I was made in this world and brought to this company to demolish and humiliate the likes of you. Strike me as hard as you can. Give me the worst beating I can endure. But just know that I will fight back, and I intend win in the name of Hexa-Gun.

And by the end of it, Rhaegar, you are going to rethink your decision of getting involved in this mess in the first place. You, along with many other elitists are going to realize how much trust you've misplaced on our chairman.

[HBG ends the video with the usual smirk on her face. End Scene]

The scene begins with the beautiful, Eris LeCava. Eris is wearing a flower headband strapped against her gorgeous, caramel colored hair. She has a short, white satin dress and is seen frolicking through the fields and meadows of Memphis, Tennessee. The sun’s brightest rays are lying upon Eris’ gentle face. The camera zooms in and focuses on Eris’ face; she has a black eye along with a sporty thick cut on her upper lip. Despite her rough outer appearance, Eris looks happy; hell, she looks at peace! Eris takes a small daisy from a bush full of flowers and gives it a nice whiff.
 
Eris: Oh, what a beautiful day it is today! I had to take some days off because I couldn’t feel the right side of my body, but I feel like a million buck-a-roons! Ah!
 
Eris twirls on one foot and is interrupted as her cross-body purse begins to vibrate. Eris pauses and reaches into her purse. She takes out her glistening smartphone and the camera shows numerous amounts of missed calls. Eris takes a huge gulp and slightly presses on one of the calls as it begin to automatically dial. A frantic, shaken voice is heard through the other line.
 
???: Where have you been?! Why haven’t you taken any of my calls? I was worried sick! Hello? Eris, are you there? Hello? ERIS!
 
Eris: (Eris exhales loudly as she slightly smiles) Hello. I am here. What’s up?
 
The female voice on the other line, Lilly, Eris’ former roommate, begins to speak.
 
Lilly: You can’t just ask me “what’s up”. Eris, I’ve called you a million times since your match on Showdown. You were doing so good on keeping your mind on your initial goal, then you go and fight that inbred son of a bitch Chuck?! You gave him what you wanted, Eris! He took advantage of the match and tried to ruin your career! You’re lucky that you weren’t taken out of the Empress of Elite tournament after what happened on Showdown!
 
Eris: (While Lilly is talking, Eris walks through the tall grass.) Oh, Lillian! You really think I was going to be taken out of the Empress of Elite tournament? Maybe weak bitches like Aurora have to be taken out because she ran into Chuck’s god damn fist, but they would have to be absolutely insane if they were going to take me out. Did I tell you that I have 12 points and I’m leading in the entire thing!? You know, when I first came into EAW, no one knew my name. And when it was my first month in EAW, no one knew who I was, either! But NOW that I’m leading the pack, suddenly everyone has my name in their mouth. Cameron, Maddie, Aria, Cailin – Everyone! Don’t you think that’s impressive?!
 
Lilly: Of course I think that’s impressive, but I don’t find it impressive that you went hiatus after your match with Chuck. I understand that you’re not fond with losing, but just leaving and not telling a soul isn’t the correct thing! God, Eris!
 
Eris: What happened on Showdown is just another learning experience. I’m over it, Lillian. I’m not going to focus on that waste of talent any longer. The Empress of Elite tournament is the ONLY thing I have in my mind. Speaking of which, I saw Raven Lee’s little message earlier today. You know what I hate the most, Lillian? Vixens coming to EAW and identifying themselves as cartoons. That’s exactly what Raven Lee is – A CARTOON. I bet every time she walks into a room she expects for the place to become dark, eerie music beginning to play in the background as the camera shifts showing her as this big, mean monster! PFFT! You know what I see whenever my poor eyes get a glimpse of Raven Lee? I see this confused little bitch trying to make a name for her by acting like she knows it all. She acts as if the words that come out of her soiled mouth are absolute wisdom. I’ve heard better material from a god damn fortune cookie. You know, Lilly, I still – to this day, don’t understand as to why people think my “mentality issues” are bringing me down. I’ve proven myself so many damn times in the ring. Raven Lee should watch her mouth the next time she dares to utter my name. I’m at the top of the rankings and there is no way in hell that I’m doing to be brought down.
 
Lilly: Right… I, too, saw her message. I can’t believe that she doesn’t even want the Vixens Championship. All she wants is to hurt others… you sure she’s just faking this whole “monster” thing?
 
Eris: Of course. Raven Lee is just trying to use some sort of psychology bullshit in order to get in my head. She’s trying to make me believe that she isn’t really in this for the “money” as others would say, therefore she EXPECTS me to take her lightly and THEREFORE have herself a win on the future Empress of Elite; Eris LeCava.  Although, I’m way ahead of Raven – I know all of the tips and tricks that have been frequently used in wrestling as a whole. People try to get into other’s minds and I’ve single-handedly perfected that skill. Instead of Raven making these presumptuous statements, she should dive into the way I wrestle and make my way around the Vixens division. She should admire my abilities as strengths as a Vixen and the way I’ve wiped the ring with EVERY Vixen I’ve faced in the tournament. She should try learning a little something or two; I mean, she’s at the bottom of the ladder – I’m just trying to help the girl out! So maybe, next time before Raven begins to spew complete nonsense, she should sit down and ponder these following questions: Is Raven Lee in fact more dominant than Eris LeCava since she’s lost multiple times yet Eris hasn’t? Is Raven Lee actually this monstrous creature that thrives on other people’s pain or is she someone who doesn’t have the wrestling abilities to hang out with the big dogs so she has to come up with some “daunting” gimmick to scare off those who are faint at heart? Is Raven Lee going to win on Showdown? Hey, Lillian, in case you don’t want to wait for her answer, let me give you a short run-down on the answers: No, Yes to the second part and No. It’s really all that simple.
 
Lilly: Okay, Eris! You don’t have to go on an entire rant on me – I’m not the one who has to suffer to listen to your rants, you should be directing these to Raven! Anyway, I’ll let you go. Thank you for calling me back, by the way. I’ll talk to you soon!
 

Eris smiles as the sun in the background slowly starts to set. Eris sits down on soft, vibrant, green grass as she begins to rip out bunches of flowers from the ground. The camera then begins to fade to black.