The scene begins with an overview of a therapist’s office. A slender, Asian woman with short, black hair is seen sitting at her desk, reading the book “Why are Teenagers so Fucking Hormonal?” Suddenly a light knock is heard coming from the door. The woman glances and quickly puts her book away. Her light voice signals to the stranger on the other side of the door to enter. Eris LeCava slowly opens the door and walks in.
 
Woman: Oh, sorry for the wait! I’ve been busy all day trying to set up my office. It’s so nice to see you again, Eris! You remember my name, correct? It’s Caroline! Well, obviously you should know my name since this is our third session.
 
Eris: (Eris shoves her hand towards the direction of Caroline) Enough. I have a pounding headache. Make this quick.
 
The woman’s eyes widen as she begins to quickly nod and say “okay, okay” under her breath. Caroline sits down and lightly smiles.
 
Caroline: So. . . the reason I asked you to come in today was because you’ve missed the past couple of sessions. As you know, you signed an agreement stating that you need to attend every scheduled session that you have with me. Is there any particular reason as to why you haven’t shown up?
 
Eris: I haven’t shown up because I’ve had more important things to do.
 
Caroline: Like?
 
Eris: Like… Like train! And win matches, obviously.
 
Caroline: I see. I understand that you’re taking care of yourself in a physical manner, however, you must remember that it’s also important to take care of your mental state. Your career is a very stressful environment and referring back to your comments in our previous sessions, you’ve stated that this is a great atmosphere to express your anger, frustrations, happiness, excitement, confusion—
 
Eris: Right, no doubt about that, really! But lately I’ve been able to vent to my lovely Heart Break Gal and she’s been so great to me. Letting her know my excitement, sadness, confusion, frustrations and anger has helped me view this world in a different perspective. She never fails to give me words of wisdom that seem to restore hope in my small, dark, wrinkly heart. She’s the only therapy I need, trust me.
 
Caroline: I see, I see. I get the sense that you rely on Ms. Heart Break Gal a lot. What’s going to happen once HBG isn’t there?
 
Eris: (Begins to laugh) that’s just crazy talk! HBG is going to be by my side for the rest of my career! I mean, why wouldn’t she? I do everything she says and I’m just grateful that she gives me the time of day. I’ve learned so much from her and I’m sure I’ve shown her moves that not even Y2Impact can teach her in and outside of the ring. Regardless, before my lovely HBG, my heart was filled with emptiness. I felt like a small fish in a big, scary pond. I felt lonely, afraid and extremely depressed. Even after I won my championship. Before I competed for the Vixens title, I had a lot of EAW Veterans tell me that once I get my hands on the title that all Vixens are striving for, I’m going to feel like I’m on top of the world. Well, guess what? Once I actually won the Vixens title, I felt like the entire world TURNED AGAINST ME. I felt as if everyone was coming after me because I had something that they wanted. I still feel that way, but Hexa-Gun has helped me not feel that way anymore. They restored hope and they gave me the confidence that I NEEDED in order to serve my purpose as an excellent Vixens Champion. I used to walk around with my eyes glued the ground and now I walk around proud, arrogant if you will, because I KNOW that I’m one of the best Vixens EAW has to offer. It’s all on my track record, baby. November 14^th of 2015 was a historical day for me, not only because I won my championship, but because that’s the day I caught the attention of beautiful, historical, immaculate, beautiful, sexy, astonishing, intelligent, talented HBG!
 
Caroline: You said beautiful twice.
 
Eris: Both meant with the equal amount of passion.
 
Caroline begins to show signs of uneasiness as Eris gleefully glares back.
 
Caroline: You don’t feel as if the other Vixens in the EAW roster compare to HBG?
 
Eris: Yeah, totallllyyy! Like Veena Adams, for example! She’s totally in HBG’s league! Pfft! (Eris rolls her eyes) In case you haven’t heard of her, which, trust me – you shouldn’t feel bad if you haven’t, she somehow managed to slip through the cracks and is now an EAW Vixen. I guess after the talent manager saw her great backstage “skills” he thought, “meh, why not?” And now that brings us to our present situation; an entitled brat decides to barge into MY division and threatens everyone in her sight. Let’s not forget the important information that has been shoved down our throats by Veena Adams herself, she is the niece of the legendary Mr. DEDEDE. Oh, marvelous! In all seriousness, this is the type of crap that pisses me off. People who have had it easy all of their life think that they can be handed titles and wins after wins in this industry simply because of their family ties. Unfortunately for Veena, there are people in this division like Eris LeCava and Heart Break Gal that bend over backwards for NO ONE. It doesn’t matter if the pope himself is your granddaddy, the only way you can ever earn my respect is if you show that you have never-before-seen talent in the ring. I want to be amazed, I want to be left speechless, and I want to be at the edge of my seat when seeing you in the ring. You can’t just bark without giving me a little bite. That’s all I ask for.
 
Caroline: So Veena’s arrogance and entitlement makes you feel threatened?
 
Eris: No, not threatened. There is nothing threatening about this simpleton. She amuses me and it infuriates me at the same time. I’ve never seen a newcomer with such a big ego, especially taking into consideration that her career barely started. The same goes for her partner, Vanessa Kwanza or whatever her name is. I know that as Vixens Champion, I should be warm and welcoming to our new Vixens but that’s not going to happen. I need to establish that I am the most dominant being in this division and that I am the representation for the Vixens, therefore I’ll be damned if some talentless hog decides to humiliate not only herself, but ME in my ring. I only want the best and this is their chance to amaze me.
 
Caroline: I notice that you hate the arrogance and egotistic nature of some Vixens, have you perhaps noticed that you also seem to share the same qualities?
 
Eris: Excuse me? As long as I have this title strapped against my waist then I call the shots and I do whatever I want. I’ve had people talk down to me my entire life and now I truly feel like I’m on top of the world. Now, I feel in control. Now, I feel like .. I feel like… I feel like… a champion. Put that in your notes.
 

Eris smiles as she happily skips away as the camera fades to black. 

$ It's been several months since Rokuro Masuda was last seen in EAW. A lot has transpired ever since. During his absence he has been searching far and wide for his father whom he found out was still alive. However, he hasn't been that successful... Tadao, Rokuro's long time friend and teacher, decided to quit his job as Masuda's manager and trainer so he could move back to Japan with his family. Masuda is all alone in America, but he won't lose hope of finding his father, he won't lose the dream of rebuilding his family... $

(Camera shows Rokuro Masuda on the rooftop of Masuda Corp. Industries pondering about his life with his back faving the camera)

We don't have the power to choose where we come from. Or the power to choose our progenitors and our life circumstances. But if we did? I would have chosen wisely... I'm beginning to believe all the lies people have been spreading about my family. All the accusations, all the allegations, could they have been legitimate? You know, I used to look up to my father, he was like a hero to me. I wanted to grow up to be just like him. Successful, honorable, respectable. I recently discovered he is still alive, his heart never truly stopped beating, he lied to us, my mother lied to us. He is STILL alive somewhere in the world. I have been searching for him far and wide. I have used up all of my resources trying to find him. But I haven't been successful. I need to find him for one reason and one reason only: to ask him why he did what he did. I've heard rumors, but I refuse to think anything people have been saying is true... My father was a man of honor, he had morals that is why everyone respected him. The rumors people have manufactured and distributed throughout the years are just that, mere rumors.
They call me "The Heir Of Greatness" because I inherited this place. And this place? This place is greatness. This is my fathers legacy. They also call me "The Gold MIne" because that is what I am regarded as by promoters all across the world. I make money but I am also really good at making other people money.

(Rokuro Masuda turns around to face the camera)

For those of you who have forgotten me, my name... is Rokuro Masuda and I was born in Tokyo, Japan. Surprised? You shouldn't be. The reason I speak your language fluently is because I received a more than proper education. My father knew that he would not be in charge of this place forever and that someone would have to take over this corporation so he prepared me in every way possible to eventually become the adoptive father of his most beloved creation: Masuda Corp. Industries.
Despite the fact I love what I do, hiring people only to fire them when I get bored of them, bored of making their lives a living hell and being my OWN boss, running a billion dollar organization, there's something I love even more. And that is the sport of professional wrestling. I started wrestling at a very young age in front of thousands of people in some of the most important arenas in Japan. I conquered every championship, every accolade there was to conquer in Japan. I beat every challenger that stepped in my way, I defeated icons and legends, some of the best wrestlers not just in Japan but professional wrestling GLOBALLY. It wasn't fun anymore. I had no competition. And that is why I came to America. My priority was to establish Masuda Corp in the United States, but I also came to America because of the sport I so passionately love and care for. For nearly a decade a wrestling promotion in this part of the world has been going strong. Many promotions come and go, but EAW has withstood the test of time. EAW has endured a lot of trials, a lot of tribulations but it is STILL standing. Kind of like MasudaCorp industries.

I haven't heard much about the land of elite, but I have heard enough to want to be apart of it's roster, to be apart of it's history. EAW is an extremely unique place. I've seen many men with a few loose screws, men who are hell bent on revolutionizing this company, men who call themselves a "rainmaker". People can call themselves whatever they want for all I care, they can pretend to be anything they'd like to pretend to be for all I care but I, Rokuro Masuda, am the real deal. I AM A TRUE RAINMAKER. And that isn't a gimmick to make myself look "cool" that isn't a character I devised. THAT is me. You're probably wondering what I am doing wrestling if I am a true rainmaker. Well, like I said before I love this business. I truly do. But being apart of it won't suffice. I want to take over. I want to dominate, I want to conquer. And I have money and with money I can do that. Most importantly I possess TALENT. Something most of these elitist seem to lack. And if you haven't realize it yet you WILL shortly. I'll make an impact, I will leave my mark in history and I will cement myself as a legend of this business, an iconic figure. I can do whatever the hell I want to do because I have power. Maybe I can't use my power to get myself a championship match, but I don't worry about that because I know I have what it takes to eventually earn one and it's just a matter of time before you see me with one. All of my dreams and all of my visions will take shape. I'm the future of EAW, The New Era Elitist! This is only the beginning. I'm back EAW and this is a warning...

成功は私の唯一のオプションです

(The video ends with a confident Rokuro Masuda looking at the camera)

During the inception of my career I never envisioned myself sitting upon a pedestal wearing a crown over my head. I never foresaw myself becoming the rightful ruler of the land of elite. Despite the fact I never expected to be crowned king, despite the fact I never anticipated that probability the odds are starting to side with me. The entire land of elite wants me to be their king and I will NOT disappoint them, they will NOT be dissatisfied. I never thought I didn't have what it takes to beat the iconic Heart Break Boy. In fact, I knew I could do it. I believed in myself, something I haven't been able to accomplish in a long time in my career.  I didn't defeat The Heart Break Boy in a dominating or convincing fashion, but I did it and in the end that's what really matters to me. I'm one step closer to becoming your king. A crown would not just be a symbol of power to me, it would symbolize a new era, an era of prosperity not just for myself but for all of Elite Answers Wrestling. My throne and my crown will not just be mine it will be OURS. Because if it wasn't for all of you? I wouldn't have made it this far. Evidently, I am not king yet. There some hardships, there are some tribulations I must over come in order to become the new monarch of EAW. I'm referring to Carlos Rosso. Originally, I didn't consider him a challenge. Maybe because I have established dominance over him and defeated him twice. But he has proved in the past couple of weeks that he IS a challenge. He poses a threat to my King Of Elite aspirations. He was successful against Zack Crash last week and seemingly he has been acquiring more and more fans as of late. I'm not going to underestimate you, Carlos, I'm not going to question or doubt your capabilities because I know how good you are. There's a reason people love you and it's because you're without the shadow of a doubt one of the greatest elitists EAW has to offer today. Quite frankly that makes me want to kick your ass even more. You see, regardless how many times I beat you, people continually fail to realize that I am better than you. There has been times you get more recognition than I do when we've worked equally as hard. I probably worked harder than you, but for some strange reason people still don't see it. They visualize you as my superior and I AIM to prove that is nothing but a misconception. Believe or not I still have people who doubt what I am capable of. I still have people who love to criticize my work. And I don't have a problem with that. As a matter of fact I love it. I love it because the doubts and the criticism only inspire me, they motivate me to go harder, to conquer everyone in my path and chase my dreams until I capture them. It's a shame that after all these years of sacrifice and hard work I don't have everybody's respect, that people still underestimate me. It's disappointing and frustrating at the same time. I guess it wouldn't be fun if things were different. If I didn't have to prove people wrong, if I was respect by all then all of this certainly wouldn't be as fun. I'm making progress nonetheless. People who I never thought in a million years would be fond of me have become huge supporters of mine. I just keep gaining more and more supporters and that makes me happy because that means I am doing things the way they are supposed to be done. Carlos, I know you want and need this victory but you don't want and need it as badly as I do. I know because if you truly wanted and needed this you would have shown yourself in front of these cameras by now. I beat you two times and this week on Dynasty I am going to do it AGAIN. I still got something to prove, I still got things I require achieving before I can say I made it. You beat Crash but don't think for a second I am going to suffer the same fate as him. I'll win King Of Elite, I will become the monarch of EAW or I will DIE TRYING. I've been making futile attempts at capturing a world title for years. I've been on this road to success longer than anybody ever has. Nearly seven years. The wait ends soon. This year will not belong to Carlos Rosso it belongs to ME! 2016 is mine and so is your ass come Dynasty, Carlos.

War Made Wrestling – the thought of the company almost makes you feel dirty, doesn’t it? Something with the potential to be absolutely great, only to turn out to be a company that brought nothing more than false hope to men that was trying to get their careers off the ground. That was the first opportunity that  I was given to make my name known to the world – don’t get me wrong, I had completed in companies with moderate amounts of success, but this was the first chance I had at a broader spectrum. From the first day that War Made Wrestling opened its doors, the men that walked through them expected the world to fall into the palm of their hands. While some men were pulled from the pack and given the opportunity to fight for the opportunity to stand at the top of that company as the World Heavyweight Champion, and Television Champion respectively; I was given the opportunity to stand against a man that had a rather odd mentality. His name was Sawyer James – I know; a name that the world knows rather well. While I’m sure that most of the world is going to already understand, I still find to need to explain; yes, JJ Silva, that was a joke. You see, he entered that company with the mentality that the men that were in charge were going to do anything they could to keep him away from things he believed, unrightfully, that he deserved. He blamed management for the fact that he was never given the chance to become the first World Heavyweight Champion in that company’s history. He blamed management for the fact that he was forced to compete against a man that he believed that he was above. He was a man that did nothing more than use that company’s management for the lack of success, and the position he found himself in as the excuse for why. You see, JJ Silva; I’ve listen to you almost it repeatedly. You were never given the opportunity – you went out of your way to grab it. The only flaw that you actually have is the fact that the Board of Directors never gave you the opportunity to stand on the platform that you think you deserve to stand on. You refuse to place the flaws of your careers onto your own shoulders, forcing it onto the shoulders of the Board of Directors.
 
You made these opportunities for yourself. You’re the leader of the Iconomy, and you’re the man that has turned it into the well-oiled machine that we see today. You’ll name the men that you’ve conquered throughout your time in this company – Tyler Parker, Vance Tybull, Carlos Rosso, TLA, The High Rollerz, Angelo Brando, and The Savage Ryans. You constantly attempt to elevate you name into something that it’s not. I have to ask, JJ; what do you actually have to show for you time here in EAW? If you were to walk through those doors and never return, what would you have to show for it? Do you REALLY think that people are going to remember you for the people that you’ve beaten? Do you REALLY think that people are going to remember the things that you did while leading the Iconomy? JJ, where’s the success that you were meant to obtain with the Iconomy? Where’s the New Breed Championship that you were meant to grasp onto a Midsummer Massacre? Where are the Unified Tag Team Championships that you were supposed to grasp at House of Glass? The excuse was the fact that you were never given the opportunity to compete with The Mercenaries without others involved – but, I guess the blame for that falls into the hands of the Board of Directors too, right JJ? You see, as time goes by it becomes more and more painfully obvious that you need to win this match just as badly as I do; you hype yourself up as the magnificent being – The Icon! The Leader of the Iconomy!  The man that’s going to squeeze Greg Ward into the Diamond that he has the potential to be! While you may believe that it’s physically impossible for this to actually happen, JJ – where’s the blame going to fall, if you fall at the feet of James Seymour on Dynasty? What’s going to be the excuse then? Does the blame fall onto the shoulders of the Board of Directors, or are you finally going to own up to your own mistakes? Are you finally going to stop forcing the blame of your flaws onto the shoulders of others and finally take the blame for yourself? Probably not, but I guess that there’s no harm in hoping that you do. Time’s slowly ticking away until Dynasty – the sands almost about to hit the bottom of the hourglass. I can’t wait – I’ll see you then, my friend.

Developmental Promo

 

 

The scene opens backstage at the gorilla position, minutes after the conclusion of dynasty’s main event.  Thru the curtain walks in an incredibly irate “Picture Perfect” Mark Michaels, with T.J. Yoder following right behind him.

 

Michaels: Where is he?  Where is that Greek son of a bitch Rhaegar?!”

 

The road agent that just happened to be in the area simply shrugs his shoulders as if to say “I don’t know”

 

Michaels: “This is unbelievable, you would think that when the biggest star Dynasty has asks a simple question, he’d at least get a proper answer, but NOOOOOO, I’m surrounded by envious haters and incompetent assholes!”

 

Michaels stomps off to his private dressing room (muttering obscenities under his breath the whole way).  Inside he sees his entourage which consist of his agent Johnny J. negotiating another ad deal via his cellphone, and two super models who are busy chit chatting with each other.

 

 

Michaels: “Johnny!”

 

The hot shot super-agent holds up his index finger as he mouths the words “Hang on”.  His client is not being in the most accommodating of moods however, snatches away his phone from him and hits the end button.

Johnny: “Mark, what the hell!  Why’d you do that for?!”

 

Michaels: “First off, you don’t ever get to tell me hang on, secondly I want you to take the girls, and the kid and find somewhere else to be right now, I want some peace for once while I get changed.”

 

A long moment, thick with tension, passes before Johnny nods and escorts the others out of the room.

 

Michaels sighs as he takes a seat and begins to rummage thru his bag, all the while his thought keep repeating had him, he had the match, he had the title, and then he had nothing, and it was all thanks to Rhaegar.  

 

Michaels: “Lousy Greeks, It’s not hard to see how the whole lot of them went bankrupt.”

 

After a few minutes of searching Michaels finally finds what he was looking for, it’s not his smartphone, or his shades.  Not a pair of designer jeans, or an overpriced dress shirt.  No, this item’s value cannot be measured in money, but its value to Michaels is priceless.  Michaels gazes upon the item in his hand, an old Polaroid.

 

*Flashback four years prior

 

We transition to Minneapolis V.F.W., where a crowd of about fifty are hoping that they’ll get their money’s worth tonight at this event promoted by Great Lakes Wrestling as the bell rings to signal that it’s time for the opening match of the evening. 

 

Cut to the gorilla position where we see a younger Mark Michaels(whose skin isn’t as tanned, muscles aren’t as defined, and  hair is a bit longer, with none of the blonde frosting in it.)  getting some last minute advice for his trainer, Don Hibson.

 

Don: “Okay, now I know you’re excited, but don’t try to put him away too early.  Just stick to the game plan and you’ll be alright.”

 

Michaels: “Yes sir.”

 

No music plays as Michaels makes his way thru the curtain, only the sound of the ring announcer’s introduction and a few scant boos.  

 

Announcer: “And his opponent, from Area 51, weighing 230 pounds, Sammy Nova!”

 

“Major Tom” by Peter Schilling sstars up, as Nova (a Caucasian man, early 30’s, shaved head, ring gear consisting of purple long tights with yellow trim, and  stereotypical alien’s face design on the back) runs down to the ring and front flips over the top rope into the ring.

 

DING DING DING

 

The two competitors lock up, Nova gets the standing side head lock, Michaels uses the ropes to shoot him off.  Nova with shoulder block on the rebound puts Michaels down.  Nova off the Ropes, Michaels is up quickly and leap frogs over him, Sammy coming back on the rebound get caught by an arm drag by Michaels.  Michaels working the arm now, Nova Starting to make his way to his feet, Michaels now with repeated should blocks trying to soften Sammy up. 

Michaels Hits a beauty of a snap suplex and floats over for the cover.

 

ONE… TWO…

 

Nova gets the shoulder up.  Michaels raises up Sammy by the head and unloads several punches to the head which gets Nova against the ropes.  Michaels with the Irish whip followed up with a big spinebuster.  A knee drop from Michaels gets a two count.  The rookie signals that he wants to finish and heads for the top rope.  He measures  and launches off with a guillotine legdrop, But Nova rolls out of the way.  The crowd starts cheering as Nova gets back to his feet just before Michaels does.  Michaels throws a right hand, but Nova blocks and start landing rights of his own in rapid secession .  Michaels swings wildly, Nova ducks under and hits the Flying Saucer, the Spin out back suplex lands.  Nova skips a cover and waits for Michaels to stand, when he does Sammys hits the ropes and hits a running crossbody and hooks the leg for the cover.

 

One… Two…

 

Michaels Kicksout!  Sammy looks to the audience, and they know what’s next.   Sammy scales the ropes, and hits the Flying Headbut, Close Encounters of The Fourth Kind connects!!!  Nova with the cover.

 

One…Two… Three

 

DING DING DING

 

Michaels rolls out of the ring as Sammy Nova celebrates, his head hung low from a mix of disappointment at the result of his first match, and the throbbing headache he has from that headbutt.

 

Don: “You okay kid?”

 

He asks as Michaels steps thru the curtain

 

Michaels: “I’m sorry, I let you down Don.”

 

Don: “You didn’t let me down, a lot of guys lose their first match, but you went out there and had a good showing even if you came up short.  Keep at it, and you be a top class wrestler in no time, I bet my life on it.”

 

Michaels: “Yeah, but I made a huge mistake, I could have won if I wore him down more, and not tried to put him away early like you sai…”

 

Michaels is interrupted by a tap on his shoulder.

 

Sammy Nova: “Hey man, I just wanted to say good match.”

 

Michaels: “Thanks.”

 

Sammy Nova: “Listen, a lot of guys will tell you to forget this one and move on, but what’s worked for me is do the opposite.  Remember this feel ing you have right now, and remember how much you don’t want to have it right now.  You do that, and you’ll have all the motivation you’ll ever need to win any match you’ll ever have.”

 

Michaels: “Thanks man, I appreciate that.”

 

Don: “Hey, you think the three of us can get a picture together?  It is the kids first match.”

 

Sammy Nova: “Sure thing.”


Don hands his camera to a nearby Road agent, and stands to Michaels’ right side.  Sammy stand to the left, leaving Michaels in the middle.

 

Road Agent: “Say cheese.”

 

The three men do as ask, but as the picture is snapped, Sammy gives Michaels a noogie.

 

*CLICK

Sammy Nova: “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.  You keep working hard and you’ll be moving on to bigger and better things.”

 

Michaels, still a little perturbed, simply nods his understanding.

 

Don: “Come on Mark, go get dressed and I’ll give you a ride back home.”

 

Michaels: “Okay Don.”

 

Don: “And don’t worry about tonight, like that spaceman guy said, work hard and you’ll be moving on to bigger and better things.”

 

Michaels: “Whatever you say sir.”

 

*End Flash Back

 

Michaels: “Whatever you say Don.”

 

Michaels grabs his street clothes and heads towards the shower, pausing for a moment to think out loud.

 

Michaels: “Work hard, and you’ll be on to bigger and better things Mark.”

 

Michaels steps into the shower room and shuts the door behind him.

 

FADE TO BLACK.

 
 
 
 
 
 

EAW throws more and more at me each week. That's why I've stayed for longer than I thought I would. Love it, EAW.

The new thing they're throwing at me this week is related to the question that my fans have already asked me countless times. My match against Aren Mst... Mstiv... Msvivts... Aren is an away game. I'm going to be at Russia. Hostile territory, my fans endlessly say. All they know of Russia is Siberia, Putin, gulags, and Maria Sharapova. Some of them seriously seem to think that I'm going to die to the mafia. I've been used to respect since I've done nothing in my career but earn it, but I'm not going to get it in Russia. I'm going to get booed, or whistled, or whatever they do over there to express derision. I'm not going to be liked, and for that reason, I'm going to lose to the uncrowned Russian prince.

Here's my answer to my fans: you're wrong. Russia LOVES me. Lioncross has fans all over the world - that's what happens when I've been the champion that I've been. My name gets all over the place, and my name is presented in a shining light. I'm somebody who loves all of my fans. I'm somebody who works for all of my fans. And in turn, you American fans pay my salary in dollars while my Russian fans pay me in rubles. And, for the first time, I finally get to meet them. All of my fans in Russia who never dreamed that they'd be able to see me in person will finally get that chance. They WILL show up. They WILL be loud. They've waited for years to cheer when my music hits, and even if I tried to get them to hate me, they wouldn't hate me.

I could enter the ring in an astronaut's suit, waving Old Glory, and they wouldn't care. I could walk the Russian streets wearing the jersey of any hockey player who's given Russia nightmares. Paul Henderson. Mike Eruzione. TJ Oshie. Connor McDavid. I might get a few weird looks, but my fans would walk up to me, wanting a picture with me in the jersey of the hockey teams they've grown up being taught to hate. You know why? It's because I'm not like Aren. I'm no prince. I had no silver spoon. I wasn't handed a title shot by James Shields. Sure, I got in a good spot coming into EAW, but I've won repeatedly, showing that I deserve it. And I've taken responsibility when I've lost. Or, I would, but nobody's been able to beat me yet.

You know who the Russian people don't like? They don't like people like Aren. They don't like people who think they're special just because of their name. The Russian people think Americans are like that, and that's why so many of them don't like us. Russians like people who work their shifts 100 percent without crying about circumstances. They know that I worked for their respect, and that's why I'm going to get it.

Russia loves me, Aren! I represent the people of Russia better than you ever will in your lifetime! The fans who support you will have a pit in their stomach, Aren. They know deep down inside that your attitude stinks and that you're a hard person to like, countryman or not. That's why those people will be quiet while my fans will be loud. Maybe the crowd will be half and half. Maybe I'll have a quarter to your three quarters. But the sound's going to be 100 for me, zero for you. If people who tune in for our match on Showdown don't know where the show is, they'll see the Sea of Red, hear who's getting the support, and they'll think we're wrestling in Lincoln, Nebraska instead of Moscow. You're only going to get cheered if King Lannister shows up, as the fans overtly hate him while they only quietly hate you.

I hear you already. You're going to say that you don't need the fans. But for Russian fans to cheer for an American over you because they identify with the American more... mull that over for a bit, Aren. I have no reason to bow to you. Not when even your own countrymen won't.

The scene opens up in Houston, Texas, in front of the Toyota Center.  Kraven King is shown stepping out of a limo, as a group of cult fans , gathered around with various signs and T-Shirts on, start chanting "Kraven King, Kraven King, Kraven King".  Kraven, with his backpack on his shoulders, stops and throws his fist in the air as the cult crowd lets out yet another roar.   The crowd then starts to chant "speak speak speak speak".  Kraven then drops his backpack, climbs to the hood of the limo......

Kraven: WHO WANTS TO SEE SOME CHAOS TONIGHT!!!!!!???

The cult crowd goes crazy with cheers and starts to chant "we want chaos.......We want chaos"....

Kraven: Well people tonight is the night I will paint a masterpiece for every single of you to enjoy.   I will make Phoenix Winterborn (cult fan base boos) irrelevant ass relevant through injury reports and updates.  After I am finished with him, EVERYBODY will care about his health, and he will be more popular than he ever dreamed of.

The crowd starts cheering again, and then starts chanting "Destroy Beretta........Destroy Beretta....".  Kraven does his crazed laugh....

Kraven: Oh that jizzfuck? (crowd laughs) You know I think something is serious wrong with his fucking comprehension skills. Said he hasn't been from organization to organization, but named his previous organization and he is current in this organization.  Isn't that TWO FUCKING ORGANIZATIONS?  Isn't that specifically, exactly to the tee, the exact situational wording of ORGANIZATION TO ORGANIZATION?  Jesus fucking Christ, this dumb jizzfuck just likes to hear himself talk....

The cult fan base laughs, and starts chanting "You dumb jizzfuck......You dumb jizzfuck"

Kraven: Right, he's dumb as hell. Happy because he won a match on battleground, in front of those HPV carrying college kids. That doesn't send a message, thats nothing to write home about.  On battleground I sent a message, a message that seems to be stuck in Beretta's head so much he can't shut the fuck up talking about it.  "You beat the shit out of a guy and painted the walls blah blah blah" shut the hell up. (crowd laughs)  Me beating the shit out of a guy is the only part that should matter, because the end result was I BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF A GUY!

The cult fans roar as Kraven jumps from the limo and gets closer with the fans...

Kraven: You see Beretta, it doesn't matter how you feel about the way I do things.  These fans (crowd cheers).....THESE FANS LOVE HOW I DO THINGS (they cheer even louder).   Bitching and moaning because your past isn't worth mentioning.  You want me sit here and break down your life story, you want me to sit here and give these people a boring attack at your biography, man if you don't get that OLD shit outta here. These people want to feel the fire from my voice every time I talk, and talking about your boring, bland, run of the milk, oatmeal ass persona isn't going to get these fans what they came to get.  

So FUCK your background

FUCK your ambitions

FUCK your goals in life

and if you got kids, I'ma leave the kids alone......

BUT FUCK EM' WHEN THEY GROWN!

The cult fan base erupts in laughter and cheers....

Kraven:  I mean I don't even know why you want me to say the same shit the guys before me, and the guys after me will say.  I am not you, you talking about my artistic pleasures is just one of many times that same lame as song will be said ovvvvvver and ovvvvvvver and ovvvvvvvver again, and in your mind you think you've found a treasure trove of uniqueness.  HA, you bland fuck, I will hear about paintings, and my craziness my whole career, because people gravitate to it.  Its something concrete to discuss, because I make it so.

I don't know much about you because you're not interesting....you are uninspiring, I do not crave to know about your past, or your "gimmick" or whatever the hell you over there mad and bitching about from your hotel room.  I will make you interesting by turning your body into a beautiful display of chaos, only then can I turn your bland ass into a masterpiece.  In your brain this is just talk, but I told you, I am going to make a statement, even if it cost the match.  I am going to raise the stakes, and you are so run of the mill you can't even comprehend what means.

You wanna talk about who knows who, but you chalk who I am down to being a gimmick, and if you knew one thing about me it would be that I am medically not right in the head, and I am fully aware of that.  Some things just make me snap, makes me uncontrollable, and makes me cause other pains.  And you know what?  I love putting myself in those situations, those situations that lets my natural instincts of who I am roam free. You didn't have to grow up with an abusive mother, and mentally sick father with PTSD.  (crowd cheers in a supportive way) You don't fucking know that this is really me, you think its a game.  I was an amateur state champion in high school, with the same fucked up brain and mindset I have now.  So don't sit there and confuse the fact I don't give a fuck about winning a dark match, with I'm losing a dark match. The whole point of me not giving a fuck is that I am going to do something to make this match known beyond just a dark match, while you sit there in your hotel room, thinking JUST WINNING a dark match is your road to a championship.  Don't be so fucking NAIVE!


The crowd cheers as Kraven goes into the small cult crowd, with the fans rubbing him on his head and shoulders as he talks....

Kraven: You think I'm not here for the championship?  You're a damn fool, and shows your lack of understanding yet again.  In order to be in the championship picture, you have to be what the fans want to see.  You have to be what the fans talk about, who the fans remember.  Not just another guy who walks out here, and think merely just a dark match win propels his career.  But the guy who knows doing something crazy will have the people talking when the real show actually starts.  When I say I don't give a damn if that match finishes, I mean it, its not just a statement.  I'll start the match off with a chair shot to the refs head if thats going to get the worlds attention, I don't give a fuck, ITS A DARK MATCH and WE NEED PUBLICITY, and the FANS NEED CHAOS!  

You have NEVER faced anybody like me, no one or anybody like it.  I am the guy who changes the meaning of what it is to win and lose.  I am the guy who inspires bland pieces of shit like you to draw stick figures, to be apart of MY world, to say things about me, because I am the interesting one with something interesting to talk about.  I am the Artist of Avulsion, and I am the Rembrandt of Rage.......

(the crowd says this part with Kraven)  

And I am Kraven King.....AND CHAOS....IS.....BEAUTIFUL!

The small cult fan base erupts with cheers as Kraven leans back into them holding up.  The camera zooms into his crazed smile as the camera then fades...

Post-Showdown promo

They say a picture speaks one thousand words, according to Google. Sheridan had google'd American phrases and saying a while back, just after she had signed her contract with EAW. If that saying were to reflect on the current vignette, a video spoke none, a video created silence. Sheridan's apartment was simple, from what could be seen from the video the German-native didn't have any fancy American technology or furniture. A simplistic, uncomplicated home. It was assumed it was her home, it gave off that safe environment, and the German seemed safe sitting in front of the camera. It was little known to those who watched EAW from home, but on the pre-show of Showdown, Sheridan was handed her first loss as a competitor in the promotion. Technically, television wise, she was still an undefeated brute whom was portrayed to be a threat to the vixens of the company. She had lost, clean, to Cloud Matsuda. Between then and now Sheridan had the time to reflect, she had washed, slept, ate, the whole lot. She wore a '#TeamMinns' shirt; it seemed more like casual wear to the female now, she felt comfortable wearing it around her home, due to the fact she didn't have her own merchandise, yet, she might as well give one of her few allies in EAW a little exposure. She had basic make up on her facial; foundation, shaded brows, eye-shadow and lip gloss. The German didn't much enjoy slaving in front of a mirror to make herself look that little bit more prettier, but she had the free time to before opening up her camera. Blonde hair was tied back. This time twenty-four hours ago, her expression would be emanating confidence, her lips would be curvated into a smirk, eyes hawked, she would be cocky, she would be speaking in her native tongue. She wasn't. She was inaudible. She was soundless. 

Sheridan, between being rolled up by Cloud and to the current second, had reflected on what possibly went wrong. She went into the match psyched up, she had Cloud nearly down and out so many times. The camera stayed on her, she had been rolling for two minutes or so now, and nothing had really occurred. Maybe it was the fact she wasn't on television. She had dominated Alexis, who to this current point Sheridan assumed was still in hospital or wherever with Eclipse meeting her every need. She had absolutely thrashed her in fact, the little incident with the steel beneath the turn-buckle had maybe helped her to a victory, but it wasn't Sheridan's fault the referee was incompetent and didn't spot the misfortunes of the people hired to set up the ring. Maybe if she had the backing of a few Germans watching her match it would have gone differently. Hell, Sheridan was sure the referee had deliberately counted slower after her blazing of his colleges earlier on in the week. 

It was possible she lost due to Cloud surprising her. Sheridan hadn't expected Saint Matsuda the third to resort to rolling up her opponent to get a win. In Germany the term 'rolling up' didn't exist, it was considered feeble, weak as well as incapacitated. With as much experience as Cloud had in this promotion ahead of Sheridan, she hadn't contemplated Cloud winning in the cheapest, most dishonourable way. Sheridan had her on the ropes the majority of the match, and would have, and should have really wrapped up the match far quicker. Or maybe she had lost because she wasn't good enough, she didn't try hard enough, possibly because the match wasn't on television. She had no clue why the match was relegated to the pre-show anyhow, she had read up on Cloud and she seemed to be one of the better workers in this promotion. The video had been recording for five minutes now, almost coming up to six. She hadn't spoke, her expression had just re-constructed from angry, to disappointed. A hand reached for the back of the camera, and the screen fades to black. 

If a picture tells one thousand words, then Sheridan Müller had just composed a fucking masterpiece.

The scene fades in showing Kraven King laughing hysterically while watching Beretta's latest promo video.  He is eating Cheetos and his eyes are still red.

Jizzfuck Beretta on Video: If you don’t care about this dark match, then why are you concerned with kicking my ass? It’s obvious that you do care because well, the start of your career here has been nothing but a failure. Voltage will hold no difference for you, it’ll be nothing but a failure.

Kraven starts commentating as the video plays and eventually presses pause.....

Kraven:  You still don't understand, and as a so called veteran you are naive.  Guys like you I call uninspiring, bland, the the dark greens of wrestling, and guys who will never sell a seat.   I'ma beat your ass whether its before the match, after the match, during the match, two weeks after the match, or whenever the hell I feel like it because its what the people want to see.  Nobody remembers the hand being raised in a dark match, but everybody back stage can see you being stitched up, carried off a stretch, or laying in a pile of rubble.  There are bigger messages to be made than winning, winning doesn't put fear in people heart, chaos, creates fear.  Everytime somebody sees me walk down that ramp, they will know it can be the end of their careers.

You keep saying you been around, but you never met a guy like me.  Thats the kicker, I don't have to win a match, to win a war. The match doesn't HAVE to finish, the MATCH doesn't have to have an conclusion if I don't think it should have one.  Thats how fucked up I am, thats how much I don't give a shit about anything other than destroying mediocre, soon to be forgotten, waste of time and effort.  I don't see you, I see past you.  I see the bigger picture, I see the abstract, the things the people want.  Your just another guy.....just another face.  Just another eat your breakfast, and life will be perfect jizzfuck who hasn't experienced what the worst of life can do to an individual.    

Do you know why these fans come out here?  Night in and night out?  To vent, to feed their animialistic tendencies by roaring every time a body hits the mat.  Roaring....roaring to see a drop of blood paint the canvas.  Just to get away from life, just to get a high off the rage, and just to get their minds off their pain.  Seeing others in pain is a drug to the fans, they WANT IT, and I'm going to GIVE IT TO THEM, win, lose, or draw, call it what you want.  Simplify who I am all you want to just a gimmick, but I've been this way my WHOLE LIFE.  I didn't find wrestling, it found me.  I was requested by the fans, they want to see me cause hell, and I can tell you can't even begin to fathom what that means.

Jizzfuck Beretta on Video:  The fact that you call what I’ve promoted for our match, mediocre, really shows the level of your intelligence. Dark match or not, we do have a job to do. You think I’ve gotten this far from talking about chaos and putting black paint on walls? No, you fucking dumbass. I got out there, promoted my match and won. Thats the name of the game. Clearly, you don’t understand what it means to be successful.

Kraven presses pause on the video again, still laughing...

Kraven: Chaos is beautiful? THATS A SHIRT.  Rembrandt of Rage!?  THATS A SHIRT.  Foam Hands holding a paint brush? THATS MERCHANDISE.  Clearly the reason why your so experience with so many different organizations is because you get shown the door because you don't know how to make a fucking dollar you bland cardboard piece of shit.  And you only prove my point, its nothing about you that is memorable, you're just talk, nobody cares, nobody ever will.   I will beat your ass, before, after, during the match, but sometimes I get overboard, sometimes I get a little crazy, and it becomes less about the win and more about the chaos. Its an addiction, and people LOVE ME FOR IT!  PEOPLE BUY INTO THAT, and I will turn a DARK MATCH into something bigger than what ur uninspiring imagination is taking it as.

You talking about doing a job, we both paid win, lose, or draw, but what sells tickets is giving the fans something they remember, during a moment they aren't expecting it, and thats the type of artistry I bring.  I don't think like you, I don't think like them.  You guys are carbon copies of the same workhorse jizzfucks who travel around the business talking about how experienced they are, but nobody wanted to keep you because you don't put ASSES IN SEATS.  I put asses on the ground, and asses on seats, in REAL LIFE, and in the ring, I am the real deal.  You've heard about me, I was viral internet sensation, YOU HAVE MY TWITTER YOU LYING TWAT!

Talking about how far you've gotten but you're in the same position I am, the exact fucking same.  You are just TALK, you are just sound waves we were taught to recognize as the English language.  Talking about paint and Chaos didn't get you this far, thats true, but it has you talking about my first ever appearance, when nobody even remembers yours.   Talking about paint, and chaos gives you a vivid image of who I am.  I no mistaken personality that will change the foundations of this organization.  

And who the fuck are you?

Just another guy.....

Another bland "All I do is wrestle and I'm a veteran" worker, because you don't provide shit else to the business.  See you can talk about me all day, because I am something to actually talk about, I am something of note, I am the artist that creates the masterpiece.  You are very naive not to understand the message I intend to send.  There are things that only the crazy mu'fuckers like me are willing to do, and I do them often...and I do them very well.....and I do them to perfection.

Jizzfuck Beretta on Video: You talk about how blood will be spilled and how bones will broken. No, just stop. I’m almost positive I will walk out of this match victorious and into next week with another match. It’s like a 100% certainty but you’re just too stupid to realize it. You’ve literally done nothing to prove your worth, especially when it comes to stepping in the ring with me.

Kraven gets and smashes his head into the flatscreen TV, causing and dent and discoloration as Beretta continues to speak.  He then grabs the tv and smashes it on the ground....he has a look of rage in his face, with a slight saddistic smile.

Kraven: I am CRAZY FOR REAL....This isn't a show, this isn't a gimmick, and this addiction I have isn't an option.  I need to display chaos, I need...I NEED to hurt somebody, it soothes me, it fulfills my artistic drive. I need to please the fans, I NEED to give them a masterpiece, not a DARK MATCH, a match that will shine light on whats to come.  A match that will go down as something to remember.  

I'm not just talking, this is the whole point.  I'll headbutt the fucking referee if I feel like its getting boring in that ring, these fans will not be disappointed.   People will tell people to don't go to the concession stands just because this is a dark match, because I will do something to grab everybody's attention.  Thats who I am, thats what I do, there is a bigger purpose in everything, and I plain to create that purpose.


I even influenced you to draw a picture, you talk about my gimmick, and in the end it made you be inspired, to create art.  Do you see? Do you see how me being who I am brought out more personality in you in a few minute video than you have displayed your whole career.  Thats who I am, I make this game different, I am a artist, and its never a dull moment when the camera is on me.  Look how simplistic you sound, how sure you sound because you can dump out a couple pathetic videos that nobody will watch but me when I'm high and eating Cheetos.

You can feel like you will win 100% all you want, but I am telling you I am taking a piece of your life away, at any given moment, any chance I get, it don't matter who wins or lose, I am always in the hunt, I always do something to be remembered.  I want my hand raise, don't get me wrong, what I am telling you is because of the sitaution, my impulses may lead me to do.....other things

Thats just who I am......I am Kraven King

And Chaos

Oh u best believe you bland fuck....Chaos....is beautiful.  And no amount of verbal rebuttal can save you from literal pain.  This goes for you to Winterborn, but I still can't stand your fucking name, and I refuse to bring you up longer than I just already have.

Kraven reaches into his pocket and grabs a small paint brush. He walks around the wrecked TV, and to his table where a small cup of black paint is sitting.  He dips the brush in the paint and writers his signature on the camera lens then the camera fades....