Defeat is to overcome in a contest, election, battle, etc. To prevail over. To vanquish. Defeat can come in any way. You can be defeated in a video game, you can be defeated by someone else on that promotion you’ve been wanting. No matter where you go, you can be defeated. Here’s the catch, though; do you want to be defeated? There’s not a single human being in this world that actually wants to be defeated. It’s unheard of. Why would anyone want to be defeated? The thing is, you can be so close to winning, or at least, not being defeated, and in an instant everything changes. Defeat is something that isn’t taken lightly, especially those with pride problems. It’s up to you to make sure you’re not defeated. It’s up to you to be strong enough to prevail against all odds and vanquish your competition. That may sound harsh if this is to do with something small, but once you repeat it in your head a few times, you’ll realize what that one statement can mean to you for the remainder of your life. One things for sure…

I will not be defeated.

I mean that, Cam. I will not be defeated. Not again. Not anytime soon. Congratulations, you beat Chuck Scene. You became Interwire Champion. That’s a great accomplishment. I’ll give it to you. That’s in the past now. You are the current Interwire Champion, there’s no denying that. The problem with this is, you did cheat. Now, you may not be a cheater, or rather, someone who cheats consistently, but you did cheat. That’s just a fact. Moving along, I never hurt my head. My head is just fine. I’ve been through a lot in my career in this is nothing. You’re onto something, though. There might be something wrong with my head in a sense of what I’ve put myself through, throughout my career, but that’s never stopped me before and it sure as hell won’t stop me now. You can talk about the stars aligning and God being there and all this jibber jabber, but what’s really going down is your chances of holding onto the Interwire Championship much longer. You’ve got this all wrong, Cam. You’ve got me all wrong. I did what I did to that ref to send a message to you that this wasn’t over, and look, it’s not over. I knew you had cheated and I knew that I would get another chance at the Championship because of that. All this time we’ve been waiting to meet again and it’s getting through your skin each and every second. It’s not often you’ve had to deal with the same person for so long because you’ve gotten rid of them. You’ve ended them and stood tall each and every time. What’s different this time? Pure talent. Something none of these other guys or girls have had. It’s a whole new ball game for you and we’re close to the final quarter. I didn’t wish the ref was you, Cam. What I did to the ref WILL be you in less than a day now. You didn’t defeat me. I haven’t been defeated since StarrStan defeated me years back. You’ve faced me once in your career and you had to catch me off guard and pull my tights to beat me, because you were afraid that any second I was going to defeat you. You did what you had to do to keep your Title, whether it’s cheating or not. That’s what’s different between you and I. If someone can truly defeat me, they deserve it. I won’t cheat to keep my Title. They beat me fair and square and that’s it. I already HAVE another opportunity to face you for the Interwire Championship.

You will be defeated.

You know, you really should be scared of the Forced Confession. If you’ve seen what it’s done to others in this lovely business, you would know not to take this lightly. I’ve ended Kevin Devastation’s career. I put down Vic Vendetta. I put down several others in my way. If I want to snap your neck, I can and surely will. It hasn’t quite come to that yet, but things change. You know that. Who’s that one that’s crying? I’m not. I’m stating facts and telling you like it is. If you want to see crying, go watch some sad movie. I’m here to wrestle, not be in some soap opera. You are right on something, though. Why wasn’t I smarter and keep you from retaining? Or is this all part of the bigger picture? I lost my first match since returning, yes. That did happen. That’s what, one loss out of four or five? I think I can handle that, considering I didn’t even lose fairly. That’s not even the point anymore. The point is, the bigger picture will become clear soon and you will realize why this has gone on for as long as it has. I don’t hate anyone, Cam. That’s where you’re wrong. Obviously I know I’m not the only one that’s lost due to grabbing of the tights, but I’m not going to let someone get away with it when it happens to me. I’ve been playing by the rules, so to speak, my entire career and look where that got me. I made the Elite Championship. I made it what it is. I defended against those who are now current Champs and/or were Champs. I made a legacy within just MONTHS of DEBUTING in EAW. Don’t try to tell me I haven’t tasted success or how I’ve gotten nothing because I’m a pure talent. I’ll always do what it takes to win, Cam. There’s no doubt about that, but it’ll always be by the rules and nothing short of it. That’s what I’ve always done and that’s what I’ll continue to do. That’s how I win. That’s how I’m so strong. You on the other hand have a weakness and I’m about to pick it apart like never before.

Defeat is imminent.

I will become Interwire Champion. My confidence is what’s brought me here today. Sure, I lost one match. Everyone loses eventually. I won my last match and I will continue this streak until I am Champion once again. Everyone loses, Cam. Even you. I don’t need to contend for any other Title right now, I have my eyes focused on the one Championship I want right now. The Interwire Championship will soon be around my waist and I can promise you there will be no more cheating to win. 2016 is going to be my year and I’m going to start it off with a Title shot for your Interwire Championship. Mark my words. You don’t think so? You think I’ll keep losing? You want to underestimate me? So be it. Do what you will. I will go ahead and warn you that it’ll be your worst mistake yet. I’m done talking. Yay, Jason’s done talking. Now it’s time to step in the ring and show you what I’m all about.

You will be defeated. You will…


TAP! OR! SNAP!

TAMPA POLICE DEPARTMENT
 
Case File 234908 – December 25^th, 2015, 19:06 – Tampa Police Officers deployed to a residential address at South Ward and Fullerton because of an apparent domestic violence call. Upon arrival, two women were pulled off of each other after a very vicious fight. The two, interviewed separately, both alluded to having issues with each other for several months prior based on alleged extramarital affairs. While dispatchers had been contacted several other times on false calls, this call was answered due to various neighborhood complaints of constant bickering. Neither woman was seriously injured despite having thrown slaps against each other. Tampa Police Department will look further into any further damages placed or serious threats on any person’s life but expect neither to turn up. As stated by one of the neighbors who had called in, “it’s the same two women arguing and screaming but not actually dong anything about it but causing a raucous.”
 
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The camera pans from the outside of a suburban house, white picket fence decorated with Christmas lights, the lawn covered in inflatable elves and reindeer, spotlights shining up at them. Two women are heard screaming at each other as a man sits at the steps of the porch with his hands holding his head. Moving past him, the camera goes inside of the house where a large man dressed in a pressed suit and wearing a solid black mask sits at the head of the table in the dining room. No one else is in the house besides him. He sits in silence as the two women continue to bicker before talking just loud enough to drown them out.
 
Voice: Women are recognized for their strength, their poise whilst enduring the worst that life throws at them, and most of all, their necessity. We’ve made it a priority in the wide-sweeping society that we live in to push women’s issues to the forefront, to allow women to have a place in our everyday lives because they, just like men, should be able to compete for any job, any accomplishment, any award that they wish to. But in doing so—in focusing ourselves so much on making sure that women are seen as equals—we’ve completely ignored their weaknesses. This isn’t to say that all women are susceptible to break down because of their faults just like some men are able to storm through any challenge with the sort of dominance that makes them seem inhuman. You have women like Eris and HBG who are exceptions to the rule because they don’t define themselves by being effeminate. They instead work to utilize their strengths and perfect them while avoiding having to face their weaknesses. They don’t blindly walk into situations they know they wouldn’t be able to thrive in. And they certainly don’t fall victim to the crux of your token female who will argue for centuries that she has the exact same capabilities and skillsets of a man when they don’t even come close. Luckily for these women that have blindly walked across Hexa-Gun’s path, they are not coming into contact with a man—they are coming face to face with a being who is fueled by the message that La Muerte has for the miserable who seek out to be absolved by her touch.
 
When I see vixens like Cloud or Haruna, I see the same lost expressions that I see with all of the other men that I’ve crushed—the look that Jay Omen or Eclipse Diemos or Chris Elite had before they were manhandled and made an example of. In that way, I don’t fear anything that either could bring to this match that I haven’t already seen from the same idiots who continue to think they can step up to our faction and stand any sort of chance, the same people who think they can stand up to La Muerte and somehow defeat her. They don’t. They didn’t. They won’t. Every being that comes into contact with Hexa-Gun will be ended just as any being that comes into contact with La Muerte will. That aspect of this has been decided since the day that we came together. What then makes these two different from the others? I’ll tell you: their susceptibility to falling victim to the kinds of womanly problems that have prevented them from being taken seriously. Many would focus on strength and build—a key dynamic to this, no doubt—but I don’t even look past mindset. These women, just like almost every other woman that has graced this earth, have done nothing but created useless melodrama that has distracted them from the sort of things that drive success. Instead of winning and maintaining championships, they choose to bicker and whine about their own company with each other. Instead of dominating their division verbally and physically, they have made petty high school comparisons of the things they’re going through. And instead of convincing me that they pose any sort of threat to us in this match—hell, pose any sort of threat to any one of us in Hexa-Gun—despite their statures, they have made sure to do everything in their power to remind us that not only are they not up to snuff to compete, but that they might easily be the worst competition we’ve faced yet. There is absolutely nothing that can be said about either of these two women, evaluating them as two individual, unique people because they simply aren’t unique. They’re generic. They’re the same as everybody else in almost every other way except for the small difference that they lose sight of their goals in the midst of the same old gossipy melee that has taken away from the hoards of women who push to be recognized. Neither of you deserve the recognition from me.
 
The only time you shall be recognized is by the ageless woman who sweeps across the land to strip us one by one from the lives we lead. She will find you no matter how effortlessly you seem to blend in with the rest of men and women who have done nothing notable with their time here. La Muerte is tracking you and she will track you until you reach your final destination. For your own sake, you should hope that she’s there come Sunday when I show you the difference between two petty girls and a beast who has no patience for their immaturity.

 
To rise, you must first burn.
 
   
The camera jolts toward the window where the two women get back into each other’s faces before family pulls them away. When the camera comes back, the man sitting at the front end of the table has disappeared. It moves away, fading slowly as the screaming sounds further and further away but continues to echo into the blackness.

Battleground Promo #3




PicPerfectMichaels has uploaded a video:










The Video opens on sunny day on Miami Beach.  It's here that we find Mark Michaels strolling along the shore dressed sharply in his Kenneth Cole blue jeans, a white Hugo Boss "Gerald" style dress shirt, his million dollar grin, and of course his Gucci brand gold rimmed aviators.


Michaels: "The sun, the sand, a warm breeze, and a cool drink.  Without a doubt, the Perfect way to spend the day after Christmas.  If you don't believe me, just ask the president of my social media team."


The camera quickly swings around to find T.J. Yoder dressed in one of Michaels' "Keep calm and stay perfect" T-Shirts.


T.J.: "What's Up Florida, me and Picture Perfect coming straight at ya!"


The camera turns back to Michaels.


Michaels: "Yes, Me and T.J. have been living it up for the past twenty four hours, and like the little guy he said himself yesterday, Who needs Santa when you've got Mark Michaels?  That's why he told me that all he really wanted for Christmas, was for me to beat his  father one, two , three, this Monday night on BattleGround.   So since this is the time of the year when we do what we can, for those of us who are less fortunate than ourselves, I see no other choice but to beat Trent Yoder to within an inch of his life.  Now that's not exactly a challenge, like at all, but when my number one follower in the whole wide world has a request for his Hashtag Hero, I make sure he gets what he wants.  Because what good is it for a boy to have a role model, when said role model can't live up to even the lowest of standards?  I wouldn't know, but Trent Yoder sure the hell would!  


That's why your son has chosen me over you Trent.  He sees that when I go out there in front of all my followers, that I can get the job done, and achieve that which i set my mind to.  Meanwhile every time you step between the ropes, you make a spectacle of yourself by getting your ass whipped from bell to bell.  B.T.W. that trend will continue this Monday in Winter Park, at that college for geeks who know they'll never make it as an actor or director, but can't give up on the dream so they study editing instead.  It's people like that who are going to become the Trent Yoder's  of tomorrow.  They're pathetic, little, worms who will never be able to achieve their goals, so they'll just stand on the sidelines moaning and bitching about those who can.  


Speaking of bitches, Hi Tig.  I'm sure you spent your holiday celebrating the traditional Irish way of laying down in a pile of you own vomit next to an empty bottle of Guinness, but I want you to know  I heard what you said about me being a joke, and that's okay because no one could ever give a crap about what you think.  But just know that everyone who's ever said i'm a joke, whether it's been Donny Diamond, or Regulator, or Angelo Brando, I've beaten them all.  And you might think I'm a joke now, but just keep in mind that he who laughs last, laughs best.   


And that goes double for you Trent.  I hope you bring your A-game to Battleground, your going to need it if you want to last more than three minutes, or so your wife says.  So get your bald headed, Michaels envy denying, redneck, white trash ass ready, because forty eight tiny little hours, you are facing off against the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the Destiny of Dynasty, and the Brightest Burning Crossover start that the EAW will ever know.  The man with a social media army made up of millions, upon millions of followers the whole world 'round, that have made him their Social Media Champion! The man who's going to kick your ass one last time in 2015 before taking your son, and moving on to bigger and better things.  And there is absolute nothing you can do, except sit back, and Picture THAT!  (Sarcastically) Oh and have a happy new year"


With that the  video Fades To Black

 
 







Hell, even I can admit that shit’s rough around the edges, but I gave it a fun shot. I won’t pretend I like to write poems like dear Madison does. But that’s no shittier than the hot garbage she tries to pass off as poetry week in and week out. She’s still ultra original in comparison to any of the junk Raven spews from her mouth every week. But it hasn't helped either of them out this week.
 
Oh Raven, how you continue to do what you do as if it’s something new and original, or as if anyone really cares about what you have to say. We all get it, you’re almighty and powerful and you mean to spread chaos and change the division as we know it. The problem is you won’t be able to achieve even half of what you want to. You talk about your performance in the scramble like it means you’re better than anyone else here. Lumen Gray damn near won that thing, now we barely even see her around. She had double the pins you did. What’s it say that I stand here today, as the champion, with two wins over the person who did win that match? The way you use that match as a measuring stick, it must mean something pretty damn good. Maybe I didn’t perform up to your standards that day, but no one can say I didn’t put myself in as good a position as any to win that title in the end. The funny thing is, you’re the first person to try to bring that performance up as a passive way to belittle me. You know why that is? Because no one cares about what any of us did there besides not win. Haruna won, and I beat her. Twice! So get over it, and then get over your whole chaos thing. You truly are going to pull that lightweight bag of tricks behind you all the way to your demise, and it will be so glorious to see the way you fail. I’ll admit that one of my flaws around here is I am a little bit too nice. I make friends, all around. Even with so-called rivals. People are hating on Tarah, and I’m just like whatever. Eris stabs at me for no reason, it’s cool. Five minutes later she’ll think I’m cool again, but that a different story. But with you, there’s no being nice at all. It’s not because I think you’re trash, like you would say I’ve said before. You’re annoying, and not in a way that gets under the skin. Just in a way that makes you laugh, roll your eyes and leave it behind you. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do with you. I’m going to beat you at the awards show, and then I’m just going to laugh and shake my head at you. And when we fight for the Specialists title, I’m going to do it again. You’re almost not even worth the time. I take you seriously as an opponent, and I prepare for you as hard as I would a Hall of Famer. But when you speak, it really does nothing for me. It has none of the desired effects you’d like it to have on me, nor any of your other opponents. And I can guarantee you of this. There isn’t a Vixen here that truly takes your words seriously. You’re all talk Raven. But talking has gotten you nowhere, and it won’t get you anywhere this weekend, either.
 
Maddie, I feel like we’ve barely even addressed each other this week. You are who you are, and that won’t change. Of course, unless it does. Remember when you were the nice, sweet, innocent girl? You changed because you thought it would bring you success. Well, look at how it did? I mean, I can’t blame you myself. They tried to make me be someone else when I showed up here. Iconomy? Seriously? JJ Silva has his head so far up his own ass that thing is destined to fail, no matter how they mix and match people in and out of it. He’ll never figure out he’s the weak link. No, not like I did. I made a change to be myself. Honestly, I can never tell if this you is really you, or if it was the old you. You’ve made it work this way, so why not let it ride for a while? You can take pleasure in one thing with me. You’re the only person I’ve ever let get under my skin here. When we fought in the opening match of the Empress of Elite tournament, I felt like I was the better fighter. You made me look like a rookie with a roll-up pin. It’s something I learned from. In a way, it was my launching point to where I am now. Maybe I should thank you for it. But the days of you being under my skin are long gone. You’re just a little bit too predictable with what you do. Don’t worry, not like Raven Lee predictable. But if you’ve faced Madison Kaline once, you pretty much know what to expect each and every time. And as long as you’re adaptable, you can find a way. Just like Tarah and I will during this awards show special. But it won’t just be finding a way to win. It will be finding the way to dominate a match that you’re in. You attacking Tarah was just so… you. And I can understand the bad blood there between you and her, y’all have fought some pretty serious battles together. But she’s got me fighting alongside her in this match, and that gives her the clear edge. You’ve got a pretender that’s got her heads stuck in the clouds. That just spells out your doom.
 
You two have done your talking this week and you think you’ve got it all figured out. But come Sunday, it will be just like I laid it out for you in that reimagining of a classic Christmas poem. There will be no celebration for the Conqueror of chaos and her short-timed gal pal ice queen when this match comes to a close. This only ends in one way, and that’s with me and Tarah Nova taking the win. Oh yeah, see you in a few weeks Raven. I hope you won’t be expecting anything different, though. It’s just going to be more of the same for you.

An opportunity is a situation or condition favorable for attainment of a goal. Opportunities can also be defined as a good position, chance, or prospect, as for advancement or success. Life will always bring opportunities to the table. This can be with a career, relationships, a fresh start, where you want to eat with your family, which road you want to take to get to your buddy’s house. Opportunities like that come all the time. There are some opportunities that only come once in a lifetime. It’s up to you to take that opportunity and grasp the fact that you are able to take it, or you can falsely believe that the same opportunity will come to you again some point in life. That’s up to you which choice you make, but the smart choice is to always take the opportunity and take advantage of it. Why take a risk of never getting that chance again when you can take it on with all intentions of succeeding and never having to worry about when that time will come again? Wouldn’t that make sense?

This is exactly what I’m talking about.

I was given an opportunity to face Cameron Ella Ava for the EAW Interwire Championship a few weeks back. I was ready for the challenge and went into the match knowing I’d walk out victorious and NEW Interwire Champion. Then everything took a turn for the worse. Cameron knew the threat I was to her and the Interwire Championship and she used a dirty tactic to secure the win. She pulled my tights to make sure I couldn’t kick out. That’s not the way to win. That’s against everything in my rulebook. This is ELITE Answers Wrestling. Every match has it’s rules, unless otherwise stated. All rules were in place in that match and she defied them. She couldn’t stand to lose that Title after everything we’ve said and done to each other. The week after I lost to Cam, I came out to demand a rematch because of the circumstances and James Shield came out to tell me I had to beat Vic Vendetta then we’d talk about it. I did just that. I beat Vic and I made him tap. I guess Shields decided to put me against Cam and beat her then I could face her for the Title again. Which, in all honesty, is completely fine with me, because I know how she fights now. It’s nothing special, really. I have her number in these upcoming matches and that’s all there is to it. Listen, Cam, I had all the respect in the world for you, then you pulled that cheating bullshit out of nowhere and now I can’t wait to snap your neck. I hope you had a great Christmas and so forth, because you won’t make it past the New Year. That I can assure you. You cheated and now you will be forced to confess your wrongs and make them right by losing to me and letting me possess the Title I should already have.

It won’t be much longer.

The ironic thing about all of this, Cam, is what you had to say this week about our match. You’re calling me a sore loser, when you’re the one that had to pull my tights to secure a win against me. What did I do? I wanted a rematch BECAUSE of you doing that. The sore loser is the one who knows something is in jeopardy in regards to them and cheats to make sure they keep that one thing close to them. You’re the sore loser, Cam. You are, not me. The sore loser isn’t the one that attacked the ref for not doing HIS JOB and seeing that YOU were cheating. I did myself justice in doing that because look where I am now. I’m back and I’m ready to take that Title from you, Cam. I would do it all over again even if you were in the ring. I would lock that Forced Confession in and I would snap your neck until you confessed what you did wrong. Either way, the Interwire Championship would be mine and you would be left in the ring to think about what you did wrong. I’m not going to run away from something as prestigious as this Championship we’re fighting for. Lioncross wasn’t even contending for the Title, so he had no reason to stay and fight for what should be his. I do. The thing is, Cam, all my career I have followed the rules. I have stuck by each rule and I have dominated each and every one of my opponents, so long as they didn’t cheat. If you look back at my career, you and everyone else would say the same thing. I continue to do just that. I continue to follow the rules and as long as my opponent or opponents do the same, I am always the better talent. My only loss since returning is against you and you cheated. So try again before calling someone an awful sport who is fighting for what’s right.

Ain’t that the damn truth.

I’ll go ahead and say that I wasn’t robbed of anything. I was cheated, but not robbed. If I was robbed I wouldn’t be getting another chance at the Interwire Championship and I’d be off somewhere else snapping someone’s neck for the joy of it. There were times in the match where I thought I was going to lose clean, but for the most part, I had everything under control. You want to know why I feel entitled to a rematch, Cam? I’ll tell you why. When YOUR OWN sister claims that you cheated and I deserve this, you should know right then and there why. I fight for what’s right, I fight for Championships, I fight to win. When I lose by someone else cheating, I want to pick them apart and make them realize it’s not a good idea to get on my bad side. You didn’t beat me. Sure, in the record books, it says you did. I know, your sister knows, the world knows, that you didn’t truly beat me. That is going to change this week and then when the Title is on the line. Also, I never once said I was changing the Interwire Championship to be the Elite Championship. Never. I DID say, though, that when I become Interwire Champion, any Title defense I had will be contested under Elite Rules and nothing but that. Why would I give someone the chance to cheat to win, just like you did? I’ll defend my Championship where all rules apply. If you take my Championship from me in my own match, then you deserve to be Champion. I think you might’ve hit your head a little too hard, Cam. Even after all this time to recover, something I did to you really damaged your thought process.

You sound like a broken record.

All you’ve done is constantly repeat yourself asking why I’m deserving of another Title shot. That’s all you’ve talked about. If it’s bothering you that much, Cam, why don’t you just beat me fair and square tomorrow and that’s that. If you can do that, if you can beat me without cheating then I don’t deserve another shot. Since you did cheat and I beat Vic to get to this point, I’d say I’m quite deserving of a simple match to lead to facing you again for the Championship. Are you afraid you won’t be able to cheat your way out of these two matches? Is that what this is? It makes sense now. You’re so worried that you won’t get the chance to cheat to win, that I’m going to beat you tomorrow and then take your Championship from you. That’s what this is about. You can keep calling me a sore loser, Cam, but everyone already knows who the sore loser is; you. You’re actually the definition of sore loser. You cheat to win because you’re afraid you’re going to lose, then you try to come up with all these excuses on how you’re better than me and why I don’t deserve another shot. Look at yourself, Cam. YOUR OWN SISTER is against you on this. The fact of the matter is, I am getting another shot at your Title and I will beat you tomorrow to make you realize you’re not as tough as you think. You can say you want that Title more than me or anyone else, but when it comes down to it, I’m the better talent and that will take precedence over anything else. This isn’t about Christmas or any other holiday, this is about me doing my job and what I love and once again being a Champion in EAW.

Let’s leave it at this, Cam.

I’ve already won. I’ve made it to the point where you had to cheat to win. I’ve gotten so far in your head and you don’t even realize it. Look at you. It’s pathetic. You’re trying so hard to not be scared when, in all reality, you’re terrified of the thought of being in the ring with me again. I’m not going to make this easy for you and I sure as hell will not have you cheat again. The Awards Show will be my moment to show you and the rest of EAW that I am not the person to mess with and also that I will be Champion soon enough. I’ve had people tell me how they fear me being Champion, because they know how hard it is to defeat me. Look back at my Elite Championship reign and look at how many people tried to dethrone me and couldn’t. Only person ever to was StarrStan and that was in the middle of a Grand Rampage match. No matter the history, history will repeat itself again and I will be Champion. I will get through you tomorrow and I will get through you whenever the Title match may be. Keep asking yourself why I deserve this shot, Cam. While you’re beating yourself up over this, I’ll be waiting for the bell to ring so I can expose you for the cheater you are.

Like I said, I’ve already won. Now it’s up to you to…


TAP! OR! SNAP!

    With this year coming to a close, now is the time that people around the world are reflecting on what was while looking forward to what will be. For me, 2015 has been a roller coaster to say the least. Had you told me this time last year that I would be competing with the best of the best inside on a global scale, I’d have easily called you insane, yet here I am. Week in and week out, I have laced up my boots, walked down to that ring, and put everything I am, was, and ever will be on the line in order to do what I love and send the people home happy while doing it. For most men in my position, that alone would be enough. For me however, I can’t accept that, not even in the slightest.




With 2015 coming to a close, I am taking the opportunity to reflect and who I was, what I’ve done, and use that knowledge to rebuild, redesign, and reevaluate where I want to be in EAW. Changes are going to be made, some drastic, and others not so much. I am not going to say that 2016 is going to be known as the Era of Eden, but by this time next year, I will be more than just a footnote in the record books of EAW. This year, I have seen some of the most intense rivalries, the most diabolical matches, and the most fulfilling moments in professional wrestling history, and while all of that is amazing on it’s own, in 2016, I fully intend to find myself in the dead center of all of it. Whether it be with Daniel Marshall as Higher Power, or if I have to go it alone, by the end of 2016, people will not remember me destroying Burning Man, but they will remember me blazing a trail for myself that leads straight to the top of EAW, I give you my word on that.


    Enough about next year though. What do you say we take one final look at how we we’re going to close this year out with a bang shall we? At the year end awards show, Daniel and I find ourselves in what seems to be some glorified clusterfuck that promises to be total anarchy. Once again, I find myself teaming up with Eclipse Diemos, and after what happened last time, mixed with the current situation he’s facing, I can honestly say that I have the utmost confidence that him and I are more than capable of doing what needs to be done for the sake of the bigger picture. After the stunt that The Iconomy has pulled, I wouldn’t want to be them by any means. Hell, since I’m being honest, I think that this decision they’ve made is going to prove to be their ultimate downfall. Eclipse WAS The Iconomy. He was everything this rag-tag group of so-called warriors aspired to be, but because they realized that his star was rising faster than theirs, they did what they always do, destroying their strongest link and bringing in someone weaker to make themselves look stronger. Silva, Chris Elite, and young Greg Ward may have bitten off more than they can chew by cutting ties with the psychopath known as Diemos, and I for one do not envy them right now.



   Also in our corner is a young man by the name of Carson Ramsay who has been making quite a name for himself in such a short order. This little back and forth he has been having with Nick Angel has proved quite compelling and I look forward to watching how it all plays out. Now, I don’t have any reason to believe that Carson is going to be any kind of liability in this match, so I am actually somewhat excited to see what he has in store when that bell rings. Joining us also though is Kerry Keller, a man who by no stretch of the imagination has garnered much attention from Daniel and I, even if it is for no other reason than because he competes on Dynasty. I’d like to pretend that we have a star studded alliance that is set to blast through our competition like a wrecking ball through drywall, but honestly, with all of the different personalities, different agendas, and different styles that we bring to the table, calling this anything less than complete pandemonium would be foolish at best.

   
  Our opposition however is what intrigues me more. Nick Angel, a man who has been making waves here in EAW, but has quickly drawn the ire of Mr. Ramsay. While that has no bearing on the Higher Power, watching these two men go back and forth like they have, I feel like Nick is in for a rude awakening, and I am glad to be able to be a part of it. Also, we face Maxwell Dachs, a man who in every sense of the word, is the exact reason I don’t watch very much Dynasty on my days off. The fact that he attempts to pass himself off as a credible threat to anything other than a roofied sorority girl is a disgrace. It’s clowns like him that give this industry such a bad reputation among critics, and knowing that I will have a chance to stand in the ring with him, for only just one night will be enough for me as I will demonstrate what this business is truly about and leave no doubt in anyone’s mind why everything about me makes me better than him in every way.

As if the chaos couldn’t get any better, those two men find themselves teaming up with the smoldering remnants of The Iconomy. While Eclipse and I may not be friends by any stretch of the imagination, the only thing I’ve grown to stand against more than his psychosis are bullies, and lately, that’s all The Iconomy has proven to be. Silva, Elite, and Ward have spent all week talking down to Eclipse after jumping him like a group of cowards after he carried them to prominence on his shoulders. Ungrateful, cowardly, and pathetic, that is what has become of The Iconomy. Silva, you and I once stood as allies inside of this ring, and after looking back on the footage, it’s a wonder how you even still lace your boots. Every match I have seen you in where there is any real competition, you have to be carried to the finish because you lack the talent, the drive, and the mental capacity to get things done when it matters most. Now that we stand across the ring from one another, and I have seen you for what you truly are, don’t expect anything less than a clinic on what it truly means to be a warrior between those ropes. You claim to be ruthless, tenacious, and determined, but from what I have seen, you appear to be nothing more than a little dog with a big bark. When that bell rings this Sunday Silva, I’ll be bringing my choke chain and you can bet your ass that when it’s all said and done, you’ll find yourself wishing you’d learned when to quit while you were ahead.

    Your unmitigated arrogance is the only thing that keeps you relevant, much like your partner in crime, Chris Elite. Now, unlike Silva, Elite has proven that every once in a while, when in a real clutch situation, he can dig down and tap a reserve that many men don’t possess. At House of Glass earlier this year, Elite’s resiliency and determination is the reason that The Iconomy lasted as long as they did in the bloodbath disguised as a Tag Championship match. Much like the story of Elite’s career however, when it mattered most, that Box Office Smash didn’t put gold around his waist did it? Almost only counts in horeshoes and hand grenades, and while this match may end up looking like a war zone by the end of it, nothing about Elite leads me to believe that things will be going in his favor. With the odds evened out to 5 on 5, Elite lost his chance at making a fool of Eclipse, and because of it, I feel that he is in for a very long night. Due to his actions, I will actually be proud to stand behind the King of Crazy here in EAW as we run through Elite and the Iconomy like a tornado through a trailer park. When that final bell rings and Elite is left empty handed once again, we will see how proud of himself he is then. We will see how far he feels the Iconomy can go without Diemos, and as much as he may not want to hear, I feel as if their days are numbered.

    Finally, there’s Elite’s new protege, a man who Elite feels can replace Eclipse, young Greg Ward. Sadly Mr. Ward, I don’t envy the position you’re in, not in the least. You may have dealt with crazy while tolerating Jay Omen on battleground, but believe me when I tell you that this war with Eclipse is not something I believe you are truly prepared for. You have become a victim of circumstance, allowing Silve and Elite to fill your head with false hope and ideas of glory through battle, when deep down, even they know that you are destined to go down faster than a virgin at a frat party. You may not know much about me, but allow me to remedy that right here and now. My name is Gabriel Eden, and while that alone doesn’t hold much weight around here, it doesn’t diminish the fact that I stand down from no challenge, no matter the odds. I stare into the face of bullies, cowards, and punks, and I face them down as if they were my own personal demons. I have done war with better men than you Greg, and yet, I still stand here today, ready and willing to put your body through a hell you have never even fathomed. I bust my ass night after night to have the ability to kick yours, and believe me when I tell you that when that moment comes you find yourself alone in the ring with yours truly, you are going to get a crash course in humility, no matter how much I have to beat it into you. Don’t let this notion that The Iconomy has been feeding you go to your head, because the rise always comes before the fall, and the way things are shaping up, your fall from grace will be short, sudden, and painful.

    As 2015 comes to a close, it’s time to say goodbye to what was and welcome what will come to be. For Gabriel Eden, it is no longer about my ascension or some half hearted attempt at glory. When that bell rings Sunday night, a rebirth of sorts will play out before the world. No more will I rely on divine intervention. No more will I expect determination to be a saviour. No, after what I have experienced in EAW, I have come to realize that is is up to me to make my own destiny, and I see no better way to begin that path than this week when I make a statement that Helen Keller herself could hear loud and clear. Make peace with whoever it is you pray to, because Sunday, your fate lies in the hands of the Higher Power...

I’ll openly admit it; I do value the head of Thomas Minns more than I value the EAW Championship. I can’t stop thinking about that night. I can’t stop thinking about being inches away from grasping back onto the championship that I had once lost, only for a man with a name that I barely knew to stick his nose where is never belonged. Throughout my time in this business there’s one thing that I’ve come to learn. People will stand in front of the world and profess everything that they themselves want to hear. Thomas Minns stands in front of the world, as if he’s standing in front of a mirror looking at everything that he believes he is. He stands in front of the world and preaches to the hills that he is the future of this business. He’ll scream that he’s going to be the next man that’s going to stand in front of the world as the EAW Champion. He acts as if he has a confidence that could never be broken… but as the bullet proof glass began to crack, it was never a confident man that stood on this inside; instead it was his eyes that told the true story. As cliché as it may sound, what stood inside that pod was nothing more than a scared, scared man. It was a man that had no idea to what he was going to be forced to endure once that door opened, and he was exposed to the one man that wanted his head. It was a man that knew he had no control over his own future, because he never had his security there to protect him, or James Shields to stand behind. Actions speak louder than words – that’s how the saying goes, right? MOVE OVER. STEP ASIDE. IT’S THOMAS MINNS’ TIME TO STAND ON TOP OF THE WORLD. Eight months – EIGHT MONTHS I STOOD ON TOP OF THE WORLD AS THIS COMPANY’S CROWN JEWEL. FOR EIGHT MONTHS I STOOD AT THE TOP OF THIS COMPANY AS THE UNQUESTIONED BEST WRESTLER IN THE WORLD… and I’ll be honest here, I’m lost without that championship. I don’t know what to do without that EAW Championship around my waist – over my shoulder, whichever it may be. I was inches, millimetres away from grasping back onto the championship that should rightfully be mine, and you cost me it in an attempt to make a name for yourself. ARE YOU HAPPY, THOMAS? WAS IT ALL WORTH IT? LOOK AROUND – WHAT MORE DO YOU HAVE? WHERE’S YOUR CHAMPIONSHIP? WHERE’S YOUR THRONE? YOU HAD YOUR PERSONAL SECURITY WEASEL THEIR WAY INTO THE ELIMINATION CHAMBER AND YOU STILL WEREN’T ABLE TO ACHIEVE ANYTHING. I SAVED YOU – I ALMOST KILLED THE HEART BREAK BOY AFTER HE ALMOST KICKED YOUR TEETH DOWN YOUR THROAT, AND WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SHOW FOR IT? Nothing.
 
As I said, you speak as if you’re looking at yourself in a mirror, and your eyes you’re everything that you wish that you were – but, in the cruel reality that we live in, Thomas… you’re nothing close to what you wish to be, and tears you up inside. That’s why you constantly need to profess to the world about the things that you’ve done. You see, while you’re looking for that one victory that’s going to propel your career through the glass ceiling that hangs over it… I’m not coming to beat you. I could care less about beating you at the Award Show, Thomas. I’m coming for your blood. I’m coming to feel your bones break under the pure strength of MY hands. I’M COMING TO FEEL YOUR FLESH GRIND AGAINST MY TEETH. I’M NOT GOING TO STOP UNTIL I HAVE YOUR FUCKING HEAD SITTING ON A STICK FOR THE ENTIRE WORLDTO SEE. I ASK AGAIN, THOMAS – WAS IT ALL WORTH IT?! WAS EVERYTHING YOU’VE DONE SINCE REDEMPTION WORTH IT? THE WORLD KNOWS YOUR NAME – BUT, THEY’RE NOT GOING TO REMEMBER YOU FOR THE THINGS YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING TO ACCOMPLISH IN THE FUTURE. YOU’RE GOING TO BE REMEMBERED FOR THE THINGS THAT YOU WEREN’T. YOU’RE GOING TO BE THE MAN THAT WAS REMEMBERED FOR THE THINGS THAT YOU THREW AWAY FOR THE CHANCE AT FIFTEEN MINUTES OF FAME. Look back at everything I’ve done in the mindset I’m in now. THE MAN THAT ONCE KILLED THIS COMPANY, SCOTT DIAMOND – BRUTALIZED UNTIL HE WAS NOTHING MORE THAN A SHELL OF THE SHELL OF A MAN THAT HE WAS. WHERE IS HE NOW, THOMAS?! Retired. I DESTORYED EVERYTHING THAT DIAMOND CAGE HAD BUILT OVER THE SPAN OF THREE YEARS IN ONE NIGHT – THE MAN HAS GONE FROM A MAN THAT THE WORLD LOVED, TO A MAN THAT THE WORLD HAS FORGOTTEN. DARK DEMON – THE MAN THAT WAS MEANT TO END MY CAREER – THE MAN THAT WAS DESTROYED EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN HIS WAY SINCE RETURNING BEFORE PAIN FOR PRIDE, HAD EIGHT MONTHS TAKEN OFF OF HIS CAREER AT MY HANDS. IMAGINE, THOMAS; IMAGINE WHAT I’M GOING TO DO TO YOU AT THE AWARD SHOW. IF I DID THAT TO THEM, WHAT CHANCE AT SURVIVAL DO YOU HAVE? None. You see, Thomas, at the Award Show everything that you’ve built up around yourself is going to begin to crack and crumble to nothing more than broken dreams and aspirations. The sand in the hourglass that is everything between us is about to reach the bottom, and you’re knocked back down to what you really are. Nothing more than the scum that was wipe off of the bottom of my boot. Cherish it all, because in an instant it’s all going to be gone.

* Greg Ward Promo * (Internet Issues.)


Greg: Carson.. Would you shut the hell up? Did anyone ask you for your opinion on how we handled our business? Why do you find it necessary to make comments about the subject? Do you feel obligated to speak? The sad thing is I actually gave you the benefit of the doubt and heard you out and you had absolutely no idea what you’re talking about. We did what we did to Eclipse because he deserved it; plain and simple. His action affected the entire Iconomy and we dealt with him in the proper manner. “Blind Siding” is a very intelligent approach when it comes to situations like that and it’s nothing we can’t do to his face. It’s nice to see you will fight for what you believe in but all that bravado will get you hurt. It’s good to scream how you feel; it’s the only way to be heard in this industry, but maybe you should watch exactly who you are screaming to. If you keep making remarks like that you will only dig the hole deeper. I’ve seen what you can do in the ring and needless to say it’s not that impressive. Make no mistake, you’re easily the runner up as our opposition this week behind Eclipse and that’s not saying much considering who is on your side. If you wish to speak for Eclipse and even act as his sword and shield that is on you.. we will still maneuver around and deliver our fatal blows to win this match. By any means necessary. We will exploit any and all flaws to pick up this victory.. but with a randomly assembled team that doesn’t seem too difficult to do. Maybe you should spend less time worrying about what we’re doing and focus more on what Nick Angel is about to do to you. It’s no secret he’s the one gunning for you with everything and you’re just brushing him off.. that’s just a common mistake ignorant new elitist make quite often. Do what you will and we’ll continue to dominate just like we do.


Eclipse, It’s funny how you spent very little time on me when speaking about The Iconomy. You’re just so quick to jump the gun but haven’t even paid me much mind.. Am I not considered a threat to you? Maybe our last encounter left you a little brain dead for a moment.. or just the sheer fact you don’t have a damn thing on me. I laid you out and that’s that. I’ll pick up the slack you couldn’t in your place and I’ll make it further than you ever could, and ever will. You were never meant to be a conqueror.. you were just the warrior standing in the front with his spear facing forward. You were never the center piece and yet you act like you never knew that? Think before you speak. We made a “Big Fucking Mistake?!” No Eclipse. You made a big. fucking. mistake. The day you blew one of the biggest opportunities for The Iconomy.. The day you blew the fight against Hexa gun! You just can’t pull the trigger can you, Eclipse? Let’s throw Carson excuses aside. You have a team now.. face to face with the 3 men who put you down.. what are you going to do? Not a damn thing. We beat you down once and we will continue to beat you down! This is a never ending cycle for you, Eclipse! Take a real close look into my eyes and I can promise you will see the monster crumble to his knees by my hands.. The monster will fade away and expose just how weak you truly are.

 
(Sephiroth is shown reclining on a chair, his feet resting on top of a table infront of him and he’s holding magazine in his hand, the front cover of the magazine shows Donald Trump and Sephiroth celebrating in the ring while Piff Fumador and Kerry Keller and running away soaking in piss)

Hahahaha, this is comedy gold I tell ya. I can’t believe they put me on the fricken magazine cover of EAW issue of the month. No lame Santa Clauses or Ho Ho Ho Merry Christmas bullshit, nah, none of that but ME! The MAN of this company! And not only that but with the future president of the USA at my side, you really can’t argue when it comes to the best picture ever took of the decade. Someday this shot will be worth a million bucks when I’m the World Champion of this company.


Speaking of which, it so very much pains me that my next match will be against the likes of Piff Freakin Fumador. Like what the hell? I mean I won’t argue with management, but if you REALLY wanted to give a show to the fans you might’ve well made me face a more….erm…decent? Yeah that’s right a decent competitor. Not some drugged up hooligan who runs around in the locker room spreading nothing but smell of hemp and marijuana. I mean that’s all you’re know for in these parts right my man? Nothing but a druggie. I’m not even gonna waste my BREATH on ya. You see my actions speak for themselves. I don’t need to tell you what I can do, I’ll SHOW you what I can do, and what I do isn’t pretty. You see a little chat with Donald has taught even an outsider like me a few things: you can’t let people invade your country thinking it’s THEIR’S. Now while I don’t agree with it when it applies to people like ME, I mean lets face it I’m a world champion in the making, I’m an athlete, a fighter, a MAN everyone wishes here that they’d some day be, but I do agree with it when people like YOU are around. I’m dedicated my next match to you Mr. Trump. I’ll eliminate this Piff Fumador, and send him back to square one.


(Sephiroth sits up)


And of course Miss Serena, It’d be best if you stay out of this one honey, I’m a man of honor and while I can be a scumbag, I’m not a man who likes to get physical with a woman, atleast, not in the ring. Wink Wink Nudge Nudge? It’s a shame because you and Laura should’ve just been at the ringside while I beat Piff. Then we three could’ve gone somewhere more private to….spend our time together. Nevertheless, a fight is a fight and if you’re not afraid to fight a real man like me, then I won’t hold back ya got that? I hope you fight back though, I love it when girls are a little feisty. Heh.


Don’t test the waters people, because a shark like me might just bite your feet off.



(The screen fades to black)

Here's Vic Vendetta, telling me - very eloquently, I'll admit - the same story I've heard countless times in only two months. Many people here have alluded to the idea that time will finish me and that I'll eventually be forgotten as the new wave of wrestlers stand in my way and take my place.

I've beaten them. And, if Vic is to be believed, I've thus beaten time, time and time again. I'm not sure I possess THAT kind of power, but I do know that my career can be distinguished apart from the typical "cycle". I've provided evidence for that week after week. Cycles are written about in books; cycles like the cycle of rainwater, the Calvin Cycle, the tricarboxylic acid cycle... all that stuff that I'm not smart enough to study, as well as the stuff that made some scientists famous several decades ago. Scientists become famous nowadays by discovering little aspects of these cycles that throw the old theory off. They stand out among their peers because they're willing to challenge what was written in their undergraduate textbooks and add a few new pages to the story. I've stood out among my peers here already. Vic Vendetta provides a different challenge, as he won't be easy to outsmart, but he thinks he'll be the nail in my coffin when the coffin hasn't even been made. I'm nowhere close to the end. The "cycle" hasn't finished me yet because I'm not willing to simply subscribe to this hypothesis. I'm challenging it. I'm writing my own story instead of reading and reciting the retreaded stuff that so many people in this "period" of time seem to say.

The irritating thing about science is that a hypothesis can never be proven right - one would need infinite instances of supporting data while one piece of evidence that goes against the hypothesis ruins it altogether. I'll be the one man to prove Vic Vendetta's hypothesis wrong. Then, he'll have to start from scratch and with time, he can provide a great speech about the next one he comes up with.

I'll prove Vic wrong because right now, this isn't about the World Championship. This is about beating you, Vic. I'm not arrogant enough to think that I'm there yet; I know that where I am is here. If Utopia is a state of the universe being all together, then Dystopia is where we're at right now. It's reality. Your arguments, if you strip them of your fancy language, are the ones that are old, stale, and bound to be proven wrong.

I never thought you were terrified of me. But, go ahead and keep thinking that. It'll be the mistake that I'll exploit. There's no bluff for you to call. But, you'll think there's some subliminal meaning under everything I'm saying. Whatever, I suppose. That's up to you.