So it seems that Piff may have… Pissed off… Brayden Cruise at Showdown last week. Ay dios mio, you smelt worse than the shit that lurks in Eclipse Diemos’ beard, holmes. Let that be a lesson though not to get ahead of yourself, esé; You may have beat me two weeks ago, but Piff has beaten you before and Piff will beat you again. The embarrassment you felt when Dachs drenched you in his HIV laced piss will be nothing compared to the embarrassment you’ll feel when the New Breed title slips out of your buttery fingers right into the hands of EAW’s Finest Strain. And these hands aren’t just good for rolling class-A blunts, they’re also good for slapping down punks like you, amigo. But fortunately for you, Brayden, you’re banned from ringside when Mr. THC takes on Maxwell Ballsachs. It’s a good thing, meaning that they’ll be no more embarrassment for you, because if you come to ringside Piff is just going to get the better of you again, homie; and that glimmer of hope in your eye that you’re coming anywhere near the New Breed title is just gonna be a bad dream. Not just a bad dream, but a Kush Coma – an enziguri to the head coming at you straight from The Green King, Piff Fumador. So you better take note of James Shields and stay away from ringside for when Piff shows everyone in the arena and the millions watching at home, that Maxwell Dachs is nothing… but a dick.. sucking.. chump… And Piff will admit it, Dachs has got the better of Piff in every one of our encounters; Piff has never beaten Maxwell Dachs and it is INFURIATING, HOMBRE! But this week will bring an end to that, because Piff’s blunt rolling game has reached a new time high, rolling fatties that’d make the inner sleeve of Dr Dre’s The Chronic. If you know what that means then it means you know, and if you know then beware; because if Piff’s blunt rolling game is anywhere near his ass-kicking game then Maxwell Dachs is gonna feel el tornado and the wrath of EAW’s Finest Strain! He used to be a joker, but Piff’s always gonna be a smoker. Dachs always patronising Piff, saying shit like you’ll never get anywhere being a comedy man; ay dios mio, there’s no comedy, there is only Piff. Whether you laugh at Mr. THC or not, that’s besides the point. Dachs, you should FEAR Piff Fumador, because he is coming for your New Breed Title and there is nada you can do about it, esé. And when Piff beats you at this weeks Showdown, he DEMANDS a title shot! And then when Piff beats you AGAIN and wins that title… There will be no more New Breed title… You hear me? When the title is in the hands of Mr. THC Piff Fumador, it will be rechristened…
 
   
“And the winner…. Of the NEW STRAIN TITLE!.... EAW’S FINEST STRAIN…. PIFFFFFFFF FUMADOOOOOOOORRRRRRRR!!!!”

Samurai sat, waiting patiently as he cracked his fingers in anticipation for the set of guests who were about to arrive to his gym in San Jose, California. The gym had been established about two months ago during Samurai's fervor of winning the Interwire Title, especially with an increasing twitter, instagram, and facebook presence that had resulted in thousands of people asking where they could train with him. He had opened the Samurai Sentōki Fight Gym in downtown near 3rd and San Carlos, and it was quickly being hailed as one of top MMA gyms in all of California. It was already home to a lot of top fighters in Mixed Martial Arts and a large number of Elitist and Vixens came by to either train or use the gym equipment. Just the other day, Mr. DEDEDE had stopped by to get in a quick workout before going to Oakland to observe that night's Showdown, and he had nothing but nice things to say about not only the gym but Samurai's career as well.  Haruna Sakazaki stepped through the doors with a look of anguish on her face as she carried in a bag full of sparring gear while dressed in rash guard and leggings. 

Haruna Sakazaki: Why do I have to be here today?  

She huffed as she placed her bag down and started going through her gloves and knee pads. 

The Mexican Samurai: We got a surprise guest today. 

Haruna Sakazaki: I thought you were suppose to teach me how to be a winner but all I saw was you bleeding, laying on your back as Victor Vendetta held his championship in the air? 

Samurai gave her a glare as he noticed the guest of honor making his way through the door... it was Carlos Rosso and Mao. The receptionist walked up to Carlos and greeted him with a handshake and showed Carlos where Haruna and Samurai were standing, Carlos gave a smirk and proceeded to put his bags down as he walked over to where Samurai and Haruna were. It was tense in the room as both men squared off, not wanting to back down from each other until they started to laugh and gave a handshake. 

Carlos: Yo, you really had me going through those promos man. You come up with some creative shit, but I love the fact that you never backed down and decided to give one hundred percent.  

Samurai: Yeah, dude. I had no choice but to say the meanest stuff that I could think of, because I knew that if I could rile you up then it would be an absolute dogfight. Did we deliver in that ring or what? Can you believe that we are going to be tag partners? That's something that I've been waiting for ever since I first came to EAW.  
Carlos: Hey, Haruna! 

Haruna doesn't really say anything as she puts on her glove wraps and walks over towards Carlos, and as Carlos extends his hand, Haruna punches him in the gut. Carlos holds his stomach in obvious pain. 

Haruna: I heard all the disgusting things that you had to say about me, am I really that kind of little whore? 

Carlos: *Cough* I deserve....that.... *Cough* I was just trying to get under Samurai's skin... I'm glad to see you too. I invited someone else. 

Stephanie Matsuda came through the doors with sparring gear in her backpack. Samurai had heard rumors that she was gunning for him, so it begged to question why Matsuda was in Samurai's gym, especially with one of her most famous rivals just across the floor. Miss Matsuda never made eye contact with Samurai as she threw her backpack on the floor. Haruna and Stephanie stared at one another for just a second before Haruna started putting on her shin pads.
 
Stephanie Matuda:  I came, Carlos. 

Carlos: I'm in the middle of training Clou... I mean Stephanie.  

The Mexican Samurai: What? She wants to take on Haruna again? 

Haruna turned at the sight of that comment and made her way towards Matsuda. 

Haruna Sakazaki: Let me guess, you can't get over the fact that I beat you fair and square in the middle of the ring? Can't you just piss off from my life for just one second? You brought her to fight me didn't you, Carlos? 

Carlos: Actually, I brought her because she wanted to fight someone else, plus, Samurai suggested that I show you some of my arsenal so that we can make you even stronger. So Haruna, you are going to spar with me, because I want to see your fighting spirit! 

Carlos and Haruna went over towards the punching bags as Samurai gave him a look of confusion. Samurai turned over to Stephanie who appeared to be visibly shaken.
  
Stephanie Matsuda: I could care less about Haruna.... I'm not here to fight Haruna. I'm here to officially challenge you right now and your little Millennium because I haven't forgotten for one second everything that you told me in Japan. I'm going to show you that my reality is bigger than your Millennium.

Samurai smirked.

Mexican Samurai: Oh, is that right? I did what was absolutely necessary in order to get you the fuck away from Haruna; it wasn't my fault that my words would absolutely destroy you to the point of wanting to prove yourself against me. Your war is with yourself, it isn't with me because you are one of the most frail and weakest human beings that I've met. Your "reality" that you claim is nothing more a yearning for the Millennium that I've created, the Interwire Title that I hold around my waist and the EAW Championship shot that I've been given at Grand Rampage.  

Stephanie Matsuda: All these grand delusions filled with an egotism that beckons the Millennials who cry and whine about "social justice" and sensitivity issues. Someone needs to put that ego back into check and to show you the true reality of our situation, how a real person learns to adapt and grow and eventually conquer. I've been training over the last couple weeks in order to defeat you.  

Mexican Samurai: Is that so? You really think that you can compare me to everyone else you've fought in this company? I can see in your eyes that you fear me, because you see the Millennium that surrounds me and how it has elevated me to a completely different level than anyone else. You wanna know what the true "reality" is? The fact that Cloud Matsuda … I'm sorry, "Stephanie Matsuda" is nothing more than a perpetual loser who will achieve not even a tenth of what I can offer this industry. A woman who is drowned in sorrow, torture and emotion that she inflicts upon herself and yet, she thinks that she can defeat someone who stands in a completely different plane. I'm the Generation Generator, the person who will create a new Millennium within EAW. 

Stephanie Matsuda: Why don't you fight me then? 

Mexican Samurai: I have nothing to prove to you... Come back when you learn how to control your emotions. I'm already in the process of training someone who will be one of the greatest of all time. 

Stephanie starts boiling with anger as she can't control of the hatred that resides within her, she looks as if she is going to explode.
 
Stephanie Matsuda: I WILL NOT LEAVE UNTIL I FIGHT YOU SAMURAI!!! 

Mexican Samurai: I will not fight you, because you don't deserve to fight me. 

A tear falls down the cheek of Stephanie who can't seem to control her anger. 

Stephanie Matsuda: I WILL SHOW YOU THAT I HAVE WHAT IT TAKES TO DEFEAT YOU. 

Stephanie charges Samurai who side-steps out of the way and slyfully dodges a left jab and a right uppercut. Haruna and Carlos both stop their training and so does everyone else, as they all stare at the fight that is taking place in the middle of the gym. Stephanie starts charging again with a left hook but Samurai ducks, comes in and trips Matsuda down to the mat much like he tripped Haruna when they sparred. Stephanie gets up in a huff, and tries to down a kick to the ribs but Samurai catches the kick and sends Stephanie across the mat with an Uchi-Mata. 

Mexican Samurai: I thought you trained to defeat me, c'mon!! Show me what you learned, Cloud. 

Stephanie gets up once again and attempts to dive in with a double leg takedown but Samurai sprawls out and presses Matsuda's face to the mat. Matsuda tries to go for a kneebar but Samurai switches position and mounts Matsuda almost immediately and feigns as if he was throwing an elbow to the head of Stephanie Matsuda who is trying to buck wildly.

Mexican Samurai: You would have lost already... 

Stephanie grunts and screams as she tries to escape the position, tears are filling her eyes and Samurai lets up and starts to get off. 

Mexican Samurai: Are we done? 

Stephanie Matsuda: *Sniff* I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!! 

Stephanie charges again and throws a three punch combination with the third punch landing right on the nose of Samurai, as Samurai's nose starts to trickle blood. Samurai is pissed as he dodges another right cross and then retaliates and throws a right palm strike that floors Matsuda down to the ground who struggles to get up in a haze.  Samurai mounts the back of Stephanie and sinks in a rear-naked choke as Matsuda is trying to break free. 

Mexican Samurai: You don't realize that My Millennium has already taken an effect on you? You are becoming stronger because I have influence you to become a better person, but you will never be able to beat me. I'll always be stronger than you because you continue to live in the reality of all the rest of the people.  

Stephanie is about to pass out when Carlos comes and breaks the grip of Samurai. Stephanie collapses on the mat struggling to breathe as Samurai stands up and walks away. Stephanie gets up crying and tries to attack Samurai again but Carlos quickly grabs her and starts taking her out the front door as she continues to attempt to get to Samurai. 

Stephanie Matsuda: YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!!! I HAVE TO BEAT YOU!!! I ABSOLUTELY HAVE TO WIN!!! 

Samurai doesn't look back as he walks up to Haruna. Carlos drags Stephanie out the doors as Mao grabs Matsuda's bag and takes it with her. Samurai wipes his own blood and licks it. 

Samurai: I have to admit that she is good, but let that be a lesson, always make sure that you are able to control your anger because muddled thinking produces muddled fighting.
 
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Things are starting to finally get closer to my opportunity to claim the title that has been held so conveniently around the waist of Victor Vendetta over the last few months. There has been a wave of fanaticism that has been sweeping over Elite Answers Wrestling, and that is the substantial buzz that I have a very, very strong chance of taking that belt from your grubby little hands. I've seen Victor Vendetta do nothing but clutch at a string in which all of his hard work over the last five years, can just float away if he doesn't keep his grip strong. Lioncross said it best, I haven't seen the real Victor Vendetta in quite a while, especially during a time in which he is suppose to be the representative that shows the world why Showdown is the very best brand in all of Elite Answers Wrestling. I've seen none of that, in fact, all I've seen is nothing more than a disappointment and someone who just squeaks by with the lowest amount of effort possible. 

Lioncross, you have every right not to be so trustful of Victor Vendetta because he might not even show up to help you win. Think of this as nothing more than a two-on-one handicap match because that is exactly what this will be.  Carlos and I tore the roof down a week ago but after all this hard training and sparring together, we are now on the way to making a two-man power trip.  You have the Interwire and CWF Champion on the same team, I couldn't imagine a more powerful alliance in my Millennium and the funny this is that anything that I dream up in my Millennium ends up happening. I'm no-longer the fresh-faced young kid who screamed "bloody murder" over the fact that Lioncross was higher on the card than I was on a random FPV, because I've shown that I belong to be on the top of the card with all the other main event level talent that has climbed their way to where they are at. I've taken on some of the biggest names in the industry and I haven't even been here for a year, plus it seems as though everyone has a target on my back because they know that a win over me can lead them into superstardom. It's just like what Mr. DEDEDE said, could I handle all the pressure of being the top dog in the company? I believe that I can, I believe that I can achieve more than what Lioncross was able to do in CWF and I'll finally have my chance to show that I can beat him. 

We faced off only one time and you won, LC. If you look in the grand timeline of things, that was a century ago. I've improved by so much, so quickly, that you have no choice but to acknowledge that I'm the Generation Generator of Our Millennium. I'm the one Elitist that will be defined by the people of our age, the trending hashtag that will never leave the boards. As you continue to fumble around with your phone and try to type out messages longer than 140 characters, I'm going to show the world that I'm going to be their next champion. That I'm going to do what very few men have done... and that is destroy Victor Vendetta in the middle of the ring and cap off one of the greatest rookie years in EAW history.

 
 
 

Voltage and Battleground

Last week wasn’t the best week for me. Not only did I fail to win the ladder match to be a Grand Rampage’s participant, but I also the one who got the most damaged out of all the competitors. I was bleeding, bruised, and battered. I thought for once I might be not getting up and needing an ambulance truck to drive me home. I thought for once it was the end of the world. But somehow and someway I still managed to hear the fans’ support and scream towards me. I dot know why they have so many faith on me. I mean I’m not blaming them to have a role-model figure, I’m not blaming myself to have so much charisma, but for them to support someone like me who is still pretty new to this company? It’s a very huge special affections for me.

While I didn’t really win anything I still managed to prove something: that I’m a better ass kicker than Berretta is. I was closed enough to make him fall from the ladder without even trying to throw him away, but a coward idiotic punk individual by the name of Liam Catterson used his dirty cheap tactics to me not only once, but twice! Despite I lost, I proved him that I’m a legit threat to his spot.

But that’s enough. I’m here not to waste my air time to talk about Berretta or even Liam . I got 2 matches this week in England. I I have to win these 2 matches so I can go further from my current spot. It’s a good thing actually, so I can get more experienced and get more knowledge how to be a success in this company.

What really funny is, my 2 opponents also have a mutual common with me. One opponent lost his chance to be a grand rampage’s qualifier, while my other opponent got bleeding, bruised, and battered just like me last week. I have to redeem myself but I know my 2 opponents won’t let me do so easily becase they are on the same situaton with me. I believe they will exploit everything they have in their arsenal, but that’s what I expect from them. I want them to be on their best so I can really show them how great I really am in the ring when I pin them 1-2-3. Yes, I’m a confident guy, you two should know that.

Let’s start with the lady first shall we? Clo....I mean Stephanie Matsuda. Matsuda, I just heard what you said about me and you know what? Thank you for your compliment saying that I’m a good wrestler in the ring, I really mean it. I’m a huge fan of you myself. Not trying to discredit J.D. Damon who is a good competitor as well, but you young lady, you are a great one. The fans loves you, hell I love you myself...not in a romantic way anyway, so it’s a really damn pleasure for me to step up in the ring againts you. I know you are changing your wrestling style so I think you are curious how your new style will work for you. You can use any styles all you want in the ring Matsuda, I have my own fighting style myself that called “I’ll whoop your ass”. I have no hatred towards you, but as I said before, I’m here to make a name for myself so despite you are a woman I won’t go easy on you. I don’t think you want any mercy from me do you? You want me to be on my best right Matsuda? You’re gonna get one hell of one of the best matches in your career againts yours truly. Listen dummy, I know you are prepared enough to go toe to toe againts me, I can see your spirit towards the future. I believe you are a legend in the making, and don’t doubt yourself that you won’t make it into Pain of Pride Main Event because I know you are capable enough for that. But no matter how valuable your name is to this company, hell to the wrestling world in general, it will always be written that this “Pokemon” beat the Blasian Barbie on 26th April 2016 edition of Battleground. Now are YOU ready enough for that?

Enough about you Matsuda, now I’m going to changed my focused on J.D. Damon. J.D., I have said that you are a good wrestler, you are a former Pure Champion and it’s already a great achievment in this company. What happened to both of us last week shouldn’t be a problem. 2 great wrestlers like us can get anything in an instant. I’m just a harder worker than you though. You were in a better shape last week than me and yet you can’t get up to your feet after I hit you with just one T-Bone Suplex? Call it a dirty tactic if you want because I “accidentally” hit your head on a ladder, but didn’t you see how mess up I am? Do you even have a pure heart of a wrestler? J.D., you are a great wrestler and all that and you are so talented, but you don’t have a passion for this business. That’s what makes me better than you. I’m definitely an asshole yes, I’m a loud-mouth bastard indeed, but despite my pretty face got covered with blood I still wanted to win that match really bad. Sadly, I didn’t win but neither did you. Now I look for our encounter in Voltage with no ladders and other competitors when we can trade blows to each-other until one of us passed out. It will be you.

And that’s not an insult, THAT is just a fact of life!

April 18

This was something I should've expected. With the kind of friends and family I have, one could see this a mile away. Perhaps I was too caught up with Charlie's random ass kickings, but why wouldn't the ones I love throw me a birthday party?

As soon as I walked through the door of my home, out comes Aria and Lauryn from behind the couch,  before everyone else, silly hats and all.

"Happy birthday!" They exclaimed simultaneously.

Everyone else came out of their hiding places: Angie, Serenity, Aren, Chris, and last but not least Cailin from the kitchen.

"Sorry," apologized my Baelin with a shrug. "I was too lazy to hide somewhere creative."

"It doesn't matter anyway," Serenity said. "Aria and Lauryn got all trigger happy before we finished counting."

"Hey! We couldn't help ourselves!" Aria said, defending her actions.

"Yeah!" joined in Lauryn. "We rarely see Steph these days!"

"True..." Cailin agreed, crossing her arms.

I had some explaining to do later.

Everyone else gathered around with hugs and more birthday wishes. Chris looked around for a moment as if something (or someone) was missing.

"Yo Mike!" He yelled. "You can come out now!"

Somehow Big Mike was able to fit in my closest. Dismissing the urge to question the possibility of such a feat, I just stood there in awe as Big Mike walked out, rubbing his eyes.

"Yo...it's time already?" He asked sleepily.

Chris was flabbergasted. "You was sleeping!?"

Big Mike replied with a simple shrug of his enormous shoulders. Aria shook her head and went to the kitchen. I thanked everyone individually, grateful for their birthday wishes. Aria came out with a birthday cake, twenty-seven candles and all. The experience as a whole was unreal. It's been a while since I celebrated my birthday. The last time was with Eddie King. My birthday was also our anniversary...and the day he proposed.

Yeah, my life is like that.

Later on, I went up to the rooftop while everyone else danced the night away. I needed some time to gather my thoughts, to prepare for the next stage in my career. I had $120,000 in cash to play with. A notification popped up on my phone. Next week I was to fight Nobi. Another Elitist?

Maybe Matsuda is the new Cam...but cuter.


What's a Nobi?

No seriously. I thought you was a Pokémon when I first heard your name, but lo and behold you're quite the ass kicker. Because I didn't know much about you, i decided to scour the interwebs to see what I can dig up about you. At first glimpse you seem to be to Indonesia what Ares V is to Japan...whatever that means. You're good in the ring...I'll give you that much. But my dear Nobi, this match means so much more than a match between colleagues. I'm on the rebound and 19 matches away from a world title shot. I have no time to waste. I know I won't make a Pain for Pride main event, but My Reality isn't about the immediate future right now. It's about a year from now when I'm butting heads with the best in the business. It's about me taking on the world and learning a new lesson which each battle. 

This is just a pit stop on my journey Nobi nothing more nothing less. I don't doubt for a minute that you'll teach me a few new tricks. I'll even bet you'll come close to victory. You won win though. It's an uncreative thing to say but it's an obvious truth, a confirmed reality. My end game is waiting for me at the end of the tunnel. I have no choice but to ready myself and dive into The Fight once more. It's not the first time nor will it be the last we engage with the foe with nothing more than pride on the line. But, I have more than pride to protect. I'm fighting for equality and  family. I drifted from my path...but I'm beginning to find my way back. Will you help me? If so, then bring your best. You best be sure I will surely bring mine.

Do you ever go outside and feel the crisp air hit your face? Do you ever walk around and hear a slight crunch underneath your feet as you stomp away on the grass? Do you ever look up into the dark, angry sky and think about your goals and dreams? Do you ever look at yourself in your grimy mirror and wonder if you’re the man you were born to be? Are you human? Do you have emotions? Do you know how it feels like to be rejected? Do you know how it feels like to have people look at you and think the worst? Look at you and think you’re a low class citizen? I have a feeling that these questions also linger in your mind throughout the day. I guess we have something in common, Ryan. It’s so nice to know.
 
Maybe I’m being biased or maybe I’m being reasonable when I say that I think it’s pathetic that you’re willing to put your pride on the line for a couple of parasites that feed off of one another and can’t stand on their own. I mean come on, Ryan, there are so many other people you can join forces with to show your true potential. You have the same damn dysfunctional processing system just like Maddie. You’re both looking for homes, for places where you can feel like you’re not judged or belittled. If you were to find your home, if you were to really find your family then you wouldn’t need to prove yourself. Take me, for example, I never had to prove myself to Hexa-Gun because they knew what I was capable of. They knew back then that my run as Vixens Champion was going to be a legendary one. They knew that by looking me in my beautiful brown eyes. You think the Sanatorium is going to bring you success? You’re delusional. You hear people like Eclipse and Maddie say that they got your back. Man, they don’t have your back. You hear Eclipse say that he’ll hook you up with any sort of match that you can think of just because he’s “fond of you.” Do you not realize this is all a big joke? You think he’s going to get your name in the lime lights without expecting something in return? The moment they see you tumbling down is the same moment they’ll ditch you and leave you on your own. That family isn’t worth you having to prove yourself. But what’s the point telling you all of this? Are you going to miraculously change your mind and go back to finding your own identity? I highly doubt it. Once you realize that this entire thing is nothing but a mistake I hope you remember me. I hope you sit on your ass as the entire world laughs at you and think “Eris was right all along.”
 
But of course, you may be thinking “What do you know?!” Oh, I know a lot. I know a whole lot more than you, Ryan. I know when people manipulate one another and right now I could mistake you for Eclipse Diemos’ puppet. How convenient that my opponent before my title match at Grand Rampage is against one of the strongest players of the game. (Physically, of course. We all know you’re dumb as shit, Ryan.) Can’t you see that they’re just using you?! Maddie wants my head on a silver platter but the only thing she’ll feel after our Voltage match is fear and regret. Fear because the woman she’s going to face in a couple of days just whopped a grown man’s ass and regret because she just messed with the wrong person. She’s trying to weaken me so she can have an easier time at Grand Rampage but unfortunately for her, things won’t be going her way. Or your way, Ryan.
 
I understand that this match is incredibly important for you but it’s important for me as well. You claimed that you’ve clawed your way to this point and that you’re going to unleash this monster that you speak of, but I don’t buy it. This monster that you claim to have within doesn’t grow over night. You don’t wake up one morning feeling like a fierce bitch. No, you are born with this intensity inside. You are born with the willing to fight your way to get what you want. YOU ARE BORN WITH THE RESILIENCE; YOU ARE BORN WITH THE WILL-POWER. This bipolar, crazy, angry, intimidating, fuckwit of a champion is going to show you what it’s like to be in the ring with a woman who loves what she does. Despite the conflict, despite the drama I will always give my 100 percent in ALL of my matches, unlike you. I saw the way you sloppily made your way during our Hexa-Gun vs Team Cross match. You were the weakest link of the group and I know that it eats you up inside hearing me say that. The Sanatorium can’t bring you success because you are quite frankly one of the biggest fucking losers I’ve ever met. Here I thought that I was going to get an intelligent opponent who will willingly give me a fair fight. But you, of course, decide to not even take me into consideration because of who I am and what I stand for. The Vixens division is a force that continues to grow by the second. We have an influx of talent coming from all over the world. I am put to the test every time a new indy chick comes and signs up. I clench my title at the sight of rookies training day in and day out knowing that their goal is to come take this away from me. I am ready to fight, Ryan, and I’m not afraid to get down and dirty. Your little friends may be at ringside but my focus is going to be all on you. Maddie may be yelling any insult her dumb brain can think of but all I’m going to be focused on is pinning your ass to the ground for three seconds. Heh, think about it Ryan. All I need is three seconds to ruin your career, to ruin any momentum you may have. All I need is three seconds to send you back to the locker room with your head down in shame. All I need is three seconds to ruin you. Three seconds.
 
Three seconds.
 

Does that sound doable to you? Does that seem more realistic to you, Ryan? Sorry to break it to ya, but I’m not going under the champions you’ve beat list. I’m going to be under your “People I plan to kill” list and I have no problem with that. It’s just another day in the life of a champion. Oh Ryan, if only you knew how that felt…

 
 
Just because I know how much you guys hate it when I say this I am going to say it again... I TOLD YOU SO!  I won yet again on Battleground and earned myself another easy 20k.  Yup that's right this scrub did it yet again when all you other below average scrubs said I couldn't.  Even after the ref thought kicking Big Mike out of my corner would help me lose.  I still came out on top because that's what I do! I knew all those idiots thought to themselves "Oh, thank God Big Mike is finally gone. We can finally win now".  Well guess again before you ever doubt me!  I won the match like I said I would and I will again on Showdown and claim my spot as the number one contender for the Interwire Championship!
 
 
I'm sure you all heard when I got called Mr.Multi-Man Match by HYC.  These are my type of matches and if anyone in this battle royal honestly thinks they have a chance of dumping me over the top rope.  Well their sadly mistaken.   I mean I am practically being handed the contender ship.  It’s like I said before EAW throws me in the ring with these “Elitist” because they are unwanted and wasted talent here in EAW.  And I just happen to be the garbage man.   I just happen to be Death knocking on the doors of these so called “Men” careers.   Not a single man is going to get me over that top rope and my two feet to touch the ground no matter how hard they try.  The years of being in the 24/7 Battle Royale is going to pay off once and for all.   However not only am I being handed this title shot I am giving everyone just a little taste of what to expect at Grand Rampage.   I will dump EACH and every single of these “Men” over the rope.  I will be the only one with eliminations in this match.  Just to show everyone all the talk I do after I win a match or backstage isn’t just talk.  It’s FACT!  This really is just the beginning of what to expect from me going into Grand Rampage.
 
 
Ah, isn’t it the big bad wolf.  Terry Chambers.  You were going to kick my ass on Showdown? Please explain to me how you were going to do that? I mean you lost to Rex not once not twice but THREE times.  But I’m supposed to believe you would have beat my ass?  Come on Terry can you at least think before you speak and not say the first generic thing that pops into your head?  I know that’s difficult for you to do since everything you say is pretty damn generic.  At least try though maybe say the second or third most generic thing to come to your mind and hopefully that sounds better.   I mean me and whoever else is listening to you right now can’t really expect more from you.   I mean I think I’m the only one who actually sits down and waste my life hearing you speak.  And that’s only because I have to so I can hear what you have to say about me.  Whoever else who listens to you speak and isn’t facing you and it isn’t about me they must have like a death wish or something.  Terry whether I was facing you or facing Brayden would have been a gimme victory so let’s not act like your any better okay?  It wasn’t no weird shit going on.  James Shields knew what he was doing I would of beat whoever they put in my way.  Whether it was you or Brayden or hell even both of you.  Either way I would have walked out the victor and you would have been saying the same thing you are now, but to someone else.  How you’re gonna kick their ass and all this other bullshit how.  I got lucky and now you’re going to take all your anger out on your next opponent.  Then you finally get in the ring with said opponent and he ends up beating you too.   See Terry you’re my only real competition in the match.  Don’t take that as some sort of compliment or anything because when you look at who’s in the match other than myself it’s not really saying much.   It’s likely if I don’t dump all of you over that top rope at the same time we’ll be the last two.  However that won’t last long because I will make quick work of you.  See Terry I have a bunch of nick names whether it’s Mr.                200 Percent, Fresh Prince of Showdown, God’s Given Greatness or even my newest one.  Mr. Multi-Man Match I don’t have nicknames like Terry “I haven’t been good since NEO” Chambers.   Or Terry “I’m some big bastard who says a lot of generic shit” Chambers.    I dodged no bullet Terry YOU are the one who dodged a bullet.   I just happened to dodge one of those little plastic basketballs that your annoying little brother keep throwing at you that’s all.  And it’s something I’m not scared of taking and throwing out the fucking window so it leaves me alone.   It doesn’t matter how focused you because at the end of the day all your focus is going to be on the ground when I dump you over the top rope onto the ground.   I am your biggest competition and no matter what corny scenario you use to dodge it you know deep down it’s true.  After Showdown I promise yet AGAIN.  That I will come out here and I will be saying I TOLD YOU SO! While you beg to leave to Dynasty or Voltage where it’s easier for you.  Matter of fact scratch that you’ll beg for them to bring NEO back so you actually can mean something to a brand.   Terry after this you might as well call the quits and look for another career.  Because wrestling isn’t for you.  It’s never been for you…

SHOWDOWN PROMO #1

"Narrowing The List"


---The scene opens on a beautiful night in Hollywood and the camera is focused on the Hollywood sign lit up bright in the distance and it zooms in and Terry Chambers pops in front of the camera standing in front of the Hollywood sign dressed wearing a t-shirt that says "BARBARIC CARNIVORE" on the front and says "GOD'S GIFT TO WRESTLING" on the back and he is also wearing white silky sweats and Kobe XI's and Terry Chambers takes a deep breathe and begins to speak into the camera---

Terry Chambers: You are likely wondering why I'm here....just standing in front of the Hollywood sign all alone in the dark! Well first I just like the view, and second, because I needed a good place to have my thoughts listened to uninterrupted! Just look at this place....Hollywood...where dreams come true and the place you know you have made it if you are doing some sort of project here! But to be honest there is a lot of things to dislike about this place, there's a lot of tourists, young kids who don't know how to act, and the new LA football team is the fucking Rams of all teams, Clippers won't make it out of the second round of the playoffs and the only other GREAT thing in this town just retired, Kobe Bryant, which is why I am wearing his shoes right now! The whole point I am trying to fixate here is that the only great thing bout this town is ME! And it is no different in EAW as I am the only GREAT thing in that company, not just mediocre or good like most of those idiots who don't know how to wrestle that EAW hired! Now last week I was set to take on Chris Elite and teach him a lesson in respect but something happened, I don't know what the fuck it was, but I ended up facing Rex McAllister and I wasn't focused because I didn't have any time to prepare, Rex didn't beat me, Xavier Williams did, because I had Rex right where I wanted to and right when I was about to hear Rex's hand smacking that mat and make my long awaited impact, old man Xavier Williams gave him the assist and Rex picked up the cheap victory and proving what I have been saying about him has been true all along, Rex is nothing more than a cheap!

---Terry Chambers takes a selfie standing in front of the Hollywood sign then puts his phone away and begins to speak into the camera once again---

Terry Chambers: Me and Rex will meet up again someday and that day will be haunting Rex in his dreams! Now I move on to other business, this week on Showdown..I have a opportunity...a opportunity to become the #1 contender for Mexican Samurai's Interwire championship! At first when I heard this news I began to feel like EAW was finally recognizing my talent and was going to put me in the ring with somebody that is worth my time but no, then my agent told me it was a battle royal! The I felt like EAW was taking Terry Chambers for granted once again by just throwing him in a battle royal with a bunch of guys, but then my agent told me who my opponents were and I just laughed my ass off! To be honest, I should be making this message to send out to Mexican Samurai but I am a fair guy and will give some opinions on these scrubs I am going to throw over the top rope one by one easily!

---Terry Chambers takes out his phone and googles the match card for Showdown and then sees the list of names in the battle royal and begins to speak---

Terry Chambers: Ah here we are, first we got Owen Kade! The kid is not too bad in my honest opinion, the kid impresses me a bit, just a little bit and I think he might have a bright future ahead of him, BUT......that is only if he stays out of the way of Terry Chambers! Because if he doesn't, he is going to wind up in a hospital bed come Sunday morning and when he wakes up in the hospital he isn't even going to know why he's there! Me and Owen have a bit in common actually, we both have wrestled in many promotions around the world, grew up in the horrible state of Michigan, and as a kid we could just kick anybody's ass anytime we wanted to just because we felt like it! The difference between me and Owen is, Owen fought in weaker promotions, Owen grew up in Battle Creek which is better than Detroit where I grew up, and the kids he was fighting back in school were twigs and I was kicking kids asses who were 10 years older than me that has been to jail! The main thing I am trying to say here is that Owen Kade is NOTHING compared to God's Gift to Wrestling, and he, just like everybody else here in EAW, should be carrying my damn bags and getting my Gatorade!

---Terry Chambers reads off another name from his phone---

Terry Chambers: Next up we got a scrub that goes by the name of Apex Nitro! I know Apex, the guy is new to this business and he wants to make a name for himself and wants to beat his demons, in his past he was robbing banks and was trying to avoid the police at any cost! I guess growing up in Detroit will do that to you! I know about this young guy because I squared off with him before on the independent circuit and to nobody's surprise, I made quick work of Apex and I T5'ed his ass straight to heel and he has been scared of me ever since when we come eye to eye somewhere in public! The guy is only just learning the fundamentals of wrestling and I can for sure say he won't get farther than the EAW training center! The guy has an opportunity of a damn lifetime this Saturday but the only way he will contribute in any way in this battle royal is being one less guy in the battle royal away from me being the #1 contender for the Interwire Championship! I don't even have to scout this guy, the guy is greener than baby shit! And hey, instead of robbing banks, I MADE bank!

---Terry Chambers scrolls down on his phone and reads off another name---

Terry Chambers: Next up, we have a fella named Tom Harper! He is another guy who is brand new! He is new to Elite Answers Wrestling and he has had what...one or two matches so far? I watched one of them and to no surprise, I didn't like him at all! This guy to me is a complete joke and him being here I think just makes fun of the art that is professional wrestling, yes I am THAT disgusted with what I had seen! The guy is green in the ring plus he is just too...nice! Being nice and trying to get popular and trying to become a fan favorite will get you NOTHING in this business, I have seen guys like Tom Harper in the business before, and I have rarely seen their careers last very long! Guys like Tom Harper come and go every other week and this week on Showdown I will make sure to destroy Tom before I toss him over that top rope like the piece of garbage that he is and I will have the cycle continue of guys like Tom coming and going here in this industry!

---Terry Chambers looks down at his phone again and reads off yet another name---

Terry Chambers: Let's see who else do we got? There is this one guy named Basilio Vasquez, and just like Tom Harper, he is new and horrible in the ring! What the hell is EAW doing giving me all these new guys? Are they trying to give me a good warm up or make me look strong going to to defeat Mexican Samurai for the Interwire title? Basilio is no different from anybody else in this match, he is new, horrible, and is only in this match to make Terry Chambers look good! I am going to keep this short, I don't like foreign wrestlers, there is all kinds of different styles that different countries use when wrestling...but welcome to the USA Basilio...and this Saturday on Showdown, I am going to have your illegal ass packing to fly back to Cuba after I kick your ass in that wrestling ring not USA style, but Terry Chambers style! I also want to see your visa when you enter the ring this week!

---Terry Chambers sits down on a rock and reads off another name---

Terry Chambers: And now we shift gears and turn our attention to Superstar Jones! As usual, the guy is nothing different from mediocre! Don't get me wrong, I respect his work ethic back in school winning state championships in two different sports and then coming back from a serious injury to make an impact! I respect all of that because I also won a state championship in amateur wrestling my senior year in high school and came back from WORSE injuries than his ankle one and I have made bigger impacts, but you are just flat out mediocre, there's no other way to describe you! I feel you might go on to do a couple good things here in EAW, but how can you do that when you are bedridden? I advise to you man to just stay out of my way and if we cross paths in that battle royal, it would be in your best interests to just eliminate yourself before something bad really happens to you! I don't want to have to end you, but I will if my arm keeps getting yanked!

---Terry Chambers reads off the last name and chuckles and then speaks into the camera---

Terry Chambers: And not but not least...Chris Elite! The man I was originally supposed to face last week on Showdown but some weird ass shit happened and we switched opponents! I had a competitive match with Rex in which I was screwed the fuck out of while Chris was fed that joke Brayden Cruise....I mean it can't get any easier than that right Chris? Enjoy your gimme victory because this week on Showdown is my gimme victory and lets be real honest here Chris, I was going to kick your ass last week on Showdown if the match took place and you dodged a SERIOUS bullet and your career remains intact for at least one more week but this week on Showdown I am more focused than ever and there will be no place to run or hide! I will be sure to mess and toy around with you before I toss you over the top rope! People are saying you are my biggest competition in this match come Saturday night, and I say those people are the reason Trump is likely to become our next president!

---Terry Chambers puts the phone in his pocket and gets serious and speaks in to the camera---

Terry Chambers: Some people just don't get it...this match means everything to me! My impact got put on hold for yet another week and this IS the week it WILL happen! I want this match more than any on of these posers in this match because getting to the top of the mountain here in EAW and being the greatest of all time is my main goal and it has been eating me alive every second of every day! This match is no sweat to me because almost every one of these scrubs I just talked about are new to the business or they are just no match for me inside of that squared circle! I am going to send a little message to Mexican Samurai, I would advise you watch me decimate everybody in that battle royal this coming week and take some notes! I am coming for YOU! So keep that championship warm for me why don't you? Thank you!

---Terry Chambers stands in front of the Hollywood sign and the camera pans away in the distance to Terry standing in front of the bright Hollywood sign and the camera fades to black---

Dynasty Promo










The scene opens on a late afternoon inside the Executive Suite at the Grand America Hotel in West Valley City, Utah.  It's here that we find EAW's Self-Proclaimed Social Media Champion "Picture Perfect" Mark Michaels entering the room along with his entourage consisting of his agent Johnny J, and his Personal Assistant T.J. Yoder, all of whom's body language, reads of near exhaustion from the battles that match has had in the ring this past week, on top of all the late nights of travel to get there.  




Michaels: "My god, is everything in this town tacky, and outdated?"


Johnny: "Hmm, the online reviews said this that this was the best hotel in town."

Michaels: "Whoever said that deserves a kick in the crotch.  This hotel is beneath me, hell the entire town of West Valley City is beneath me, and can someone please tell me why a man of my standards, is stuck in this hell hole?"


Johnny: "Because you have a match with Nico Borg this Friday night."


The expression on Michaels' face changes from one of contempt, and anger, to that of confusion.


Michaes: "Who the fuck is Nico Borg?"



Johnny: "Some religious nut job, who I think has a hard on for Donny Osmond."


Michaels: "You mean I'm a little bit rock and roll Donny Osmond?  Jesus, first there was the clown RedRum, and now this. How many of these over hyped, under developed, no name, freaks, do I have to run thru before I'm finally given my due?  I should be getting my rematch for the New Breed Championship, instead I'm going to have to swat another fly who was too stupid to not step in the ring with me!  I swear, I am so pissed right now I..."


Johnny (interrupting): "If you think mad now, wait till you hear the shit he was talking about you."


Johnny pulls his Iphone 6 out of his pocket, and holds up the screne for Michaels to view a transcript of Borg's tirade.  


 
Michaels: "What?  Irrelevant?  Poor Performance?  Did he not see me kick Lucian's Samoan ass all over the Bell Center last week?


Johnny: "I guess not, which is a shmae because you were amazing that night, and just barely cam up short."


Michaels: "How dare this this jackass even think about questioning my Perfection?  It's an undeniable fact that I am the greatest professional athlete to ever lace up a pair of boots, just ask my followers, they'll tell you.  And even if somehow I was everything I claim to be, I'm still more than this nutjob could ever hope to be.  I've been fighting wars with the best that EAW has to offer, and tearing up pathetic peons like Nico in my down time.  This fucker must be crazy if he thinks that I'm not going to beat the ever loving shit out him from bell to bell.  This Friday night, When Nico is on his knees, it won't be praying to his god for salvation, he'll be begging ME to take mercy on him.  


But in case you're wondering, he won't be finding any.  This Friday, He'll be a christian that's thrown to the biggest, hungriest, lion in the den, and the last thing he'll hear, is the ovation of my followers shaking the foundation of the Maverick Arena, right before I devour him whole! And from there I'm going  to fly first class to Southbend, Indiana,  roll right into Norte Dame Stadium, and proceed to do the same thing I'm gonna do to Nico, to the thirty nine poor, unfortunate assholes who'd be foolish enough to try and stand in the ring with me.  And after I toss the last pea brain, fuckboy, loser over the top rope, I'll be on my way to the main event of Pain For Pride.  This is my time, and not even an act of god can stop it!


Because I am the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the Hash Tag Hero to millions upon millions of followers from every corner, nook, and cranny of the world.  These followers have seen that I am the unquestioned embodiment of Perfection, and the total package of Looks, charisma, and in ring talent that is unmatched by any other.  They know that I am not a false prophet like Nico over here, that is why they have declared me to be their undisputed Social Media Champion.  They have embraced that I am the Destiny of Dynasty, the Brightest Burning Star that EAW will ever know, and most importantly, the man who is going to crucify Nico Borg, live before the whole world on Dynasty.  So get ready Nico, becuase despite what the voices in your head are telling you, you will be Picturing THAT!"


WITH THAT THE VIDEO FADES TO BLACK.

Waking up, looking at the card for the upcoming Dynasty, and seeing that I have a match always puts me in a good mood.

It’s a wonderful way to start the day, knowing that I should expect another thrill this weekend. Another body being delivered to me so that I can dissect it inside of the squared circle. I wish I could wrestle the whole night honestly, more competition for me and more pain to inflict to others, I can not help but get excited at the prospect! Every week that the name “Scott Oasis” is on the marquee it a brings a smile on the mug of this usually cold bastard, but this week though ; this week is extra special for me and just thinking about it gets me chomping at the bit to get back in the ring. As you all probably know, this is my first match since winning the World Heavyweight Championship at Reckless Wiring. Forget the big fancy celebration with all of the glitz and the glamor, and the talking from Omerta and I. Talk doesn’t mean much to you all and it doesn’t mean much to me either. Talking doesn’t present me as a true champion. Doing what brought me to the dance: wrestling and putting in work, that shows I am ready, that presents me as a world title holder to all of the people, even those who choose to blindly hate me and boo me out of the building night in and night out. They can’t argue against what I do in the ring, they can’t take away from my gift! They have to accept me as the World Champion when they see me soundly defeat my opposition in the main event and you people watching know that. As soon as I heard of my match, that is when I realized that this is my true coronation, ; this is where I establish myself as Champion and show what I am going to do with the title. The pressure is on. I have to perform to a whole other standard now to let the people aiming the target at my back know that I don’t plan on letting my guard down. I’m still ready to fight and won’t be easing up on my onslaught of the roster. Comfortability is complacency as far as I am concerned and as Champion that is something I can not let happen.

I’m still the same old Scott Oasis with the same exact motives as before, but now I have a new focus, now the violence level has been upped! I have no choice but to go all out now and I absolutely love it! If you guys thought I was intense, brutal, or some would even say sadistic before….oh no...you haven’t seen anything yet, I have no excuse to hold back anymore, no need to worry about getting punished or it messing with my chances of success because I have already succeeded! Now I must do what is needed to keep this success! To make things even better for me when it comes to this match, or perhaps worse from the perspective of the talent in the back, It’s not just one poor soul that I have to take care of this week but two! Double the fun, and it goes farther up from there because this one is rather personal to me. Both of them have been running their mouths about me and my reign about a mile a minute, week after week for almost a month now. My name is in their mouths constantly, they hang on my every word and action, talking about me and making claims as if I owe them something, as if I am such a bad guy and it is their duty to take me off my pedestal. They have made pestering me their mission - scratch that - their obsession! They’re buzzing in my ear like gnats, Tig Kelly and Lucian Black, the two are desperately clinging onto my leg as I continue my climb to being the greatest of all time! They realize I am the only thing that is keeping them relevant, that chasing me is the last thing that makes them seem like they matter! It’s too bad that must come to an end as everyone will begin to realize their fifteen minutes of fame had ended a long time ago. I will be counting down the hours, minutes, the exact SECONDS to this encounter because I can not wait to get it over with, to have you two clowns no longer breathing down my neck. On Dynasty I get to take them out in one shot, possibly removing one man out of the equation in my upcoming title defense at Grand Rampage - and the scary thing for them is that IT GETS SWEETER FOR ME! I’m not alone in this match, I have my Omerta brethren, JJ Silva and Zack Crash watching my back as tag partners. The whole gang is here for this match, this just gets better and better doesn’t it?!

But you know, matches like these take me back. They remind me of home. They remind me of the streets I have walked on, the grimy back alleys I have fought in and the dirtiness of the independent wrestling scene as well as the high school gyms that came with it. Thugs, thieves, bullshitting promoters, any type of low life you could think of, they ran rampant where I came from. They acted like they ran the place and genuinely thought they could get away with stirring the pot and starting problems. Wasn’t true though unfortunately for them. In my town what we would do to people like them is get together and give them what they were asking for. An old fashioned beating to knock some sense into them. That’s exactly what this week is like. You guys want a piece of me and Omerta? You got it, you can have us all at once! Since you want to be big men on the internet and when we’re not all prepared for you, let’s see how you do here now that we’re ready to give you a response. You guys may think you’re badass heroes to the people but at the end of the day you’re only men. Stupid, stupid men with more guts than brains. Might not even have any of those left in your bodies after we finish with what is in store for you. There has been so much controversy surrounding me since winning the title and a lot of it has been produced by you two. This is time for me to set an example. I am a true and deserving champion and I’m not going to take this from either of you. I will definitely “earn” my title through the effort I’ll be putting into this. I can’t believe you two can even think you stand a chance. Honestly, do you want to know what you two are? Two more hopefuls. Hopefuls that won’t make the cut. Dreamers and wannabe revolutionists who push their agenda as a mask to make themselves look good and get their ulterior motives. You aren’t going to expose me, all you’re accomplishing is making yourselves look even more delusional. This is practically suicide! You’re setting yourselves up for a mugging! Aw well though, it only helps me. Lucian Black gets injured and is out of The Grand Rampage, Tig Kelly gets injured and I don’t have to worry about that punk for my title like I said. Right away two of my supposed big threats are gone just like that. That will be the trend for all of my opponents. Stomped out and then quickly disposed of.

Step up and be prepared to be put back in line.

---

NOTES: This is probably late, I'm still getting use to the deadline time here and all. Sorry.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

(Christian Locke is once again sitting at his long dining room table in a dimmed setting. On the table is a laptop. He cracks his knuckles and presses play. He plays the same six words over every couple of minutes or so, but doesn't bother giving it a response.)

“Who the hell is Christian Locke?”

(Christian clenches his jaw before he calms himself down. He speaks.)

Flowers, grapes, bananas, ugly women from London, and Christian Locke victories. What do they all have in common? That's right, they all come in bunches! As you recall from this past Sunday night on Voltage, I was thrown into the lion’s den by Ashten Cross. He wanted to serve me on a silver platter to his friend, Starr Stan and watch him devour me. Two weeks ago he was very adamant when he said he wanted Starr Stan in the Grand Rampage. He obviously saw Starr as the predator and me as the prey. That really struck a nerve, I'm not going to lie because when he initially made that match, he saw me compete just minutes prior. I saw his face after my victory over Lucas Johnson and what's his face? That's besides the point. When I looked up at him, I saw him nod his head in approval. He even said I had a lot of promise backstage! Truth be told I hate the word promise. It insinuates that I'm some future pet project that they’ll put on hold for the time being but surprise surprise motherfucker, I am the present. I am still undefeated. Sure my level of competition hasn't been all that great until last week, but that's because I make those around me look weak. When there is darkness I am the beam of light. When there is nothing but falsehood, I step forward as the truth. Let it be known that when I say I'm going to do something, I do it no questions asked. Last week was just a small example of me proving that my word is my bond. I am a jack of all trades. I am a Swiss Army knife. I can do it all when it comes to me inside that ring. You know what? Let's be honest for a second;  you thought I would be in EAW just to entertain you. You want me to do flips and shit for your entertainment, when I couldn't care less if you rate my matches four stars or not. I am here to win. How I win comes in many different ways, which makes it fun. My first few weeks in EAW I pinned my opponents via Drowning Current. A move that the fans have to record on their phones to believe. Just two weeks ago I defeated Beretta via roll up. Some might call that cheap, while I call that taking advantage of a lazy and unfocused opponent. Tell me, why should I go up to the top rope every week and crush my ribs? Because you want me to? Your wants are dead last on my to do list, I'll tell you that right now. And to fast forward to last week I beat the legend, the bald eagle himself, Starr Stan via count out. Again some might call that a cheap victory when I call it a showcase!  A showcase of my intelligence!! A showcase of my ring awareness! A showcase for things to come. 

(The video plays the same six words again.)

“Who the hell is Christian Locke?”

This week I face a man who thinks I won't be able to hang with him. He believes that I am not in the same league as him, just like he believes that I am just another Lucas Johnson he will be able to feast on. Oh how wrong you are, Liam. I get it. I get why we are facing each other this week, but it appears you don't, so let me break this down. You see Ashten has made some type of Grand Rampage preview, since I noticed you qualified as well and from the bottom of my heart, congratulations! Ladies and gentlemen lets give him a hand!!

(Christian smiles and sarcastically claps for about ten seconds before the clapping begins to slow down and the smile is replaced by disgust.)

It is true that you have qualified, but do you actually believe that you sent a strong message like you had hoped? Leading up to the match, you guaranteed yourself the victory. It was signed, sealed, and delivered right? The only problem was – I wasn't impressed and I'm sure thousands of people would agree with that statement. Before you respond, I'm sure my approval doesn't mean a damn thing to you and guess what? I don't give a flying you know what. Plug your ears with your fingers like a toddler if what I have to say does not register as important to you, but I'm going to continue regardless. The truth of the matter is this: last Sunday you were bailed out. You hear me? You. Were. Bailed. Out! You want to know what I saw? I saw a former world champion, which I will talk more about in greater detail, struggle against the Kenny Drake’s and JD Damon’s and of course, the Lucas Johnson’s of the world. What I saw was Kenny Drake take the first slip in the ladder match but again, you were bailed out by the fact that for some stupid reason, there was another slip. You were bailed out. I can say that sentence over and over again because that right there? That line is 100% accurate. Think about it for a second. I went back and I watched some of the Pain for Prides. One match caught my attention every year and that is the Cash in the Vault. Imagine when Jamie O’Hara won last year, there was another briefcase up for grabs. Or if there was a world championship ladder match and one of the two men climbs the ladder and yanks the world title down! But oh no, he isn't the only winner. For some reason there is another world title and the other man is world champion as well. Do you get what I'm saying? The slip that you won was nothing more than a participation trophy. We are all winners! That's what the coaches tell the youngsters so they don't cry their eyes out when the team that just kicked their ass gets actual trophies while second place gets a cheap ribbon. You came in second place and just like Starr Stan’s theme suggests, “2nd Sucks!” I'm sure it does suck but I sit here as a proud undefeated elitist and I will remain an undefeated elitist  for at least one more week, judging by my competition. 

“Who the hell is Christian Locke?”

You have made it abundantly clear that you aren't exactly thrilled to be facing me this week because you believe you deserve better. Of course you feel that way. Everybody thinks they are the best. We are all biased in that sense, but some more than others. I take that back, you aren't biased – no, you are blinded by your own ignorance. You view yourself as some alpha male in this EAW themed jungle when the fact of the matter is, you are nothing more than a house fly and I am the swatter. What I find absolutely hilarious is you don't want to learn about my past. You don't want the horror stories that so many newcomers seem to come with, being their baggage and all. Except I'm not like any of them, contrary to your wrongful opinions. But I digress because I’m not some open book to the EAW fan base, like if they were my shrink or something. But what about your past, Liam? I'm supposed to care about your journey to the top followed by your quick downfall. Your accolades give you confidence, that's no secret. It's the reason why you bang on your chest like King Kong in the first place. You know what it's like to be an EAW World champion and I’m sure you think you'll return to that status. But so far, zero luck. No matter how hard you crawl, no matter how much you sweat and bleed for another grand opportunity, it will never come to you. You are finished. You see I'm actually on the rise while you are stuck in the who gives a fuck zone. A former world champion, wishing and pretty much begging for a Pure championship opportunity, how pathetic. How the mighty have fallen – but you were never some sensation anyways. How long was your world title reign anyways? A couple months? Or more likely, a couple of weeks? An answer I look forward to knowing. 

“Who the hell is Christian Locke?”

On Voltage we fight in your backyard I guess. You are from England. That's what you say at least and I'll take your word for it because I have no intention of going further out of my way to learn another thing  about you. But if that's the case, then I will be doing England a favor when I knock out their embarrassment, their failure – and no, I do not just plan on beating you this week. Where's the fun in that? No I'm going to make you look like the Union Jack. The red will be your blood. The blue will be the bluish bruises around both of your eyes. And the white? Will be the bone or bones that I expose of yours come Voltage. Now that is a threat. Something you need to work on because you said something along the lines of if I mess with you, or better yet show up for this match, I will end up like Lucas Johnson. Which hey, would've been great if A, I was awful like him or B, didn't already beat him myself. What a swing and a miss by you, Liam. 

“Who the hell is Christian Locke?”

So to be clear, I should be honored that you're going to show up for our match? That if it was held in any other country you would go bitch to management so you can basically handpick you opponent? That right there sums up your personality in a nutshell. Unlike you Liam I don't care who I face. I don't care if I have to face someone like Beretta or Judas again or face a legend like Starr Stan. Just like I don't care where it takes place. It can be in the usual fancy arena or stadium or it can be in a sand or snowstorm because I am a man that does not make excuses. I am a man that looks forward to every beat down I dish out, no matter the circumstances. And Liam? For what it's worth, I do not have to accept defeat this week. Why in the world would I accept something that will never come to fruition? Ask yourself that. 

“Who the hell is Christian Locke?”

Simple, he's everything you wish you could be. 

(Camera fades away.)

Weekends have their astonishments but also suffer in the ruins of consequences, especially being me. I warned all my opponents that my name in the Grand Rampage match was sealed before the match started and they chose to ignore it, as if I was retelling a joke that made them giggle until their ribs collapsed. Fortunately, there was a man who was sincere about his word as if he clutched onto a promise he would deliver. Again, with the lack of belief, people kept making theories on who would overlap this ‘fairy-tale saga’ with their own fictional crap and they continued to live every day in false speculation, as if a child was denying the existence of Santa Claus. But they suddenly began to realise how foolish they sounded, every word they spoke with was speeches that became full of regret. Their words were meaningless and I look at all of my opponents that suffered as men who don’t carry any legitimacy further in their pathetic careers. Yet, I live in curiosity also, suffering consequences of how life is proving once more how devastating it can truly be. I will speak about my opponent in a moment, however I would like to reflect the following words on the baffling logic this guy has. Whilst a man who toppled these amateurs last week proceeds to get a shot for the main event of Pain for Pride in over a week, my opponents from last week have developed a layer of consideration from management. Too soft they are to give someone like Lucas Johnson an opportunity for accolades when he should be reflecting his own life in misery. Why would I care if I obtained a Pure Championship belt? I have the opportunity to clench something bigger than that? Of course, my greed does not stop at one prestigious championship but that isn’t the reason for my disgust. Talentless failures are rewarded when they should be exposed for the frauds they are, even if their loss is apparent, there is still that consideration. However, I can take a little comfort knowing that someone, in my territory, will be feeling shamed too…
 
Christian Locke…You know, when I looked at this list, I could only process one constant thought that will continue throughout the week. Who? Who the hell is Christian Locke, why is he so important in my progression in this company? I don’t believe that my victory against those amateurs last week rang a signal through the thick skulls of management. We transform from people that have at least gained some significant recognition through spiteful and negative means to a total nobody. Someone who I had no idea was in this company to be honest. With men like Nobi, Lucas Johnson, they made their mouths go, assuming they could fit their talents with men with higher attributes than them. But Christian Locke…If this wasn’t in my home country of the UK, I would’ve had some reason to bitch to management and reflect on the pros and cons of turning up so consider yourself lucky Christian, that I am granting you this sacred opportunity of a fight because people of your calibre aren’t really that lucky. Any other country would request with me being a week off because personally, I don’t believe that you fit on my interests at all. Thus why I was surprised to find out who I was facing because I had no idea that you existed in this company. However, as I said, people of your status and relevance have no business in my life because of the fact that you don’t fit on my interest list. But this week, you are excused and blessed and the reason being is because I am home. I have the high ground for this match, like last week, because I get to satisfy myself in my home country whilst I show the world how disgraced you can be. This match will become a night where I come in and collect my pay-check whilst you become broken, in front of my people. They may not cheer for me, they may be ignorant to boo me out of the arena but rather than feeling infected in America, comfort blesses me…
 

Since you are new to the scene and you and I are yet to be known better, I can expect the same shit that typical amateurs like you will probably bring out. The fact your past matters, you are going to show the crowd why you are looked at as the next big thing in this company, that your cute fictional mind compares yourself to Dark Demon in his younger days…Blah, blah, blah. My interest is not to listen to your words which will fail you but to see how long you can keep up with me until you finally realise that enough is enough. It may be silly for me to say that I will try not to put you down easily but we’ll see how your week goes. You had no idea how close I was until Lucas had his body shelved eternally in that match on Voltage this past Sunday. He will deny it now but I could feel his pain, it was numb for the crowd, satisfying for me. I can do the same if you dare try to challenge me this week. Maybe you will be logical enough to accept defeat is foreseeable for such a fragile body like yours. It is a learning curve for you to accept due to your inexperience and that will be your Achilles’ Heel. It will be an open wound I will happily take advantage of. Some have had the bravery of crediting you to be a rising talent but they will be disgusted with how they let their minds wander into the realms of idiocy when they find out the condition of your defeat on Voltage. I do expect your response to be heavily against this, a burning sensation of silencing me for speaking such atrocity but not that your defence is a concern to me. Not that your body, once defeated, will be a concern for me. Despite your instinct, you will have to be forced to finally accept the inevitable because nothing can change your impending loss, no matter how much you preach. If there were words to soften the impact of this loss, it would be for you to keep your mouth shut and accept your fate as if it was the worst kept secret ever. 

There's so much going through my mind for the past few days I can't help but look up into the sky hoping that I can find a sense of solace. But even that doesn't help because time after time I have been forced to reflect on what has been horrible year for me and thinking about it constantly has been killing me. It has eaten away at not only my pride but my soul, my character and my reputation. I remember the times where people we weary of me, that they have approached me with caution and actually felt a sense of fear when they step inside the ring with me because they knew in their heart and mins that going toe to toe with Ryan Savage they had to hope and pray as pre-match ritual that they will able to draw another breath afterwards. But that fear has been replaced with pity and underestimation. That feeling of people not taking me seriously burns a hole in my heart and it makes me sick, because at one point I was on top of the world. I have won championships after championships, people has forgotten that when I was coming up I have accomplished a lot under a year and started the following year as one of the best tag teams in this company's history! And after ONE match that a man that didn't get a decisive victory over me has turned my life a living HELL! But you know what, it all ends at Voltage because a golden opportunity has presented itself to me. That opportunity is a hand, and that hand is symbolic in many ways but the one thing that mainly represent is salvation. For months I've been wandering aimlessly in the land of the beasts decaying away. The world I once knew is nothing more than a distant memory and as we march towards the future, And as of right now my future looks bleak because I'm marching down the path of self destruction but I will do whatever it takes for my career to end this way. At House Of Glass I have made a stance that I will do whatever is necessary to become the Answers World Championship and even though my first attempt at taking the gold away from Mr. DEDEDE, it isn't the end for me because I will be back in that position again. Even if I have to sell my soul Eclipse Diemos and do whatever he needs me to do and if that means I have to beat down the Vixen's Champion then so be it. 

Eris LeCava, even though we have been on opposing sides for so long I genuinely have nothing against you but you have said it yourself when you look at me I AM a desperate man. You see what countless failure after failure after failure has done to me and what it has turned me into. We are in the fourth month of 2016 and all I have to show for it so far is just one victory I have hanging over the head of the current reigning and defending Interwire Champion of Showdown. But that win alone wasn't the spark to the fire that could very well catapult me to championship gold again. So when it comes to things like my legacy, or my reputation or how people will view me from here to now will mean nothing because all that matter at the end is the end result. So yeah Eclispe can make me his bitch, he can utilize me as a weapon but from this unholy alliance I WILL BE REBORN, I WILL BE AT A LEVEL THAT I WAS AT WHEN I HAVE ACCOMPLISHED FOUR THINGS IN THIS COMPANY UNDER A YEAR! That Ryan Savage will emerge at Voltage and I wish this part of me was brought out during our scuffles when Hexa-Gun was running rampant and I wish that monster inside of me revived because the things that has happened several months ago would have ended a whole lot differently. I would be standing here being the man that was the sole reason why Hexa-Gun is no more, I would be the man that would be holding the Answers World Championship or even I will be the talk of the EAW Universe as the odds on favorite to win Grand Rampage and go on to headline Pain For Pride! But what you need to be weary of Eris LeCava is that come Voltage you're walking into the lion's den where you won't have the luxury nor the security of veil of protection. For the first time in your entire LIFE you will know what it means to truly suffer because when I have you in my hands I will make every breath you take and painful one where you're going to regret ever saying anything to sully my name. But keep in mind Eris, you can have all the skills in the world, you can outdo me in the ring, that's fine but the one thing that you can't take into account is my unpredictability because I'm willing to do anything possible to leave out of Voltage as the winner. I will deliver your head to Madison Klaine and I will prove my worth to Eclipse Diemos. For months I have scratched and clawed in hopes that something will come by and resurrect the monster that has laid dormant inside of me. You may be right that you should have nothing to fear but what you're going to fear is the lengths I'm willing to go for a victory. To you this may be a one and done match, where you can look onto the future to see what's next for you. But for me it's different, to me this may very well be my last match ever. If I lose this match I may as well die in obscurity and prove the people who has doubted me right and that I can NOT let happen. I will be damned if a bi polar crazy bitch get in the way of my chance of getting back in the main event. Eris LeCava, I'm going to give you the honor and the respect that you deserve because in this match I'm not looking just to impress Eclipse, in this match I don't see you as Mr. DEDEDE. In this match between you and I what I'm looking at is Eris LeCava, the woman that I have TO KILL in order for my existence to see another day. So here I stand a man that has been left with nothing but a broken world and a dream that will seem unfulfilled and now an opportunity has present itself where I can not only redeem myself but to through a revival where you will know what I'm capable of. When the dust settles and clears I will be the one standing above you as the victor and my victory will signal your end while Sanatorium FEAST on whatever remains of your body! Because news flash Eris, I don't need Sanatorium to destroy you because you're left alone in this ring with a desperate with his own devices of destruction. So in one night I will make you, the Vixen's Champion nothing more than a cowardly little girl that will be skewered and you will be another champion that I have defeated.

He, who is not everyday conquering some fear and facing new challenges has not learned the secret of life. For some a challenge can be this huge obstacle. An obstacle that hinders them. Though in the view of others, a challenge only becomes an obstacle when you bow to it. You start to realize how many great things could happen by confronting the things that scare you most. You can survive though, you can survive because the fire inside you burns brighter than the fire around you. True challenges are placed before you as a means to be overcome. True challenges are the ones that shape the person you ultimately become.



(Footage from last week's edition of Showdown is shown)


(The crowd erupt with boo’s once more as Xavier shakes his head.)


Xavier: From the moment that I SLAUGHTERED Tarah Nova at Reckless Wiring inside that Barbed Wire Steel Cage I’ve been forced to listen to the world attempt to run my name through the dirt. I have people, whether it’s backstage; whether I’m walking through the airports of whatever crappy city we find ourselves in, telling me that I should be punished for my actions. That the fact that while James Shields has some sort of power in the company, that I’ll never be able to compete for another championship – which, let’s be honest, I’m never actually going to lose the Hall of Fame Championship, because there’s not one person backstage with more talent in their entire bodies, than I hold in just my little finger, wasn’t a punishment fitting the crime. I should have been beaten. I should have been forced to withstand the same tortures that she did. I’m called a bad man, when in all honesty, I’m not. I’m far from it.


(Xavier lowers his microphone as the crowd begins to chant.)


Crowd: DEDEDE’S GONNA KILL YOU! DEDEDE’S GONNA KILL YOU!


Xavier: SEE! YOU’RE PROVING MY POINT RIGHT NOW – YOU’LL RUN MY NAME THROUGH THE DIRT OF THE THINGS THAT I DID, BUT YOU’LL PRAISE A MAN THAT ENDS THE CAREER OF ANOTHER! CAINE KRONIN MAY NEVER WALK AGAIN AND WHAT DID ANYONE SAY ABOUT THAT? WHAT DID ECLIPSE DIEMOS HAVE TO SAY AFTER DEDEDE CRUSHED HIS HEAD BETWEEN THOSE CHAIRS LAST WEEK, BECAUSE HE WAS MORE THAN WILLING TO GIVE HIS OPINION WHEN TARAH WAS PUT IN THE HOSPITAL! WHAT ABOUT CARLOS ROSSO, HUH?! HE WANTS TO BRING UP THE FACT THAT OWES ME “DEBT” FROM “LONG AGO”, BUT WHERE IS HE? Oh yeah, he’s too busy walking around with a championship that’s never meant (CENSORED) anything because “The Most Complete Wrestler in the World” isn’t good enough to win a real World Championship.


(Xavier points at a fan in attendance.)


Xavier: You did this.


(Xavier points to another.)


Xavier: You did this.


(Xavier extends his arms.)


Xavier: YOU ALL DID THIS! YOU ALL CREATED WHAT I’VE BECOME! I WAS THE MAN THAT ATTEMPTED TO GIVE YOU ALL SOMETHING TO FIGHT FOR! I walked into the Main Event of Pain for Pride to rid this company from Zack Crash’s rule over this company, and yet, nothing ever seemed to change. I threw this company onto my shoulders and carried to a place that it’s NEVER been before, and shown nothing but complete disrespect and hatred for it. I’m done. I’m so (CENSORED) done.


(Xavier drops his head.)


Xavier: When I told James Shields that there was no going back… I meant it wholeheartedly. No longer do I fight for anyone. I’ll turn Rex McAllister into what he should be, but sooner rather than later, when he reaches that point, it’s an open playing field. He’ll understand that there’s a level that he’ll nobody is ever going to reach. That’s the level that I’M on. But, Rex McAllister already knows that.


(Xavier turns towards the stage.)


Xavier: Tarah… no matter how much you stay this you’re in the position that you are through your own hard work, we both KNOW without a shadow of a doubt that I’m the man that created everything for you. There would be no more Tarah Nova in EAW if it wasn’t for me. You’d still be sitting at home thinking about why you chose AWF over this company. But hey, we’ll continue to let everyone forget about that piece of the story, won’t we? Now that I have those things off my chest, I’m out here for one purpose and one purpose only. Throughout the week I have been in constant contract with HRDO. He offered to drop James Shields rules that are hanging over my head, if I were to drop this entire thing and move on. I refused. Instead I gave him the best possible outcome for both you and I. From now to Grand Rampage, I’m not going to lay another finger on you. You’ll no longer have the continue to watch over your shoulder for the things lurking around the corner… because at Grand Rampage, Tarah – I’m defending this championship right here… against you.


Masters: Xavier Williams against Tarah Nova for the Hall of Fame Championship?!


Xavier: In a ladder match.


Masters: Oh my god.


Xavier: In one night, everything that you’ve “worked” for can culminate to your spot into EAW Hall of Fame… or your career, your ability to walk is going to be taken at my hand. You don’t have to worry about trying to keep the Best WRESTLER in the WORLD down long enough to pin my shoulders down for the illustrious three count, but instead you just have to climb a ladder and unhook the championship. Count the days and do not forget to prepare your own funeral. Good luck, Tarah.


(“Dream On” picks back up as Xavier grabs the Hall of Fame Championship and makes his leave. Xavier stands on the stage as the camera cuts to commercial.)
(Commercial)


(Footage fades out and back to Rex in his locker room)

Xavier Williams, a bad man? Really? Really??? Really? A man that spoke the truth, and spoke straight from the heart. About Tarah, Shields, me, and a whole lot of irrelevant fickle idiots, whose opinions hold no merit whatsoever. He said the things that needed to be said. I have no problem with a man that speaks his mind and tells it like it is. I may or may not ever get to his level. In my mind that opinion may be different. It doesn't matter. He said what he said. All that does is spark a fire, a fire that is already there inside me. That's growing bigger and bigger. I don't take it as a slight, but I will use it as motivation. Xavier knows I have his back no matter what. He's going to war soon with Tarah, and possibly even DEDEDE himself at some point. He may not need me, but I'm there for the man. I told him, I assured him that he has nothing to worry about. I said that because I am with him no matter the odds that we face. If he doesn't know it. He knows it now. He may have been there for me last week, but he doesn't need to be. I understand that he didn't want the same thing that happened to Caine to happen to me. I get that. I do. I appreciate his concern for my well-being. However, at the end of the day I am with him. If he goes down, he won't though, I am right there for him no matter what happens. 

(Rex picks up this week's match card)

So last week, in what seemingly had to be a last minute match card change up, or perhaps a logistical fuck up, I was forced for the fourth fucking week in a row to do battle in the ring against Terry Chambers. Terry has had it in for me for quite some time now. So once again I had to put Terry in his place to let him know whose who here. It was a struggle sure, but only because of the last minute change or fuck up, depending on your perspective. You see, I had prepared one-hundred percent for Brayden Cruise, who went on to face Terry's scheduled opponent, Chris Elite. I won't complain much because I got the "W". In fact that is all I have to say on that. Hopefully this week, with the matchup that I have been given, wasn't a logistical fuck up. I would like to think it was not though, because if anyone has watched over the last month. Watched as I have grown. Watched as my confidence has soared with every moment in that ring. They would know too that this week's challenge won't be as one-sided as some might think. Not one-sided at all in fact. If you have been watching my turnaround then you might actually consider, like I will be, that this week is a measuring stick to find out just how dramatically improved I've been over the last month in a half. Now, this would be discounting the whole handicap match situation, cause as I've already said, my career was basically on the line and I wasn't going to let it all slip away just like that. So I took the gimme that Terry Chambers gift-wrapped for me. Everything else? I've shown that Rex McAllister is starting to rise, and soon I will be working my way through the ranks. REAL soon. THIS WEEK soon. It's starts with Jamie O'hara, but it doesn't stop there. I have the confidence and the momentum now that I NEED to overcome Jamie this week, and guys like him going forward. Hell, it was but a mere few weeks ago my career could have gone up in smoke when James Shields decided he would try to force me into obscurity setting up that handicap match. You want a challenge to overcome? That's a challenge! Jamie O'hara, I can overcome. Two weeks ago Caine Kronin got destroyed and possibly had his career ended at the hands of Mr. DEDEDE, but who was the one DEDEDE went for first? ME! Whose career could have ended that week, that night? MINE! However, later the next week, boldly I spoke out! I pretty much challenged that motherfucker to try that shit again! I DARED HIM. Why? I'll tell you. It's because I have the CONFIDENCE. I have the TRUE BELIEF inside, that if I was to be faced with the backlash of DEDEDE or anybody else? That I can overcome it! Jamie O'hara, I can overcome. And Jamie? This isn't false bravado that you hear coming from me. No. Make no mistake about it. These are words born from confidence that has been re-ignited in me. Confidence that I walked into this company with, but for a time confidence that got deflated. Thanks to Xavier Williams, for seeing something in me that Dark Demon saw in him two in-a-half years ago. For taking the chance he took on me as potentially being a guy that, like you were Jamie, is a superstar of the future. Standing side by side, as I have, with the Best Wrestler In The World, and watching as he wages war against the world. How he is laying it all on the line. He's doing it with the confidence, that in end? That in the end, Jamie, that everything will work out for him. That at the end, he will overcome this challenge against the world. He will WIN in the end. That re-ignited my confidence, Jamie. It's not just about the wins and the strides I have made, but also watching and learning from the BEST. Learning what true challenges are. How to face them. How to overcome them. Learning about what it is that you have inside you that tells you, "it's gonna be okay, in the end you will come out a better and stronger person". So, yes. Jamie O'hara, I can overcome. If it seems like I'm marginalizing you, then you're missing the point. I'm not ignorant to your accomplishments here in Elite Answers Wrestling, Jamie. I'm not not ignorant to the challenge you pose to me this week, Jamie. I'm not ignorant to believe for one second that your horrible slump that you are mired in since the calendar year flipped to 2016, from your key losses to Samurai, or Lannister, or Aren most recently. I'm not ignorant to any of that. If anything Jamie, I would expect that with your match with Dark Demon coming up, you'll be motivated to gain any type of momentum necessary to give you the confidence to topple Demon. I understand this could be a great possibility, but it's ultimately something I will be ready for. Of course, I understand also the other possibilities that will potentially come into play? Such as trying to do the "veteran thing", and undermine and marginalize my efforts and strides I have made over the last several weeks. Of course you will. All veterans do so against upstart rookies like myself. For you all? It's your go-to. It's gives you a decided advantage almost every single time. That's fine though. I get it! To me though? It won't matter Jamie once we get in that ring. I will be undressing you of all those accolades and accomplishments you have earned throughout your time here, until all you got is the man, if that's the route you choose to go. Think about it Jamie. You take the venom out of a snake, and what do you got? You take all those layers of teeth out of a sharks mouth, and what do you got? You take the horns off a bull, and what do you got? Same principle here Jamie. For me? You'll be just another challenge I have to overcome. If you think for a second that I'm simply a warmup match leading into Grand Rampage, Jamie. Then you've already lost. Listen to me Jamie. I don't think I can handle what's waiting for me on Showdown. I KNOW I can handle what awaits me. I don't think I can beat you Jamie. I KNOW I can. Jamie O'hara, oh yes, I can overcome you.

Holy fuck, SHERIDAN! Your entire statement gave me cancer! For someone two or three people deem "the future" of the Vixens Division, I expected something great -- something that would knock me off my feet, something that would take my breath away and beg the gods to give me strength to go through this match, but I suppose when you expect great things from a dumbfounded little bitch who already had given the impression of being the most useless rookie holding an equally useless trophy that celebrates the fact that Vixens would fall for anything they're told, you're just bound to be disappointed. Do you not speak English, or did you just miss the memo? Is it your first day on the job, or are you just as naive as you've been so as not to face the harsh truth that you're just another feeble-minded whore who used to suck on wieners and sausages back in her home in Germany while worshipping the great lord Hitler, and someone in the crowd declared she was a "superior athlete" for it! Well good fucking job!

I don't want to mock you, I really don't. You won a tournament a month ago, and that's great. You were loved, celebrated and made a star on a stage where those equally moronic Vixens were fighting for a trophy that represents nothing but the fact that no one really has to go through any crisis to prove that they're strong enough to get through, the fact that no one has to climb their way to the top of the pyramid and trample over bodies to prove their dominance and watch the view when they get to the end of the chase, instead they just need to get a single lucky win to advance, they need to have their friends and family interfere so they can move forward against those who clearly have the credentials, and they only need to eliminate the real competition so you can be stuck with the rotten worn-out apples and score the pin in order to prove to the world that you are worth the gold and will be granted such when the time comes... and I think that's great. I really do. And if I wasn't so busy not giving a shit about the rest of you, I would have come by too for a match or two! But Sheridan, you can't fucking expect me to actually base your entire career and capabilities on that alone. People can say that this German Efficiency in Sheridan Muller is the future of the Vixens Division all they want, but any whore in wrestling gear can say that they're the Leader, or the Queen, or the Future, or the Pride of the Vixens Division all they want, and it's still too played out for me to even glance their direction and see what field they're playing in to actually earn that name. And when you say something incoherent or illogical or for the love of god, cliche, you can't fucking expect me to listen intently, be scared for my life, and not laugh and cry over this downright utter stupidity when half of your claims don't really make any fucking sense and are only based on assumptions and imagination because there's not one thing you can name that's actually wrong with me as a person or a wrestler. I am the living proof of perfection, while you're just a pathetic mess trying her best to get noticed by the roaring crowd who had forgotten about what she's even doing here. And in weeks after you give the same speeches of how people are retarded before checking your actual mental state, your intelligence if applicable, and your fucking attention span, you will decide to cash in that Championship shot you have... And I bet your fucking ass, people will just look down on you with a puzzled look on their faces asking themselves "Oh, what? Vixens Cup? What the fuck is that?" and right there you will see for yourself how irrelevant and easily forgettable you are and there's not a damn thing you can do to change that. They will only remember you from the times you preached "German Efficiency" rather than what you have contributed in the Vixens Division itself. Your tedious existence will always be ignored, while I continue becoming the top performer in this company who has headlined big events and shone bright like a fucking star in the past year alone, whether or not on the winning side, and I will continue to do so for the forseeable future because it speaks volumes of the quality of my work while you're just another waste of air thrown in the ring. Look at me, cherie, I breathe this business, and everyone knows it. I breathe excellence. Everything I say manifests itself and becomes reality in time. I can walk the halls and state my intentions and materialize what opportunity is restricted to the likes of you while you're just sitting there waiting for the next big tournament to prop up your self-esteem and make you feel so fucking important! The biggest difference between you and me? Superiority is something you carelessly spew to hype yourself up without any actual merit, while the same word when said in my voice, they know it's not just some hollow catchphrase liberally thrown around for laughs. They know my history speaks for itself, that my track record makes my words UNDENIABLE.

You caught me though, Sheridan. I don't give a flying rats ass what happens in the Vixens Division. I could hardly tolerate it, let alone help it and stand on top of it, but I do it anyway because I don't back out from facing any competition. I only care for myself and advancing my own career. I don't spend my time "babying" my former Hexa-gun comrades when we were owning the stage, because I know they can fend for themselves and trust they know I'm capable of the same. I only care about defeating my opponents. I only care about using my strength to overpower and outmaneuver any adversary set in front of me, including you, because what a talentless, bottom-feeding, toxic waste like you will never understand is that when you work in this industry, you'd know that this is a world where the fittest survive and the weak get eaten alive. I have no time to call out my fellow countrymen and have them support me through this catastrophe of watching your inflated lips speak ill of me and listening to every deafening spout of verbal diarrhea, I do it on my own because this is my trial to face. This is the kind of world where it's not enough to say you'll do it, but "Why should I trust that you even could?" And frankly, the only point I've gathered from listening to you talk for an excruciatingly long hour is how I shouldn't brag about my accomplishments because they don't reflect on the things I can do now... it's literally only that! I was Tag Team Champion a few months ago, and it's apparently "the past". In fact, you were around during my Tag Championship reign and I don't recall hearing a word from you. I compare you to Aria Jaxon knowing you'll follow in her footsteps and bust exactly like she did when the opportunity was in her hands, and I guess she's a "Vixen of the past" too according to your backwards logic! I just fucking defeated the Monster of Voltage a few days ago, I'm guessing you'll count that as the past as well! You talk about how I'm stuck in the past, like it somehow means something to the point where I curl in bed crying because you're being too harsh, when the only thing it does is make me sit here confused wondering "What the fuck is this bitch on about?" You're the insecure little cunt who wouldn't let the topic go, because you can't handle the fact that I will continue to evolve and I will continue being the best at exceeding expectations, like always! Something that you'll never in a lifetime be capable of!

Accomplishments are great to brag about when it's convenient, especially when talking to an ignorant piece of shit like Sheridan Muller who couldn't tell apples from oranges if her life depended on it. They don't speak of the present, I agree, but what you're missing is the fact that the experience that comes with those achievements will always show once we're seen in the ring. Anything you think you can put me through, I have already gone through a hundred times over. Any insult you think is original and "bold" is nothing to me but hollow, repetitive words that I shove right back down your fucking throat, but I refuse to listen to because no one else will tell me where I stand. Any world of pain you intend to set for me, I've already resided in long before. Any resiliency and efficiency you plan on displaying in our match, one slap to the face, will disappear to thin air. And at Dynasty, Sheridan, you'll come to realize that everything you believe about "Geman Efficiency" and its effect on making you even half a decent athlete, is and will always be a lie. Fucking count on it.

Last week on Voltage I told all of you I would risk my body and my well being to advance to Grand Rampage and damn well proved that by taking a dangerous dive off a ladder by landing a Shooting Star Press on the other five elitists in that match up. I thought that was it, my ribs were all hurt, all the other guys were on the ground in pain I thought I was going to be the first one to climb that ladder and retrieve the briefcase that contains a contract that guarantees an entrant into Grand Rampage. But in the end that wasn't enough because Liam Catterson and Kenny Drake both walked away with the victories and advanced to Grand Rampage on April 30th. I thought my goal to prove everyone wrong was gone out the window and I had to wait after the biggest match in EAW history to make my impact during Pain for Pride season. I may have not walked out the Ladder match the victor and advanced to the forty man Grand Rampage match but I did win in the hearts of the Voltage Executives especially General Manager Mr. Ashten Cross by booking me in the Pure Title Open for the Pure Championship against Carson Ramsay. Opportunity after opportunity I took with my own fist and broke the damn wall with it but didn't fully break through the wall and advance to my full potential. It really gets to you when you're so close and loss after loss, some of the guys in the locker room begin to treat you like you don't deserve to be here like Y2Impact or even Liam Catterson. There will always and I mean ALWAYS haters in this business and it just gets annoying when you claim this is the week you will succeed in your bout but you let the victory slip out of your hands. It's even more annoying when I dedicate a match to my Aunt Susan that has been suffering from breast cancer for years now and it's on my shoulders that I didn't get the job done. But it just adds more fuel to the fire when I get that moment I will know I made it here and prove everyone wrong. We are getting to the end of the Voltage European Tour and I will admit it has been a rough couple of weeks traveling all over Europe. Places like Italy, Scotland, London....it really takes a toll on your body and plus I am so used to traveling home during the week but this month I have been on the road non-stop but that's just how the business works. I treasure all the fans cheers and especially championship gold near and dear to my heart so this Sunday, it will be an honor to step into the ring with Carson Ramsay as we put on a show the Voltage fans will NEVER NEVER forget LIVE from the O2 Arena in London, England! I may not be 100% since my ribs are still hurting but I will give it all my heart and dedication into it and try to release all the anger I have to gain what is truly mine and that is the Pure Championship.

All around the world titles are won in every sport every single year. Whether it's the NBA finals, the Stanley Cup playoffs, the World Series, the Super Bowl, the Summer Olympics or hell the World Cup people are recognized for there contribution to the sport and awarded with championship gold. If it's either a trophy, a medal, or a belt every sport athlete is honored to carry there accomplishments near and dear to there heart. Championship belts are a symbol of excellence and should be worn with pride and dignity and I wore my NCAA Division I Heavyweight Championship belt with pride and held it for over two hundred days before I had to vacate the title when I decided to sign with Elite Answers Wrestling. The best thing about being a part of the wrestling business is that title changes happen all the time compared to once a year in other sports. The great thing about so many title changes in the wrestling business is that so many people can be recognized with the prestige's honor. The Pure Championship has been won by several legends in this business that started off there Elite Answers Wrestling careers', people like....StarrStan, Hades the Hellraiser, Scott Diamond, Ryan Savage, and even Jacob Senn. Some people have held the Pure Championship for a long time like Ares Vendetta holding the title for a little over five months but Carson Ramsay is the man of the hour and is coming up to month number one in his title reign. Carson I've had respect for you ever since day one when we both joined the land of the elite and I jumped out of my seat when you took J.D. Damon off his throne and you took his title which is now yours at the moment. Carson while you make it to day number thirty at least in your title reign there is another hungry challenger looking to throw you off the cliff and rolling with that brass ring and his name Lucas Johnson. While you are looking at the number of thirty days, I am looking at the number of twenty two years, this Saturday April 23rd will be my twenty second birthday and it will be a day before the biggest singles match of my life. What an awesome late birthday gift it would be if I won the Pure Championship and make my impact seven days before Grand Rampage. I may not be in the Grand Rampage match but I'm more pumped up about the Pure Open Challenge because now I have a fifty percent chance of winning compared to a one out of forty percent chance of winning Grand Rampage. Carson, ever since you won the title at Fighting Spirit II you have been defending your title every week on Voltage against all comers and put on an amazing match against Azumi Goto in your toughest challenge yet. But Carson I am ready to pull out all the stops this coming Sunday in the main event of Voltage, I am ready to wrestle my heart out until I am not longer able to and you saw that last week on Voltage when I nearly killed myself when I landed a shooting star press off the twenty foot ladder onto J.D. Damon, Nobi, Liam Catterson, Beretta, and Kenny Drake. This Sunday the dark ages turns into the golden ages with The Wrestling Machine reigning supreme in London.

Desperate times calls for desperate measures.
 
When I look into your eyes, I see disparity, all I see is someone desperately trying to fit in. A lost child trying to find their parents that they have lost in the store. A duckling attempting to find it’s mother duck as they went through the wrong trail. A young teenage girl trying drugs for the first time in hopes of impressing the clique of girls she’s been eyeing for the past couple of years. People are always wanting to find their niche – to find the place where they belong without having to feel judged or looked down upon. They want a family. They want the family to be the missing part of their forever fucked up puzzle.
 
When I look into your eyes, I see embarrassment and resentment. You’ve failed multiple times trying to make yourself seem like a threat. Your friends have left you and your old pervy guidance counselor is trying his best to interject you into any shitty establishment in order to get your name out there. It must be sad being you. It must be sad knowing that you have to fight me in order to prove yourself to EAW’s own inbred family. Is that what you want your legacy to consist of, Ryan? You want to be a part of a group that sacrifices lambs every weekend? You want to be Eclipse Diemos’ bitch? If that’s what you want to be remembered for – licking Maddie’s brutalized asshole, then go ahead. I just would’ve thought you’d actually want to make something out of yourself in order to be remembered as one of EAW’s greatest Elitist… but of course I am wrong. Nah, the only thing selfish people like you care about is having your name on everyone’s tongues not taking into consideration your reputation. You know, after further analyzation – you are fit to be in the Sanatorium! You’re all delusional gothic assholes who have no idea who they’re messing with.
 
The Vixen’s Champion.
 
The reigning Vixen’s Champion who has successfully defended her title multiple times against parasitic creatures– including the Sanatoriums own Madison Kaline. I’ve endured so much pain and I’ve pulled out energy and power out of my lifeless body more than once. I’ve never given up when faced with a challenging obstacle. I didn’t stop when I went against Chuck Scene, I didn’t stop when I went against Maddie, I didn’t stop when I went against Cloud and I sure as hell didn’t stop when I went against Tarah and Maddie once more. Ryan, if you think you have an easy win this week then you couldn’t be anymore wrong. We may have a size difference but I have something that you don’t – a brain. And believe it or not, Ryan, having a brain matters during a match. You can stomp around as much as you want, but when it comes to having in-ring awareness that’s where it counts. You can use your strength as an advantage, but I can use my in-ring abilities as mine. I’m quick and I can easily make your tall ass tumble all the way to the ground where you can sliver away with all of the other snakes in this company. I don’t even understand why we have to face each other. Well, I guess this is kind of a taste made by the Sanatorium, to see if you’re really worthy of being in their group. It’s such a shame that you’re going to have your ass kicked in front of your little pals. The only way you’ll get a win from me is if you have your family interfere. After all, that’s all they’re good for. They have to bombard their suspect until they suffocate. The difference between the Sanatorium and Hexa-Gun is that our family was able to stand on their own. We didn’t need our fellow members interfering on every match. We all worked together and we were all in sync. We were a well-oiled machine ready to completely disintegrate the competition. What you guys are doing is laughable. Like the bullies who picked on the innocent child just because they didn’t have the same views and opinions. You’re all talentless bullies who don’t strike fear into people’s heart- hell no- all you guys do is prove how Hexa-Gun was one of the greatest stables of all time. Often imitated, never duplicated.
 
However, I must focus my attention on Ryan. Sure, I’ve said some pretty insulting things but you’re now on the enemy’s side. The Sanatorium is my enemy. Madison Kaline is my enemy. You, Ryan, are my enemy. It doesn’t matter if you volunteer every weekend at the local homeless shelter, it doesn’t matter if you always give money to the panhandlers of the world – I don’t care about knowing your history, your goals, your future plans or anything like that. You have the badge of the Sanatorium – you’re officially marked by the beast. You have sold your soul to the Devil and now, there is no going back. I can’t wait to humiliate you in front of the entire EAW Universe. It’ll be a quick reminder that Eris LeCava is one of the greatest EAW competitors to ever walk in that squared circle. It’ll be a reminder that I am in fact, the greatest Vixen, Elitist, wrestler, entertainer of the WORLD. I am the face of my division and it’s going to stay that way up until I feel like it. …. Oh, Ryan, I know I know. I shouldn’t be underestimating you. You’ve accomplished a lot in your long, grand career. You’ve won championships and you’ve established yourself in this company…. Well guess what, so have I. I have no reason to fear you and I have no reason to give you the benefit of the doubt. It doesn’t matter if you what a piece of skin dangling between your legs. It doesn’t matter if your testosterone is through the roof. Hell, it doesn’t matter if you’ve fucked my sisters. YOU DON’T MATTER, and I’ll make that very clear during our match. Don’t underestimate the Vixens Champion – I’ll have your ass handed on a silver platter.
 

The embarrassment, resentment, disparity in your eyes will only increase. Next thing you know it’s going to be written on your forehead. Life isn’t fair, Ryan, but no one ever said it was.