You know, for people who repeat the term ‘Omerta’ like any of them knows what it means, it’s really funny how transparent your words are. Yeah, JJ and Brody. You got me. I was just so caught up in living under my brother’s shadow…Despite the fact that he never used the Izumi name, nor was I ever mentioned anywhere during his entire wrestling career…That out of desperation of my failing career, I decided to run into a wrestling ring, because apparently getting into the ring and fighting people is so easy. It seems like you two have me figured out to a tee. I guess I might as well just give up now, because despite overcoming every obstacle life through my way, I’m just way too intimidated by two skinny mooks studying under one of the biggest ‘What If’ stories in EAW history.
 
Actually, I’m sorry. I know sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, but come on. When I first took up this path, I had friends and relatives begging me not to. Partially because they were afraid for my safety, and partially because as far as they were concerned, I was the successful one, and GI was living an unsustainable dream where he got paid millions in his career which didn’t even last 10 years. To reiterate, if this were an ego thing, I already had everyone telling me that I was doing better than the world-class athlete with all things considered. Then you try to insult my family like we are a bunch of failures, which once again is hilarious coming from underlings of Zach Crash, but the fact is that really couldn’t be further from the truth. While I admit that my signing got hastened by my relation to a former in-ring performer who almost certainly surpasses you two in every possible way, and yet that isn’t even close to the biggest advantage carrying the Izumi name has given me. For better or worse, I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth. I’m not proud of that, since I’d like to think that I crawled my way to my own successes without needing my father to push me up. But what everyone should understand here is that in terms of wrestling…Well to be honest, it isn’t even a passion of mine. It is my duty and obligation, and I’ll admit it. Yes, to start off with, it was to settle the fact that my brother’s career peaked before he could ever capture an EAW World Championship. But you know what? After seeing what this company represents, and what degenerates like you with a persecution complex want to do with it, I think I can see why people live for this. Really, this is nothing that you don’t see in any business. A bunch of people want to get ahead in their career, so they lie, cheat and scheme, and commit every despicable act they can, while leaving as many bodies in their wake as possible. And you know what? Sometimes they get ahead. Hell, it happens a lot more often than it should in a fair world. But you know what ends up happening to them? One by one, they meet their maker, and who is left on top? The honest hard worker, who doesn’t need others to fail for them to succeed. So I’m not just doing this for my brother, nor my father, no anyone else in my family. I’m doing this because this is how I built my own brand since I entered the business world. Not with the help of anyone else, and not through low-down methods, but through honest hard-work, and an almost pitbull-level zeal to rise over all of my competitors.
 

Now, while I might not get Alexia’s entire bitch shtick, I will give her credit. She doesn’t seem to be devoid of honour like you two are. I’m not sure how I feel about being labelled her bitch, but this is someone who is confident enough in herself not to fall to the pathetic trenches you two demean yourself with. Now, I could say this, and Alexia could commit every deplorable act in the world against you, and while I can’t lie and say I wouldn’t at least find it amusing to see her beat you down like a government mule with cheap shot after cheap shot, I would have to respect that more than if Alexia falling to heel over someone more established to make a career off of. While we might not be on the same page exactly, it’s good to see that my tag partner and I are at least reading from the same book. From the time the bell first rings, until the match ends, the Izumi family nor the Omerta family matters. All that matters will be the new blood of the Vixens division taking on the Omerta B-Team, and you know what? I am quietly confident walking into this match. Quite frankly, I’ve worked too hard to get up to this point for me not to.

*Chris Elite is shown dressed up as a cop standing in front of 3 men DJ Khaled(Dressed up as Brayden Cruise) Big Mike(Dressed as Daniel Marshall) and Pierre McGuire(Dressed as Victor)


Detective Elite: Hello gentleman(I use that term loosely).  Now you should know why I dragged you here and it's to see what you picked up on Chris Elite so far this week.  Let's start with you Daniel.


*Big Daniel Marshall puts on his reading glasses and looks closely into the paper he has with him*


Big Daniel Marshall: Umm Okay Detective this is what I picked up so far sir.    Okay for one the dude is a try hard asshole.  I mean I hate him so much.  He does everything so much better than I do.  Him beating me still haunts me until this day.  To be honest if it wasn't for all of the ass kissing I did I would of been fired already and in some other shit company.  I also know the dude has very bad grammar and due to that he might now win a world title.  While for I just won't win because I have not a single strain of talent inside of this body of mine, plus my haircut looks like Justin Biebers when he first started his career just with spikes.  Let's not forget I don't shop at Walmart because I have much more class then that.  I get my wranger jeans from OldNavy and such.  Let's also not forget the dude has no balls and has to take care of his man vagina LOL DUDE I'M SO FUNNY I REALLY HOPE MY CORNY JOKES ABOUT MALES HAVING VAGINAS LEAD TO ME WINNING THE MATCH LO!


*Detective Elite looks pretty confused about what he just heard and just shakes his head*


Detective Elite: Okay,  Brayden Cruise what have you picked up on Chris Elite this week?


DJ Brayden Cruise: Well first off I just want to say this.


*DJ Brayden Cruise pulls out his phone and goes begins to make a snap*


DJ Brayden Cruise: They don't want you to shout FUCKING for no apparent reason... So I'm shouting FUCKING for no reason.  BLESS FUCKING UP BABY! Don't let FUCKING they get you.


*DJ Brayden Cruise puts his phone down and continues on to what he has to say about Chris Elite*


DJ Brayden Cruise: Okay so first of FUCKING all the dude is broke.  He has no money whatsoever.  I mean it's obvious I'm to ugly and dumb to understand the concept of Battleground because I totally ignore everything he said to me.  Just so I can call him broke but the man is broke.  I mean with all the sales I get at Hot Topic I definitely have at least 20k to give to him.  Also let's not forget all the male prostituting I do on the side.  But yeah Chris Elite is just so FUCKING broke man and he just repeats everything I say.  I mean I don't know what else I want him to do.  Maybe repeat himself like I do since I'm to lazy to actually pay attention to what he said so I just call him broke and talk about how good I am despite losing like 10 times in a row.  So basically the information I gathered on the man is that he's a broke asshole who can't beat me because somehow after losing all my matches I'm the best.  Let's also forget he can't out curse me and he just repeats everything I do. 


Detective Elite: Umm. Okay I don't really think I'm gathering any real information on Chris Elite hopefully Victor has something that can change that.  Victor what have you learned about him huh?


Victor Pierre Adams:...... I LOVE ECLIPSE HE'S THE BEST! GO HIM!


Detective Elite: I mean that has nothing to do with anything but okay...


Victor Pierre Adams: Wait I'm not done.  I also know he was in a lame stable with my Lord and Savior Eclipse.  I also know him almost hitting me with the Box Office Smash left me with a permanent scar but luckily my Lord and Savior and my King saved me oh how I love him so much. 


Detective Elite: Okay so listening to you 3 idiots speak the only thing I gained off of this was... That he's Broke.  He repeats himself,  FUCKING,  Poor English and the fact that Eclipse is Victor's Lord and Savior and Gay Lover.  Okay yet some of that might be true(Last part especially) it's crazy because he still has a lot more going for himself then any of you 3 do.  I mean come on all of you repeated yourself when speaking on him.  Then Victor mocked him.  To think I wasted all my money on you guys to spy on him and you get nothing.  However I got all the awards I promised you 3 idiots.


*Detective Elite grabs a bag from behind him and walks up to the 3 men*


Detective Elite: Okay Brayden here is your Hot Topic 50 percent gift card.  Go nuts kid.


DJ Brayden Cruise: Let's FUCKING GO! Thank you so much Detective with all of the money I can save now I will continue to call Chris Elite broke.  FUCK!


*Detective Elite shakes his head and walks over to Big Daniel Marshall*


Detective Elite: Okay Daniel I officially got all the board members of EAW and your ex-girlfriend from 10th grade to unblock you on twitter and some more hair gel.


Big Daniel Marshall: Oh my god! Thank you so much this means the world to me.  Now just imagine how many shows I'll be on now just because of all the ass-kissing I can do on twitter!  I can also stalk my ex again while putting this whole bottle of gel in my hair! Oh man what a time to be alive! 


*Detective Elite then walks up to Victor Pierre Adams and drops gives him a Eclipse plush doll with the crown and all on it*


Victor Pierre Adams: YES I FINALLY GOT IT! SOMETHING TO KEEP ME WARM AND HUG UP WITH WHEN THE ACTUAL LORD AND SAVIOR OF MINE IS TO BUSY! THANK YOU SO MUCH DETECTIVE!


*Detective Elite shakes his head in disappointment as the camera fades to Chris Elite, Big Mike, DJ Khaled and Pierre McGuire sitting in Chris Elite's home theater clapping*


Big Mike: Man I loved doing that.  Maybe I'll get a part in the next Fast and Furious because of that.  Then after that I'll have enough money to pay off Isaac The White Child's dumbass mom back for all that fucking child support money I owe her!


Pierre: Yeah and then I can be in the next Kevin Hart film and have enough money to quit EAW and rn for President!


DJ Khaled: I'm just glad I got this all on Snapchat.


Chris Elite: Yes you all did a good job playing your characters I am proud of you all.  You guys all played those idiots to a tee.  I mean is it saying much? No it isn't because 3 Monkey's could of played their part.  But either way good job on the short film.  This is the only possible way I can think of responding to these 3 since they give me nothing to work with.  Then wonder why I just copy what they say and counter act it.  Speaking of which Brayden please shut the fuck up until you understand he concept of Battleground and why I need the 20k despite me explaining it 10 times. No you are not the best in the world or the best going into that ring on Battleground. 


Chris Elite:  Daniel I'm sorry for assuming you were so low class for shopping at Walmart.  I meant Old Navy.  To be honest though it doesn't matter where you shop whether it's Target, Old Navy or even K-Mart I am still the most talked about no matter where you are.   I just hope you got applications for every store you might work at because after Battleground EAW ain't gonna cut it anymore.  Um I forgot what else you said because you said it last time or Brayden said it before you.  Like I said on the feed I'll see you on Battleground.  Oh yeah Victor good job mocking me trying to make me look like an idiot but make yourself look like one too.  Unlimited brownie points to you brother man.  Well I guess that's all I can say for now until someone brings something different to the table.   With that being said I guess I won't talk again until I find out my next opponent... Wait one more thing about Daniel.  You didn't verbally destroy anyone you were trying to hard so please stop spreading lies.  I get positive attention everywhere I go.  You only get attention good or bad when you reunite with Eden.  I hope you two don't get caught at a school playground again.  See you Tuesday.


*Camera fades*

(Daniel Marshall is seen standing with his personal interviewer, Alex Sherwood)

Alex: So Daniel, lately some of your opponents have responded to you, including Victer Maero.

Daniel: Yeah, and it's about damn time he took his head out of Eclipse Diemos' head. I can only imagine he took so long to say anything about our match in some desperate, pathetic attempt to get the last word, and it showed, he didn't have anything of interest to say. Sure, some of it was funny, like the stuff against Cruise and Elite.

Alex: What about what he said about you?

Daniel: That wasn't very funny. I don't know what you were imitating Victer, but I don't stumble or mumble through my words. I speak clearly, and effectively, unlike Cruise and Elite. And I don't know what the hell you were insinuating about Alex and I. This guy is just some journalist intern who I hired because he is marginally better than whoever the hell is employed by EAW.

Alex: Gee, thanks...

Daniel: Implying homosexuality.... that just shows how uncreative and unoriginal you are Victer, that was nothing but a pathetic attempt at being edgy, and trying to get under my skin. It didn't work, I'll tell you that much. It just made me feel sorry for you. I also find it ironic that you attacked Brayden Cruise for swearing too much, but then you make these silly, middle school level insults, all while you are somehow in charge of a child. Can you say, “hypocrite”?

Alex: Speaking of Cruise, how about him? Wold you like to respond to him?

Daniel: Something else funny that he attacks me for being interviewed like this, but whenever he talks, it just turns into a rambling, incoherent, nonsensical diatribe, with nothing all that interesting to offer. Brayden, you can claim anything you want. You can claim to be the best wrestler in the world. But I am the only one in this match who can back it up inside the ring. You can talk all you want, even though the entire world as well as I would prefer you didn't, but when you, Chris, Victer and I all step into that ring on Battleground, you'll lean very quickly not to write checks you can't cash.

Alex: And what about Chris Elite?


Daniel: Christ, I've said all I need to say about that loser. Check out the EAW Feed if you want to see how I verbally destroyed that marble mouth coward. I'm sure he'll say something else, like Victer, in a desperate attempt to get the last word, and that'll expose him for the petty, desperate bitch that he is, as if that needed to be made any more clear. He'll probably say something like how I keep repeating myself, even though I'm not. He'll just say that because he can't refute anything I say to him, because he knows I'm right. Chris, if you want to get some positive attention, I'm sure those fans of yours at Walmart will be happy to boost your delicate little ego. You see, unlike you, I don't need an ego boost, because I know just how amazing I am, but if you're so unsure of yourself, you go to your precious Walmart, or Kmart if you're really desperate.

A galaxy is still just a sliver when compared to the density of outer space; you rule over the professional wrestling scene through nine years of dedication but let me assure you that this professional sport is the ONLY thing that you dominate. You are not the transcendental icon can that you praise yourself to be, because outside of professional wrestling, you are nothing more than just a man who is obsessed with one aspect of his life. You are not the crossover superstar that has taken the world over through cinema screens, Facebook trends, and authority within a country... you are just really good in EAW. All these monikers that you "insist" were given to you, and not created through the machine, are nothing more than ego boosters that you consistently feed on as if given to you through a constant IV drip, and as you scour through another thesaurus while insisting on using words that don't quite match their original intention; Mr. DEDEDE is a shallow, vain, whiny little fucktard who has to constantly bellow his accolades to the nearest person with a set of ears, as if he was the last World War II vet within his platoon who is slowly watching the constant changes of our generation in disgust. Even if the audience has grown up watching you dominate, even they are sick and tired of hearing the same accomplishements be spouted out over and over again. Mr. DEDEDE's arguments continues to falter as he realizes that I will not cower in fear over the same argument that he presents over everyone else. Other men would just give up and start throwing a lazy rhetoric that was just based on fear, but I see nothing more than Mr. DEDEDE's aura of invincibility starting to crumble much like Achilles' proudly boasting before that arrow hit the exposed tendon that would kill him dead. You are all over the place, Mr. DEDEDE, but you still made some valid points within that murky mess of a statement that was littered with the same old, "lazy millennial" argument that has been brought up since the first time you addressed me.

I have not even tasted a twentieth of the success and jubilation that you've discovered throughout your career but I'm off to a pretty damn good start. Even you recognize something that is just a little bit different from all your other opponents that you've faced recently, and they say that "A God can recognize other Gods" right?  Let's take that in a more realistic direction, and say that you can recognize someone that is not only a lofty challenge but may very well be a torchbearer in the future. Could that be a possible reason why you have decided that I should be your next opponent? I've watched as you've taken on a slew of New Breeds during the last three months or so and I give you a lot of respect for taking on all comers ever since you've gotten that title back.  The grounds that you walk, that you've created, will be an excellent place to try to beat the very best that has ever stepped into an EAW ring. I've had to fight in enemy territory my whole life, because I don't have a place to call "home"… I've been struggling to find my real identity throughout the majority of my life as I learned how to fight to survive. I will come into the house that God built, and I will put you to sleep, and that might sound lofty coming from such a rookie but I know that I have what it takes. No matter what moniker you continue to give yourself as a placebo to feel better, you still have an artery within your neck that can still be cut off; leading to your unconscious body on the mat. Everybody else that you've faced has only been satisfied with going the distance and putting up a great fight in defeat, but I want to decisively beat you and leave no imagination in the mind of the fans. I will not be satisfied with any other result. I want to step on Mr. DEDEDE's platform, in his house, in his company, surrounded by his network, and put him to sleep.

"I'm not a part of the 'victim mentality' that your generation spews; now I'm going to give a list of reasons why I've suffered to get where I'm at." - Mr. DEDEDE 2016

Fuck being the King in Chess, you end up being nothing more than a piece that hides behind the defensive shell of a bunch or rooks, knights, and the Queen herself. The King never goes on the attack because it can only move in a single direction, one space at a time.  I can see why you would compare yourself to the King in Chess, because you've built such a defensive shell around yourself that everyone refuses to take notice of the fact that Mr. DEDEDE is a man who is struggling to hold everything that he has created for dear life. The anger that fuels you will also be your downfall because you've experienced so much suffering that you've forgotten what it's like to find happiness and satisfaction. You continue to push yourself to the point that you become dissatisfied if you don't reach a certain level that you've held onto within yourself. I can't blame you for that though, it would be absolutely heartbreaking if everything around you came tumbling down. Mr. DEDEDE is nothing more than a meticulous helicopter parent who knows that if this organization was ever to stop, then he would be nothing more than just another name lost in the annals of time and space. You would sacrifice your life to make sure that EAW never goes under but that leaves you with no other life outside of EAW. What happens when it eventually all goes away? When you find that one person who you cannot defeat and you realize that retirement is the only option? DON'T YOU FUCKING DISMISS THIS AS SOMETHING THAT WILL NEVER HAPPEN BECAUSE IT'S ONLY A MATTER OF TIME GOING FORWARD. YOU ARE NOT IMMORTAL AND EVENTUALLY THERE WILL BE ANOTHER GOD THAT IS CREATED WITHIN THIS ORGANIZATION THAT FELLOW WRESTLERS AND FANS WILL GO TO WORSHIP.  EVENTUALLY GAMES OF CHESS ARE OVER AND PEOPLE RESET THE PIECES BACK ONTO THE BOARD TO PLAY AGAIN!

Can you survive in a storm that never ends? Where there is no rainbow at the end to signify that the rain has stopped?  

There has been one issue that has been irking me throughout our conversations though, and it is the fact that you believe that I have no respect for you.  Even though my words might be piercing... I recognize that you are the single greatest wrestler that has ever stepped into our business. Why do you think I sit here and train my motherfucking ass off like I've never done before? Why do you think I would give you a performance of a lifetime if I didn't think that I could beat you? It's because I recognize that you are the entity that rules this business and I will be damned if I can't step up to the fucking plate and sacrifice everything that I have in order to defeat you in front of the whole word. Anything else would be a disservice to the kind of person that I know that you are. You don't think that Millennials have respect for their peers? That goes so much further beyond than just a generation, because no matter what time or dimension we live in, I will always have fucking respect for Mr. DEDEDE and all that he has suffered so that I can step in and share the same goddamn ring! I wouldn't have been given the name "Samurai" when I was living in Japan if I didn't follow a code of honor. I wouldn't praise this Interwire Title that I hold across my shoulder if I didn't recognize everyone who held it previously, but it doesn't mean that I can't break the record for longest reigning IW champion of all time. Just because I hurl insults and question the validity of your character doesn't mean that I don't respect the hell out of you as one of the best competitors ever. Not everyone is gunning to take you out of the business for good because I just want to validate that I deserve to be in the ring with the very best. That I can step into the Grand Rampage and defeat Victor Vendetta for that championship and be right there in the main event at Pain For Pride.  

I want you to see The Mexican... no...  I want you to see me... Alex. Right now, I'm not the "Mexican Millennial", I'm simply a man who is putting everything on the line in order to show that I have what it takes to be one of the very best in the company. I'm just a man proving to my mother and father that I belong in the business that they cemented their legacies.  

I'm just a man who will beat Mr. DEDEDE at Battleground.

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I didn't get to know my mother when she was alive; residing as nothing more than an ember that flickers, but continues to guide me along my path as I navigate the murky waters of Elite Answers Wrestling. I have gained more confidence with each step I take and now I step into the abyss of murky waters that are infested with the biggest shark in the promotion's history. Apollo, himself, would blush at this proposed Sun that radiates as if it was a red dwarf collapsing into a supernova. Yet, it was nothing more than a strike to the back of her head... she was supposed to wake back up... but she didn't...she wasn't suppose to die. When I was twelve years old, I blamed my Mother for her death, and for not getting out of such a dangerous business that had the potential to kill her.  Ten years earlier, I had been cradling in her arms as she told me a bedtime story and when I closed my eyes, it would be the last time that I would ever see her. She would never come back. She would revolutionize Joshi wrestling in Japan by bringing the Lucha style over from Mexico and my Aunt would tell me incredible stories of the legacy she left in both countries.  

"Hey Mom, it's me...Alex. I'm sorry for never being able to come around much but I'm on a tight schedule. I don't know whether you would have wanted me to ever follow in your footsteps because Dad was so against it, but I'm traveling the world and I even won this! Yes, it's the Interwire Championship! I told you that I would win a championship and I'm going to keep holding on to this belt as long as you continue to watch over me... Tokyo is so beautiful right now... sometimes I wish that Dad didn't move you to Tokyo so I could speak with you more, but he loved you so much and he still continues to miss you every day."

At only twelve years old, I borrowed my Aunt's long-distance card and rang up my Father who exiled himself in Japan after my Mother's death. He asked me how everything was going while I was still angry over the fact that he left me all alone in America, but I knew that I had questions that only he could answer. I told him that I wanted to come to Japan to train in professional wrestling. He grew silent but I had to become a professional wrestler because I wanted to know why my Mother would risk her own life for the sport that took hers. I spent the next four years asking to train in Japan while my father stubbornly yelled, "No!", while instantly hanging up.  Finally, when I was 16 years old, my father said that he would agree to fly me out so that he could shatter any hopes and dreams of ever becoming a professional wrestler while he was alive.  

"I face the toughest challenge in my career against Mr. DEDEDE and I came to ask you a few questions. What consumed you to the point that you would sacrifice your own life to cement your legacy within the squared circle? I'm asking this because Mr. DEDEDE is the centrifuge of professional wrestling across the world and is absolutely consumed with his legacy and where he stands within the EAW circle... I think I'm starting to understand just a little bit."

My fingers bled as my Father continued having me scrub every inch of the hardwood floor that various wrestlers had dripped blood and sweat over the last twelve hours. In between each panel, I had to do then do fifty pushups, situps, hindu squats, dive bombers, and finish off with one hundred burpees. I felt like I was going to die and I slumped over the floor in exhaustion as I was finishing up my last panel. "Just quit now!" My father said while watching me attempt to get up and find my footing. I was swaying back and forth as my hands trembled, holding the brush tightly, I grunted and attempted to swipe at the floor but fell down once again. "I said to just give up and quit already!" He thundered... and at that moment I thought about quitting. This endeavor was going to end my life, it was closest feeling to death that I've ever felt. "N....n.....no...." I squeeked. "What did you say?" My father asked. "I....s..s..aid....no." I could barely say anything, but I grabbed the brush and squatted and ran as hard as I could towards the wall. "I SAID NO!!!!" I screamed as I collided into the wall and slumped over. "You stupid idiot..." My father sighed as he picked up my exhausted body and I faded out of conscious.

"You truly believed in leaving your mark in professional wrestling and I wouldn't be here without you and Dad falling in love within the business. No matter how brash or arrogant I am, I'm doing everything for you, Mom. Do me a favor... watch over this upcoming Monday when I take on a whole world who doubts my ability to overcome. I know that you always believed that I would be someone someday and I'm going to do everything within my power to make sure that I not only continue your legacy but I forge my own as well. I love you, Mom."

I still hold a polaroid of my Mother holding me as an infant. I turned that picture into a tattoo of my mother on my left pectoral and myself on the right pectoral, a reminder of why I'm doing everything within this industry and to always stay humble no matter how arrogant people may believe I am. Sixteen years later, I'm standing over my Mother's grave in Tokyo, Japan and as tears fall down my eyes, I know that there is only one thing left to do.  I must go to Korakuen Hall and bear my soul for the whole world to see.

How funny—what was the event that led to my demise many believed to be perpetual, ended up being responsible for the righteous goal I take and the clear path I see. And so I walk, without the weight the thought of failure can so easily bring, but conviction so recognizable, that it has everybody rising up to their feet to see. Years from now, many people will reflect back to the day I returned to EAW as the prequel which led to this very moment, but the truth is that my whole career up to this very moment has been the prequel, the story of a thousand thoughts culminating to make the man that stands today. That I am not a monstrous man, but a once sick man who thought the antidote was being arbitrary and nihilistic. A man who wore a stoic face at all times to mask both frustration and happiness as I believed those emotions to be the quickest way to knock a person down a peg because it teases weakness, not fully understanding that I still felt like I was at the bottom despite being at the top, not realizing denying how I truly felt in favor of being ambiguous is what hindered my career no matter how strong I became. I scarcely bring up my Grand Rampage victory despite it defining me, but after all these years I forgot exactly why it did. It was because I saw an opportunity, the only opportunity I got at that point, and I capitalized on it despite meaning the end of my career if I failed. Ever since then I carried myself like an opportunist, but that isn’t what I have been these recent years. Rather, deep down I was afraid of rocking the boat, believing that if I simply played it safe, facing and confronting only the men the general managers wanted me to face that I would one day become World Heavyweight Champion again. Because ironically, despite becoming a pessimist, I was still very optimistic just like the fans were of me one day deciding not to antagonize them or neglect them. I took down those Omerta soldiers, not for any favors, but because it is the just thing to do as I take the reigns of my destiny and become the man not only the fans believe me to be, but who I once was.  

This is the birth of the White Rider surrounded by nothing but death.

One by one they all fell. When one of them fell, I’m sure he suddenly felt tired despite Zack Crash’s words motivating him to end a man’s career. When another got his head cracked, I’m sure he felt he was too weak to be of any use despite wearing full swat gear against men in regular clothing. When the last man faced his end, I’m sure he had moral qualms despite being prepared to see a mangled body barely resembling a human. In the end they were all anonymous and therefore could return home to their wife and kids and this will all feel like a bad dream soon enough. They’re lucky, but you’re not blessed with that though, JJ Silva. You’re a very proud man to the point where many see you as the voice of Omerta and with that comes you acting like you’re the right hand man, but pretending won’t make your outcome any more favorable. Did you not see what happened to both Dustin Brasch and Drastik? You can be either a beggar or a man who is capable of being powerful, but all succumb to the dance of death in my presence. You will have to look yourself in the mirror when they inevitably cast you out and all you will wonder is why you were so powerless, but that is not where you should be looking. Look at your hands for a moment, understand that those hands have not been able to secure gold, understand that those hands have only been able to achieve victories that only fade in time and not moments that are immortal. You’re not the voice of Omerta, I only hear propaganda with vague promises originally spewed from Zack Crash himself. I don’t see a man of high caliber, somebody who has every right to stand side by side with Zack Crash and Scott Oasis, but someone only a rung above the expendable troops you get to command, who laughably is convinced that because he’s in the inner circle, nothing but good things is coming his way when he's a self loather who doesn't mind being nothing more than an attack dog for the sole reason Omerta was created in the first place and that’s power for Zach Crash and his crown jewel while he gives everybody else crumbs.

“I know as long as I stick to what I do, my time will come. Speaking of time, but I know that it’s only a matter of it until Omerta’s on top of the world!”

This is exactly what I mean. Earlier you bring up that Omerta is in control and you’re right. The general manager has been stripped of most of his power and is forced to watch beasts do whatever they want without consequences, without even a threat directed at the hungry beasts. You have installed so many men into the staff of Dynasty, that it’s almost guaranteed one of them will try meddling our match in some capacity, and the kingpin’s protege has become World Heavyweight Champion, but you believe that certainly can’t be it. The credits are far from rolling, but even with this wave of momentum that’s carrying Zack Crash and therefore you by association, even with him practically having a brand hostage and thus having the ability to demand you’re given a title shot or anything else, you still feel as if you don’t have opportunities presented in front of you and simply have to wait. What a fool, you’re a man unaware he took poison. You could have ended Brian Daniels’ career, but Scott Oasis will get more praise if he retains in his first title defense. You could win Grand Rampage for a group you consider your brothers and sisters and you will have your leader who flat out says he's the greediest come after you and all of them will turn a blind eye without hesitation and do you want to know why? Because you’re more of a slave than you are free. You dehumanized yourself to the point where you’re nothing but a tool for Zack Crash, but a tool is only around when it is useful. If you wish, ignore what I say and fight us with all that you got and attempt to break the spirits of this team before it ever began. This is where it all starts and one day, all will question if Cerberus was a group of opportunistic legends who only planned to walk through the barren land that is the Tag Team Division or benevolent men who planned to bring it to life, but all will know that

when you fight us

abandon all hope.

You're a blind man, and you've chosen to follow the echo of Zack Crash's voice. I've dealt with said man, but now I've decidedly have chosen to put myself in two situations at the same time. Do you know why? It's not because I'm now a broken down man without his World Heavyweight Championship, it's because I've taught myself how to adapt. I knew, I KNEW... that one day my reign on the very top of this company would come to an end. And does it surprise me that the corruption was there to end it? It was only a matter of time that envy, jealously, and vengeance would play the important factor within this tale of twists and turns. It wasn't so long ago that Zack Crash was standing right before me --- demanding a World Heavyweight Championship shot for the first time, and then shortly after; a second time. I declined the first, accepted the second to make an example out of that wannabe politician. And you know what? I beat him, I defeated him, I overcame the "odds" he presumably stacked against me. It was never a challenge, and it never became a challenge until Zack Crash slowly started adding numbers to become this one force; Omerta. I do not deny that Omerta's uprising had come at the greatest time, but I can also admit that it's downfall will be just as predictable as it's debut. What do you exactly expect to get out of everything that Zack Crash has offered you, Silva? Do you expect glory, fame, riches beyond your wildest imagination? I'd consider yourself to be very naive if you were to so happen to believe everything the devil tells you. There's always an "if" to every bargain, and there's always a "clause" to every contract. Do you not see the real world for what it is? It's cruel, it's savage, it's unpredictable... and you've knelt down before the man who's willing to put a bullet between your eyes for his own greater good. He's lined every single member that he's intelligently recruited in one line, and he's marked you each with a tag, a number, and that number will represent how much use you are to him. How useful do you pretend to be, JJ? How useful do you honestly believe you are to his cause? You were once a man that nobody thought twice about investing in, because you were aligned with a bunch of misfits. And then suddenly, the former chairman has extended his hand out to you... and what does the desperation in you do? You gladly accept it --- and at that time, you saw the bigger picture that Zack Crash designed specifically for you. He blatantly lied to your face, promised you success, but who could blame the guy? He's smart --- and you're not, you don't realize what you've gotten yourself in. You play no vital role in Omerta, but only that of a pawn. You're in the front line of war, because he's saved his aces for last.

There's an easy reason as to why you've "envied" me --- and even goes to show how you cannot work as an independent elitist. Why envy anyone at all? Why show jealously? Why ADMIT to it? If you're that envious... do something about it, but have you? I haven't seen the slightest hint that you'll achieve greatness anytime soon. What? Do you actually expect to outlast forty other participants to win the Grand Rampage? You need to stop fooling yourself, kid, but hey... I'm open to any possibility here. Let's say that you do the unthinkable, let's say you "shock the world", and you somehow manage to FINALLY make a name for yourself, and WIN the Grand Rampage. You've gotten past some of the most hungry of names in; Lucian Black, Y2Impact, Carlos Rosso, Aren Mstislav, and those are just some who are willing to crush your skull in to win. Then you face the next crucial task in the process of winning this match, you have to decide on which World Championship you go after. We can already rule out the factor of you going after a potential defending World Heavyweight Champion in Scott Oasis --- and that's if he's able to get past Tig Kelly first. Zack Crash would refuse to allow his knight and a pawn to collide, so then there's the possibility that you face ShowDown's EAW Champion at the time, I'll give you your credit. You MIGHT just be able to contend for it... I mean considering he had just lost to the same guy that was taken off of Dynasty by the returning Marcus Creed and Troy Ace. But that goes to show nothing, since I took out both of those men effortlessly, and we've heard nothing from them since. So, we're down one-to-one, there's the fifty percent chance you have... and then the Answers World Championship begins to sneak up on you. I want you to look me in the eye, and I want you to tell me that your wrestling ability doesn't pale in comparison to Mr. DEDEDE, or we'll say Ares Vendetta as well. I'm trying to keep an open mind here, but it's really becoming way too difficult to keep a straight face. You wouldn't stand a chance, and your leveling factor would be that of the men you faithfully align yourself with... and even then I'd say that the miracle Zack Crash pulled off for Scott Oasis wouldn't occur twice. I really do admire your spirit, JJ, I honestly do. You've got the guts, but you don't have the right mindset to stand on your own right now. I know that neither Cyclone, or myself will be able to convince you differently --- with Zack Crash persistently whispering in your eye, giving you ideas of future success. But what future success is there? I ask you this again, not because I worry for your future, but because I've seen Zack Crash manipulate this company for far too long. I'm not always going to be there to oppose him, and of course somebody else will step up to the mantle, and play the newfound hero of the story... whoever that may be; Tig Kelly or Lucian Black --- they will have to end this corruption soon. I don't intend to involve myself in scenarios where I'm not needed anymore, and this gifts me the ability to assist another colleague who needs help. This? This match... it's purpose is almost as meaningless as your existence in Omerta. It will be one of those victories that's easily forgotten, because your "importance" will fade away in due time.

Dynasty Promo#1










The Scene opens backstage at the Giant Center, in Hersey, Pennsylvania  Inside the private dressing room of EAW's Social Media Champion "Picture Perfect" Mark Michaels.  It's here we find several memebers of Michael's entourage sitting around, chatting indistinctly, as hot-shot, usper agent Johnny J, walks in thru the door with a smile beaming across his face.
 
Johnny: "Mark, you in here?"
 
Michaels (Off screen): "Be right out John."
 
Michaels steps in to the shot while he finishes buttoning up his baby blue colored, 'Jason' style dress shirt from Hugo Boss.
 
Michaels: "What's up John?"
 
Johnny: "First off let me say, tonight you didn't just win, you sent a message to everyone watching.  The Viewers, the Board members, even the rest of the locker room.  I couldn't be prouder of you."
 
Michaels: "Yeah, I mean we couldn't have been out there more than six seconds, that's gt to be a record."
 
Johnny: "If it is it only makes what I have to say all the better.  First off, Satiation Monroe has just announced that you are officially in the Grand Rampage match."
 
Michaels' entourage all applaud as that million  dollar creeps up on Michaels' face.  
 
Michaels: "Bout time they said as much.  And let me tell you right now that if they thought what I did tonight was impressive, just wait till we get to Notre Dame Stadium. I'll be tossing out chumps faster than a fucking Machine gun,  Hell by the time I'm done, the University of Notre Dame will rename t' football team, the Fighting Picture Perfects  Now if only the Board Members would give me some real competition, instead of the hacks like RedRum that they've been feeding me."
 
Johnny: "Well that was something else I wanted to announce.  Next week, live on Dynasty, you are going to go one on one with Lucian Black."
 
 
The small crowd again applauds at Johnny's announcement.  Meanwhile Michaels's face, ever so briefly, flashes a look of total shock (which goes unnoticed by everyone else in the room) before resuming his usual expression of complete confidence. 
 

Michaels: " Finally, a chance to see what all the fuss is about this guy.  You know something John, in the time that I've been held back, and pushed aside by the board members, Ol' Lucian here has been paraded around as the so called 'face of DYnasty' or the ' Heart and soul of Dynasty'  and for all that hpye what result has he delivered?  All of jack shit!  Oh sure, he was able win that elimination chamber match to reincorporate Dynasty with rest of Elite Answers Wrestling, but let us not forget that he was the reason Dynasty was excommunicated in the first place.  Oh yeah, last year, Pain For Pride, his overrated ass was pinned one, two, three, right in the middle of the ring.  And ever since that moment, I have been picking up the pieces, and rebuilding Dynasty, turning it from a mere brand, to a social media  phenomenon.  A simple television show, to a rating Juggernaut that has far exceeded every other cultural capturing dating all the way back to I Love Lucy.  And who has benefited most from all of MY hard work?  It's certainly wasn't me.  It was John Conning's chosen choke, Lucian Black!  


Well guess what?  I'm done letting the big, fat, greasy haired, Samoan grasshopper, to kickback, relax, and get to steal all the credit for everything I have done for this brand!  OH no, in case anyone watching didn't get the message, playtime is over!  Now is the time, for me to take hold of everything that is rightfully mine.  All the fame, all the money, all the power, and all the glory, EVERYTHING!  And I will goddamned, straight to the deepest pit of hell, if Lucian, or any other over hyped, under developed, muscle headed jackass, will ever be able to say otherwise.  Face facts Lucian, honor, your honor to be more specific, has long since been buried, because there is no honor in claiming to be the leader of a locker room, when you have consistently let that entire locker room down.  There is no honor in time and again, getting handed the ball on the last play, only to fumble inches INCHES, from the goal line.  There is no honor in trying to cast blame on guys like Alex Anderson, and Creative Control for you coming up short..  Not when you've, unjustly I might say, been chosen to represent Dynasty, and everyone on it, myself included. 


So come Next Friday night, I am going to erase the stain of Lucian Black from Dynasty, by giving him an grade-A ass kicking.  And after I'm done with him, I am moving on to bigger, and better things, such as winning the Grand Rampage match, and going to to the main event of Pain For Pride.  Then, all the Michaels envy suffering haters out there, will have no other choice but to get down on their hands and knees, and recognize me as the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the Hash Tag Hero to millions of followers from every corner of the globe.  Followers who have seen that I am the total package of Looks, Charisma, and in ring skill that is unmatched by any other.  That is the reason they have chosen me to represent them as the undisputed Social Media Champion.  Those followers, and in due time Lucian, as well as the rest of the locker room, know without a doubt that I am the Destiny of Dynasty.  That I am the Brightest Burning Start that EAW will ever know.  And most importantly, that I am the true heart, soul, and face of Dynasty Wrestling.  Whether anyone likes it or not, Lucian is going to be left, laid out in the middle of the ring, staring up at the lights of the Bell Center. while the whole world posts to social media about my victory.  And come hell or high water, I guarantee that everyone watching Dynasty this Friday, will Picture THAT!" 


Michaels stirring speech bring for another round of applause from his entourage.


FADE TO BLACK.

April 9th 2016
12:32 a.m. 
…..

Oh what a beautiful day! 

I look outside my window and I see the gorgeous spring sky. A beautiful collage of vibrant colors as green trees fill up my view. I can even hear the birds happily chirp as they bring their babies their breakfast. What’s that? A child happily playing outside with his basketball? How adorable! Hmm? A dog shitting on my yard? Ooh, it’s okay! No big deal! The dark cloud that was once above my head that was only daunting me, teasing me -  is finally gone! I was so upset for a long time and now I feel as if a weight has been lifted from my pure shoulders. Sure, I’ve been through a lot of tough situations lately. My family was forcefully disbanded and both HBG and I were incredibly stressed because of it.  But on the bright side, I still have my Vixens Championship around my waist! I’m still the reigning champ, the champion that has defied all odds and the champion who has yet again, successfully defended her title against two other ‘tough’ competitors.  My name is still engraved in that stunning championship that has now been in my possession for five months. Five months of change. Five months of well-deserved change in this women’s division. I reinvented what it should be like to be a real Vixen in this threatening division and there isn’t a day that I won’t gloat about it. How can I not gloat about the revolutionary changes I’ve made? That I have single handed made… although, none of this could’ve been done without the guidance of the greatest vixen of all time… Miss Heart Break Gal. Better than Cameron Ella Ava, better than Kendra Shamez, better than all of the Vixens who have ever stepped foot in this damn ring. If it wasn’t for her taking me under her wing and teaching me everything that I know now, who knows what would’ve happened to me. I would’ve probably ended up as another Madison Kaline trying to interject herself in every pathetic group that offers her an invitation. 

Speaking of which, it’s hilarious to see how Maddie still tries to justify her loss the last time we met up in the ring. There’s not much you can say, Maddie, we all saw you lower your head in complete disappointment as you did the walk of shame. You know that you didn’t win that match because your in-ring awareness isn’t as sharp as mine. Your skills aren’t as matured and they aren’t as developed. You lost because I’m better than you. I know that you may never admit it and just hearing me say those words make you want to grind your teeth until there’s nothing left. You need to realize that it’s the truth because that’s the only way you’ll feel free. Knowing the truth about life is the way you’ll have that weight off of your shoulders. You’ve been lying to yourself this entire time, trying to convince everyone and anyone to believe your selfish lies. Saying that you’re the best Vixen EAW has to offer. Saying shit that makes everyone around “impressed” by your stellar performances. Yeah right. You’re nothing but a fraud, a fluke, a liar and not to mention a plain old dumb bitch. You can deny these facts as much as you want, but if there’s one thing you can’t deny is the fact that I came out victorious. You can’t hide away from the fact that I’m the one with the championship around her waist. I will continue being champion until I feel like it. If my time as champion ever ends, I want someone who actually knows how to wrestle to have it in their possession. So far, I haven’t met anyone who meets my standards. I guess that’s good for the EAW Universe, right? They won’t see an embarrassment for a vixen hold this championship and give it a bad name. Kind of reminds me of the person who held this title before me…

Our Dynasty match will be nothing but a mere warmup. It’s not something to take seriously. Going against the Sanatorium’s retarded little sister and .. um.. what’s her name again? Oh! Sheridan, right. Oh! She won the Vixens Cup, well of course, I was there! Hmm.. Who did she beat again? Oh yeah, Cameron Ella Ava. That must make you feel incredibly confident, right? You went through a lot of Vixens to get where you’re at. You defeated all of them and you wiped the ring with their carcasses. Although, one thing you have to keep in mind is that HBG and I aren’t just another Rey Shamez or Cameron Ella Ava. We’re more than that. We’re better, we have more talent and in-ring abilities than those two girls combined. In fact, no other Vixen in this roster can match up to HBG and I’s level. You can go ahead and look the other way, but once we get in the ring you’ll realize that all I’m saying is the truth. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, kid. 

And of course, how can I forget that before that encounter, I’m going one on one with the beast looking monstrosity, Angela. You know, when I said previously that my dynasty match is going to be a warm up, I lied. Now THIS is a warm up. I can’t get over the fact that I’m being placed in matches against people who clearly don’t stand a chance. I’ve gone against her before and the outcome is always the same! But let’s be honest, the only person I’m going to have my mind on is Maddie as she observes from the announcers table. You’re going to be able to see firsthand how it was kicking your ass at Reckless Wiring. Front seat to one of the greatest performers in EAW history! Now that I’m jealous of. 

Regardless of the climate, regardless of the feelings and thoughts that go through my mind one thing will never change; my superiority. I will always be above my competitors regardless of the circumstances. There’s never a day that goes by that another Vixen can out-perform me in the ring. That’s the only thing I care about; making sure I establish myself as the top Vixen of this division. Of course, I’ve already done that numerous times considering that I’ve defended my title successfully since it’s been in my grasp. However, I will never stop proving my worthiness of being champion. I will never get lazy and I will never let anyone else take my spot. Vixen of the year; Eris LeCava. Vixen of the decade; Eris LeCava. Vixen of the century; Eris LeCava. I’m just that good.

Don’t worry Lucas; I won’t test you. I am not your high school English teacher. Unfortunately, I can’t give you a big fat F in English and send your ass to summer school. But what I can do is curl into a tiny cute ball and cry myself to sleep because I am not getting your respect, which is the only thing that I care about in life.  Wait, wait….

(Christian starts to gasp. He brings his hands to his neck. After a couple of moments, he coughs it out. He inhales and exhales really fast before he continues to speak).

Breathe Christian, just breathe. You know I really wish I could just put myself out of this misery already. How can I mentally and physically step into the Voltage ring tomorrow? I’m shaking in my boots man! You know what? I should probably pay for my funeral now, so that my poor family doesn’t run into a financial problem. The almighty Lucas Johnson, who can’t win a match against an old man with a broken nose, doesn’t think highly of me. All right, I don’t have that much time on my hands, so I’ll stop here.  The first time I grabbed the microphone and spoke to EAW Universe, I made it crystal clear that I don’t seek anybody’s respect or trust; if anything, I want to do the exact opposite. I hate people and they hate me. They don’t want me to do well and I am happy to hear it. Lucas, the fact that you said nobody respects me including you means I am doing my job perfectly. I know that you aren’t too bright to notice that small little detail about me but hey thanks for pointing out my success nonetheless. Let’s go back in time, a few seconds ago, and talk about your last match against Starr Stan.  The first time you grabbed a microphone this week, you said you broke his nose. You were so happy to share it with the entire EAW universe that you could call it a career even though you haven’t achieved anything in a year. I mean you are still dreaming of getting just a shot at the New Breed Championship. It’s funny, isn’t it? I am afraid I have some bad news for you Lucas. You didn’t break Stan’s nose. The hundreds of other wrestlers before you did the dirty job for you; you were just lucky to be in the right place at the right time just like you are to be here still in EAW. And let’s pretend that I am lying for the sake of being your foe this week. You crushed the legend’s nose and you still could not beat him. That’s pathetic. You were handed a tremendous head start and you could not run with it. Have you ever broken your nose Lucas? Do you have any idea what it feels like?  Blood is streaming from your nostrils like a waterfall. Your nose is swelling. It’s harder to breathe with each breath. The last thing on Starr’s mind was you. He’s achieved everything he has ever wanted to in this business and losing to you wouldn’t tarnish his reputation, not even a little bit. Yet, despite all that, he walked out of the ring victorious.  And oh, what about his age? Oh right, Starr Stan was inducted to Hall of Fame in 2011. He’s too old for this business, at least that’s what people tend to say. He’s probably about to buy himself a fancy wheel chair and live the rest of his life at a retirement home in Hawaii. And then we have Lucas Johnson – an elitist with a year of experience, who should be reaching his prime right about now, but yet, you failed to out wrestle gramps. 

I am grateful to not be a part of the New Breed Championship division.  I don’t have the patience to wait three years just to get a title shot. Why would I be taking a back seat for such a long time when I could steal the limelight, become the role model for everyone including the legends and make history just like I am doing right now? It doesn’t make sense for a guy who’s talented like me. Now don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t mind being the New Breed Champion. I would make it greater than it has ever been, not because of the people who would challenge me for it, but because everything that I carry elevates with me to the next level. I am really happy to hear that the vast majority of the locker room thinks you are a good elitist. I know you don’t believe me but I actually am. Why would I lie to you or myself? After all I am the truth. You do need that fake support. You are not confident. Throughout this entire week you haven’t provided me with a single reason on how you plan on beating me, not a logical one at least. You think you are a future champion because guys like Xavier Williams and Scott Oasis respect you when we all know they are blinded by their happiness of currently being the champions. They could tell a small kitten that one-day he’s going to grow into a huge, merciless lion but we all know that’s impossible. I could say more but I really don’t need to. We both know that you are nervous and scared of stepping toe-to-toe with me, as a matter of fact you said you had butterflies. You can say it’s because of Mr. Cross all you want, but the real reason? It’s because you are facing me! Hell, you even proved my point today when you said you had to take yoga classes in Italy to calm your mind. I may not like you Lucas but tomorrow night I’ll help you reach your goal of getting stuck in a New Breed division for a long time. Actually no – for life!

The Truth has been spoken. 

(Camera fades to black).

There you go again, Phoenix, making grave errors in judgment that I guarantee you will prove costly on Voltage. The man that you're convinced was a "cancer to EAW" is no different than The Machine standing before everyone today. I tried to reform this business and usher in a new era, but people like you who claim to support change couldn't appreciate the revolution. I don't have multiple personality disorder, all of my traits just comprise the whole of who Y2Impact is. So, in reality, the opponent you're asking to face on Voltage has never been gone because "The Machine" is one in the same with the cancer you've blindly criticized. It speaks volumes that you thought I was in favor of the "status quo" when that's exactly what Hexa-gun and I were fighting against until insolent ingrates like you ruined everything. It's clear you don't actually understand the system; you're just another victim to it. In fact, you're already breaking out the excuses for losing on Voltage, how you have nothing to lose and everything to gain regardless of whose hand is raised, but if I embarrass you in that ring? No one's going to take you seriously. You'll be viewed as a laughingstock spoken of by families around dinner tables as "the guy Y2Impact destroyed" and joked about for thinking you had even the slightest chance to win Grand Rampage, let alone ever become a World Champion in this company. You think because I nobly embarked on an undertaking to reform an industry suffering from corruption that I had changed? That I no longer longed for competition or relished the thrill of a fight? I suggest you rewind whatever footage you watched, I led my team to victory and almost took a stranglehold over this company. I never put on a suit and tie to civilly talk business with the people I despised, so why the hell would I disavow competition when overcoming the obstacles in that ring was exactly what I needed to change the business? It wasn't an option, I NEEDED to be the best, I needed to be the predator because the only way to create change was through winning matches. You couldn't even begin to understand the uphill battle I faced, but you're talking like an expert and calling me a "cancer" because you're blind to the fact that I was the remedy; it just ultimately wasn't enough to cure the disease because wrestlers cut from the cloth of fear like yourself rose up in revolt against Hexa-gun, all this despite throwing around disgustingly hollow, fake, cutesy catchphrases like "that's change you can believe in!" and trying to put a smile on kids' faces. I couldn't care less about "breaking you" and forcing you to realize the error in your beliefs, I'm not a babysitter and if anyone expects me to nurture you into a competent wrestler worth his stripes, they can take that sentimental garbage somewhere else because my only purpose for competing on Voltage is to inflict pain, win, and secure my position in the Grand Rampage.

Despite that, you claim I'm spineless even though I've wrestled in matches more barbaric than you can possibly fathom all for the purpose of winning. Your biggest claim to fame in the business is winning an Open Fight Gauntlet match in which you were the last competitor and barely managed to sneak by with a victory. Suddenly, you're World Championship material, capable of touring around the globe and headlining shows? Spare everyone the lies and stop pretending this is some sort of fantasy land where you dictate your own fate and have a legacy even remotely comparable to mine, you're only hurting yourself in the grand scheme of things by operating under the mistaken assumption we're on the same wavelengths. Ashten Cross doesn't care about you in the slightest; you're just a vessel for that amateurish company shill to imprint his dislike for Y2Impact on because he's got a grudge against me and is counting his lucky stars praying you can solve the problem he couldn't. You perfectly represent the term "elite" -- a brainwashed, craven little sheep of a man that would rather abide the mandates of his superiors than redesign the complexion of EAW in his image. If Ashten stripped you of the opportunity to challenge for any championship of your choice in the future, don't pretend you wouldn't stop riding his coattails and singing his praises. It's all because he's an affording you an opportunity out of his malice for me that you're claiming he's some gracious, upstanding savior sent from the Heavens to ensure justice prevails. But if you fail to defeat Y2Impact on Voltage? You'll no longer be in Ashten's good graces, then it's back to the bottom of the barrel for Phoenix Winterborn, you fail miserably at Grand Rampage getting eliminated by El Laberinto, and then you're left with one opportunity to prove yourself to everyone when you face the Answers World Champion in a match that will forever define you. So, contrary to popular belief, no, you don't have "nothing to lose and everything to gain" -- these next few matches will shape your reputation as a success or a failure. After I beat you on Voltage, you're going to extend your arms to Ashten Cross hoping he answers with a helping hand, and he'll be nowhere to be found... All because of me.

SHOWDOWN PROMO #2

"SICK AND TIRED OF IT"

---The scene opens as Terry Chambers's limo is arriving at the Showdown arena and Terry Chambers steps out of the limo wearing a suit and tie carrying a duffle bag with the strap on his shoulder and a EAW Interviewer approaches him in fear---

Terry Chambers: What the hell do you want right now?

Interviewer: I...I...I.....I just want to..to...get your thoughts on the words of Rex McAllister a few hours ago!

Terry Chambers: Rex McAllister....Ah yes yes the guy who thinks he is actually worth something in this wrestling industry and his career is going to fall completely flat when he is going to be fed to me come tomorrow night! Yes I have heard his comments...so why are you here?

Interviewer: Wel...Well.... I just wanted to get your thoughts..and see..see if you have any last words to say to him....befo...before tomorrow night?

Terry Chambers: As a matter of fact, yes I do! Ok let's see here, if I remember correctly, Rex said something that just didn't make sense, wait nevermind, nothing that comes out of his mouth makes sense! So this guy wants to put a paraphrase claim on me? He says that I pretty much just say the same shit he says.....that makes absolutely zero sense because if I recall he is paraphrasing me because I was saying the shit like he doesn't belong and I am going to end his career yet I was saying this exact same stuff for several weeks during our handicap match and tag teach match and I just never pulled the trigger to end your career because I thought you could maybe, just maybe have the opportunity to be good but from what I have seen in the ring lately from you, you don't take this business seriously! I know you don't take this business seriously because you are what I say you are, you are just a no talented pretty boy who is only in this for the paycheck! Then this motherfucker actually says that I don't care about this industry and that's where I nearly lost it but I cooled myself down and realized that's what everybody has told me in the past and they found out when that bell rang how much I did care! Let me tell you a little story Rex, you don't think I care about this business huh? Once upon a time I was working a match in New York City and I botched a moonsault and actually killed a man because of it but I picked myself back up and continued to do what I LOVE! Then another time I broke my own knee cap and then went on to wrestle another 25 minutes in that match and done many other things! So the way I see it you have no right what-so-ever to ever say I don't care for this business! I have done some things in this business that would somehow make the deads jaws drop! This business requires you to put 110% into every single one of your matches and leaving your blood, sweat, and tears in that ring when you're done and also Rex, you also have to know what you're doing! You seem to just strut around this place like you are a veteran and you need respect when in retrospect it's quite the opposite! I am the one who deserves the damn respect around here because over the years I am the one who has busted my ass and what do I get? Getting called a roidhead every chance anybody gets to talk about me and being put in a lot of pointless matches like I am come tomorrow night on Showdown with you tomorrow night Rex! You need to learn to respect somebody with my abilities in the ring  and my respect for the business and quite frankly, I am sick and tired of the disrespect around here for TERRY CHAMBERS and tomorrow night is going to be my opportunity to finally show EAW management that I deserve better than what I am getting and to show them that THE star is going to destroy their supposed rising star in Rex McAllister and Rex, tomorrow...all the fun and games is over....tomorrow......I pull the trigger and I do what I should have done weeks ago...I end your career and I GUARAN-DAMN-TEE it! And I never...EVER break my guarantees...I promise....and I never break my promises! See you in my kingdom known as the squared circle come tomorrow night on Showdown!

Interviewer: Ok...ok....so....do..do..you...

Terry Chambers: Apparently you don't want to ask the next question so this interview is over..now get out of my god damn way right now!

---Terry Chambers aggressively shoves the interviewer out of his way and walks into the arena---

(The camera pans to display a busy street as cars go up and down it. A taxi comes to a stop beside a sidewalk in front of a bar. Venom stumbles out of the taxi with a flask in his hand. He's wearing a cowboy hat, boots, dirty blue jeans, and a T-Shirt.)

Venom: Ya-Ya... Ya wait on me, alright? I'll be right back.. you just wait on me.

(Venom stumbles into the bar. He puts his flask in his pocket and takes a seat at the bar next to another man who is drinking a beer. Venom orders a beer and is soon served one. He takes a swig as he begins to speak.)

Venom: You... you look like a nice guy.

(Venom hiccups as the man next to him looks around confused.)

Man: Who... me?

Venom: Yeah, you. What do you call your self, amigo?

Man: Randy.

Venom: Well, Rick-

Randy: It's Randy.

Venom: Who's Randy? Anyways, I gotta ask ya a question.

(Venom takes another swig of his beer as he continues to speak.)

Randy: What is it?

Venom: I got this mexican friend... he's kinda odd and he wears a mask, but we're pals, ya know? We we're in Team DCW together which you've probably heard of. He calls himself El Landerson. Well a few weeks ago we tussled it out on Battleground. But what happened was bad. He assaulted me in my jabronis.

Randy: Your jabronis?

Venom: Ya know... my nuts. Well he got me down there but I was able to pull out the victory. But I didn't get my proper pay back on him.

Randy: I don't know what to tell you.

Venom: WHAT?!

(Venom finishes off his beer. He then stands on the bar.)

Venom: HEY. LADIES, TRANNYS, AND GENTS ALIKE. YEAH, I'M TALKING TO ALL OF Y'ALL!

(Everybody in the bar looks up at Venom.)

Venom: HEY BAR TENDER, GIVE EVERYONE IN HERE A DRINK!

People in the bar: WOOOOOOOOOO!

Venom: Y'ALL LIKE THAT?!

People in the bar: YEAH!

(The waiters begin to bring drinks to everybody.)

Venom: WELL LET ME ASK Y'ALL SOMETHING! THIS GUY I KNOW... HE WEARS A MASK AND LOVES BEING IN TEAM DCW... HE ATTACKED ME IN THE NO NO AREA! WHAT SHOULD I DO?!

Random Guy: KICK HIS ASS!

Random Woman: KNOCK HIS TEETH IN!

Another Random Guy: AVENGE YOUR BALLS!

Venom: Avenge... my balls?!

Randy: This got weird really fast.

Venom: ALRIGHT! SAY IT WITH ME! AVENGE VENOM'S BALLS! AVENGE VENOM'S BALLS!

(Everybody in the air begins to chant "AVENGE VENOM'S BALLS".)

People in the bar: AVENGE VENOM'S BALLS! AVENGE VENOM'S BALLS!

Randy: Oh, what the hell! AVENGE VENOM'S BALLS! AVENGE VENOM'S BALLS!

(Venom and the people in the bar continue to chant. Venom steps down from the bar as he continues to chant as he walks towards the door. He opens it.)

Venom: AVENGE VENOM'S BALLS! OH YEAH, THAT ROUND OF DRINKS WAS ON RANDY RIGHT THERE AT THE BAR!

People in the bar: WOOOOOOOOO!

Randy: WHAT?!

Venom: AVENGE VENOM'S BALLS!

(Venom leaves the bar as Randy gets angry as he's handed the check. The people in the bar continue to chant. Venom stumbles to the taxi and gets back in it. It drives off as Venom rolls down the window and yells to people walking down the sidewalk.)

Venom: HEY EVERYBODY... I'M GONNA AVENGE MY BALLS!

(Venom pulls out his flask and takes a drink as the taxi drives away.)

(The camera fades to black.)

Christian you think you're so funny don't you? You think you are funny making fun of me and my family? I don't think so Christian, you need to be taught a lesson and that lesson is respect. You don't have my respect, you shouldn't have Kyousuke Miyahara's respect, you shouldn't have the respect of the fans around the world and especially Ashten Cross.....Mister Ashten Cross to put it to a tee. You act like everyone should bow down to your feet Locke, you aren't a Legend! You are apart of the hottest division on the roster right now and that is the New Breed division. This division is meant for the newbies that are going to be the bright future of the land of the elite. Future stars that will be main eventers in a few years but you shouldn't be apart of this division or even apart of the roster that we call the land of the elite. At first I thought you were all talk and just hyping up the triple threat match for Sunday but day by day I came to the conclusion you are just a total dick! I do not have a mom tattoo on my ass but I will tell you I recently got a tattoo on my arm that reads 'Forever Our Angel' with a breast cancer symbol right next to it for my aunt dealing with breast cancer.

I got to admit being here in Italy counting down the hours till showtime kinda sucks, because the butterflies are continuing to fill up and i'll admit I even puked a few times from being so nervous. Since I arrived here in Italy straight from Germany on Tuesday afternoon I got something to eat and went to bed that night and the next morning I went to the local gym and continued to train. The grind never stops for me each and every week and I even decided to add a little moves to my asset by taking some jiu jitsu classes to use it in the squared circle. My kicks are getting stronger day by day, just with one kick you can fall to the ground and can break your arm with The Machine Break. I even did some yoga classes while here in Italy to calm my body down and get mentally prepared for this match. I wish I had did these things while I was doing wrestling at the Ohio State University because they have really helped me get more focused and clean my emotions for this match. It's an absolute joke that you have zero respect for the Voltage General Manager - Ashten Cross, I hope this Sunday at ringside he talks some sense into you and makes you realize who's the one in Authority around here. Every week when I can't win the big one like against Hamau Koa, Ryan Young, Kenny Drake for the number one contenders match and even StarrStan I pick myself back up and focus on the next match I have. People come up to me backstage in the locker room and praise me for having such a great heart and not giving up people like Xavier Williams, Azumi Goto and even Scott Oasis, it's remarkable how much respect I have from the people in the locker room but there will be haters in this business. Some people think that I should have stayed as an amateur wrestler back in Atlanta and think this place is for independent wrestlers only and I say screw you to them, this is America I have a freedom to do whatever I want and do as I please. This week I will not let my family down, I will not let the locker room down, I will prove the haters wrong and I will prove to Ashten Cross and everyone all around the world why I belong to be here.

Christian I think you are forgetting about someone, while we are talking there is someone else in this match. Kyousuke Miyahara is the third person in this match and is like a silent assassin probably focusing on our weakness' and training like their is no tomorrow. Enough with the talking it's time to walk the walk, it's turning back from here I hope you and Kyousuke bring your 'A' game tomorrow.

There are two primary choices in life: to accept conditions as they exist, or accepting the responsibility for making changes to those conditions, and believe that without a shadow of a doubt you are going to be all the better for doing so in the end. You can't be afraid of change. You may feel very secure in the pond that you are in, but if you never venture out of it, you will never know that there is such a thing as an ocean, a sea. Holding onto something that is good for you now, may be the very reason why you don't have something better later. It's about putting your best foot forward and seizing the moments. Leaving all doubt in your rear view mirror. Bottom line is, even if you see 'em coming, you're not ready for the big moments. People rarely are. No one asks for their life to change, not really. But it does, and when it does, you must be ready for anything. Life is about adaptation. So what are we, helpless? Puppets? No. The big moments are gonna come regardless if we're ready. You can't help that. It's what you do afterwards that counts. That's when you find out who you really are.

(Footage is shown an episode of Showdown last month)

Mercer: JASON CAGE RELEASES THE HOLD AS BOTH MEN SCRAMBLE TO THEIR FEET – AND JASON CAGE CATCHES THE ARM OF XAVIER AGAIN, TRYING TO TAKE THE MAN DOWN TO THE CANVAS, BUT XAVIER’S ABLE TO PUSH THE MAN AWAY… STRAIGHT INTO THE REFEREE!! THE OFFICIAL GOES DOWN, SENT TO THE OUTSIDE!! JASON CAGE STUMBLES BACK AS XAVIER GRABS HIM FROM BEHIND – BUT CAGE COUNTERS AGAIN!! CROSSFACE!! HE’S GOT IT AGAIN!! JASON CAGE IS PULLING OUT EVERYTHING HE CAN TO BEAT THE HALL OF FAME CHAMPION!! WHAT A MINUTE?! REX MCALLISTER?! REX MCALLISTER ON THE APRON DOING WHAT HE CAN TO GET JASON CAGE’S ATTENTION! CAGE RELEASES THE HOLD – DUSTIN BRASCH FROM BEHIND!! DUSTIN BRASCH CLIPPING THE KNEE OF JASON CAGE AND LIKE A PACK OF DOGS, REX MCALLISTER AND DUSTIN BRASCH JUMP ON JASON CAGE!! XAVIER WILLIAMS SITS IN THE CORNER LAUGHING AS DUSTIN AND REX TAKE THE MAN APART!! REX LIFTING CAGE BACK TO HIS FEET AND THROWS HIM TOWARDS DUSTIN BRASCH!! BARCLAYS DRIVER!! JASON CAGE DRIVEN DOWN INTO THE CANVAS!! XAVIER GETTING BACK TO HIS FEET AND YOU CAN HEAR THE MAN GIVING THE ORDERS AS DUSTIN DRAGS JASON CAGE BACK UP!

Ryder: I NEVER THOUGHT THIS IS WHAT WE WOULD SEE TONIGHT!! REX GRABBING THE HEAD OF JASON CAGE, USING THE ROPES – THE REX EFFECT!! WHAT A DDT FROM REX MCALLISTER!! AND NOW XAVIER WILLIAMS WANTS INTO IT; REX AND DUSTIN SLOWLY DRAGGING JASON CAGE UP ONTO HIS KNEES – KINGS FALL!! GROUNDED SUPERKICK TO THE JAW OF JASON CAGE, BUT DUSTIN AND REX DON’T LET THE MAN FALL; CAGE IS COMPLETELY UNCONSCIOUS!! XAVIER WILLIAMS PULLING DOWN THE KNEEPAD… just finish it Xavier, the three of you have done enough. Xavier Williams lifting Jason Cage up onto his shoulders, the man’s just deadweight… GO TO SLEEP?! XAVIER WILLIAMS USES THE EXPOSED KNEE TO HIT THAT GO TO SLEEP!! DUSTIN BRASCH ROLLING THE REFEREE BACK INTO THE RING AS XAVIER WILLIAMS HOOKS THE LEG!!


ONEEEEEEEEEEEE!…. 


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!…


THREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!


(Ding, Ding, Ding!)

A few weeks ago it was about making a change to the direction I wanted MY career to go. A big BIG change in fact. It had got to that point. The point where you start to question everything your doing. Where is it all going wrong? Questioning whether you should accept things as they are and ride it out? Or, start making changes now while you still have a chance. Changes that can only come when you decide that it's time. It's time to try something else. It's time to finally adapt and evolve. Do it now? Or continue to fall...fall deeper into depths of obscurity. Where there is a path of no return. Only disjointed melancholy that leads to the fleeting unknown. So try something else, I have done. Look back I will not. Start taking what I deserve, I will.


(Once again we cut to more footage from Showdown last month)


Mercer: I don’t know what’s happened to Xavier Williams over the past few months, but the man we see now if a completely different one to what we was months prior. That was absolutely brutal… but it looks to have been a success for these three men.


Ryder: We need some help out here for Jason Cage; the man fought gallantly and at one time I thought he was about to pull off the upset, but the numbers were just too much. Dustin Brasch and Rex McAllister just put themselves on the map, big time.


Mercer: We had seen this building; Xavier recruited Dustin Brasch from Dynasty and tonight Rex McAllister joins their side. This is something that I’m sure everyone is going to be talking about and something that everyone is going to have in the back of their minds. Ladies and Gentlemen, this is all the time we have for you tonight. This is Jake Mercer signing off… we’ll see you all next week.)


(Xavier Williams raises the Hall of Fame Championship high into the air as Rex and Dustin raise their arms. The camera fades to black as “Dream On” continues to play until finally the logo buzzes.)


(EAW Logo Buzzes…)


(Scene fades back to McAllister in his locker room as he continues)

That was the turning point for me leading up to this very day. I've now become the dark horse of Showdown stemming from my actions of the last several weeks based on smart calculated decisions I have made to further my career. The name Rex McAllister is now on other guy's minds in that Showdown locker room. This was a business decision that was made. I have started to finally realize the things that can be mine, if I so desire it, and soon I will start taking what I rightfully deserve. New Breed, Interwire, Tag, EAW. You name it. Through Xavier Williams' vision, Caine Kronin and myself will begin making our names more well known on Showdown and in Elite Answers Wrestling, and in the process, furthering the EAW product. We will continue to make Showdown the number one show on televisions all around the globe. This vision will not come without its fair share of scrutiny of course. There will be detractors every step of the way. Isn't that what every visionary faces? Naysayers and nonbelievers? But who are they to judge? Why judge something you don't understand? Why try to oppose someone's vision if it's what's best for the business? Why try to bury the careers of two very talented individuals like Caine Kronin and myself before we even really get going? Why try tarnish the career of a Hall of Famer like Xavier Williams, who has put his body on the line in some of the most hellacious, most important and impactful matches this company has had to offer? A man who did what he did to Tarah Nova for a reason!? Why try to ruin the careers of guys like us that actually care about the direction the company goes now and well into the future!? Do you really think that is what is best for business Shields??? It's not worth the trouble Shields. Trust me. In this situation Shields, it's probably best for everyone if you just back off and let bygones be bygones here. No reason anyone else should have to suffer in all this.  Tarah Nova may be returning this week, but she better not show herself on Showdown! It's not over until Xavier Williams says so. Remember that Shields! 

Ah, and my opponent for this week. He thinks I'm funny, huh? A real jokester am I? You want to hear a joke? It's a big funny joke in fact. The biggest!...TERRY CHAMBERS. He calls himself the Barbaric Carnivore, huh? More like the carnivore with no roar. All bark and no bite. You're no God of Wrestling either Terry, but I'm willing to bet people are sure saying to themselves, "GOD, he sure needs to QUIT WRESTLING", after witnessing one of your atrocious matches. All jokes aside though. Terry is what I would like to refer to as a first-rate prick. An asswagon. An incompetent loser, who soon will have no future in this company after Showdown is all said and done. He's not exactly what I would call the sharpest knife in the drawer. Terry really should think before he speaks, because if he really went back and listened to some of the things he said in his shitty promo, he would've noticed that most of everything that he said were exactly the same things I said in my promo. Pretty much paraphrasing me. Such as claiming I am not that good, and that I don't belong here, and that he's going to end my career. The only difference though when I say everything I say Terry...I can actually back up what I say. Everything I have done over these last several weeks can vouch for my claims. My actions can back up the conviction behind every last word I have said of the things that I can and will do to you Terry Chambers. Actions Terry...its actions that ALWAYS speak louder than words. I mean what do you actually think Terry!? Do you really think you are stepping into the ring on another Voltage pre-show with the likes of Martin Davidson or Daniel Marshall??? Or even the same Rex McAllister from Last month on Battleground???...Wake up Terry! Things are different now. It's high time you come to realize that. This isn't a match you want any part of come Showdown Terry! That footage I showed you from several weeks back? I showed you that for a reason. In that footage there was another strapping young man standing by the side of Xavier Williams and myself. His name is irrelevant and not worth being repeated from that footage. Just as irrelevant as his career in Elite Answers Wrestling. Needless to say he no longer stands beside us in our quest to bring this company to new heights. WHY??? Simple. Business. The man couldn't handle his own FUCKING BUSINESS. He dropped the ball. He failed to capitalize on a golden opportunity to make a name for himself. That's what this is for me come Showdown Terry. MY FUCKING BUSINESS. Make no bones about it Terry. I will be handling my business in that ring accordingly come this Sunday. It's not personal Terry. It's business. Just remember that when I'm decimating you in that ring without remorse, with no regrets. Mind over matter Terry. It's business first, and then...well, no, that really is all there is in all this. I am going to eradicate you Terry, and guys like you going forward. Guys who don't care about this business. Guys who don't care about advancing it to new heights. Guys like you that are undeserving of the opportunities they have been given since day one that they have been here! Guys that are nothing more than a waste space!It's like I said already Terry. You are trash! Expired trash! Like expired trash Terry, you are starting to stink! and it's time to take you out! They say Terry that ignorance...that can be cured. However stupidity? That's forever. That's what you are Terry. Your very stupid! You've been that way your whole career! One miscalculation after another. Placing all of your eggs in one basket. Stupid moves by a stupid man. Showing up in that ring on Showdown will end up being the stupidest most miscalculated move of your entire wrestling career Terry. The last move of your career. I'll be waiting for you Terry. Rest assured of that! See you on Showdown!