Dynasty Promo #1
 
 






The scene opens inside the private dressing room of EAW's Social Media Champion "Picture Perfect" Mark Michaels, who just minutes before, promised the world wide audience of Dynasty Wrestling, that he would soon make his play to acquire more power.  Currently we find Michaels (dressed comfortably in his #HERO t-shirt tucked into his Kenneth Cole blue jeans, and black suede Ferragamo driver loafers pulling the outfit together)  sitting down while fervently typing status updates acriss his social media accounts, almost unaware that his agent, Johnny J, has entered the room.


Johnny: "Okay Mark, I just talked to the matchmakers, and..."


Michaels (interrupting): "Hang on a sec John, the trolls are relentless tonight."


Several moments pass as Michaels types up, and posts several replies in rapid secession.
 

Michaels: "Okay, sorry about that John.  Go ahead with what you were saying."


Johnny: "Well I talked to the match makers, and next week you're facing..."


Michaels: "Wait, let me guess.  Maxwell Dachs?  I've been waiting for them to announce my rematch for the New Breed Championship."


Johnny: "Umm, you're not facing Dachs next week."


Michaels: "No?  Oh they must be giving me, that National Elite championship match that I'm owed.  Seeing as I did technically beat Tig Kelly, and never got another crack at that belt."


Johnny: "No."


Michaels: "Well then I must be facing Tig, and Zack Crash to determine who is gonna get to kick Scott Oasis' ass, right?"


Johnny simply shakes his head no.


MIchaels: "Well then who?  I've named every one who is long overdue for an A-list ass kicking, and seeing as how the Management bumped the presentation of the certificate declaring it Mark Michaels day in the state of Minnesota,  to the goddamn pre-show so that there was some 'exclusive content' for the EAW Network, I figure they owe me one."


Johnny: "I figure that too, but next week they have you facing off against RedRum."


an expression that reads 'Who?' paints Michaels face.


Johnny: "He's a new guy, used to be a clown I think."  
  

Michaels: “A clown?  A mother fucking clown?!  I’ve told John Conning, and the rest of the polyester platoon who serve on the board of directors for the past month, that I deserve only the best!  The best in hotel accommodations, the best private dressing rooms, and most importantly the best in terms of opponents that I face every Friday night.  And this is the best that they can pull out of their asses?   Some sideshow freak in face paint who’s untested, unproven, and frankly unworthy of the opportunity to face me.  I swear, just when I think the board is finally coming to their senses, and have recognized my natural Perfection, they pull stunts like this.   How many more times am I going to be disrespected like this?  How many more curtain jerkers am I going to plant head first into the mat? What more do I have to prove?  If it wasn't obvious before, then it must be now for sure, every single member on that board of directors, is a head in the sand, Michaels envy suffering, good for nothing hater!  So for right now I'll play their game, but when the time is Perfect, I'm going to make my move, and when I do, I'll be the one calling the shots around here on Dynasty.




So let DumDum, or what ever the fuck his name is, step in the ring with me next week. He'll find his ass filled with so much of my foot, he'll think I'm pulling a clown car routine on him.  Next Friday, I am going to wash the stain of little goofy looking piece of dog feces, off of not only the Dynasty brand, but off Elite Answers Wrestling as a whole.  This joker is in for the ass kicking of a life time.  A beating uglier than the bearded lady.  And it all going to happen center stage in Hersey, Pennsylvania!  Before a packed house, filled to the rafters with my followers, inside the Giant Center.  Nothing will be sweeter than when I leave this overhyped, under developed, jackass laid out in the middle of the ring, staring up at the lights.


Like the old saying goes, there's no such thing as better than Perfect, and chuckles over there  is going to find that out first hand next week.  He's going to see why I'm the Twitter Trendsetter, The Instagram Icon, The Hash tag hero to millions upon millions of people from every corner of the globe.  Followers who aren't entertained by some asshole in over sized shoes, tripping over his own feet.  Followers who enjoy the sophistication, of seeing a once in a lifetime athlete, at the top of his game, plying his craft before a world wide audience.  The people who recognize me as Destiny of Dynasty.  The people who stand as witness to me being the Brightest Burning Star that EAW will ever know, and most importantly, the people who have lifted me up, to stand on their shoulders, and represent them as their Undisputed Social Media Champion!  I am a man who grows more powerful with every person who clicks the follow button on any of my social media accounts.  And soon, very soon, Red Rum, and all the other clowns in the locker room, as well as back at EAW corporate headquarters, will have no choice but to bow before my feet, and no matter who likes it or not, everyone will be Picturing THAT!"


WITH THAT THE VIDEO FADES TO BLACK.

When you fabricate tyranny that doesn't exist it's not so long before real tyranny arises and is widely ignored until it's too late.

That's the lesson I thought EAW would have learned from everything that's taken place over the last three years. I thought if you people had learned anything from all of this turbulence and turmoil that's enshrouded the Land of Elite, Extreme, Merchants, Beasts -- I thought if the tyrants and megalomaniac false prophets who've arisen would have taught you anything, it'd be to choose wisely before you dishonestly propagandize against the already established order based on matters rooted in self interest. I thought you knew better. I thought the boy would learn not to falsely cry wolf after having to be rescued from skirmishes against real wolves. I thought people saw for themselves the dark road this can lead us to. 

But in the annals of history you'll find that agents of disinformation have existed in every regime of power, railing against the machine, cherry picking evidence and artfully weaving together the convenient narratives to support their selfish cause. These people all make the same claims, the play the same role: the downtrodden, subjugated anti-authority leading light luminary who knows the truth of the system and will expose the harrowing underbelly of the great big serpent, domineering over the land! Follow him, for he will show you the way! He will be the catalyst to change! And we love change, don't we? Especially when we aren't getting everything we want! Especially when there are grievances, big and small, that aren't being tended to by "Big Brother!" How dare big brother take advantage of our misfortune!? Look at the inequality! Look at the system, it's rigged! The top 1% have amassed the same amount of wealth and power as the remaining 99%! This is a travesty! This goes against everything that we represent! This doesn't suit us, so this isn't fair!

Isn't that right Nick? Isn't that your gripe? That this meritocracy that you so claim to embrace isn't your friend after all? Maybe the system isn't working well enough now that it's not working for you. So now you're going to "EXPOSE" me. You're going to "EXPOSE" Mr. DEDEDE as being the puppet of the oligarchy and just another one of the authority's favorite sons. That's it! That's got to be it! That explains the six World Championships! That explains the six Match of the Year awards! It was all handed to me! Of course! And the career-defining victories? The death-defying matches?? The clutch performances throughout the years made in the heat of the moment in the biggest battles this industry have ever seen??? NOPE! All a hoax! All of it's been handed. The Meritocracy has gone too far now! It's a conspiracy! 

All this coming from a man who' career highlight is interfering in someone else's match at Pain for Pride 4.

It's rich. It really is. Maybe the half-peddling, tin foil hat rhetoric would have worked if you could actually back all of what you said up in the ring... but we're world's apart, and that's been the underlying theme between us from the moment our match against each other was announced. Congratulations. You earned a couple of victories over me several years ago. NOT the "fair way", NOT "by yourself" like you try to make it seem. No, when snake oil salesmen like you (who are a dime a dozen by the way) come around flaunting whatever advantages you can find over me, it's always the same with you people, you ALWAYS omit the details that aren't convenient for you. But since no one's brought it up yet, I'll bring it up; both of your victories over me were in handicap matches against me. La-dee-dah, excuse me while I sing your praises far and wide. It's not impressive. It doesn't mean anything. Especially when I rectified that loss by defeating all three of you chumps, three on one, at Showdown Homecoming -- AND I EVEN PINNED YOU TO DO IT! But fine, we can play your game and pretend it never happened, okay? Pretend Homecoming never happened, pretend I didn't embarrass the three of you on my own, and let's pretend your victories over me were on a level playing field (even though they weren't.) Maybe those victories would have meant a damn if you followed them up with career defining accomplishments, but you've been on and off the radar for the past three years now. Some days you exist, some days you deserve to be acknowledged, but most days you're a non-factor. Just being generous I'd say your peak is at the middle of the pack -- not -- not because of anybody else, Nick. Because of you. IT'S YOUR FAULT, NO ONE ELSE'S. Not mine, not HRDO's, not John Conning's, or Ashten Cross' fault... yours. You've had a couple of... what do I even call them? Do I say they're validating? Is that what I should call your win over Clark fucking Duncan? Validating? Or how about your win against Carson Ramsay? Is that what you're going to hang your hat on? Or is your crowning achievement in your entire career, your ENTIRE CAREER, ALMOST defeating Devan Dubian? You see Nick, when you take the tin foil hat route and attempt to explain away another man's success with conspiracy theories, there's one thing your rhetoric will never account for, and that's your own personal failure. No amount of propaganda painting me out to be some sort of puppet will change what you've failed to accomplish. No matter what you say about me, no matter how many title shots I've been given last year; nothing will change the fact that when it came to defeating Devan Dubian to become the Answers World Champion, I succeeded where you failed.

Six year career, a six year career and you haven't won a single World Title, and I hold two World Titles in the year of 2015 alone. That's not by mistake, Nick. That's not a coincidence. You've been in plenty of title matches, you've been in numerous tournaments, you've even been in a World Title tournament against me and you never delivered on any of them. So you keep trying to talk to me about being afforded opportunities and honestly we aren't even going to have this conversation. I won't entertain the thought, I won't engage in the discussion. A man like me, who just by breathing has given more opportunities to you than you could have ever created for yourself, doesn't need to account for opportunities. As if I'm not NOTORIOUS for creating opportunities when I don't have any. So you know what? Why don't you bring it up with someone who fucking cares. Bring it up with every other person who's been handed a World Title shot in the past year. Bring it up with Scott Oasis who didn't do a single thing to earn the World Heavyweight Championship match he got at Reckless Wiring. Bring it up with Xavier Williams, or Mexican Samurai, or the majority of those who are holding a championship period right now and didn't "earn it" in the way you'd like. I understand when you're a perpetual failure who comes so close to having a grasp of the brass ring just to let it slip from your fingertips each time, excuse making is like second nature to you kind of people. Pointing, blaming, disheveling others reputations, disparaging their names, besmirching their accomplishments in a desperate last gasp attempt at bailing your own self out for not being as successful as people you think you're better than; it's all like a fucking hobby to guys like you! I get that. I get it. It's the armchair critic who sinks into his loveseat in an envious fit of contempt and see's the guy who accomplished what they failed at and immediately chalk up their lack of success to ''the system.'' And that's what you're at war with. But the problem is Nick, this system we're in is your friend more than anybody. You're given one job under this system. Maybe the Crash Regime, or the Hexa-Gun regime operated differently, but in this EAW your one job is to create an opportunity, and if there isn't a way, find one. But that's too hard for you isn't it? Instead you've got to latch on to the House of Renegades days and make me out to be some scantless old freeloader who used three young men as some sort of crutch to help fight his battles for him. Because hey! Everything I've done, I couldn't do it without the Renegades! Thank you guys! Thanks for saving my career! Thanks for winning my 5th and 6th World Title for me! Thanks for winning Match of the Year for me! I couldn't have done any of this without your help! 

I don't know what's more idiotic, you thinking that I actually needed the House of Renegades to survive, or this stupid ass nickname you've given yourself of "Godslayer". What a fucking joke. Did you ever ask yourself, before assigning yourself that nickname, if it actually had an merit? Or was it just "I'm going to name myself Godslayer because I'm so cool and edgy and rad!" Fuck it why don't you just call yourself a God too while you're at it? You might as well join the club! You might as well join the "GOAT/Best In The World/God" club of people who assign themselves these self exalting nicknames that they can't back up because they're not me. "Godslayer". RICH, especially coming from you. Maybe it'd resonate more if you were remotely in my league. Maybe it'd mean something if you had some sort of legitimate edge over me. But this is just another Y2Impact calling himself "The Machine", or Dark Demon calling himself "The GOAT"; it's just a way to overcompensate for having to exist in the same realm as me and subsequently live in my shadow. It's a self pacifying method, it's a verbal stroke of the ego, and more than anything else it's a fantasy. Just decor, just a display, a facade. The names you assign yourselves don't mean a damn because there are no self fulfilling prophecies when you go against God. There's simply the prophecy that I allow, because you exist in my world. And God doesn't recoil at the sight of paper tigers. 

The only thing that will be exposed on Voltage is the vacuity of a faux revolutionary who preaches promises and propagates pretenses through his megaphone, commanding public attention. And unfortunately people like you will always get the public's attention, even if it's merely for a day. And the more attention you get, the more your stock balloons, and the downside to it all is that when you finally explode implode the world will be watching. That's what happens to faux revolutionaries. They are forced to back up their word, and when they prove to be no match against the powers that be they become the example. Such is your fate, old friend.

The camera opens on a dutch angle shot of Pizza Boy sitting and rocking in the backstage area with his hands clasped together in front of him, as if in prayer.  He looks around, unclasps his hands, and brings his head out of it's bow.

PB: Alone....alone is where I belong. Not because I refused to join a faction full of cowards and not because I drove HBB to retirement.  Drake and Jones want to pretend I was HBB's glass ceiling? Well, gee, I know Hexa-gun's history and all but the trash man hasn't picked up yesterday's trash yet.  I'm sure I can fish out one of their many t-shirts with the two prominently among the roster of thugs.  We can play all the games we want boys, but the fact remains that there was only one self-proclaimed indomitable force holding anyone back in EAW and it left you holding you two patsies holding the bag.  Four months ago I couldn't care less about EAW's civil wars.  I stood idly by while they didn't effect me because I was too scared to grow, to become more, to pick a side in the war...that is, until a pack of idiots handed me a chair and asked me to smite down someone I respected.  It's sad to think that I could have easily been you, Drake and Jones.  I could be the moron stuck fighting the long dead battle, I could be paying for the sins of other people.  I could be like you, stuck in the ring with an EAW jingoist like myself looking to carve off a little bit of that rotting flesh off of the corpse known as Hexa-Gun, but I'm not.  And do you know why?

Pizza Boy reaches deep into the collar of his shirt and pulls up a necklace with a crucifix on the other end.  He holds it up in front of the camera and gives an at peace smile.

PB: A man found me, picked me up out of the rubble of Elimination Chamber, dusted me off, and told me I could do more, do better, be better than what I had been.  He saw my demons and he sought out to quell them.  He took me under his wing, led me on the path of righteousness, and on the occasions when I backslid, he carried me kicking and screaming toward the land of victory and salvation.  That mans name is Heart Break Boy, and if it weren't for him, I never would have won the EAW National title, I never would have beaten the Mercenaries, a team far superior to your little ragtag identity crisis.  He was my muse, he was my center, he was my road wife and my father figure, and he did everything within his power to make me half the man I am today.  And you know what I did in return? What you're doing right now.  I was a brat, I was a roustabout, I was defiant and straight up disrespectful after everything he did for me.  And you know what he had to say about all of that? The smoking, the cursing, the blood letting, all of it?  He said 'I forgive you'.

PB tucks his necklace back into his shirt and stares down thoughtfully as a war wages behind his eyes.

PB: But that was only after I asked for forgiveness, after I let it nearly cost me everything, after a sacrifice.  You two? You've offered up nothing.  You haven't suffered for your sins, no, not yet anyway.  In fact, you seem to revel in the idea that you might have maybe...just maybe...had something to do with the retirement of HBB.  You can't outright claim you have, or point to a reason why you believe his blood is on your hands, and yet you keep acting like it's there.  Sure, you play your mind games, try and make me think I'm the reason, but I see it in your eyes, I hear it in your tone, and I sense it in all of your deplorable and disrespectful actions.  You want to claim you killed the Stand in Stand & Deliver, but ironically, you don't have a leg to stand on.  

PB reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out his glistening pizza cutter.  He spins the blade with the tip of his finger, lets it jingle jangle like cowboy spurs as it spins.

PB: Yet there's still that arrogance, that disrespect.  You mock the idea of atonement, not aware of what you've unleashed upon yourselves.  Did you know there were religious sects of monks back in the day that would torture themselves in repentance? They'd slap themselves on the back with bags full of glass and nails, they'd flagellate their anatomy with leather straps and chains, they'd perform the stations of the cross with real hammer and nail, spear and thorns.  This is how they asked for forgiveness for their humanity, because they knew humanity was a sin they could never fully be absolved of.  Maybe that's your angle.  Maybe you don't know it yet.  Maybe I have to teach you, get you started a little bit.  Maybe a slice to the cheek, then the other, then I cut out your tongues to keep them from wagging lies, break your fingers so you can't point fingers of blame, lash your back to give it traction for when you falter and backslide, and break your legs so that you're incapable of stepping on anyone else's toes.  Then maybe you'll be worthy of HBB's forgiveness, maybe I'll be able to look at the grotesqueness from within the both of you and stomach it when I see it's physical form realized.

Pizza Boy lets his trembling finger catch the spinning blade, stopping it, but slicing into the tip of it in the process.  He lifts his bloody digit up to his pale and horrified face and studies it as a small crimson waterfall trickles down his hand.

PB: Or maybe I'm not so ready for the forgiveness of this world myself.

PB plunges his finger into his mouth, sucking it as tears well up in his eyes.  He pulls his finger out, now clean with a sparkling veneer of saliva.  He hesitantly smiles at the bloodless finger until it starts bleeding once more.  He wraps it in his shirt and self-consciously stares up at the camera.

PB: I'm not a man without sin.  I'm not a man without regrets or fears either, but I am a man willing to endure all three to uphold the respect of a legend.  I'm willing to endure that and much much more! Because there isn't a pain I don't already know, there isn't a low that I haven't already fallen to, and there isn't an obstacle that I haven't been able to solve and overcome with a little faith and a lot of weapons.

PB looks around once more, darting his head around the empty backstage area before leaning in to the camera with a very worried look on his face.

PB: You boys have crossed me at a very bad time.  We're alone now, Hexa-gun has turned and expired, Heartbreak Boy has hung up his boots after a respectable career.  Barney, Percy, Tony, they've all been purged from my life, and between the three of us, after witnessing what went down on Dynasty, I get the vibe that...I get the feeling...I mean, I feel like God's turned a blind eye.  I don't feel his presence within me anymore, I don't feel his warmth now that HBB is gone, and whatever residual warmth HBB left behind has been sapped from my heart after seeing you disrespect him and think you can get away with it.  We are men without a family, men without homes, men without nations, and men without salvation.  No divine being is going to reach down and stop you two from doing whatever you think you're going to do to me, and likewise, there is no divinity in what I'm going to do to you.

PB covers his mouth as the sound of a guttural giggle starts to rise in his throat.  His eyes look shocked,then amused, then horrified as his knees begin to slowly find a home against his chest as he assumes the fetal position, rocking and beaming and cutting his eyes behind his cupped hand as the camera begins to fade out.  In the darkness of the camera's fade, PB's voice cracks meekly in a cold, sing-song way.

"I think we're alone now. 
There doesn't seem to be anyone around. 
I think we're alone now. 
The beating of our hearts is the only sou-ound....PFFTHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Who cares if you lost apart of Team Cross at Fighting Spirit 2? You should be happy that you just defeated Luzmala at Reckless Wiring and took part in ending Hexa-Gun. Ultimately Mr. DEDEDE did the final touches on Y2Impact and ended Hexa-Gun for good but you are apart of the whole project together by helping out the land of the elite and the Voltage roster as a whole and I personally thank you for that. You think I am a joke? Hahaha you got another coming pal, I'm pretty damn sure I can last more then two minutes inside the squared circle. I may not have had the best success so far since I debuted but we have a lot of things in common StarrStan. Both attended division one wrestling colleges. You attended Penn State University and I attended the Ohio State University, you are an Olympic Gold Medalist and I am a NCAA division I Heavyweight Champion. When you look at the stats on paper it could be a good match up, the young gun against the veteran so I understand why Voltage executives made the match up for this week's Voltage. 

I am damn proud of my NCAA accomplishments and hoping I can add more to my victory wall at my house starting this Sunday. You see people win championship gold a lot, title changes happen all the time. But I have a question for you StarrStan...how many times do guys like me defeat people like you? How many times does the young gun....the underdog prevail with the victory? Very rare or almost never. You are a former Hall of Fame champion and accomplished almost everything you can in this business. But me I have the background to have success in this business but right now I'm just a little kid trying to climb up the stairs trying to grab that piece of candy. This match is going to be the biggest match of my life, this match is bigger then money, this match is bigger then championship gold. This is about proving to myself and to everyone in the back that I belong here and I belong to hang with the sharks. Do you know how many offers I got from different wrestling promotions before I signed here? I was offered higher pay at other promotions but I was such a big fan of the land of the elite I just couldn't deny the offer. I will land a suplex and I will even try to make you tap out because I am not giving up until I am no longer physically able to. All the cards are dealt on the table and now the cards do the talking live in Germany on the Voltage European tour. Pain for Pride is right around the corner and it's time to put up or shut up. Bring it on StarrStan.

Well this ain’t the first time Drake & Jones got their job done, only for others not to do their part, however it looks like it’ll be the last.

A pity EAW just won’t be the realest place on earth like it use to be. Still, people ought to hit the brakes on their little joyride about how bad things are for the members….former members of Hexa-gun, like we were all the ones who had the worst time coming out of Reckless Wiring. I’m under the brand created by Jaywalker, I worked directly under Y2Impact, I was apart of the team that retired the Heart Break Boy, and I’ve already pinned Mr.DEDEDE 1 2 3 on the mat, I see my future as bright as can be.  

What? You think I’d go on some crying speech about the end of Hexa-gun? The end of Extreme? How would a man get this debonair if he on the regular spent time doing what makes one’s hair go gray? You all need to understand the wave, extreme still lives in us despite our crime haven being taken away.

We’ll just play by your rules when you’re watching.

So you’d best always keep watching.

Watching!

Because laws, elite rules, only matter when there are those who enforce them, people who stand vigilante and are there on the ground to do something about it, in comparison to crime that can break out at a moments notice and then be gone in the shadows in the next breath. So all you April fools who think this month will the glorious month where the game changes for you all, remember that I am still the king of thieves, the slickest of the slick.

And Drake & Jones? Man I don’t even need to go over the shit we done.

But shucks, I will anyways if you people just won’t stop asking!

What’s that, our gold you say? Which gold though? Do you mean our Tag Team Championships, or do you mean our Grand Prix Tag Team Trophy?

Who came closest to upsetting our glorious, marvelous, undefeated tag team streak? Nah nah, not the Iconomy, they were aight but we beat better. No no, not Senn and Lucian Black, we beat them boys good. I KNOW you didn’t just try bringing up the multiple combos of team DCW we put down, that’s even funnier than Clark Duncan and Carson Ramsay, don’t even get me started on Carlos and Lioncross! How dare you mention Aria and BK, everyone knows the top mix tag team we beat were The Mercenaries. Though based on HBB’s tears and getting all sappy after the beating we gave at Reckless Wiring, maybe Stand and Deliver were a mixed tag team too!

Aight, aight, I’m done, I done! No more bragging. I just, I just think it’s sad I can’t even remember off the top of my head all the teams we dusted, there are so many.

I’m sorry, I was at it again, I just can’t control..my…..myself!

All I’m saying is even EAW knows only crazy ass motherfuckers would even accept stepping in the ring with us, men they’re opening the doors of the Sanatorium and letting the crazies out to play.

This is typical of people in power. Slave labour for the criminals, and experimentation for the mentally ill throwaways of society.

What? You telling me King Diesmos didn’t name this group on purpose? Let’s be real, the only people who aren’t throwaways in this team are the Diesmos family and Madison Kaline! The rest of these chumps are people who either have no family, or have a family that EAW and King Diesmos know won’t make much noise if they don’t come back in one piece. They know that when these men catch these Drake & Jones hands ain’t nobody going to file a lawsuit, ain’t nobody going to ask EAW why these guys had to go and get beat so bad that they’re loose screws will be knocked out completely. Deep, deep, in the hearts of the more authoritarian, those who think of their children and justice, those who don’t want these sickos walking the streets thus looking for strong figures to do the deeds they don’t want to do themselves, they’ll secretly thank us for delivering hard knocks on these mentally stunted blemishes on society. And Diesmos will pretend like he cares, he’ll wince and express signs of grief at the sight of his crash test dummies being in a tragic accident just as he knows they will be, and then behind their backs he’ll think about how much of a success using those guys was in testing the waters of not messing with Drake & Jones because he is sick of us beating his ass whenever he comes at us sideways unprepared for what is to come. Straight up, they’re his Suicide Squad, bombs in head, do as he says in the dangerous missions nobody else wants to do and if you step out of line he’ll crumple you up and throw you away like you never existed.

In fact of course you’re the Suicide Squad, Erobos and Victer, with the face paint makeup and medical background, the two of you are like two halves of a male Harley Quinn.

As a self admitted swindler I don’t care much for Erobos’ former life of justice, but even a guy like me appreciates doctors. How do people fall this low? Erobos is basically an abused spouse forced to shut her mouth and eventually succumbing to the beatings that demand submission. And it’s downright sad Victer would go from curing the masses to licking his own wounds lost in the labyrinth of his own mind. You two come at us as grown up versions of special needs kids, and don’t deny it because you’ve been named after the such, yet you think that there’s anything waiting for you except being burned by the dual dragons of Komodo and Darkness Flame? Well the insane have never had a problem playing with fire, so many of them forget that the flames don’t care if they’re too ignorant to be afraid, it burns them asunder nonetheless just like anyone else.

It’s Piff’s world! Piff’s world! Party time! Excellent!

REYORYERYEROEROEYAORIEOAR VROOOOOM VROOOOOM
 
And… We’re clear. Excellent, EAW’s Finest Strain Piff Fumador coming at you again with breaking news, esé. Piff has been booked on this week’s Showdown! At last, amigo, people don’t want to see Terry Chambers or Kerry Eusford, maybe they wanna see Vic Vendetta but that’s besides the point. What the people want is Mr. THC, Piff Fumador! Always smoking grass, always kicking ass, and this week will be no different when Piff takes on Owen ‘Pussy Bitch’ Kade. I see from your interview in Wrestler’s Edge that’s you’ve been around the block, here and there. But I gotta tell you, holmes, this is EAW; the elite. Wherever you’ve wrestled before is void, irrelevant, bullshit; because when you step into the ring with ANYONE in EAW, you’ll realise that we are the elite for a reason. Because we’re the best professional wrestlers in the world, and a state title in amateur wrestling means JACK, son. Especially when you’re stepping in the ring with EAW’s Finest Strain, the greatest luchador in the world, the Green King, Piff Fumador. You’re stupid little pussy bitch will have a couple black eyes by the end of Showdown and there’s nada you can do about it, homie. You say that I’m gonna be the “first to fall, fall to the ground, fall to the utmost point of obscurity”. I have new for you Owen LAME… Piff ain’t gonna fall anywhere, let alone the point obscurity, nigga; Your boy Piff Fumador is too high to fall anywhere, and your boy Piff Fumador will be staying high thanks to: 1. This super sour diesel kush, and 2. Beating down on your rookie ass this Saturday night, in front of all of Piff’s fans! You claim that every match you climb up peg by peg to get to the top, but there’ll be a roadblock on your journey to being the best; That roadblock goes by the name of Mr. THC. You need to earn your respect here, holmes, in the greatest wrestling organisation in the entire world. In EAW, we have born and raised some of the greatest professional wrestlers of all time: Mr. DEDEDE, Y2Impact, Dark Demon, Piff Fumador; just to name a few. When the bell rings you wont hear the sound of my skull cracking on the mat, you’ll hear the sound of the entire EAW universe chanting… “PIFF! PIFF! PIFF! PIFF!” And then your ass will be sent down to the bush leagues where it belongs. Because when you get in the ring with EAW’s Finest Strain, you need to prepare for the whirlwind, esé. I’ll flip and whip circles around you in the ring, motherfucker; all climaxing to when your boy Piff Fumador hits the 420 Splash, right in the middle of the ring. Whatever message you’re here to send to the EAW universe, it’ll probably arrive a week late, amigo. Because unfortunately for you, Piff is here to put you in your place when you step up at Showdown. You’re gonna need to beat respect into me, holmes, because even though I like to joke around and smoke up on the regular; when you get in the ring with the Green King, Piff is anything but a joke. So you better bring it on Showdown or you’ll be answering the door to a Kush Coma in the face, DDTHC flat on the mat and a 420 Splash to send you back to Juvenile Detention Center from which you came from. Piff needs this win; Piff needs this momentum. And Piff will be damned if the rug’s pulled beneath EAW’s Finest Strain’s feet by a MOTHERFUCKING ROOKIE! But like Piff always says, amigo – You thump your bible, say your prayers, but it didn’t get you anywhere…
 
Talk about your Psalms, talk about John 4:20…
   
PIFF 4:20 SAYS I JUST SMOKED YOUR ASS

Tell me that the purpose of life is to have fun, and without a care in the world I'll begin wreaking havoc on everything I pass. Now that's what I call pure, honest fun. Love loves anarchy. It loves to wreak havoc. It loves to dance atop the ruins. Everything we're doing is freakin' iffy. That's what makes it so much fun! Havoc will reek as turmoil is wrought. There is no escaping fate.

Things. Things just keep getting  more interesting. Don't they? Things are getting better too. Kind of goes hand in hand really. I mean just a few weeks ago that I was being overcome by such despair. My efforts to succeed seemed to be all for naught. After Reasonable Doubt I was starting to get really frustrated. I was getting opportunity after opportunity, and watching those same opportunities get taken away just as quickly as they were given. Kind of like a bribe. Anything to keep me around. Anything to get me to do what they wanted me to do. Just so they could use me instead of lose me. Use me as mere fodder to allow others to cut in line. Guys Like Brayden Cruise. Guys like Sephiroth. Guys like TLA. Guys Like Samurai. Guys like Blackfyre. I'm better than them all! I vowed there would be change. I vowed that somebody would ensure my progression and get me out of the rut I was in, and that would start to be met with more positive results. I vowed that I wouldn't be held down no more! I vowed that I was a superstar in the making! Under Xavier Williams' tutelage I will start to realize everything I have come to expect of myself in this company. Xavier has a vision for the way things need to play out for this company to flourish now and well into the future. This place doesn't need lazy hacks like Terry Chambers or Kerry Eusford continually desecrating the grounds of Elite Answers Wrestling, that legends and REAL throwback wrestlers like myself that have appreciation in being able to compete on. Guys taking up spots over men who might be more deserving. The foundation of this company is built on the efforts of those who, like Xavier, have vision and cares about the business. That's, in part, why he chose me and Caine Kronin to help him carry out the vision he has. That he sees. Caine did real well for himself up to this point, and now he is getting the opportunity he deserves this week to show the EAW World Champ, Vic Vendetta and the EAW, what he can do against the upper echelon of talent. Vic is in for a rude awakening.

For me? It's easy. It's easier than one, two, three. I get fed a couple of flies this week. That's all they are. A couple of fucking horse flies that are gonna get eaten and digested alive by a hungry spider. Two jobbers barely surviving in the land of the elite. Blips on the radar. Specs on the wall. Neither one has a chance in hell of beating me, The Rex Master in that ring on Showdown. James Shields put me in a handicap match, but the funny thing is, I still have the advantage. Whether I was pitted one on one or not, I have the advantage. Neither of these lazy fucks offer much of a challenge and I know neither one will be able to coexist long enough to muster any type of offense against me to matter in this match. Good job Shields! Bravo! You put me, the most complete wrestler in EAW against Wallstreet Journal and Mr. Hollywood? Perfect! Then when I'm done putting one or both of these dumb fucks on the shelf, because they were naive enough to believe they could offer any type of a challenge to me, don't come crying foul to me! Cause I will NOT give either one these piss-ants a chance to breathe! First Jason Cage. Then Tarah Nova. Next is Vic Vendetta, Terry Chambers and Kerry Eusford. Although I doubt Chambers or Eusford's decimation will hold the same weight on the company, that it would with the EAW Champion. Sorry guys. You may be contractually obligated to show up and wrestle tomorrow but I would highly advise against it. Why? It could be your very last appearance in an EAW ring. The sad part is nobody could care less. I know you're both too prideful to do that though. So Terry? Kerry? See you on Showdown.

When I returned to Elite Answers Wrestling last month, my initial goal was to defeat Hexa-gun. I vowed to Ashten Cross, to the members of my team, to all of Voltage, that I would put an end to the terroristic group known as Hexa-gun. As leader of Team Cross, I take full responsibility for failing in our mission at Fighting Spirit 2, I’ve already made that known. What I made known to everyone last Sunday, was that despite a team loss, I am still individually better than Hexa-gun. I defeated the monster Luzmala in the middle of the ring, and throughout the night Hexa-gun saw defeat after defeat. The most important loss of Hexa-gun, was Y2Impact (the man I defeated cleanly a few weeks prior) failing to capture the Answers World Championship. I defeated Y2Impact in the middle of the ring on Voltage. I defeated, and kicked the ass of, Luzmala not only in the middle of the ring but alllllll around the ring at Reckless Wiring. I’ve proven I’m not only back, but I’m better than ever.
 
 
I’m not sure if I’m facing Lucas Johnson because: (1) It’s an ironic joke. (2) To see what Lucas is made of. (3) To show him what a real “Wrestling Machine” looks like. I don’t know what management was thinking when they put in a match with you, but I’m going to invest my money into that it wasn’t for option 2. Go ahead and give it 110%, you could give it 200% and you still wouldn’t have enough to beat me. It’s going to take 110% from Lucas Johnson just to survive 2 minutes in the ring with Starr Stan. I am just that much better than you.
 
I’m glad you’re proud of your NCAA accomplishments. I’m glad EAW thinks they saw enough in you to sign you to a contract. If you want to hang your contract up on your wall next to your NCAA championships, I won’t stop let. Just let me destroy every shred of inner achievement you have in you. I’m an Olympic Gold Medalist. You may have earned some respect at the collegiate level, but the Gold Medal around my neck means I was the best damn wrestler in the world. Better than everyone in my beautiful country, and better than every foreigner I went up against. You may show your Ohio State pride, but my home college of Penn State will always be better, just like Starr Stan will always be better than Lucas Johnson, JUST LIKE STARR STAN WILL ALWAYS BE BETTER THAN ANY WRESTLER HE STEPS INTO THE RING WITH. I can list off every single accomplishment I’ve ever obtained in this business. You don’t run this town, Lucas, THIS IS MY TOWN. MY BUSINESS. MY RING. I’ve perfected this sport. You were taking freshman econ at OSU when I was building EAW from the ground up. I find it insulting that guys like you and guys like Terry Chambers come into my company and call yourselves a “wrestling machine.” You’re nothing but a cheap knockoff. I’m begging you to try to hit a suplex on me. I’d love to see you try to make me tap out. I’ll not only counter anything you throw at me, but I’ll show you what a real wrestling machine looks like. I’ll show you how a real german suplex feels. You’re not ready to face me, but even if you were, it wouldn’t make a difference.

You're right. You are absolutely right. I've been taking it easy on Haruna Sakazaki because I pity her in some way, and why do I pity her so much?  It's obvious that this baka continues to lose because she actually thinks that she can just step up to competition that is well-above her abilities and thinks that she can pull off a win. Let's get real here, Haruna.  

#HarunaTreatment isn't a thing, it was never a thing. 

The truth is that you just plain old suck! You suck more than a JAV actress but at least the JAV actress is more believable in her moans and screams when she is getting fucked on screen than you are bitching and whining about never being good enough. You are such a spoiled little bitch, especially when you won that Specialist Title, because you had complained over and over again that you were never going to win a title and what happens when you finally win?  You say that the Specialist title is the weak title, that it doesn't compare to the Vixen's belt and that you were given a "sympathy" championship. Even in a victory, you continue to be a little brat. It's no wonder, with that kind of response, that you only held the belt for two weeks because you didn't deserve to be a champion, just like you don't deserve to be in the Vixen's division with the kind of attitude that you carry around. Take a look at the Specialist title now, that belt might be the hardest championship to win in EAW and that is because Cailin Dillon put her heart and soul into every win and made that belt mean something.  The Formation is a group of women that are actually successful, there's a reason why they would never ask you to join them because they wouldn't want a loser to sour something that can become great. 

The real Samurai is starting to come out and he's a little bit angry.  
You agreed to the stipulations when I agreed to fight you, and now that you are starting to have doubts and state that you want to be independent... that isn't going to happen.  When I win, and I WILL WIN, you are going to join me... whether you want to or not. I could use a good little slave to run my errands as I continue to dominate the landscape of EAW because this is my fucking Millennium and there will be nobody to stop me. You aren't even a blip on my radar when it comes to potential challengers to my title, and you better appreciate the fact that you are getting a sympathy shot against greatness. There will be no title shot because you will never earn a title shot against me. Just dash your hopes now and continue to be the Vixen's jobber that we've all come to know and dislike. 

Haruna Sakazaki doesn't have any friends here in EAW and that is because she continues to disappoint everyone in her path. I'm offering friendship here, but you are too stubborn to realize that this might be the greatest partnership in the history of Elite Answers Wrestling. You will never get anywhere by being alone and independent, do you understand that?  You aren't miraculously going to go on a tear and start winning because you do not have the toolset to win right now. I can give you those tools! But... continue to not listen to a word I say, because if I have to beat some common sense into you, then I'm going to kick your ass all over Inglewood, California. 

As you've fought off your cold in Japan and you had to take a flight to get here, I've been chilling over in San Jose, my hometown. I only live five hours away from Inglewood, California. I've been rested and healthy, and with the fact that I didn't have to fly to get to the arena?  I'm in the best shape in my life, all the odds are stacked in my favor. I might as well be the hometown favorite, because I live so close to Inglewood, that all my family and friends will be at the arena to cheer me on. Jade Knight is done in EAW, and you will truly feel what it is like to be alone with the deck of cards stacked against you.  

This is my Millennium. 

You are fighting under my rules and in my state. 

And soon you will be MY HARUNA SAKAZAKI. 

Even if you have to be forced to be my follower....

 
Sometimes it’s hard to tell if something like this even garners a response. So one of these two lackeys has decided to speak. And immediately it reads like the tadpole brains are opening their alligator mouths and just chomping at the bit to try and say something, anything that makes a difference. But of course they failed, because that’s what they do. This amazing fighter with unmatched pedigree, who makes a real business out of losing, and her apparent pet that does whatever she wants. How fitting that the pet that doesn’t even know her real place in this business is the one that has to speak for her master. I’m sorry to let you in on this not so secret reality… well, actually I’m not sorry at all. Veena is a fraud. If you want to find anyone in this business who has shown up and made promise after promise and always failed to deliver, it’s Veena Adams. I’ve just been over here, “Falling into line,” fighting the biggest names in the business and raising my title above my head each and every time someone challenges for it. That’s what it’s like to be more than just a fraud. That’s what it’s like to actually accomplish something in this business. Your hatred of me and of Aria, it means so little. Hate me all you want. And then hate yourselves when you realize this alliance, The Formation, is capable of achieving more than the two of you ever will.
 
Everyone had such hope in what you could accomplish when you arrived in EAW, but you threw it all away for a worthless alliance with Veena. You’re trying to tell me that you didn’t realize how strong you were before you met that idiot? Your mistakes was letting Veena have any control over you at all. She’s big, strong and talented, and she thinks being related to Mr. Dedede is her one-way ticket to the top. The only thing is she’s a big, strong, talented waste of space. She’s shown time and time again that she just can’t hang with the top talents in the ring. She’s a failure and so by default you have become a failure now, too. It’s not to late to break the chains and do your own thing, be your own person or, if you like being with teams so much, go beg Eclipse Diemos for a spot in the Sanatorium. I hear they have an opening since my friend roughed up his girl. But you probably won’t do that. You’ll just continue putting all your ducks in one row, pouring all you have into the small row boat that you and Veena pushed away from shore. Which one of you is gonna jump ship first? Are you both gonna ride this ship to the bottom of the ocean and drown together? I don’t believe that to be the case. That isn’t Veena’s style, now is it?
 
You say that you two aren’t just ordinary Vixens, but I beg to differ. I have kept a close eye on the division as it’s grown to record numbers over the past few months. While you’ve both managed to stick around and others have faltered all together, you’ve hardly made the progress that those around you have. Sheridan Muller is the Vixen’s Cup winner and Rey Shamez continues to impress. You two… well Veena continues to finish below expectations and you continue to do whatever she asks you to. At what point will you make your move and actually rise to the prominence your preach about? At what point will you actually bring your destruction about us? Here’s how I see this all working out. You two come out to the ring and puff out your massive breasts, err, chests… and try to intimidate us with your pure size and illusion of massive strength. And then we outsmart you all over the ring. We show so much more determination then you could ever believe. You gain a little momentum with your power and think it’s swinging in your favor, and then Aria or I change this match in an instance with one quick move. One quick reaction that neither of you are ready for. The match will be over and Aria and I will be victorious. That’s where we can draw the line between us. You want to know what separates us from the rest? While you think we’ve fallen in line and done what we’re told, both Aria and I have faced giants and taken risks to be where we are. We’ve both earned everything we’ve gotten. After just a few months she became the Empress of Elite, and over the past few months I’ve defeated our very own champion and the legend that thought she had her thumb over the entire division. We worked to get to this point. All I hear from you is blabbing about what you’re going to do. And the same tired crap I hear from every other opponent when they struggle to keep up.
 
Long legs, blond hair, looks like a model, well I don’t act like it. I’m a fighter. I am the epitome of what it means to be a warrior in this company. You can strike me down and cover my face in my own crimson, but I still fight back like a machine that won’t be stopped. I power out of the lowest of lows and I manage to conquer. I’m not unbeatable, but I’m just too damn stubborn to ever give up. I want you to remember what you told me this week. Never forget for a damn second that you told me you were more of a threat to me than I will ever be to you. Because when I personally put you down and make you lose this for your handler, you will be the one that has to answer for your own crime. And all the empty threats you made about breaking my spine and making me bleed, they’ll all make you sound like such a fool. Just another big beast that thinks she’s destined for greatness because of her size. You speak of so many worthless Vixens, but you two are as meaningless as it gets. No one fears you and no one’s scared of the game you’re trying to play with the rest of us. The biggest misstep of your career is about to happen on Battleground. We’re coming in and dominating the game you’re trying to play. We’re coming in and taking you and Miss Pedigree out like it’s no big deal. You’re calling for a massacre? I’m calling this a blowout. The Formation is about to slay your asses.

*Nobi is seen in a Hotel Room in German with his Mom. Nobi is watching Daniel Marshall’s video message*

Nobi: Wow, I never thought he is a real dummy. Hey Mom? Would you like to see this video? It won’t take long.

Mom: yes? What is it?

Nobi: Daniel Marhshall mentioned you in a nice way Mom.

*Nobi replays Daniel Marshall’s video and fast-forward it to certaint points*

*Daniel: This guy..... Nobi, first and foremost, my face is gorgeous. You know it, I know it, your mother knows it, and the rest of the world knows it.*

Nobi: so what do you think of him Mom? Is he handsome? Is he gorgeous?

Mom: No, he is ugly.

Nobi: Hahaha that’s what I thought!

Mom: ok, I want to go shopping now, maybe I can buy some nice things to make him look gorgeous. German has a lot of great stuffs!

Nobi: ok Mom, take care, love you!

Mom: I love you too Son!

*Nobi’s mother goes off*

Nobi: sigh....see Daniel? My mom thinks you are ugly man. And for someone who is all about business in the ring I find it laughable that you are still concerned how you look, whatever. I did say you are ruthless, great wrestler, one of the best in the world indeed. You will be a challenge to me, that’s for sure. Are you better than me? Well I have said it before and I’ll say it again: maybe just maybe. I never said you are better than me you dummy fuck. You have pure skills I’ll give you that, but I have natural talents and genius mind. While you perhaps only rely on your pure skills, I definitely have clear mind to analyze everything what you have in your arsenal, so to think you are indeed better than me you are wrong.

I honestly believe that the fans will give me a huge power-boost to step up even better in the ring. You don’t understand the definition of “support” do you Daniel? Support it means you have someone in your back, support it means you are not alone. I can handle you by myself, but when I know I have countless people behind my back, it will motivated me more to beat you in that square ring. Who do you want to impress after all if not the fans? Who will tell non-wrestling fans how great we are in the ring if not the WRESTLING fans? You are mad because you know you don’t have anybody in your back now. Do you find your career is getting better? It seems you don’t because you complained you have to face a rookie after like 3 weeks having a “vacation”.

Daniel, you stupid ignorant dumb bastard, it’s you isn’t it? You are ignoring the fact that I get countless fans behind my back in just 2 weeks. Just keep being ignorant I dare you, you will get confused in the ring when Nobi-Manias chanting my name.  I will hold every single their hopes and dreams to beat you in the ring. I will be their representive to those you have let down.

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

*Camera fades to black*

Liquor Nights with The Heart Break Gal and Kendra Shamez. c: 

[Hotel Lobby -- Somewhere in Los Angeles. The camera pans to the view of the hotel bar, where a bartender is seen mixing drinks. It was quiet. No guest or customer was in sight. Well, none except two girls who are sitting on the bar stools, right beside each other, talking and laughing, while taking sips of their drinks]

Heart Break Gal: ... So, I put her through the Evisceration, right? She fucking squirmed LIKE THE FAKE LITTLE BITCH she is, and she was down and out and I thought it was already over. I was tired as hell but it was so worth it because I'm having such a fantastic time owning the shit out of Cailin... BUT SHE FUCKING KICKS OUT!

[One, across the bartender's right side, was the Heart Break Gal, wearing a silver top and mini-skirt, with red heels. She was enjoying her fifth glass of Jack Daniel's and conversing, she hasn't even noticed her glass is almost empty. She signals the bartender for another glass of JD, and he complies]

Kendra Shamez: Oh, sweetie, I saw that, you had her right there!

[Next to HBG, was her former rival, and now long-time friend Kendra Shamez, who wears a pink tank top, dark brown pants and strappy wedge sandals. She has an apple martini in front of her on the table]

Heart Break Gal: I know! So I started punching the shit out of her, lefts and rights, anything to keep her down, anything to keep the match going! And guess what, she managed to flip me to the ground with her fucking crotch next to my fucking face! IT SMELLED SO FUCKING HORRIBLE, KENDRA! IT'S LIKE SHE HASN'T CHANGED HER PANTIES FOR DAYS! I WANTED TO SCREAM! I WANTED SOMEONE TO GET ME OUT OF THAT POSITION NOT BECAUSE IM IN PAIN BUT BECAUSE CAILIN DILLON'S VAGINA STINKS SO HORRIBLY I COULDN'T TAKE IT! MY NOSE SUFFERED! AND YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED NEXT?

Kendra Shamez: What? WHAT HAPPENED NEXT?

Heart Break Gal: She puts my fucking arm RIGHT BETWEEN HER LEGS! HER SMELLY FUCKING CROTCH AND SHES PRESSING MY ARM TO IT! YOU THINK THE HEART BREAK GAL HAS LOST HER INNOCENCE LONG BEFORE, WELL I REALIZED THERE'S STILL SO MANY THINGS OUT THERE THAT'S BEYOND MY IMAGINATION! IF YOU WERE ME AND HAD TO DEAL WITH SOMETHING AS TRAUMATIC AS THAT, WOULDN'T YOU TAP OUT? WOULDN'T YOU GIVE UP? WOULDNT YOU JUST GIVE HER THE WIN JUST SO YOU WONT DEAL WITH THAT FUCKING ROTTING VAGINA STENCH ANYMORE? 

Kendra Shamez: OH MY FUCKING GOD (XD)!

[Both ladies laughed and took a sip of their drinks]

Kendra Shamez: It's been so long since I heard your stories, we should do this more often. I needed this break!

Heart Break Gal: Yeah, you've been out of action for very long, it's such a fucking relief to see you around even when it's temporary. I never thought I'd hear from you again after that ... Lannister Incident. You're okay now, right?

Kendra Shamez: I had a few stitches then, and let me tell you -- it hurt hella bad getting thrown onto a flaming table. But you know me, HBG, I always recover from such injuries. Ares and I did. We may have lost the battle against that Lannister filth, I'm over it. But I can't help but smirk knowing that karma struck him so fast, so hard shortly after. No world title to call his own after another Vendetta gloriously took it for himself. A King of no one, even after that year-long set up. No more Lannister, that's all that matters. And now, nothing makes me more proud than watching my son Ares build momentum. He'll certainly be World Champion in no time! 

Heart Break Gal: I'm happy that you're doing so well. I don't really know much about Ares, but he seems pretty okay, from how you describe him.

Kendra Shamez: Uh huh. Surely, with this much-needed break... I HAVE to ask how the great Heart Break Gal is doing.

Heart Break Gal: Well, I think I'm a little tipsy, but I'm sure I can still walk on a straight line!

Kendra Shamez: Oh, you know what I'm talking about! You had such a bad night at Reckless Wiring. First your loss to Cailin, then Y2Impact's loss to Mr. DEDEDE... on top of it, Hexa-gun has ended. 

Heart Break Gal: Yeah, bummer. It was fun while it lasted, and I can't exactly speak for Y2Impact, but like how I approach everything else -- there's no reason to cry over spilled milk. What's done is done. I made the challenge, I agreed to the terms. I got too ambitious, too close to the sun and I'm human enough to admit that. Many people expected me to break down, or to cry, or to whine about how I've had this setback, and I guarantee you, some of them are never gonna let this go, but what these half-wits don't understand is that I am the type of competitor who easily moves on, and does not let something like this kill her fighting spirit, or cause the quality of her in-ring performance to decline, and to be honest with you, those same people can just go die in a ditch waiting for any sort of outrageous reaction from me, because it will never happen. I'm not like Cailin Dillon who holds on to every loss she's taken, and operates with a personal vendetta, and unlike what these flaming idiots try to insist, I'm never going to try to seek revenge because in my eyes, she was never worth it. I was only after EAW. I was after the power that comes with defeating her. Things didn't fall in my favor, it's fine. Shit happens. But to say she actually meant something to me is utterly laughable. She sees me as a chapter she writes in a sad attempt to become more respectable in this industry, but I only see her as nothing but a footnote. The Great Red Dragon still has all the fire she can breathe out, she is still a star performer and absolutely nothing will take that away. Before this match even happened, I already made the decision to keep moving forward and to keep aspiring to be the best. And look at me a few days after Reckless Wiring, I'm completely fine. I'm still sitting pretty. I'm still fighting in the wrestling ring, and ready to face another day with another opponent... Hopefully another time with Kendra herself?

Kendra Shamez: Gee, I don't know, I'm still thinking about it. First thing's first, I just want to address Sheridan and let her know that Rey is coming after her. I couldn't care less about this german retardation that Sheridan is promoting. That tournament was a load of BS, and Rey should have gotten her time, now I'm here to make sure that happens. 

Heart Break Gal: Do you think she'll eventually accept? 

Kendra Shamez: Oh, she will. I'll make certain she won't have any choice but say yes. And from there, after Rey succeeds, I'll decide if I want to come back, but it's unlikely. Seeing these "talents" in the Vixens Division isn't helping my decision either... uh, who are you facing next?

Heart Break Gal: Erica Ford...

Kendra Shamez: Who?

Heart Break Gal: Yeah, she gets that a lot.

Literally no one has heard of Erica Ford, and from what I recall during our last verbal exchange, she just spends most of her time crying in the corner of her disgusting bedroom wondering why people make snide remarks about her career and trivializing whatever she has done in EAW for the past year. Even she admits that she hasn't done anything noteworthy, and she still acts like she's this indestructable entity to be feared by everyone. She knows damn well that the only thing she has done is attract unnecessary attention to herself on social media instead of going to wrestling school like second-rate performers like her bitchass should be doing, and yet she remains stagnant and couldn't even lean forward to hear and digest other people's criticisms, because she thinks she's doing something right when in reality she couldn't even make an impact if her life depended on it! What the hell is she even doing? What is her purpose in this company? People try to reach for the stars and take Championships in their hands, and even the most socially awkward slime in Haruna Sakazaki has gotten her spotlight even if it didn't last long but Erica, oh, Erica has only gotten SHIT. Erica wishes she can ride on the clouds without her weight pulling her down! Erica wishes she'd seen as a beast to be slayed by those who aspire to be warriors! Erica wishes she had an ace up her sleeve that she can use to one-up anybody at a moment's notice, and even if she somehow finds any small success to help her keep chugging along, she will still find every reason to make a huge fucking spectacle out of it because she's more concerned with the glitz and glamor than staying consistent! It's the only way for her not to get depressed for being a know-nothing who loses most of her matches, because the sad reality of it is that Erica is no god. Erica is no legend. And Erica can never pull off being a trickster, and she will never be these things because she's nothing but an unaccomplished, incompetent, bottom-feeding wannabe wrestler who wishes she could achieve half my body of work, my legacy, my continued effort, and it will always remain that way. I will always make history. I will always evolve and transform into something greater while she spends most of her time plotting what hashtag of hers she's gonna try to trend, to no avail! She has absolutely no skills, nothing people haven't already seen. Nothing special except the fact that she's an attention hound, because her "talent" alone isn't enough for anyone to give her the time of the day. She has no thunder. She is no heroine. She's a murmuring sidekick to anybody she aligns herself with. 
 
This Friday night on Dynasty, I am coming to the ring to remind Erica exactly why people like Eris and I would rather lose by countout than to deal with her or Azumi Goto. I will show her how easy it is to completely obliterate her and pick up a win over her. I will let her see for herself how completely meaningless she is to the world, and how EAW will benefit without the likes of her existing.

Kendra Shamez: Classic HBG, you better make sure of it!

HBG: Oh, you know I mean what I say!

[Kendra Shamez raises her glass for a toast, as does HBG]

Kendra Shamez: Here's to you, HBG, and your inevitable win at Dynasty.

Heart Break Gal: ... And here's to you, Kendra, and kicking everyone's ass like you always do. (laughs)

Kendra Shamez: To my son Ares, to Rey Shamez, and to The Mercenaries, all the future successes. And, well, to hoping Erica Ford doesn't stink as much as Cailin.

Heart Break Gal: I highly doubt it, but, yes, we can hope!

[Both girls chuckle. They clink their glasses together, and finish up their drinks right after. And then off to another topic of discussion: Kendra's "overly complicated" relationship with Mikado Sekaiichi, and how HBG got sister-zoned by her ex-husband... you know, for the next round of drinks. End Scene]

I win.