Cailin Dillon walks along the jet way at Kansas City International airport sporting a pair of shades and a cut on her lip with the Specialist’s title on her shoulder. She hands off her bags walks up the few steps on to the jet and sits down near the middle of the plane. She pulls off her shades and grabs her phone, setting it down on a table in front of her and starting to record a video.
 
It’s been a nice couple of days staying back in Kansas City after Reckless Wiring. I got the chance to make sure Tarah was on the mend. I spent more time with Aria than I had in awhile. And Aren, well, he must really like that girl the way he runs errands at the word go. But the other thing we got out of sticking back together was time to train together at a local gym. Some of you will remember back to the way I rung in the New Year with the Specialist’s title. It was in a cage match against Aria and Veena Adams that I kept my streak going. Climbing the cage and outlasting the two of them as only a champion could. In just that short time, Aria and I have developed such an unbelievably tight bond with each other. At Battleground this Monday, we will take our show on the road to South Korea to show the world what Formation is all about. This isn’t a stable like Hexa-gun or the Sanatorium. This is an alliance of three of the top Vixens in this company. We are strength in numbers. You might confuse us with heroes, but were three women looking out for each other and for our own interests. And a group like Veena and her collared animal Silence, they will try to come against us and show — what? — that they are somehow better than us? I’ve played the Veena Adams game before. Her words are tiring and her game is worthless. All I’ve ever seen from her is lackadaisical performances that don’t backup everything she’s always saying. She is the most talented and strongest Vixen we’ve all seen, or so she says, and now she’s got a leashed animal she’s dragging along. I’ve spent enough time with Mr. Dedede to know that while he appreciates the effort Veena puts in, he doesn’t have the belief in her she might think. Even he is keen to making her the butt of a joke or two, all out of love of course. But aligning herself with someone she can control was such an interesting decision by her. At least go for someone that you can actually get something worthwhile out of.
 
I heard such big promises from you months ago, but now we’re at the dawn of April, and I haven’t seen you accomplish anything. If you think this is me being patronizing, well, it is. You’re barely worth our time, the both of you. But on that card it says us versus you. So we’re going to walk into that ring in South Korea and we’re going to turn you both on your heads. This alliance, it isn’t just a bunch of girls gal paling around. You just watched Cloud Matsuda end Cleopatra. Now she’s taking on Carlos Rosso. Aria Jaxon is the epitome of talent and swagger. Back when Veena staked her claim at the Specialist’s title, she couldn’t even hold a candle to Aria. Both Veena and Silence are lucky they haven’t suffered worst losses in the recent past. They form together as if they’re capable of winning a tag title, but I don’t even expect them to be all that competitive at Battleground. It’s not that I doubt they have any talent at all. It’s just that I’ve seen what they do. I’ve seen what Aria does. And I know what I just did. I went into Reckless Wiring to go toe-to-toe with the dragon slayer in Claudia Michaels, and I did every single thing I claimed I would. First I made the Vixens champion tap, and then I added the Heart Break Gal to my list. Am I feeling confident now? Well you better bet your ass I am. And being teamed up with Aria, that just makes my confidence beam that much more. We’re all capable of doing great things, or we wouldn’t be in EAW.  But Aria and I are capable of doing so much more than you two are capable of understanding. There’s a reason we’ve fought at the highest level in this company so many times, yet been here for so few months still. We haven’t even been here a year, just a few more months than each of you. But I have no doubt in mind that if you had both arrived here in July, alongside us, we would all still be at this point. Aria and I would be slaying challenges and making strides day after day, and you two would be wallowing and working to make nothing out of something. A lesser champion would spend more time gloating about these recent moments. It’s true that I beat the Vixens champion in a champ vs. champ competition. And yes, I just defeated a legend and maybe the most accomplished Vixen in EAW history. But I’m in to turning the page. And I will do so in the ring with Veena and Silence, and so will Aria.
 
So get ready Veena and Silence, Aria and I are coming for you. The both of you can come at us and challenge us, but it won’t come out the way you want. Come, let us both know of your secrets and goals this week and how you plan on taking down two championship caliber wrestlers with the same class and ability you two have shown over the past several months. Nothing can stop what Aria and I are about to do on Battlground. Let them hear your voice Ms. Jaxon, because we’re about to slay.
 
Cailin turns off her camera and posts the video to her twitter as Aria comes walking on to the plane and sits down across from her. They both grin as the scene fades out.

(“Enemy” by Blue Stahli plays as Christian Locke makes his way to the ring. He grabs the microphone and sits down in a Sukhasana pose He closes his eyes and takes a huge inhale. As he exhales, a huge smile draws on his face. He opens his eyes back again and begins to talk)
 
Christian Locke: This is the first time I’ve been to Dallas and what strikes me about this place is not the beautiful sunny weather or this luxurious looking arena, but you people. I look around myself and everyone has got such an angry look on their faces like they want to rip me inside out. Don’t worry folks; I am not here to judge you. After all, if I was you, I would be jealous of myself as well. The guy has only had one match here in EAW and he’s already defying gravity better than most performers here like he’s a real-life version of Spiderman with no superpowers. On top of that, you all live in the state of Texas and a lot of you probably don’t own a gun. That really sucks, doesn’t it? If I see a guy step on my lawn with his dog, I want to shoot the motherfucker right off the bat no questions asked and then sue his family for millions of dollars. In any other country like Germany or China, you would be rotting in a prison cell for the rest of your life but nooooo! This is America! This is the land of freedom and it’s all about me!
 
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOO
 
Christian Locke: In less than a week, I am flying all the way to Hamburg, Germany to make my Voltage debut against Beretta. I’ve already listened to my opponent’s lovely speech and the first thing he had to say is Ryan Davis is a nobody. I am sorry Beretta, but what? Did I say something about him after my Battleground match? I don’t think so. Does anyone in this arena know something that I don’t? 
 
(The crowd is in silence). 
 
Christian Locke: No? Okay. I know what you are trying to do Beretta and I am here to tell you that uh-uh-uh that shit doesn’t fly with me. You are trying to put words into my mouth and make it sound like I am proud of beating a guy like Ryan when in fact I did call him a non-factor before our match. My match at Battleground is nothing more than another day at the office. I crumble scratch paper and throw it into the trash. 
 
Christian Locke: Enough about me now. Let’s talk about you Beretta. You are right, I did my homework on what you present as an elitist. I call myself the truth for a reason. I speak facts and not assumptions like the majority of the EAW locker room. So you’ve been here for three months and you can’t even earn a shot at the lowest title the company has to offer. Yeah, I can definitely see you kick my ass. It’ll be a night made in stars. You know the stars that you see when your head is pounded so hard against the wall that your brain starts shifting to either side? Yeah, I’m talking about those ones.  All jokes aside, you’ve been here quite awhile. You are asking the audience why they didn’t vote you to participate in a New Breed Championship match at Reckless Wiring. I’ll tell you why. It’s because you suck; it’s plain and simple. Everybody on Voltage is doing their own thing while you are wrestling quote on quote rookies week and a week out. The EAW fans don’t like you. You are like a lost dog or cat on the street. Nobody wants to take care of you and bring you home. You are not small and cute anymore, and soon you are going to die. You can argue that there are a lot of guys in EAW, who take almost a year to achieve something great, but it doesn’t excuse the fact that you are still just an average performer at best Beretta. If I were you, I wouldn’t want to be one of them. Calling yourself the best in the world every day and then keep losing over and over again for 365 days? Yeah, that doesn’t sound very good.
 
Christian Locke: Don’t get the wrong idea about me, Beretta. I am not trying to make you scared or underperform in our upcoming match. This is not why I joined EAW. I actually do want you to do your best because the only way I am going to get stronger is if I am going to face solid opponents. But you are at the very bottom and I can’t help but remind you that you are still a newbie. And before you try to defend yourself, those words are yours and not mine. 
 
Christian Locke: But hey look on the bright side Beretta; you won’t have to make any excuses for your loss. Soon enough, everybody in EAW will know that Christian Locke is not a “newbie” but a world champion in disguise. For someone who likes to trash talk just about every living thing around him, it’s an awesome deal. Yeah, it’s pretty much inevitable that you won’t get away without a major injury, but that’s where another good news for you kicks in. I have a spare $20, 000 from my Battleground victory and I wouldn’t mind using it to pay your medical bills. I am not sure if it’s big enough to cover your future medical bills but I think you should be able to, at least, crawl back to the ring. I wouldn’t do it for you, Beretta, because I like you. I’d do it because I realize wrestling is just like tennis, you need a partner to play. It’d be stupid for me to send everyone in EAW to retirement. I’d get bored very quickly. I mean I could throw some punches at innocent strangers on the street but that’s just not fun and would cause unnecessary trouble with the police.
 
Christian Locke: I think I’ve said everything that needs to be said for now. Chao!
 
(Camera fades to black.)

Voice:  THE FOLLOWING IS AN URGENT MESSAGE FROM OMERTA
 
[We see Zack Crash, dressed in a rich blue, pinstriped suit, sitting at an ornate desk with a high bay window behind him, showcasing a sprawling, unknown metropolis in early morning rush.]
 
Zack Crash:  I hope everyone was paying attention at Reckless Wiring, because it was there that you all got to see exactly what Omerta can not only do TO you, but also what Omerta can do FOR you!  I find it even more ironic that this all happened at the one show were we indulge our fans into believing they have a voice in EAW; that their decisions or votes matter.  The simple fact of the matter is they don’t, and I showed just how extreme that truth is at the one show where their voices supposedly have the most control.  The fans certainly didn’t have any control over the outcome of Brian Daniels versus Scott Oasis…I did!  For all their votes on the match stipulation, it was I who had control over EVERYTHING from the start.  From my match at Rising Tides, to Tig Kelly’s brief example, to Mr. Oasis gaining the World Championship, all of it was just a set of calculated maneuvers.  But I assure you, all of it had a point.  I’m certain many of you have some questions, for which I am here to gladly answer.  First of all, I’m sure you’re all baffled as to why I would grant the World Heavyweight Championship to Scott Oasis and not myself, seeing as most of you seem to view me as an egotistical maniac.  Well I did what I did precisely to disprove that falsehood, and to further showcase my true desire to see others succeed.  Ever since I took the Chairman’s seat a little over a year ago, all I wanted was to help others succeed, to give them the opportunities I had been denied, to help them were I had not been helped.  People constantly deny this fact about me, yet they can’t deny it now because the proof is right in front of them.  Scott Oasis, and not Zack Crash, is the World Heavyweight Champion.  I also helped make Mr. Oasis champion so everyone could witness what joining Omerta could do for them.  They all saw what denying Omerta meant with Tig Kelly, but what happened to Tig Kelly is not what I want for EAW.  I needed people to see with their own eyes that joining Omerta could mean success for them.  For the referees, the trainers, the bookers, and backstage officials it could mean greater financial pay and job security.  For the wrestlers it could mean championship opportunities.  And I needed someone to be the face, the proof of that promise.  And so enters Mr. Oasis!  Of course, many will argue the tactics I have been using in Omerta, and even the tactics I have used in the past.  But sometimes, in order to purge something of disease, fire is not only natural…but also inevitable!  It baffles me how so many can continuously fail to grasp a concept so simple.  What I do, and now what my Family will continue, is purge Dynasty of the disease that has corrupted the once flagship show of EAW!  You can criticize my tactics, but I take pride in them because it shows I’m willing to do whatever it takes to see Dynasty return to its former glory!  That’s why I’ve chosen Scott Oasis, JJ Silva, and Brody Sparks to join my new family.  Those three have the talent and the vision to take EAW into a brighter future, and with Omerta’s financial and political resources, they have all the tools to achieve that end.  I provided them with those resources, but they continue to add to them, making Omerta stronger with each passing week!  So now that people see we are a serious organization that isn’t going away, everyone has a very important decision to make.  On the one hand, you can join us, or at the very least make yourself useful to our cause.  In which case, you can and will be rewarded for your efforts.  But on the other hand, you could stick to your misguided, naïve ideals and refuse to step in line.  If that’s your decision, then I will applaud your bravery while you bleed and crumble beneath Omerta’s power!  You’ll have your pride…but pride does little good to the defeated!  Brian Daniels and Tig Kelly know what it means to stand against us, so after seeing it happen to them, I urge you to think carefully about your choice.  In the meantime, I invite all of you to join us this Dynasty as we celebrate the birth of our new champion Scott Oasis!  It’s the dawning of a new age here in EAW.  An age where trust…is eternal!
 
IN OMERTA WE TRUST          
 
Voice:  MESSAGE END

You want to hear a sad story? Well I'll give you one, not about me though but about my "Arch Nemesis" Thomas Minns.  Now that man alone is a sad story.  So sad he has to put a bounty on me since he can't finish me himself.  With that being said though is that all I'm really worth or is that how much Mommy and Daddy and friends would give you? Thomas how about you keep that money for yourself and buy a spot into Grand Rampage.  That's what you should be worried about, not me.  I mean why don't we just handle this like men already? Were both tied 1-1 so instead of you wasting money that you borrowed how about you just meet me in the middle of the ring and I pick up my second victory against you and just prove what I've been saying for about 2 months now... THAT I'M BETTER THAN YOU! As cliche as that sounds.  It's true Thomas.  You know it, the world knows it and know by the looks of it you know it Thomas.  I mean why else put a bounty on me? Why not handle me yourself? Is Big Ol Thomas scared? I think he is and he wants me to be scared too.  He wants me to be aware of everything on Saturday and make sure no one tries to sneak up and earn them self some bounty money.

However though... Who's really going to be dumb enough to do so? Who's really gonna risk their careers for 50,000 dollars? Just one Box Office Smash straight to the jaw and that's how much their hospital bill is going to be.  Are you willing to pay for the Elitist(S) who may be dumb enough to attempt to attack hospital bills? Then don't forget about Big Mike and his 3 kids.  You'll have to get through those 4 before you even get to me.  I mean the only ones who really need that money on Showdown besides you who may be dumb enough to try and attack me are guys no one cares about.  Guys like Brayden Cruise or even Terry Chambers you know the two guys I confuse for people who work backstage giving me the food I want and stuff like that.  Thomas there is no need for me to watch my back because no one is crazy enough to do anything for me.  They know exactly what the Face of Showdown is capable of and if you don't just ask Vanessa Holiday she'll tell you.  Or ask that one guy I took out on Dynasty who's career I ended like 2 months ago.  So like I said Thomas instead of being a BITCH and risking other peoples careers trying to end mine come and TRY to do it yourself.  Like I said though TRY.  I'll help you out more though I'll actually throw up another 50,000 and then that MIGHT be enough money to try to risk their career for.  Just maybe other then that I have nothing to be worried about.  The only thing I'm worried about is Grand Rampage and winning that I'm not here to play these childish games with you anymore Pain for Pride is around the corner and I actually want to be in a match that matters and not stuck in the 24/7 Battle Royal with you or some Pre-Show match.  So keep the money you tried so hard to gather and take you're Girlfriend or Drake on a nice date and we can settle this like men.  If not then the blood of the careers I'll have to end on Saturday for TRYING to attack me will be on your hands not mine...  This message is approved by God's Given Greatness, The Fresh Prince of Showdown and THE FACE OF SHOWDOWN... Chris Elite.

Trouble....

I don’t think anyone wants to have a trouble, I believe people prefer to sit down on a beach with coconut in the hands watching the sunset with the sunglasses on instead having a trouble. It’s so much more relaxing in any ways. But here’s the thing, life doesn’t always give what you want. Sometimes you have to work hard to get what you want. Some people steps up in a right direction, some people steps up in a wrong direction. I believe if you choose the wrong direction you can learn a lesson from it to be better in the future. Which leads me to you, Beretta.

Beretta, I’m your lesson. I got it that you hate the management team. I got it that you are sick and tired of their treatment towards you. But when you walk away and abandoned a match, it means you are nothing more than just a stupid coward bitch you really are. Who knows if you went out there and buried the bullet on my chest or Terry Chamber’s chest or even Ryan Young’s chest the management team will name you as Mr.Dedede’s next contender in an instant. Apparently you didn’t have any guts to face me and Terry. Is it the same man who claimed that he wanted to kick my assess and Terry’s asses? I got it you also love to talk and love to get camera’s attention just like me, but it seems you are unable to back-up every single words that coming out from your mouth. You know what, it doesn’t matter anymore because now you have me as your problem.

I know I’ll get my hands on you eventually and I can’t wait to pin you when you and me faced off one on one in the square ring.

Maybe you and everybody else will ask me why I don’t face you directly on Voltage this week in Germany. Like I said before, I want to see how good you really are in the ring first. I want you to make sure you won’t walk away from this match. That’s why I don’t choose Mr. Dedede or StarrStan as your opponent. I know you’ll be exited if you face off againts Mr. Dedede or StarStann....no matter how bad you will really look you will go crazy like a dummy you really are. That’s why I choose Christian Locke as your opponent instead. Christian Locke is a new guy just like me, I saw him training in EAW’s center and I think to myself “wow, this guy is really good”. You saw his match on Battleground right Berretta? If you walk away from him, then it means you are afraid of the revolutions of newbies. I believe Christian Locke is a future here, and I believe he’ll be fit in Nobi Answer Wrestling! Don’t walk away from this match Berretta I dare you. If you do, then you might pissed Christian Locke as well. Then you’d get 2 troubles in your hands.

Now I’ll change my attention to your guy that you want me to face: Daniel Marshall. Hello Daniel how are you? Are you Berretta’s friend? I’m surprised if Berretta have any friends here. Oh well, it doesn’t matter though. Daniel, I know who you are and I know what you can do. Do you know what else I know? That you really are different now. You used to love people, you used to love fans, but why the sudden change Daniel? Why did you turn on your fans? Is it because you don’t have any autograph to sign on whether a fan asked your autograph? Is it because you have a bad looking on the camera wheter a fan asked to take your picture? Is it because you don’t brush your teeth whether you want to smile to the fans? No, no Daniel, I know you are better than that. Daniel, I love fans myself and I love to see them watching me in action. Did you watch Voltage’s last week? That in all sudden I got thousand hands behind my back after I declared a war to Berretta. I believe the fans still love you as well.

Maybe you turning on from the fans because you really want to be so much more focused in the ring instead talking on the microphone with your ugly face? Daniel you are a great wrestler and all that, you definitely are ruthless in the ring, and perhaps one of the best in the world now and you will be definitely a challenge to me. Maybe just maybe you are better than me, but make no mistake, I believe the fans’ support towards me will give me an instant power to beat you. Not to mention, I have natural talents and genius mind. Maybe that’s the reason why Berretta walking away from me last week. Daniel, maybe you can have a second thought to love fans once more, I’m looking foward if you can do it. If you don’t, then don’t worry, they have their own favorite wrestler: ME! And I will be their representation to beat you in the square ring and I will definitely sent a message to Berretta how good I really am in the ring.

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

 
 
I suppose HER would be the more operative word in your case, but I’m sure you get the jist of it.
 
There are many types of clouds that decorate the world’s sky. Some large, some small. Some puffy and cute, some large and menacing. Some bring slight spring showers; some are the harbingers of massive hurricanes.
 
As I said, there are many types of clouds. I’ve seen your kind quite often: soft, fluffy, and little threat of anything more than a light drizzle.
 
You can dispense with the formalities and polities Cloud.
 
(Carlos absentmindedly holds up his CWF World Heavyweight Championship, inspecting it with curious eyes.)
 
You’re right. The CWF World Heavyweight Championship, while not old by standards of say, a certain national organization that CWF and EAW drove nearly out of existence years ago, but still old in this rough and tumble world of professional wrestling. To be honest I could probably do better to have another belt commissioned, one to suit my personal tastes a bit better but I’m also fond of tradition. You referred to me as Big Oil as if that were a bad thing. Big Oil has an iron grip on not only this country but the entire world. It’s needed, it’s necessary, it controls the world we live in. Very soon, I will control the wrestling world. Not because of this…relic, as you so accurately put it. Oh, no. I think that there has been some confusion as to why I revived the CWF World Heavyweight Championship, regardless of how well I explain it to people like you, Drastik, Mexi-Can’t Samurai, his doofus girlfriend and my moronic former CWF colleague Lioncross. I didn’t revive the title just to simply parade it around as a paper champion. I didn’t revive it to defend it against you, Chris Elite, and Piff Fumador. When I approached the EAW Front Office and its Board of Directors with the title, I demanded it be sanctioned for the sole purpose of proving that I am more than capable of not only winning a world championship but retaining it regardless of the quality of opponent.
 
Unfortunately, other than Mexican Samurai, who will for some reason try to beat up the same woman he’s courting Saturday night, no other elite or frankly respectable EAW talents have stepped up to face me. Except you, but I’ll get to that in a little while. I definitely think in the long term, Cloud. I have been planning to bring this championship to EAW for years now and that has come to pass. I have made history by defending it in an EAW ring, something that even two years ago would have been unimaginable in the minds of many who follow this sport. You seem to find it funny to poke at me that I have been left for dead in the midcard, at least in your eyes, but how soon people forget that just a few short weeks ago I have been the headline attraction on Showdown and Dynasty. I am not some also-ran who can’t compete on a high level. I have proven over and over again that I am worthy of ascending to a level that only a select few in EAW have reached:
 
Triple Crown Champion

Pain for Pride Headliner
 
The CWF Championship was revived with this in mind. What better way to demonstrate my greatness and fulfil my own goals by unifying the championships of the two organizations that have been synonymous with my career, no?
 
There is a very, very dark place in my mind, Cloud. No, I’m not proclaiming myself mentally ill or unstable. There is just a place where I start to enjoy and relish the things that I do to people. A long time ago, there was this gigantic monster who harassed me. That CWF Championship that you see me holding at this time? He took that away from me by attacking me during an Elimination Chamber match. He would not stop. He tried to control me. He tried to humiliate him. Then, in front of over 70000 people, I power bombed him through a burning table and seared his flesh. I enjoyed it. There was a certain legend here in EAW that I had run into before in another promotion. I was granted immediate rights to challenge him after he had won this particular promotion’s world title. I beat the shit out of him and then threw him in a dumpster.
 
There have been many people on Showdown and Dynasty since I returned to EAW that I simply enjoyed beating up and abusing because I could. All those never-weres and past their prime people who were either retired or never quite the same after I dealt with them, I enjoyed hurting them. I enjoyed trying to find what part of the body I was going to tear apart. I had a match with my great tag partner in China, almost a year ago now if memory serves. I kept clotheslining him…again….and again….and again……….and again. And then I finally dropped him on his head. And won. And essentially retired him from this sport. And he isn’t the worst friend that I’ve hurt. I remember breaking my own friend and business partner’s neck as I tried to take over the original CWF…and then retired him for good in the second go round.
 
I haven’t even mentioned the time I kneed Norman Hellion off a bridge in Vegas either, have I?
 
What I’m trying to say, without really saying it just yet I suppose, is that there is some sort of tacit enjoyment that I get from hurting people who really find a way to piss me off. To use the vernacular, you could say I get off on it. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that since EXTREME became ELITE, I haven’t quite had the same opportunity to say, indulge this desire. Maybe that’s one reason why, other than injuries and occasional bad luck, that I have not won the title since I returned. Maybe not. The point that I’m trying to make to you Cloud is that I’m not insane, I’m not evil, I’m not some shit-talking wannabe strolling around with a plastic belt. I am all man. I am a destructive force of nature that terrorized Dynasty from 2013 until the time I voluntarily decided to leave. As of now, no one on the Showdown roster has been able to beat me. More importantly though, no one on the roster has really provoked me to engage in the sort of violent depravity best reserved for snuff films and interrogation chambers of black prisons.
 
You have faced other men before, but none of them were like me. I am not only skilled…but I am patient. I will not frustrate or tire, I will not give you opportunities to get back into the match. You think that you impress me by manage to beat an out of shape, already semi-retired Cleopatra? No. Not because she is a woman, but because she is way past her prime. She was not fit. She was not taking you seriously. SHE HANDED IT TO YOU!
 
Myself on the other hand. I’m not out of shape. I am in prime physical condition. Every muscle of my body is well trained and well disciplined. While you are on Twitter posting memes and making jokes with your friends, I am training. Not for you, because frankly I don’t expect you to last more than five minutes against me. You are soft. Weak. You are not prepared to stand in a EAW ring with me. I’m training because there is an event that is close to my heart that will transpire soon.
 
The GRAND RAMPAGE.
 
While a certain Irish prick has declared himself the first participant and many others are certain to follow, I still remember the sting of being betrayed in a battle royal by a man I considered my friend. I was tossed out with only eight or nine participants remaining. We had formed a collective unit that was supposed to ensure that one of us was the victor. That one of us would stand at pain for pride and challenge for the World Heavyweight Title. But he went against the script. And I fucking ended him afterwards. While I can’t officially announce my participation considering my status as the CWF World Heavyweight Champion, do not be shocked if my name is in the field as well. And I will finally conquer EAW’s most grueling event. Regardless of the entry of certain persons who THINK they should win….
 
I’m not going to go into this match angry. I’m going to go into it with the intent of stretching you. Slowly. Painfully. And I hope your partners and your new sudden friends Tarah and DDD are there to watch your destruction. It’s going to be almost orgasmic to watch their faces, their eyes widen in horror as I piledrive and lariat and bodyslam you into oblivion.
 
(Carlos suddenly falls to the ground.)
 
I’ll pin you, like this.
 
(He begins to mock a referee’s count.)
 
ONE!
TWO!
 
(With a wide grin, he raises up, hand clenched tight as if he were grabbing someone’s hair and pulling upward.)
 
I’m going to do it over and over and over again, until someone throws in the towel for you or the idiot referee stops the match. I try to keep this side of me suppressed, but you have succeeded in just two days of prodding to annoy me in such a fashion that even Drastik, Impact, and DDD haven’t been able to reach. I am not thrilled with the prospect of facing you, but instead of sympathizing and simply acting as a professional, you choose to make little memes like a child.
 
This is a spoiler for YOU, little girl:

Carlos Rosso is going to fucking kill you.
 
I did not endure years of training, a tortuous over-year long wait after my CWF debut to claim this title, years of defining myself as the greatest competitor in the history of the Classic Wrestling Federation to allow you to take it all from me. There is no way for you to turn back now, you are on the way to destruction. One last thing, I couldn’t help but chuckle at your calling me a blowhard. The funny thing is, after I’m done beating the fuck out of you and embarrassing you on international television, you will be the only one doing any sort of blowing. All those pretty teeth that you flash when you smile? It will make your blowing a little less difficult once I’ve knocked them out of your mouth.
 
And your pride won’t be the only thing you’ll be swallowing either.

Life is one big road with lots of signs. So when you riding through the ruts, don't complicate your mind. Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy. Don't bury your thoughts, put your vision to reality. Wake Up and Live! You are not here merely to make a living. You are here in order to enable the world to live more amply, with greater vision, with a finer spirit of hope and achievement. You are here to enrich the world, and you impoverish yourself if you forget the errand. Vision is the art of seeing what is invisible to others.

(Laughing) Reckless Wiring. The second FPV The Rex Master was part of this year (more laughing, then a wide grin). Not as an active competitor, but in many ways so much more (Another grin and pondering). I get the feeling that as a marked man now everyone will want to take me, and the men I walk with, down. If everyone has been watching these last few weeks, then you should know that things have been changing. People that you've known and respected, guys like Xavier Williams, guys like Caine Kronin, guys like me. We are changing things. We are shaping things for the future of this company. For the better (looking straight ahead deadpanned). Unfortunately there will be casualties along the way, as evidenced at Reckless Wiring. As you all saw with Tarah Nova, no stone goes unturned. The three of us, Xavier, Caine, and myself will have a remedy for everyone and everything. Nothing can advance without change. So as far as the future goes, as we found out last night, long live the "elite" as the band of misguided misfits that was Hex-a-Gun is no more. It's a shame for them, but it holds no bearing on what myself and the two men I will stand by do, as the vision of a man, a champion. A Hall of Fame Champion, plays out accordingly. I will ensure that i do my part to make sure Xavier William's vision is carried out to its fullest.

These last few weeks have been very gratifying on many fronts. It's not just the savagery that's taken place. It's not just words that have been spoken, even those with finality behind them. It's the feeling that I've been able to do what I want, say what I want, and how I want to who I want. There is nothing James Shields, HRDO, James Seymour, DEDEDE, or anybody else can do about it. There is definitely nothing, no words under the sun, my opponents this Saturday on Showdown, can say to change that! Not a damn thing! I am tired of being held down. I'm tired of hearing about guys like Terry Chambers. I'm tired of hearing about guys like Kerry Eusford. I want everybody that is put in my warpath to be silenced. Taken care of. Eliminated. I want their fucking heads! I want to do something to guys like Terry and Kerry that they won't forget for the rest of their pathetic careers! They can fan ignorance all they want to what I say. It's what I want them to do. Ignore the warnings. It will just make things that much easier when their time has come. I had such a growing envy with each blow that Caine and Xavier administered to that backstabbing bitch! It made me wish I was there in that cage. This Saturday it won't be in a cage, but there won't be any escaping the fates that await Terry and Kerry (chuckles). See you on Showdown boys!

In an empty EAW arena sits a man. The man is sitting in the benches. May I remind you he is the only person there (except maybe a janitor but who knows. Let’s just say he’s the only person in the benches) The man has some EAW actions figures in hand. He then puts the figures aside to finally look up at the camera.
 
“Welcome to the Prince Havokk experience. I am glad to have all of you who are going to take the time to watch this. Today we will hear some exciting news from myself, Prince Havokk and you all may want to tune in because it starts now. You see, I’ve been wrestling for 5 years at an elite level. I’ve never been injured, I’ve always stole the show, and finally my show stealing has payed off…”
 
The man who introduced himself as Prince Havokk, then goes into a backpack, in which appears to be his and pulls out a piece of paper. The paper has the EAW logo towards the top-center.
 
“I am the newest addition to the EAW roster. That means that I have made it in this business we all know and love called professional wrestling. I know since I'm leaving the Combat Zone there will be new challenges, new test if you will. But I am in fact ready for anything EAW throws my way."
 
Prince Havokk proceeds down to the arena floor to jump the barricade and enter the ring of the empty arena. He poses as if there were fans there to Boo or Cheer him then makes his way to the top turnbuckle of a corner.
 
"I am making my EAW debut on this week’s episode of Dynasty I will be facing a man known as... what's that? Is that a backwards letter R? I guess it is. I will be facing Яedrum, a clown. Now usually I would be offended by this match considering that HE IS A CLOWN, but I have something to prove nonetheless. You seem intimidating. But it is certainly not because of the face paint. It's simply because I think I would hurt you so bad. I could honestly say that I didn’t even know you existed before I was set to face you this week. Management obviously doesn't know my talents and THAT is why I am forced to pay attention to you. THAT is why I am scheduled to take you on one-on-one. So, I got to thinking. You probably know all about me. Well, you should know all about me. I have competed in multiple big name organizations, fought in international tournaments and worn plenty of gold. I am the Prodigal Son of the Wrestling Gods. I am the Hardcore Wrestling Revoker. Tactical? Yes. Talented? Damn straight. Egotistical? I’ve been told. Regardless, I am everything that you are not. So, if you didn’t know about me, now you do. But – what do I know about you"
 
"Considering I have never heard of you before this week, I could not claim to be properly prepared for our match. So, I did some investigative work. Unimpressive is a pretty harsh word to use, but it seems the most suited for you. You’ve got a lot of potential – but I cannot figure out exactly what is keeping you back. Is it just a lack of in-ring experience? Or is it that you are delusional and think that it is ‘cool’ to wear face paint like it’s fuckin’ Halloween every week? Is it supposed to be menacing? Is it supposed to be empowering? Regardless! To put us on an even playing field, I’m wearing the same face paint that you are this week. That seems to be the only advantage you have over me…and when I take that from you…its over"
 
”—and I promise you, I’m going to hit you so hard that it’s going to knock that fuckin’ Letter R straight in your name.”
 
Will Prince Havokk destroy Яedrum, forcing him to become Redrum?
 

Tune in to find out!

Voltage Promo #1
(Backstage at the Sprint center Where Luke Reign is packing up and getting ready to go to Germany for Voltage)

Ahh Kenny Drake what did I do to you to get on your bad side. Was it the comments I made on the EAW feed that got you to call me peaches and call me a fucking joke? Well I just think it's just coincidence that we have to fight on Voltage this Sunday.

 But fuck man WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS!


 I think it was the comment that I said that I would punt kick you and J.D but that was just a figure of speech man because I looked up to J.D as a kid and I did not mean to bring J.D in to this stuff but jeez you dont have to take this personally but there is a deep dark side of me that wants to kick your fucking head off.
 
(Grabs Barbed Wire Chair.)

You see this barbed wire chair of mines is something I hold dear to and I plan to use it against you and hit you in the fucking face with it.


So i guess i will see you this Sunday you FUCKING CUNT!

Well last week on Voltage is what I didn't expect, that's for sure. Ashten Cross gave me the second chance opportunity and the bomb blew up in my face before I was able to get the job done. I have to admit Kenny Drake put up a tough fight, he took me to the limit and defeated me when I needed it. The adrenaline pumping through my veins and throughout my body was just not enough for me to end Kenny Drake to enter the field of voting for the New Breed Championship match that took place at Reckless Wiring. In the end at Reckless Wiring, Phoenix Winterborn represented Voltage really well and was moments away from winning the New Breed Title and bringing the championship home to Sunday nights on Voltage. Right when Phoenix had Mark Michaels where he wanted him, Maxwell Dachs from Showdown came up from behind and hit the Superior Shirauni on Phoenix to capture the championship gold. With the door on Reckless Wiring 8 officially closing, the door officially opens for Pain for Pride season. Pain for Pride 9 the showcase of the immortals, the land of the elite's Super Bowl, compared to the NBA finals, even compared to the World Series and of course it's EAW's biggest show of the year I need to make an impact. I may have been super successful as an amateur wrestler at the Ohio State University but the professional wrestling transition has been a rough ride so far. I can win matches here and there but when the eye is on the prize and the gold is moments away from being in my hands, my hands are like butter and can catch the football. I was able to catch the football and run to the end zone in college by becoming a NCAA division I champion but I get tackled at the five yard line when the prize is right there. The bottom line is I am unable to win the big one but that changes this Sunday night on Voltage. 

This match coming up on Voltage maybe a fresh start for me heading into Grand Rampage and Pain for Pride season but no doubt it will a HARD one! This is not only the biggest fight of my career but this is the biggest fight of my life! I have fought very tough opponents in my life, I have fought bullies, I have fought two hundred pound men, and I have even fought some painful injuries normal people have come back from but this is on a whole other level. I can't let the super fan come out of me because I am facing the man of the hour and that is the EAW Hall of Famer....StarrStan. A former World Tag Team Champion, a former two time....TWO time World Heavyweight Champion, former Elite Champion and he was inducted into the 2011 EAW Hall of Fame class. If you went into any dictionary in the world and looked up the word 'legend' you will find this man as the poster child for it. StarrStan is probably the person I looked up to on the roster, when I was watching the product before I even signed with the land of the elite. While I was in college I had posters, DVD's and even shirts with StarrStan's face on it. To share the locker room with him is an honor but sharing the ring with him this Sunday night will be a privilege! This past Sunday at Reckless Wiring, Starr did the land of the elite a huge favor and that is take care of Hexa-Gun along with Mr. DEDEDE defeating Y2Impact for the Answers World Championship and burying them into the ground once and for all. A weight has been laid off my shoulders and I'm sure the rest of the Voltage roster when Hexa-Gun was finally released from power. But Pain for Pride season turns into Lucas Johnson season, the wrestling machine is ready to takeover and make his mark on the grandest stage of them all by making my legacy into a reality! I'm ready to take and win! The Machine Break is one move away from you tapping out, the question is...are you ready for a hospital bill?

The camera opens up behind the bar of a smoky dive as Paul Anka's sultry swing version of Soundgarden's 90's grunge hit "Black Hole Sun" croons throughout the seedy beverage dispensary.  The bartender's hand plops a froo-froo looking pink concoction in a martini glass down on the bar and slides it past the sleepy looking drunkards and world beaten patrons, until it's caught by a hand decked in leopard print finger-less gloves.  It raises the glass to the shade adorned and depressed face of one Pizza Boy, sporting a 5 o'clock shadow and a pair of smoky shades that almost look too big for his head.  He stirs what appears to be an olive on first glance in his drink,before pulling it out and revealing it to be a cherry.  He drops it down his gullet, tosses the drink back with it, and slams the martini glass on the bar.

In my eyes
Indispose
In disguises no one knows...

PB: Gimme another.

Barkeep: I'm cutting you off, kid.

PB: AW C'MON!

Barkeep: I'm sorry, I don't usually do this with non-alcoholic beverages, but if you drink another Shirley Temple, your foot might fall off, and the lord knows I can't let you drive in that state.

PB: The lord knows a lot of things, my friend!  He knows the mysteries of the universe! He knows when our time is up! He knows the path to salvation! He even knows when your tag partner's going to hang up his boots...he also knows I didn't see THAT one coming...

Lies the face, lies the snake
The sun is in my disgrace

Barkeep: Listen man, if you're going to get all belligerent about your maker, take it outside.

PB: Boy, gee, that-that's a good one, barkeep.  'Belligerant toward my maker'. [PB lets out a long whistle] Couldn't be more far from the truth.  Say, speaking of, He also knows how to make a Roy Rogers.  C'mon, barkeep, gimme a good ol' Roy on the rocks!

Barkeep: Kid, I don't know what's got you acting this way.  Maybe it's a woman, maybe it's a friend, maybe it's my refusal to serve you anything but grenadine and sugar water without a valid ID.

PB: I actually love the fact you're making me cherry soda, but go on.  Impart me with your sage wisdom, oh purveyor of spirits!

Barkeep: Sass me again and I'll call the cops to escort your minor ass out.

PB: I'm 22, but I apologize.  Continue.

Barkeep: What you need is a hobby.

PB lets out a sigh and spins on his stool, before turning full 360 and flopping his forearms down on the bar.

PB: Like what? Carrying 15 lbs of gold around that nobody will let me defend? It's doing wonders for my cardio, I tell ya, but not so much the self-esteem.  Not so much with the 'spiritual quest'.  He was supposed to show me the way.  He was supposed to light my path.  But instead? He leaves me high and dry.

Barkeep: Maybe it's because you leaned so much of your baggage on him.

Boiling heat, summer stench
'neath the black, the sky looks dead

PB: I'm not going to lie, the high and dry life took a toll on me.  Maybe it was my fault.  We quit hanging out after shows, we quit thinking like a tag team.  He'd try to call me out on my BS and I'd call him 'dad' and 'old man' for it.  I mean, it's what I asked for, right? A conscience? But all I did was run from it.  I'd smoke behind the venue, I'd make fun of him with the boys to feel cool.  I'm not even going to pretend that I didn't start to lean on him instead of study at his feet, and not just spiritually, but in the ring.  I didn't pull my weight, I just kept waiting for him to...I don't know...magically fix things.

Barkeep: Sounds like you didn't do much to help yourself.

Call my name through the cream and I'll hear you scream again.

As Pizza Boy mopes at the bar, Percy walks in, spots his friend, and approaches.  He plops down next to him as Paul Anka belts out the opening chorus.  PB nods acknowledging his friend's presence as he stares straight ahead.  Percy nods knowingly and fidgets with a bar peanut.

PB: Did Barney send ya?

Percy:...

PB: No.  You're here for me.

Percy:.....

Stuttering, cold and damp
Steal the warm wind tired friend
Times are gone for honest men
And sometimes far too long for snakes

PB: Barkeep, water on the rocks for me and my friend here....put lemon in his.

Bartender: Good, maybe it'll dry your sugar rush out.

Percy rubs PB's cheek with the back of his hand.  Pizza Boy's at first confused by this before realizing what Percy's alluding to.

PB: Oh yeah...I, uh, haven't shaved in about a month.

The Bartender returns with their water, shaking his head as he averts his eyes, as if trying not to smile

Barkeep: Can't even grow a beard...maybe that's why your boyfriend left ya.

PB: HE'S NOT MY oh nevermind...I don't have it in me, Perce.  I mean, maybe it's the grenadine talking, but maybe I was looking for a scapegoat? I hit a wall in training with Tony, Barney and I started resenting each other even more than usual, and suddenly this good Samaritan shows up and pulls me up off of my haunches, dusts me off, and tells me I'm worthy of his tutelage.  HBB was a legend, IS a legend, and I felt like I learned nothing from him.  And why? Because I refused to learn.  

In my shoes, a walking sleep
And my youth I pray to keep
Heaven sent hell away
No one sings like you anymore

As the chorus kicks up once more, Barney pulls PB close with one arm like a brother.  He talks to his friend beneath the music's blasting crescendo, as even in lounge form the song hits a fever pitch.  As it starts to die down, PB's posture straightens as a confident, self-affirming smile forms on his face.

PB: You're right! I've got to pay tribute, I've got to uphold his name as a student of his.  Never mind the past, I need to make sure Stand & Deliver's legacy doesn't die in vain just because I'm a lazy lump of clay that refuses to be molded.  From this day forward I'm going to try harder, work harder, wrestle better, and apply all of His guidance to my game. No one will besmirch my sensei's legacy, because I am His legacy...thanks Perce.  I can always count on you for a pep talk.

PB kisses Percy on the cheek as his trainer smiles and waves him away.  PB makes a beeline for the door and hits it hard as he bounds off to the world waiting outside as Percy waves the barkeep over, holds up two fingers.  The bartender nods as he reaches up, pulling down a fine, aged scotch and pours Percy a glass.  Percy looks up smiling, lifts his glass in toast, and then sips his treasured scotch as the classy metal cover comes to a close.

March 27th, 2016

Dear Diary, 



I might or might not have a crush on a certain Vixen within the EAW locker room, and it hasn't exactly been a secret from those who've gotten to know me within the past nine months that I've been in this company.  I wanted to share.... well, I wanted to share.... wait up, I don't know how people continue to arbitrarily write their secrets into a book that only they would want to keep. It's so passe; so boring, do you know how many "likes" this paragraph would get if it was a part of a status update on Facebook? These forgotten familial, that continue to write in a book when we have tablets that don't waste precious resources from our forests, are not in touch with all the tools that inhabit our millennium. This is the time and age that I dictate and I determine the next steps that I'm going to take, but it doesn't mean that I want to travel this path alone. I've been fighting my own battles ever since I've gotten into this company and I now hold a title over my waist that I can be absolutely proud of, because this title was EARNED and not given. You might stick a finger out and point to me that I took the title from TLA in the most dubious of circumstances, but I was only collecting something that should have been in my possession a long time ago. This marvelous, piece of gold that I hold around my waist is a symbol of superiority over every single competitor on Showdown and that was even more evident when I had Victor Vendetta tuck his tail in between his legs and run away during our Champion versus Champion match. I don't like to saunter about and not take things seriously, because the moment that I heard that there was an opportunity for me to prove that the Interwire Title was above the EAW Championship... I took it. I displayed to the world that there isn't going to be an easy match against me, no, I will not lie down for any man or any woman.  

Yet, I've done this all alone. Dark Demon sent me to the hospital and made my life a living hell, and there wasn't a single person, outside of my Father, who came to visit me and even wish me well. I got no visits, I got no phone calls, I didn't even get a single card. I spent Christmas and New Year's...alone with empty thoughts and no one to share the festive Holiday with. I will never let that happen again, because this jubilation and joy that has been spreading through my body as I continue to find success over and over again, should be shared with someone that I deem qualified to share those moments with.  I've seen the talent that is rising through the ranks of EAW and I must admit that I'm quite impressed by people like Chris Elite, Phoenix Winterborne, Mark Michaels, Brayden Cruise, Rex McAllister, Sheridan Muller, and Azumi Goto but they are just not the kind of people that I can truly elevate into one of the greatest of all time. I've combed over for months and months as I looked at people who continue to display the guts and courage but can't quite find the success that they deserve even when they put everything on the line.  

Haruna Sakazaki, "The Pride of the Vixen's Division", is someone that I've admired for a long time, and we've had our rough moments during our brief moments of interaction but our destinies have never really crossed until this Saturday. I'm not going to feed into a bias, I'm just going to tell the truth. Haruna is someone with so much potential that she should already be a multi-time Vixen's Champion, but do you want to know why Haruna has never won the main title here in EAW? It's because every single time she steps out of the curtain, no matter how wide her smile is, she hides the self-doubt that crawls within her inner soul and eats up whatever desire she has to be successful within the company. If you don't believe that you are going to win, then there will never be a chance in hell of you succeeding in this company because people know when you don't truly believe that you have what it takes to win. I have to admit, I didn't think that you would accept my offer of joining me because for far too long, you've wanted to try to overcome the demons that continue to haunt and fester inside your soul. There is no way to escape if you continue to lose, instead these feelings of inadequacy continue to build with every stinging defeat until it finally boils over and it's too late.  

That's why you need me, Haruna.  

You need someone for when the going gets tough and you're reaching out in the darkness, someone who can extend their hand and hold your palm into theirs, the guiding light that will help you get out of this mindset of never being good enough. I don't want you to ever doubt yourself again, and to be able to hold the confidence that this is not only my Millennium... it's your Millennium too.  

It's Our Millennium.

This Millennium is not just a concept but it's a way of life, it's the concept of time that we control and it's the concept that we dictate the lives that we lead. In my Millennium, I am going to be the first person in EAW history to transition the EAW Interwire Championship into the top title on Showdown and I'm going to become the longest reigning champion of all time. In my Millennium, you are there with me, Haruna, by my side as we both hold titles; ruling over the landscape of EAW with iron fists. I want you tell me what your Millennium is, Haruna?  What do you want to do in EAW, because I want to help you achieve that goal with everything that I got....

I love you, Haruna Sakazaki.

I'm sure your scared of the concept of love, because it can be a word that brings a great deal of pain when those in the past have scorned or left with no hesitation. I want to assure you that I want to feel the pain that you have endured in the past so that I can turn those moments into happiness, and I'm willing to sacrifice myself in order to show you that there is honesty in my words. The last thing that I thought that I would be doing was facing you in a one-on-one match on Showdown, but I have the chance to show you how serious I am about you when we step into the middle of the ring. I've been having slight hesitations about facing you because I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to give one hundred percent in the match, but I have to. I cannot half-ass anything including facing someone who I might have feelings for, because if I show falsity in my movement then it means that there is a falsity in my words. If I can't take you seriously, then how am I supposed to support you in your career?  

This match is going to be an extremely bloody affair, because if there is anything I know, it's the fact that you compete against some of the toughest Vixens that have ever competed in EAW history. I'm not the biggest male myself being at only 5'10 and 210 pounds, I will not have a considerable advantage over other Vixens like Chuck Scene had. I'm going to defeat you and if I have to come to beating you within an inch of your life in order to gain that victory then I'm going to have choke you out. Do me a favor though, please leave Jade Knight at home, I know how much you adore her but this is a personal matter that only involves you and I. I'm stepping into the Showdown ring in order to present my heart  and I think that it would be extremely rude for anyone else to be around that ring but yourself. I will die before I let you pin me, do you understand that? I can sit here and spit out all the wrestlers that I've defeated in the past in a glorified announcement but the reality is that it will just be you and I in the ring. There will be no audience, there will be no commentators... the background will darken and for the first time in your life, you will be looking at me right in the eyes as you see the true Mexican Samurai that lies before you. You will see the real Alex, the guy who doesn't stand confidently with the title portraying "The Mexican Millennial", you will only see a man who wears his heart on his sleeve.  Alex... that's my real name... the one my parent's gave me. Alexander... but I'm willing to show you my vulnerabilities because I want to see yours as well. This is so much more than just a match, this is something that the fans have never seen before, because we are not only going to spill blood out on that ring but we are going to show the fans a side of ourselves that they've never seen before. At the end of the match, I'm going to extend my hand and I hope that you can reach out and take it. 

When the match is over and we are spent, bloodied, exhausted and unable to move, I hope that you are able to find your answer, but I ask that you be as sincere with me as I am with you.

The following is courtesy of TheAmericanTradition.net:

Phoenix was backstage after his match at Reckless Wiring, sitting on a construction crew's crate, his legs crossed, and his hands crossed over his face. He was still breathing heavily from the match when the reigning Answer World Champion, Mister DEDEDE walks by. He stops, and looks at Phoenix before patting his shoulder with a nod, and continues on. Phoenix watched him turn the corner, as the camera focused back on Chi-Town's Finest.

"I was within seconds. Mere seconds of winning that New Breed championship tonight, and it blew up in my face. Now, Maxwell Dachs of all people is walking around talking about how he's going to make EAW great again. It makes me almost physically sick to be perfectly honest. I should be here before you with my first championship in EAW sitting here in my lap. I let you all down. Everyone who voted me into the match. The fans. The people in the back here who believed in me. All of them. I suppose it's back to the drawing board now. I gotta figure out what to..."

His voice trailed off for a moment, as his phone went off in his lap with a text message. He paused to look at it, then cocked his head to the side. One could see from the look in his eyes that a light bulb just flickered on. Suddenly, but gingerly he hopped off the crate, and held his head.

"I just remembered something. I still have my little envelope. That one that says don't open till x-mas on it. Well...Christmas is coming early this year. Say...this Sunday on Voltage. I'm taking a trip to Hamburg, Germany and whatever is in that little envelope? I'm calling it in. THIS is gonna be a Voltage you're not gonna miss. Tonight? I hit a roadblock, but...the race is FAR from over, and THAT! Is change you can believe in!"

Still holding his head, he headed towards the dressing room, as the camera cut off.

The Answers World Championship. The Match of the Universe. The Company.

Gone in an instant.

Just like that.

I was victimized by my own ambitions, once a complete machine but now left in a heap of spare parts and scrap metal. And the funniest joke in it all is that Mr. DEDEDE exploited my own rules to defeat me. I didn't lose by submission. I didn't lose inside the ring. I lost in an Extreme Rules Falls Count Anywhere match on the outside of the ring. Mr. DEDEDE beat me at my own game. Mr. DEDEDE won because I fought for the future of the company and he fought only for himself. I fought disregarding all of my critics and naysayers who wanted Mr. DEDEDE to beat me, who wanted EAW to remain "elite," and it's for exactly that reason that I failed to come out on top. I didn't march for myself, I marched for you! And there was NO ONE behind me in that march. No one following in those footsteps. I carried Hexa-gun's fate in my hands and I squandered the opportunity in front of millions of people. I failed to defend the Hexa-gun mantle. I failed BECAUSE OF ALL OF YOU. Yes, you. All of you subhuman, self-serving gutter trash that supported elite and shunned extreme, all of you indifferent, content-to-coast-by, half-peddling glory chasers who couldn't give a rat's ass if you were competing in EAW or LEGION or CWF so long as they're the biggest company and your ugly-ass face is on the cover of their posters and billboards and coffee cups. And the people that opted to steer clear of the war entirely, the "neutral leaning," YOU MAKE ME SICK. You're the gum on my shoe. You're the brainless sugar ants parasitically flocking to any food you can find if it's left out longer than forty minutes. You're the toilet paper I wipe my ass with. You've got a gun full of bullets, but the weapon's just for display; you can't accomplish diddly squat when you've got the safety trigger on the entire time. Your gun's a virgin. All of you who didn't assist me, who didn't unite under the leadership of Y2Impact and celebrate Voltage for reviving the days when the words "suicide dive" quite literally meant a suicide dive, you're dead to me. Your career is forfeit. If I see you on the next Voltage? I'm smacking the shit out of you. I see you in the streets? My entourage is assaulting you. None of you people that weren't here in the formative stages of Extreme Answers Wrestling can possibly fathom the weight of the burden I'm carrying. None of you people that mock me and belly laugh at your dinner tables joking about how my ability to stop the spear is just a prelude to another loss etched in the record books against Mr. DEDEDE will ever understand my predicament. For those of you sitting comfortably in your armchairs laughing at my expense, saying "that's all she wrote for Y2Impact!" while you're sipping on your tea in your overdone, played-out Kermit pose, remember that history is not final. History is dynamic. History is fluid. The dictators of a thousand years ago probably made the same mistake Mr. DEDEDE is right now. He thinks his reign is the endgame, but you never know when an Ares Vendetta or an Xavier Williams is lurking in the shadows waiting to unseat you from your pedestal. His date with destiny is coming sooner than everyone thinks, but frankly? I couldn't care less. You gutless, insufferable halfwits cost me the opportunity of a lifetime, and I'm forced to spend the rest of my career regretting it and ruing the moment I decided to prioritize the best interests of the people who cheered for my agony over myself, while they're allowed to soldier on in the bliss of their obliviousness pretending nothing's wrong! EAW, folks! Another show in the books! Another chapter written in the epic novel! Another feather in the cap of the staff, the announcers, the commentators, the maintenance team, the company doctors, the corporate executives investing in the product, everyone that isn't ME! You've all forsaken me. You've taken me for granted and now you owe me a debt that money cannot pay. You owe me your wives. You owe me your children. They owe me their grandchildren by association of criminal misconduct. That rolex watch you're wearing? You owe it to me. You owe me EVERYTHING, and yet you spoon-fed mouth breathers can't even be bothered to give me something as little as respect.

I've seen flourishing companies collapse and fall to their knees before they ever got the opportunity to savor their success. The innovative CWF, the juggernaut ACWF, the incomparable ACW, all of them were bent to their knees and forced to kneel before this company we're all in today because EAW wasn't afraid of enemy threats. You know what separated EAW from everyone else? The company had balls. Now? It's been neutered. Sterilized. I promised everyone that if Mr. DEDEDE won at Reckless Wiring, you wouldn't be getting the "best of both worlds" with extreme and elite, you'd only be getting one world. That's the absolute truth. The same people that praise DEDEDE right now are the ones that'll be chasing him around the village carrying pitchforks and torches in a few months. And when the call beckons and I hear my name? I won't answer. I won't lend anyone a helping hand. I will leave all of you helpless, brainwashed, tortured fools to fend for yourself while I'm on an overseas getaway with the Heart Break Gal. For your sakes, I hope that Stockholm Syndrome all of you are afflicted with isn't permanent. You all could have had a utopia! You could have had EVERYTHING under my reign, and now instead of caviar and filet mignon, you've got canned soup. Not even good canned soup, either. You've got shitty canned soup. Campbell's Cream of Mushroom soup. Brussels Sprouts soup. Shit-infested porta-potty soup. But while you're busy feasting on that "banquet," I'll be proving that the pen is mightier than the sword; that the dictator's crimes of a thousand years ago, or the slave's service of two hundred years ago, or the traitorous mutineer's cowardice of yesterday... Will all be exposed by history. Even with my spirits broken and my body war-torn, Reckless Wiring was never going to be The Machine's last stand. My prospects are looking grim and I don't know how I'm going to accomplish it, but I'm going to become the record-breaking seven-time World Champion. It's a matter of principle. The Machine will raise his metallic fist in the air and fight on yet another battlefield...

I just won't be fighting for any of you.