I want to get high…
…So high…
I want to get high…
…So high…
 
Cypress Hill took the words right out of my mouth; and getting high is what Piff Fumador will always do and always has done. However, what has been happening lately to EAW’s Finest Strain? Is it the weed? After losing to Carlos Rosso in less than 5 minutes, Piff Fumador hasn’t been seen on EAW TV for two weeks, soon to be three; seeing as Piff isn’t booked for this week’s Showdown either. So is it back to Battleground to Piff? Back down the pecking order because of a bad week? I tell you, give me Carlos Rosso any other dias of the week and your boy will hit that gringo with a 420 Splash in the middle of the ring. He can take that CWFU or whatever it’s called Championship, shine it up real bueno so he can see his reflection in it; then hopefully he’ll realise he needs to fix those goofy fucking teeth. Hell, I’ll fix them myself with a Kush Coma kick to the face if we ever meet in the ring again. Piff Fumador is the greatest luchador EAW has ever seen, and whether you think of EAW’s Finest Strain as a joke, a jobber or a just a piece of carne asada I ASSURE YOU… I will take you on in the ring, esé. My boy Landerson always has my back, and we still party harder than any other Elitist – However, 2016 is the year of Fumador, and the year that people take Piff seriously no matter how many blunts are smoked and how many jokes are cracked. The EAW universe has been deprived of some lucha libre and Piff is the guy to give that excitement to the people. THE PEOPLE WANT PIFF. THE PEOPLE NEED PIFF.
 
Who you tryin’ to get crazy with, esé?...
…Don’t you know I’m loco?
 
Getting on Showdown was meant to be a new start for The Green King. Kush Comas were supposed to be getting delivered to each Elitist’s face like a free newspaper! Piff Fumador was supposed to be the Costco of EAW; serving up ass kickings in bulk! However, ay dios mio, that’s not how it’s gone, has it? Once again the card doesn’t feature EAW’s Finest Strain. Does EAW really think people want to see putos like Terry Chambers, Rex McAllister or Kerry Eusford over PIFF FUMADOR!? ¡Qué mierda! You put on spectacles like what we’ve just seen with Reckless Wiring. Grade A, 10 out of 10 events; and then follow it up with Rex McAllister vs Terry Chambers and Kerry Eusford? Poor show, EAW, poor show. Piff tries not to believe in luck, Piff believes in smoking grass and kicking ass – But it’s safe to say that Mr. THC hasn’t exactly been too dank as of late. If anything The Green King has been MIA. Piff whole-heartedly apologizes to all Piff’s fans, AKA the entire EAW universe. Anyone who is willing to step up and get in the ring with EAW’s Finest Strain will feel the spice of the jalapeno, the burn of the tequila, and the wrath of Tijuana’s greatest ever luchador. The jokes will never stop, because laughter is the best way to sedate yourself against a boring world and shitty people; But it’s time to get serious in the ring. No more Mr. Nice Piff. Anyone who wants to get together after a match and smoke a bong that’s all bonito, however, if you get in the ring with Mr. THC then prepare to get your ass smoked like a blunt of the finest grand daddy kush pesos can buy! But all you gringos can sit there and preach how you’re gonna beat Piff Fumador if we’re ever are scheduled to fight. You can thump your bibles, say your prayers but it won’t get you anywhere. If you come up against EAW’s Finest Strain you can talk about your psalms, talk about John 4:20… But PIFF 4:20 SAYS I JUST BLAZED YOUR ASS!
 
Pick it, pack it, fire it up, come along…

…And take a hit from the bong…

 
 
 
 
I have told everyone across the world that I would be willing to defend this Championship against anyone. Not just on the Showdown roster, but anyone from Voltage or Dynasty as well. I have no problem testing myself, elevating myself to the necessary level of competition. Tonight, we just saw the end of an Era in EAW. With the Heart Break Boy’s retirement, there seems to be less and less around to remind me of the old days of the Classic Wrestling Federation. We have become a dying breed, open to insults from people who know no better of the past, of the blood and sweat and agony that I put myself through to make the beautiful championship belt behind mean something.
When I activated this championship and put it across the shoulders of the only person worthy of carrying it in today’s wrestling climate, I was promised that once it became an official World Championship in EAW that it would be defended against proper competition, competition worthy of holding it. People who could push me to the limit. Chris Elite pushed me more than expected, but still, he was overcome at the end of the day.

Since my arrival on Showdown, I have for the most part feasted on the soft underbelly of Showdown’s roster. Sure, Maxwell is a champion, but does anyone honestly believe that he can beat the likes of me? Lioncross is someone who I have no intention of dealing with. He is beneath me and should be allowed to concentrate on people more suitable to his level. Mexican Samurai and his girlfriend attempted to talk smack with me on social media…I’m sure you can all go look and see for yourselves that it did not go well for them. Aside from my one match with Dark Demon that was rudely interrupted by blossoming psychopath Xavier Williams, there is not a match that I have participated on Showdown since my return that did not end with my hand being raised in victory, including two defenses of that championship that means so much to me and refuse to allow any human being to hold.

Notice that I said human being because now it seems that anyone, regardless of gender, is seen as a suitable contender for this championship. Cloud Matsuda is a name that I have only moderately gotten familiar with in the past few weeks. Aside from her attempts to subdue Haruna Sakazaki going awry, all I know her for are generally social media posts, being a lesbian, and hailing from Japan.
What sort of glory does a victory over this woman give my revived CWF World Heavyweight Championship? Absolutely none. Not because she’s a woman. I’ve crossed paths with many a fearsome female in the squared circle and helped train several others. I know better to underestimate an athlete, regardless of their gender. But when I look at the wrestler herself, when I look at her credentials and what she brings, it is clear to me that EAW deigned this week the perfect opportunity to send her on a suicide mission.

Considerably the horrible stench surrounding the EAW Championship, the eternal mediocrity of its Interwire Champion, the absolutely pathetic nature of its New Breed Champion, it’s obvious that Carlos Rosso should be the only name synonymous with excellence on the Showdown Roster. There are no other champions that come close. I am the most dominant, the most relentless, and the most vicious Champion on the EAW roster today. And the irony is that I’m not even holding an EAW championship per se.

Cloud could not even manage to defeat the little whining Japanese that Mexi-Can’t Samurai is fawning over like a pussy-whipped high schooler. Do any of you people listening to this broadcast legitimately believe that woman could possibly stand toe to toe with me?

Furthermore, do the EAW Board of Directors consider this sort of travesty a joke? A sort of publicity stunt? Do they want to punish Cloud for her assault of Jade Knight? Regardless of what the logic behind it is, I’m not amused. In fact, I’m angry. Not with Cloud, I have no truck with her, but the system that I thought had finally begun to see what I can offer deciding instead to mock me with making a match against an obviously inferior opponent.

There is a long list of victims that you can consult about what awaits you next Saturday, Miss Matsuda. Most of them are not female, though in sake of maintaining a championship reign or winning one I have stooped to such an unfortunate low before. In case someone like Maxwell or Lioncross or Chris Elite is unavailable to tell you what’s going to happen, here is the essential portion of it:
I’m going to rip you apart, piece by piece. Your friends in the Formation will wail and scream to encourage you. I won’t stop. Aria’s boyfriend will scream and curse demanding that I show mercy. I will not stop. The commentators will call me a coldhearted, gutless individual, EVEN AFTER I THREW OUT AN OPEN CHALLENGE TO SEE WHO WOULD DARE FACE ME FOR THIS TITLE AND AFTER YOU CHALLENGED ME YOURSELF…I will not stop. Your fans will boo me. I will not stop. Maybe your family or your mentors from Japan will be sitting in the first few rows and plead with me to stop before they hurt their favorite little lesbian. I will not stop. You will scream and wail in agony as I pick a part of your body and systematically torture you. I. WILL. NOT. STOP.

The only way this match is going to stop is with you giving up or being pinned. I will not stop otherwise.

If this were a mere exhibition match, I may look at you differently, especially considering the gap in wrestling talent between us. But it is not. It is for the championship that has always been my identity. It is the one mark that I have left on the wrestling world that EAW cannot whitewash and say means nothing! It is for the championship that I MADE FAMOUS AND HAVE HELD LONGER THAN ANY OTHER HUMAN BEING ALIVE.

You’re not just fighting me; you’re fighting my legacy. My life’s worth. My very existence in the wrestling business.

Don’t expect any pity or mercy from me. You won’t get any.

And as for the rest of you miserable fools, know this: Carlos Rosso did not revive the championship to simply play games. He revived it to merge it with the EAW Championship, the same championship currently held by Vic Vendetta. I don’t know when and I don’t know where, but sooner or later our paths will cross. When they do, I’ll leave whatever ring we fight in about 20 pounds heavier, with the belts of both CWF and EAW around my waist.

My legacy complete.

I saw on the program tonight that HBB had decided to finally hang up the boots, as I mentioned earlier. His remarks to me were something like “GO WIN THAT WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! I LOVE YA!”. Well, I respect him as a wrestler and a man…. but I don’t need to win a world championship. I already AM a world champion. What I do now is simply to accomplish a feat that no one else every would have thought conceivable. What I do now is to prove once and for all to the pawn scum of this company that I can be, will be, and DESERVE to be the face of EAW and the face of Showdown.
I warned you all once before.

Send your cute lesbians.
Send your pretty boys who think because they’re millennials that they are great.
Send your underachieving, bumbling fools from my era who think they deserve to hang with me.
Send your Princes.
Send your Tsunderes.
Send your Formations, Omertas, the remnants of Hexagun, your legends, your CHAMPIONS! I DO NOT CARE ANYMORE!

Just don’t send anyone you want back in one piece. Carlos Rosso is Ichiban, and the gloves are off now. Too bad for the rest of you.

Debut Promo #1

- The camera fades to a dark alley in Toronto ON-

You see  where I come from it's fight or flight. I lived in a nice family a really nice family but my family had a dark secret a really dark one. My brother was a straight up FUCKING! alcoholic. He used to abuse me, beat me up, hurt me in ways unimaginable. He used to always tell me " Your not great your just some dumb fucking kid who is my half- assed brother". I had to go through insults like that to survive. But I've  changed now I am something different now I am myself my dark dark self now. I am a changed man now. I like hurting people now. I remember  the time i ended some stupid fucking kids career with a move I call the End of life. When I come to EAW nobody is safe. Nobody.

[Drastik is sitting on the curb of a hotel room, wearing a heavy coat with hair hung down over his face. He looks down at the pavement as the dim light falls down over him shoulders. He licks his lips and begins speaking without looking up at the camera.]
 
Over the course of the last eight years of my career, I’ve continually experienced what it’s like to have to take in the “next generation” of competitors, where I’m expected to take these men and women under my wing so they could be more like me. When you’re as accomplished as I am, and when you’ve had as much longevity as I’ve had, you’re expected to do younger guys favors despite what you might think of them. Sure, among the guys that turn out to be future world champions and future Hall of Famers eventually you get guys who fall flat on their faces. You get the Vance Tybulls and the Moonlight Predators and the JC Styleses of the world. But of the handful of guys that made it after being coddled and nurtured and mechanically christened, only one of them stands out as someone who was, in the most storybook fashion possible, able to ascend from “next guy” to “THE guy”. His name is Cyclone.
 
As much as it’s become a cliché to say going into matches like these, we’re a lot alike in many ways, Cyclone. We’ve each, in our own way found a way to capture the hearts of the people we perform in front of. You’ve become the adored, baby-faced people’s champion who could get the masses chanting your name at shows weeks after you’ve been slighted and decide to call it quits. Each time you’ve left, those people have supported you because they want to see you keep getting the coddling that you got when you first became EAW Champion years ago and became the face of the company. I have never had disdain toward you because of your success with the people, and in all honesty, I’ve only ever cared that the attention was on me, not that it was necessarily backing me. But being backed is integral to who you are, Cyclone. And that’s okay. That’s what makes us different when it comes down to it. The two of us are legendary in our own right, that’s why a one-off open challenge wasn’t the way to go. That’s why we needed this build. That’s why we’ve waited until today to get this done. It’s what we both deserve. When you and I come out to the ring, the crowd will be losing their minds because we’re the two people that they want to see—we’re the two people that they’d be willing to lose their voices for. But that’s all they’re willing to lose, Cyclone. And frankly, I’m sick of even trying if that’s all it’s worth.
 
Whether I come out and beat you, come out and roll over, or don’t come out at all, those people are going to be chanting my theme music and brandishing my character like they have for the past eight years. They’ve been trained to cheer for me. And no matter how many times I fail them, they’ll continue to cheer because that’s what they’re there for. What I’m saying is that we aren’t special because we get them to cheer for us. I’m not even sure if it really matters whether we win or lose. What matters is what we’ve come from and what we’ve ascended to. Maybe we’ve topped out. I don’t know. But if this is the last encounter before we each descend into irrelevancy, we already made it. My reach has gone as far as it’s gone and no one can touch that. You’ve still got work to do even if you catch me on my way out. No matter what these people do, no matter what they vote for, no matter how they try to influence us, I’ve already beaten you more than you could overcome.
 
[The camera moves away slowly from Drastik before fading quickly to black. Solid white text flashes across the screen before the video package ends.]
 

SAIL

(Cameras open up as the Heart Break Boy is shown standing outside of a bible study classroom with a suit & tie on, getting ready to be the guest speaker. He stands there with the original teacher of the class, warning him to avoid certain students of the class that have interrupted the class on more than one occasion. HBB stays silent and listens as the teacher continues on with his plea)

Teacher: I'm telling you, HBB, I can't really get to these kids. They are just hard-headed, they just can't comprehend. I don't even know why their parents even allowed them to attend a bible school when clearly, they have already made up their minds not to listen. What more can you do?

HBB: Well, teacher, considering that the old ways of the Heart Break Boy wouldn't have listened either. This is something that I can clearly relate to and what God uses out of me to use as a testimony.

Teacher: But that may be something that they use as "hypocrisy."

HBB: There's a difference between hypocrisy and a testimony. You see, I used to be ignorant of God. I didn't even know God until through all my mess, He knew me and saved me. I used to be possessed by the devil and his evil ways but now I'm joyfully being used by God that no matter what people say or opinions on anything, they can't change me or try to slander me. I'm still going to believe in God and I'm still going to dedicate my life to Him. Now, some people may have their own opinions on God and even foolishly take huge jabs at God, trying to shun, not knowing that God is actually the one mocking them as they mock him. You want to see an example of that?

Teacher: Sure...

HBB: Then pay attention to class. It's in session.

(Cameras transition into the classroom as HBB pleasantly wants into the class with a bible in his hand and seeing only a handful of kids in the class. The teacher walks in right behind him as he points out two students that are already being disruptive with the class. They go by the names, "Jayden" and "Robert." HBB doesn't really pay attention as Jayden and Robert turn their faces toward HBB.)


Jayden: If it isn't the old goat. Don't you have somewhere to be? Like a wrestling ring?

Robert: No, Jayden... HBB spends most of his wasteful time in church now.

Jayden: Even worse than hypocritical Christians that flood us to death with their bibles.

Robert: God... I hate Bible Thumpers. How can you sleep knowing that your whole life depends on pieces of paper?

(HBB slams his bible down and quickly turns his attention over to Robert)

HBB: The same way people depend their lives on money.

(The whole class goes silent)

HBB: I see that got everyone's attention.

(Jayden's face turns annoyed)

Jayden: Come on, please, do not start preaching to us about Jesus. We don't want to hear about something that doesn't exist. I don't believe in it. I don't care what you have to say about the bible because it doesn't exist?

HBB: How do you know? Tell me?

Jayden: Uh, because?

HBB: Because what? You can't convince me anything or even joke about anything you don't believe in. You definitely can't tell me something is fake when you haven't even experienced it. Let me tell you something...

The Bible works.

And even if you don't want to work it, it still works
.
There are people today that are even working out part of the bible without even knowing it. Those that mock God, laugh at Him, and even trying to slam his name are in for trouble. I just want to warn you. But even so, God still loves us.

Jayden: Yeah, blah, blah, blah. He definitely loves us enough to throw us in hell.

HBB: Well if you broke the law, and didn't obey the rules, do you think the judge is going to let you roam freely? Even so, God still warns us, still gives us second after second chances to redeem ourselves. Yet, the people of this world quickly neglects you and has no hesitation to throw you in prison. But there's a lot of questions to answer.


Why are blacks the most targeted race in this world? Why do we talk harshly about God or the Bible when it hasn't done anything to them?

Robert: Maybe because it's boring... Just like you.

HBB: Or maybe because it doesn't line up with what you want to do. There's even stuff in the Bible that I don't agree with but I still have to do it.


Jayden: Oh really? Tell us all, Break Boy. Like what?

HBB: Sex. Before I just got married, I had a lust problem.

Robert: Lust problem? I would think it would be completely normal for someone who loves sex because we all do.

HBB: That is true, but it's not normal for those who want to please God. It's not normal for those who believe that they don't belong in this world. And even if you don't believe, what is your point of living? What else are you going to believe before you die? You going to believe that once you die, there's going to be nothing but darkness? Then how does that explain the way Adam was created? How does that explain the way you got here? Why are we given purposes for our lives? Why are there opposites of everything(evil or bad, bad or good)?

Jayden: I solely believe in science and the evolution theory.

HBB: So you believe that we came from apes? Does your mother look like an ape?

Jayden: Hey, watch it!

Robert: There's no proof of God just like the evolution theory. No physical evidence at all!

HBB: Well there is, I can't show you today but I can surely tell that there is a God.  And no, his name is not Mr. DEDEDE.

For all you that pay attention to the organization that I work for in Elite Answers Wrestling, which I'm sure most of you do. Back in 2012, I created a group called "Project Edging God Out." Even to till this day, I look back on the things that I have done by calling out God and thinking of myself as a God. I was just confused of the fact that God actually existed. I was boosted in my own ignorance. And what proved that God actually existed in my life was the aftermath. I was in a huge depression over family losses that led me to drink and smoke my brains out. I didn't care about God and kept recklessly ruining my life. Even in the business I was in, it showed a whole lot. I used to be a guy that everyone depended on in this business but because of my outside interferences, I gave up on my career and gave up on life. I became a nobody that was once beloved by many. Moments later, my life became directionless that curled up into a ball and was thrown away. It lasted to a point that I cried out to God and prayed sincerely for the first time in my life. And from that moment, I experienced God like never before. He planted me in a wonderful church home, I began at peace then moved on to become financially better in my life. But the most important thing about this, God's love for me even after I slandered his names multiple times. I put images into people's heads that they can talk any kind of way about God. I disrespected him constantly while he never shook his head. I can imagine that he does the same with you guys as well. Those that continually mock him and "try" to dethrone him, God still loves them. There's no love like God and there will be no better man than Him. And at the end of the day, we can say all the things that we want. We can believe in anything we want. I don't care if you're Muslim, Mormon, catholic or a Jehovah Witness... If you don't have Jesus, you have nothing. And even if you have nothing, that won't change the fact that your knees will be bowed on that glorious day when he returns. Then we will see how much you will laugh, mock him, and even try to clown someone that dedicates his life unto Him.

Robert: Hmmm... Sounds good but I don't know...

Jayden: There's just too many hypocrites in the church.

HBB: You got a job, don't you?

Jayden: Yes...

HBB: Are there hypocrites there?

Jayden: True.

HBB: There are hypocrites almost everywhere you go. Heck, even you are a hypocrite. No one is flawless. But yes, we do have hypocrites in the church, just as we have hypocrites in the world. As I said, where there's real, there's going to be fake. Where there's bad, there's also good. There's always going to be a counter-argument over the opposites.


Robert: Thanks, HBB. I'm finally understanding some truth. But the bible, I don't know about that.

HBB: Don't despise what's trying to help you. Many of us despise the bible because we want to do what we want in our lives. We don't choose to stay obedient. We rather dictate for ourselves but they is completely meaningless. Why go on with life when you want to control it? We are mere humans, can't do nothing else but pay taxes, go to work, eat and sleep. But the God that I serve, whom gives direction according to your heart's desire and also gives salvation is worth following pieces of paper.

Take it from me, a guy that actually works it unlike people that want to tell you different stories that have to use "Google" to plant one scripture.


Jayden: You seem pretty dedicated. I'll give you that but don't you have a match or something to worry about tomorrow?


HBB: I do, yes I do. You both remind me of my opponents actually.

Robert: They must be some cool guys.

HBB: They actually are pretty cool. Too bad they will have to suffer bruised chins.

Jayden: I know those guys and heard their words toward you. They mock every single thing that you live for. How can you respond to them?


HBB: I won't. I'll just keeping living while they keep laughing and while they keep laughing, I keep going higher while they stay drowned.
Tomorrow night, I'll take you guys on a little field trip to see how God delivered me from "trying" but failing to edge him out to...


Edging Drake & Jones Out.

(Suddenly former Vixens Champion and recently retired, Cleopatra enters the room with a diamond Jesus cross necklace around her neck. She folds her arms and leans upon HBB)


HBB: But before then... We have another very recent living testimony.

(HBB smiles while Cleo winks into the camera as the screen fades to black)

Reckless Wiring promo #7


PicPerfectMichaels has uploaded a video:
 




The scene opens inside the the Presidental suite of the Raphael Hotel in Kansas City, Missouri.  It’s here that we find EAW’s Self-Proclaimed Social Media Champion “Picture Perfect” Mark Michaels, whom we find standing beside the window overlooking the city with his back to the camera.    


Michaels:   “You know I realized something today, you’ll never find three guys who are more different from each other that Myself, Phoenix Winterborn, and Maxwell Dachs.  Aside from the fact that we’re all employed by Elite Answers Wrestling, there is practically nothing else that we have in common.  But the funny thing is that when you look closer at the three of us, you see that we are all looking for the same two things, Redemption, and Vindication.  Oh yeah, you see Dachs is looking for Redemption for his past.  He needs to get the win here Reckless Wiring, so that he can look himself in the eye when he looks in the mirror every morning, and not want spit in anger at his own reflection.  And Phoenix Winterborn needs to find vindication for squandering most of his career doing two bit, dog and pony, spot shows for the tiniest of indy promotions.  He needs to have his hand raised in raised tonight, so that when he can look out the window, and know that all the hardships that he’s had to endure on his path to EAW weren’t all in vain. 
 
Michaels turns to face the camera.


And then there’s me, the man who has unjustifiably been getting labeled as a choke.  A man who has come within inches of becoming a champion in EAW, only to watch it all slip away in a moment’s notice.  See I don’t need just redemption, or vindication, I need BOTH!  I need that New Breed championship to wash away all the horse crap I get about just being all talk.  I need it to shed this false perception that I’m not the superstar  I claim to be because I can’t win the big one.  That’s why I need to win more than either of my opponents in this triple threat.  And I will do absolutely everything necessary, to make sure that I do.”
 
The sound of Michaels phone vibrating rings out.   
 
Michaels: “What’s this?”
 
He quickly swipes his thumb against the touch screen, and almost immediately, audio from Maxwell Dachs’ press conference emanates from the phones speakers. 
 
Michaels: “What the fuck?  What, is he Donald Trump now?  Why the fuck would he get some jackass who looks nothing like I do, to impersonate me?   This is pathetic.  You know just as I thought I couldn’t an opinion that’s any lower of Maxwell Dachs, he does something like this, and somehow manages to sink down even further past whatever the fuck of pond scum eats.  Well at the very least,  the bright sideto all this is that Max will actually try to put up a fight at Reckless Wiring, instead of just laying down to die in the middle of the ring.  Now granted he is right when he says I don’t give two shits about Hexa-Gun, but that has more to do with me having already dealt with two of those assholes back at House of Glass.  So whether they win, lose, or draw, I don’t really care as long as they don’t try screw around with me.  But if he thinks that I’m weak willed, or that I’m not fully prepared to kick his scrawny little ass, all over the Sprint Center , then he got another thing coming.  He wants to talk about being cold blooded, and ready to put a bullet thru the heart?  Well then just let him bring his entire arsenal because I am bulletproof, motherfucker!  I can’t wait to get my hands on Dachs at Reckless Wiring.   I will be anxiously awaiting  the opportunity  to plant that good for nothing bastard’s head right into the mat.  I am going to bust open that sorry sack of self-wallowing shit Maxwell Dachs, and paint his face with a crimson mask,  and by god that is a  guarantee.   After I’m done with him, Dachs’ own mother won’t be able to recognize him.  By this time next week, just as the lets him take his first steps on uneasy legs, maybe ol’ Maxie will realize that he doesn’t need to try and make EAW great again.  Because with me standing tall as the New Breed Champion, EAW will have all the greatness it will ever need.
 
Another text alert rings out from Michaels phone.
 
Michaels: “What now?  Oh come on Winterborn, even I know not to post and drive.  Are you really that cheap that you can’t give the male prostitute you just finished up with, an extra five bucks to hold the fucking camera for a second?  Oh and you used a bad word, I guess you must be a real bad ass, instead of the overconfident asshole, who is completely ignoring the fact that I’ve mowing down motherfuckers left and Right!  You must have had one too many hits to the head, if you think that you’ll somehow fare any better.   Yesterday I called you a fad, but perhaps you’re right.  Fad is too good of a word to describe you.  You’re not a fad, you’re a novelty. You are the shiny new toy that the uneducated peons in the crowds can cheer for Just like Dustin Brasch, and Jaden Zaxaria.  And just like they did, you’ve already more than worn out your welcome, and come this Saturday night I’m going to give you a first class ride on the end of my boot, back to whatever hell hole in Illinois that you crawled out ofYou want to talk about how going to war was way of life for you growing up, man eight year olds probably still kick your ass, and take your lunch money.  You’re going to find out first hand, that Mark Michaels isn’t just some troll sitting behind a laptop.   No, Mark Michaels is the man who puts an end to the delusions, and fantasies, of overhyped, underdeveloped jackasses like you Phoenix.  .  Let me tell you something pal, this Saturday you will be drowning in a sea of my followers, who will be standing in ovation of me becoming the New Breed Champion.  And you’re pasty white ass will be cast aside, just like all the other shitheads that thought they could stand against me.  I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, no one, not Maxwell Dachs, and certainly not your sorry ass, is going to be able to stop me from winning this Triple Threat match, and taking home that that New Breed gold. 
 
You two boys better get ready, because you are about to go toe to toe with not just the man who embodies greatness, but the man who is greatness itself!  The man who is going to wrestle circles around both of you.  The man who is will leave both of you laid out, embarrassed, and staring up at the lights.  The man who can’t be stopped, and won’t be stopped by you, or any other member of the roster, or even the EAW board of directors themselves.  This is my time now, and no Trump wannabe who’s in the middle of a quarter life crisis, nor any flash in the pan, here today gone the tomorrow, Johnny come lately, rat bastard son of a bitch will ever be able to say otherwise.   I am the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the Hash Tag Hero to Millions upon Millions of people the whole word over!  And those people have elected me to be their undisputed Social Media Champion, because they recognize that I am the total package of looks, charisma, and in ring skill that is unmatched by any other!  That why I’m the Destiny of Dynasty, The brightest Burning Star that EAW will ever know, and most importantly, the man who come Sunday morning will wake up as the Elite Answers Wrestling New Breed Champion, and if my doubters, my haters, and my opponents still don’t believe what I’m saying, maybe this video will help you all Picture THAT!”
 


The shot of Michaels fades to a video montage of Michaels.
 


*Shots of Michaels entrance.
 
Michaels (Voice over): “I am the embodiment of greatness.”
 
*Michaels connecting with the swinging neckbreaker, and the underhook backbreaker.
 
Michaels: “The personification of Perfection.”
 
*Michaels with the second rope leg drop.
 
Michaels: “This is my time!”
 
*Michaels stomping away furiously on his opponent.
 
Michaels: “No one is gonna stop me.”
 
*Michaels hitting picture perfect , and the Screen Cracker.
 
Michaels: “No one will even be able to stand against me.”
 
*Michaels using various weapons including kendo sticks, steel chairs, and a glass selfie stick in vicious fassion.
 
Michaels: “You don’t have to like it.”
 
*various Shots of Michaels getting his hand raised after a match.
 
Michaels: “But that just the way it is, and how it’s going to be, until I get everything that I am owed!”
 
*A shot of the EAW New Breed Championship on a pedestal.


Michaels: “The wait is over.”
 
*A shot of Michaels standing at the top of the entrance ramp with his arms held high in victory as the music reaches its concluding crescendo.
 
Michaels: “Welcome to the Michaels Millennium”


FADE TO BLACK.
 
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What does a man fear the most?

Every now and then, I come across a past EAW wrestler. They tell me how they've become so groggy and that they're only looking forward to sleep and the loss of consciousness it promises. What a pitiable existence to walk and yet be dead at the same time. I grew up in a christian home and despite everything they taught me, I didn't inherit their optimism. I questioned everything, but one particular story got to me. Why did so many men have the same desire to construct what would be the Tower of Babel even if they had the gut feeling it would incite the wrath of the almighty? Years have passed and I've come across you and I now understand, but understanding doesn't mean extending mercy as I won't budge when the final seconds tick down. The sand from the hourglass keeps pouring, but I have been observing every second. The anticlimactic conclusion to see if you had the wherewithal to defeat me, was fighting with desperation in your eyes—to prove that you had what it takes to beat a rookie who embarrassed you. Where did your story take such a steep turn to the point where those people can question what you can do? A tragic downfall from the time I made my return to EAW and saw you as the champion above all. But that was a farce all along, am I right? How you needed three men to prop you up and the minute one of them felt like his worth was more than being just a cog in the machine, that was the sole reason you got one last chance to look down on everybody else and reach the clouds, it all crumbled and you went back to where you belong. So here you are, squirming around and clawing at everybody and everything, not even taking precautions as you don't care how mangled your body becomes. So here you are, stepping in a ring with a man who you know can knock you out with one strike and that might make you tremble, but you still lace up your boots. When I look at your state, I now understand why those men did what they did. I understand that death is not what you fear, but if what you leave behind is sufficient enough to be immortalized. That night should have been the fateful end, but instead you're given a month to reflect and isn't it sad? The accomplishments of yesterday seem so bright and vibrant only to become an ugly shade, leaning more towards grey as you fail to correct your mistakes and believe me, I will be there to affirm you that you won't. People are so quick to still wonder if vengeance is why I insist on chasing you, but I know that I can’t muster up any feelings of hatred for you. I know that I once broke out of handcuffs, but a part of me still feels shackled. Still feels imprisoned by the ambitions that causes me to still walk, no matter how bruised I am. It might not be why you said it, but you're right—when I stare at you, I understand just why this brand isn't big enough for the two of us.

Where are you? Don't tell me you're still hiding yourself behind that facade? Just because you are frantically swimming through waters you immersed yourself in and there is no lighthouse in sight doesn't mean I am going to entertain you. Remember, I'm the pursuer and if you had anything in your arsenal to scare me off, you would have done so a long time ago.

You don't have to try and hide it. I can see the look of bewilderment on your face as you can't fathom the reason why I would be confident in believing that there is a light at the end for me. Maybe it's because I'm the one who made the first step despite how I knew that I was practically walking on a tightrope, where one slip up and I would end up languishing as a bottom-dweller. I still remember those days, when I was a fighter without a brand and therefore without a home. And do you know what's one thing I remember from those days quite vividly? When your name drew more fear than even the World Champions. Now we live in an age where men like Zack Crash laugh at the thought of ever taking you seriously. Now we live in an age where Scott Oasis can soundly defeat you, and you didn't expect for trumpets to start playing or confetti suddenly raining down, but at least for people to be excited, at least the sight of that meaning more than just another match on just another Dynasty. But what were you even expecting when what can they really be excited for? They know that you're at your best when henchmen serve as your right and left hand, but what happens when their desires overwhelm your empty promises and they leave you hanging? And is this the reason for your tragic downfall? No, because the catalyst for why your story took that steep turn is that your greatest weapon turned obsolete. Your words used to burn like acid, but look at the people passing you by even when you try to cut them down. I never thought I would see that day. And you didn't discriminate, young and old both felt your wrath as you watched slaves to validation make fools out of themselves, but if only they could look into the future as the biggest fool turned out to be you since you fall in line faster than everybody else. When people become conformists, the opinions of those at the top of the food chain are what drives them. You're still a predator, but a very ineffective one. You can still hurt people, but no longer do they try to shrug it off and get on your good side, but bite back. Those who fail to adapt get left behind—you know that, so what made you think you were immune from that?

You seem to think this is a spur of the moment, that things escalated to this point when it's always been the same. Do you believe that if you treated me with more respect, that chance would be more kind with you and even look out for you? That if you raised your hand out towards me and we put on a little show that night with no consequences no matter the victor, life would be smooth sailing? For so long, a light has been flickering. And rather than be at peace with what you are and what you can do as your nature will always eventually shine through, you've been trying to find a way to make it burn as bright as its first day. So you try to pull wool over people's eyes, but that won't work with me because I've seen it all, and I'm already about to stand adjacent to you as the final grain of sand is about to drop. Because I'm eager to tell you something that makes me laugh every time. It's the way your expensive robes are juxtaposed with your frail body. It's the amount of times you scream best in the world no matter how out of place it seems, no matter if you're at the top answering somebody's challenge or at the bottom groveling for another shot. Here you are now standing on the edge of an abyss and you know why I'm so confident that I will beat you, and it's not because you've now become silent as all that does is exacerbate just how inescapable this match is. It's because while you’re unrecognizable—so am I, but I progressed. Throw every possible weapon you can at me, hide behind barricades I can easily go over or try to reveal wounds that are already open, it does nothing but put you in distress in what should be your most peaceful moment. You might plead for me to not end the one thing that you have left, and when the dust settles, people might say that I truly am a man without a heart, but this is me at my most merciful. You've suffered for so long that this is just a routine for you, but I won't let you mold yourself in a new image. I won’t let you build anymore.

It all crumbles.

(Video fades in of Maxwell Dachs about to be phone interviewed by journalist John Rei.)

John Rei: Please welcome my guest at this time, New Breed championship contender Maxwell Dachs. 

Maxwell Dachs: Thanks for having me. 

John: No problem. Let's get right into this. As a result of your remarks yesterday , Phoenix Winterborn has issued a response saying that your claims of him being controlled by HexaGun being asinine. 

Dachs: You don't actually believe that do you John? Phoenix is a sad desperate man. He is willing to say anything to get good energy up, but it just isn't working. But the thing about Phoenix is that he's so proud to be from a disgusting town like Chicago. It's sad. I've been to Chicago, it used to be such a great town, but look at it now. Something is going on there John, when you have degenerate filth like Phoenix being so proud to be from there. He claims to be this morally righteous guy, he makes these claims, but then he puts his hand behind his back and he just lies. Lyin’ Winterborn is what I like to call him. 

John: Alright, then you made these claims that he was controlled by HexaGun. What was that about? 

Dachs: Yes, John. It's astonishing. When I broke this story about Phoenix and Michaels. It's unbelievable. All this stuff that's going on. All I'm doing is telling the truth. 

John: Well, Mr. Dachs, I've looked all over, I've looked at EAW, CWF, AWF, DCW, and WMW. And it's about people getting beaten and controlled in general. It has nothing to do with HexaGun or Phoenix or Michaels.  

Dachs: Well somebody is doing the controlling, John. 

John: Alright, Mr. Dachs, what would you say that your biggest weakness is? 

Dachs: I would say that my biggest weakness is that I trust people way too much. And when they let me down, if they let me down, I will never forgive. I find it very hard to forgive people after they have deceived me. Just look at what happened to my old partner Kerry Keller. And look at what is happening with Phoenix.  I trusted the man. And he just goes around and not only insult me but one of my idols. Look at the way he talks about Mr. DEDEDE.  One of the greatest people in this company and he just slanders him like this. He is just proving my point that he has no respect for this sport. Phoenix attacks me and DEDEDE. But let me tell you this. He got lucky with a thing called voting. He didn't earn this spot in the match. He will claim that he has but that's a lie. Lyin’ Phoenix. He got lucky with the voting believe me. He wouldn't be up here in this match without those polls he probably rigged. It's dishonest and deplorable.  He's a bad bad man and I will put a stop to him. 

John: How do you feel about Mark Michaels representing the brand  of Dynasty in this match? 

Dachs: I think Dynasty treated me terribly.  Yet I won in every EAW universe popularity poll while I was there. And that dishonest and dysfunctional management that Mark is representing in this match. I won't stand for it. When i beat him, which he claims I won't. Which is laughable he keeps trying to to build up his energy by making these dumb claims how he's gonna beat me for the one, two, three. But be won't. He's delusional. In all honesty, we need toughness.  And Mark can provide that for us. He's a nice guy. But we need toughness. That's why we don't need people like Mark as champion. 


John: before this match, what are your final remarks towards your opponents? 

Dachs: first off with Phoenix, I want to make EAW great again, and I'm all honesty Phoenix doesn't. He doesn't care. He's trying to build up his already low energy by taking pot shots at me and a living legend, it shows that he doesn't respect this business. It's shameful. 

When I go after Phoenix and Michaels, I'm not just making a statement against their very obvious character flaws. I'm making statements against the broken and corrupt brands they represent. I'm going to go on to win the New Breed title, and we are going to make this company so great again. That's all I want. It's all I want. 

As New Breed champion, I will whip this company into shape. I can promise you that. I can promise that there will be no more overbearing factions like HexaGun and the Santorum. We're going to get them out. And we're going make this company successful again. And you are all going to be so proud of me. Thank you all! 

(Fade to black as interview ends.)

 
So let me get this straight. All the things I’ve ever said about myself, how I’m not unbeatable and I embrace my flaws and I learn from everything, wins and losses… you’re saying that’s only ok when Hexa-gun does it? Because of course that’s the way it works for the Heart Break Gal in her small, secluded six-person world. This is exactly what I’ve spoken about with you time and time again. Let’s not point out that you always get so upset when someone attacks you by pointing out your flaws, but all you know how to do is point out your opponents’ flaws and then boast about your past. You talk about the things that are wrong within EAW, when you are the walking, talking example of everything that’s wrong with Hexa-gun. The toughest thing for you is going to be how you manage to talk your way back from this one. All the backhanded insults and the snide remarks you’ve made about me over the months, only to bring it all into this one match where you say you will make me insignificant once and for all, it’s all going to end up as one gargantuan failed mission on your part. You don’t respect me, you don’t like me, you think you’re smarter than me… wow, sounds like a laundry list of reasons that make you the odds on favorite to win this match. The oddsmakers fucked up if that’s the case. I suggest you all put your money on Cailin Dillon, because there is no way in hell I’m letting that bitch beat me.
 
You think I need to defend myself as a champion? Go fuck off, seriously. I defend this belt all the time to any challenger. Meanwhile, your friend Eris the Vixens Champion is taking vacations. And that makes her the better champion in your eyes, those ones that rest behind rose-colored, Hexa-gun themed glasses. She’s the biggest paper champion in this company, hands down, but you see her as the strongest. You don’t just sound stupid, you sound like a belligerent drunk. I’ve told you all that I’ve done enough times. Why is that the only thing you can talk about? It’s because you’re so focused on finding the particular flaws. You decide the worth of my challengers, whether or not you think I actually fought well in a special match and whether you can personally accept the way this title has worked. But you only get to be a critic, you don’t get to make those decisions. And let’s be frank, you’re a pretty one-sided critic here. If it doesn’t smell or taste like Hexa-gun, you’re not a fan. And I know exactly the kind of answer you will have for that, too. You’ll tell me off all the people you do respect that are so much better than me in your eyes. You’re as crooked as a politician and have been far too good at it for far too long. You don’t really respect anyone outside of Hexa-gun anyway, so why do I care what you think about me. I’m not fighting you in a match because I want some kind of respect from you. You challenged me for my title and I accepted, like a champion should. And when we meet at Reckless Wiring, I will beat you like the champion I am. Go ahead and have all your resources ready to help you even the odds, because you’ve proven in just the last month that you need help beating me. You know how much I’ve gained from my experience facing you? You’re coming out here at puffing out your chest and trying to prove to me how much better you are, but I see the real Claudia underneath it all. I see that while I have gotten even better in the ring as the months have gone on, you’re just the same. If you disagree, than the only other option is that you’re deteriorating right before our eyes. I guess everyone does reach that point, don’t they? When they just are too stubborn to hang it up?
 
But there lies maybe the most familiar word between the two of us. We’re both so stubborn. While I stubbornly find myself in matches fighting you over and over again, you’re too stubborn to come up with even an ounce of anything new to say. And I get it, it’s because of this whole charade where you act is if you’re too good to really give me the time of day. I’m that person that you care so little about, that you think I need to be scrubbed from the earth. Huh? Let’s think about that for a moment. You could care less about me, but you want to do everything it takes to make sure I don’t matter anymore. Well, I’m sorry genius, but that doesn’t make a bit of damn since. You’ve wasted so many words in the past trying to peg me as the hero of the Vixen’s division, without realizing how selfish I really am. Now you call me the underdog because I had to earn what I got? You’re literally just completely abysmal at what you do. So much talent in the ring, such high expectations for what I’ll get from you outside of the ring, but it just doesn’t happen. You’re just insults and grandstanding your achievements. And maybe when you’ve been around as long as you have and achieved as much as you have, a bit of lax thinking sets in. You speak of all these goals and admirations you have, but I don’t buy it. Who does? You’ve spent months mocking me and questioning every move I make, while simultaneously reminding me how little I mean to you. All this amounts up to is proof of how full of crap you are.
 
But this really shines through when you go out of your way to talk about how you aren’t unbeatable. Of course I know this, but these lessons you say you learn and how they make you different, they are the same things I’ve said to you about me in the past. But what you did when I said that to you, was throw it in my face and mock me. Because I said I learned from losses and didn’t quit, you said I accepted losing. You couldn’t possibly really explain how it’s different now, could you? When we fight in this match you won’t have to search for someone in the crowd that’s willing to challenge your thinking. You’ll get it from the person standing right in front of you in the ring. And you talk about your poise? I will kick your ass, raise this title and leave your trashy-carcass in the ring as I leave you in my past. To be clear, though, I know exactly how you operate and I’m well-versed in all your history, so you didn’t need to waste your time giving me the details of your past or the present. But allow me to detail the future. I won’t even have to go far. You have been opportunistic throughout your storied career, but the story that will be told from this match is not one that you’ll want featured in the Heart Break Gal texts. This opportunity you have to become the Specialist champion and forget about little ol’ Cailin Dillon, it’s going to be a big fat missed opportunity of epic proportions. You talk about me as being unskilled and unready so often. No matter what you think of what I’ve done since I’ve been in EAW, it won’t change the fact that your explanations for losing this match will make you look sad and truly caught off guard. For every time you have supposedly outsmarted me, it will be this match that defines so much about our battles together. Nothing we’ve done in a ring together to this point will compare to the ramifications of this match. You’ll not only lose your chance at holding another title, but you’ll be forced to watch and wait and hope that your teammates can get it done after your let down. We can go our separate ways if that’s truly what you want, but know I’m leaving this match as the Specialist champion no matter what move you pull, even if you resort to underhanded tactics to win the match. I wouldn’t care if I’d have to smash you with a chair, climb a ladder, drive you through a table or outlast you in a cage. Whether I have to set you on fire, drop you on a pile of tacks or debilitate you with a sledgehammer. Or even if it’s just pinning you or making you tap out. I will beat you and you will be nothing more than another challenger for the Specialist’s title. Because you see, that’s all the motivation I need to beat you. It’s not even about what happens with your precious group to me. It’s about me. I’m not ready to stop being a champion, and I never will be.
 
You might think you’re a snake that would do anything to win a match, but I’ve been jumping out of the weeds and slaying for as long as I can remember. You want to call me an underdog? Fine be that big, stupid, stumbling giant. And I will be just like David, tossing the stone that cracks your fragile exterior and takes you down. You’ve slayed dragons have you? Well I’ll slay the dragon slayer. You want to be a champion because you crave the ability to abuse power. You’re a weak-minded fool that’s in such fear of what everyone else is capable of, that she needs to control the odds. When you say you aren’t unbeatable, this is where that line is drawn. You call it being smart, I call it being a coward. Your strategy has long been to cheat in order to level the playing field. Maybe there was a time you could do this on your own, when you could battle your way to becoming a three-time Vixen champion without needing help. But that time has apparently passed. And if you think this is me just chiding you for the things you’re willing to do, it’s not. Know that in this match, I no know bounds. I will do whatever it takes to beat you. Even it means I have to fight off half of Hexa-gun in the process. The best thing about seeing you boast your false confidence this week has been knowing how badly you’ll take this particular loss. You might have learned from so many of your downfalls in the past, but this one will stick with you more than you’d care to admit. Trust me, this one will sting you for awhile.
 
You spend so much time calling me stupid and mediocre, that losing to me is going to be a bear for you to deal with. You say I’ve never come out of my comfort zone? So accepting huge matches and taking on Hexa-gun is staying in a comfort zone? You are so narrow-minded. You think your opinion reflects that of the masses, or at least you really wish it would. Please, everyone… HBG is speaking and she needs followers. You’re like the candidate that stayed in the race too long. To say I’m content when all I ever talk about is reaching for more is just more lazy thinking on your part. This is you trying your hardest to paint me as someone everyone knows I’m not. You want the world to see a Cailin Dillon who is lazy and somehow fell into being a champion because she kissed ass and looks good. The rest of the world sees me as someone who has earned everything she’s gotten from the day she stepped foot in the ring. No one has ever made me do anything. I have been offered chances to take risks, and I took them. That is the definition of going out of your comfort zone you dimwit. Another classic Claudia moment, condescending herself in her own promo. Yikes! You’re taking a calculated risk at Reckless Wiring, but it’s one that’s going to cost you everything.
 
You talk so much about exposing me, well it’s time I flip the script on you. You will be exposed in this match in ways you never imagined. You have looked down and over me for so long that you aren’t remotely ready for the challenge you’re about to face in that ring. Because if you’ve shown anything in the past week, it’s that you don’t know a damn thing about Cailin Dillon at all. You tried so hard this week, you really did. And even though you mocked me, you just accepted the truth at the same time. This isn’t a ticking clock from you, it’s a timer. Your time isn’t moving forward, it’s running out. As soon as you step in that ring, the seconds will count down. And when they hit zero, I will be the one that has my hand raised as champion.

When we first enter the Land of Elite, Extreme, Merchants, Beasts and Opportunity, what is it that we fight for?

What's your cause? Are you fighting to put food on your family's table? Are you fighting to put clothes on your kids backs? Did you enter through these gates because you want to move your mother or father out of their house and into a new environment? Do you want to make your loved ones proud? Are you here because you had a dream as a child? A dream that a little boy or little girl could grow up and become the biggest thing the world has ever seen. Did you dream that you could be a superstar, or a celebrity, or a legend? That your namesake will be fawned over and the ground you walk on would be 'a collectible?' Is entering EAW the gateway to those childhood dreams? Or maybe it isn't so storybook. Maybe you enjoy chaos. Maybe you're a son of destruction. Perhaps all you know is fighting for everything you have, and you're drawn by the gravitational pull of a land as lawless as ours. Perhaps you want to be the best. You want to be the best fighter in the world, and you realize that the greatest fighters in all of combat sports come here. Maybe you want to be an instrument of change. Maybe you want to reshape the system and leave a better EAW than the one you came into. Perhaps your reasons are noble in plain sight, but there's one common denominator. One constant, unchanging theme.

It's all rooted greed.

It's what I realized sitting there watching, listening, as Impact went on his usual glib tirade of narcissistic sanctimoniousness. Lying for the most part -- to all of us, but mostly to himself, because we certainly aren't listening. Most of us have concluded what I knew from the beginning. His words fall on deaf ears, similar to how my words seem to bounce right off of his tin-can head while his mechanic mind is fixated on his own reflection. He looks himself in the mirror and see's a force that cannot be assailed. He has a Teflon ego; self-impressed as he looks back with his beady eyes on the havoc he's wreaked over the course of the last few months, and of course imperious in nature considering his supposed "master plan" of re instilling principles that were never lost when he first undertook this covert operation of changing EAW from the inside out by aligning with Zack Crash, is now all finally coming to fruition! It's hard not to feel happy for the guy, his hard work sure has paid off so far, and it's clear he's on cloud nine! And not if but when it's Y2Impact as the sole and undisputed authority over the land, the security of EAW's future will surely be in good hands! I digress... while listening to his usual blithering blather, I came to an epiphany. I realized Y2Impact is not only a usurper, he is also a dreamer; and though he preaches the opposite, Impact is no different from anyone else who enters these hallowed halls.

When you enter a kingdom, your first wonder is what it would be like to rule over all you see.

It's the inherent megalomania in all men. But when you enter the Land of Elite, your mission here is to rule. A dreamer and a usurper are one in the same. The dreamer and the usurper have a common quality, and that quality is greed. You may have coaxed yourself into believing there's something more noble behind it, just as he who's entered this company believing they're doing all that they can to feed their family has, but there's truly no difference. You don't succeed in this business without taking from another. You don't put food on your family's plate without taking food off another's. No matter how much we have in abundance, taking is still taking. Truth be told in this land of Elite, Extreme, Merchants, Beasts, and Opportunity, it shouldn't be any other way. There should be no other objective but to fight, try as you might, for the most riches this business possibly has to offer. And I can genuinely see why you've undertaken the sobriquet as "Machine", because it's your "Methuselah". It's your veil that masks your humanity, but Impact you couldn't be any more human. And the tag of "usurper" is a fitting badge of honor, because the root context of usurper is dehumanizing. It removes the emotion and organic feeling behind it. The "usurper" on the other hand is akin to a thief in the night who emerges from the shadows, to the world's amazement, and previously not noticed, to be the catalyst to the change this company supposedly needs. It strips away the painfully obvious attributes of ego, pride and greed that is behind everything a man does in this land. "Usurper" is a decent makeshift veil, but the intentions in a land like this are translucently clear. The face of evil can be seen through the veil, and it's a familiar face. It's the same face we all wear when we're pursuing glory. This company isn't like most societies. It takes true effort to fool the masses. It's TRULY difficult to deceive me, but Impact you haven't swindled a soul. You aren't going to fool anyone. You tried your bid to rattle God. You did the best that you could. You really did. You spent this entire week pulling out every stop to maybe make me believe the words that excrete from your mouth -- but your words are just that, excretion. And contrary to your own believe, your shit stinks too. Even if it's bathed in perfume and covered in Yankee candles and bouquets of flowers and novelties bearing smell-good aroma's. A pile of shit is still a pile of shit. 

You can deflect the blame on me and roleplay as some downtrodden leading light who holds all the answers to all the world's ails -- but as history shows, that is a fantasy. The only thing history has truly proven when it comes between you and I, is that when we collide in the middle of that ring with nothing but our fists and our wits, I PREVAIL. Tactics like questioning my "motives" and "intentions" debunks nothing. Questioning "my lack of loyalty to the principles that made EAW successful" does not change that, and IS NOT an argument. I'm glad you've come to grips with that fact that, as history shows, I am superior to me, but I have comprehensively dismantled your non sequiturs and futile attempts at minimizing the gap in true power between us countless times. But what you haven't come to grips with is this: nothing else matters. 

It's the real point that I've been trying to drive home from the very beginning. I'll completely take the tone of accusation and malice out of my voice and try to be as reasonable as I possibly can when I say this. I know God says to speak upon your enemies with love rather than contempt, so I'll give it a nice try and give it to you easy..... Even if it were true. Even if it were true, that all of this time, I have been deceiving everyone into believing that I'm this benevolent good spirited virtuous affable bleeding heart luminary. Even if I've had the world conned into believing that I'm a God, when my intentions are far more nefarious. Even if you were completely 100 percent honest about yourself and your mission. Even if it is all true. Even if your intent, this whole time, was to restore the lost principles of Extreme not simply for your own gain, not for your own aggrandizement, but for the betterment of this Land of Elite, Extreme, you know the rest, for all........ Even if it's true..... it doesn't matter.

You seem to have forgotten that this is not a debate. Our audience does not get to vote for who they want as their winner -- hell -- by your decree, they have no say in this match at all. I suppose The Machine knows best, and the people should simply confide in the competence of their supposed benevolent dictator. So be it. That's fine. That's dandy. But it doesn't matter. This is not a debate, this is a chess match. And every time I speak, it's checkmate. THAT'S GOD. THAT'S GOD. Do you see? Do you understand what I'm saying to you right now? Is it registering inside your head?? ANSWER ME!!! IS IT?? Are you starting to comprehend what this is?? This game... these politics... the suits... the diction... the jargon... the buzzwords... the circus... the theater... the show, it means nothing. None of it matters. It's filler. It's paint. It's decor, it's quaint little ceramics on the painting canvas surrounded by the eloquent brush strokes of wet shit from a monkeys ass. That's politics. That's the world you've indulged in, and clearly it's consumed you. It's why you still blindly insist, like a broken record, like a short circuiting machine, that I turned my back against EAW despite me explaining to you a hundred times in THIRD GRADE FUCKING ENGLISH that EAW turned it's back on me first. But that's politics, if it doesn't suit you, you ignore it. It's not ''Machine-like'' to make off base assumptions like you being able to defeat me at Reckless Wiring despite zero data to support your hypothesis, so you ignore it. You retort with red herrings. But your red herrings mean nothing. None of it means anything... not in the ring. EAW is in a way a breeding ground of nihilists, because nothing matters if it isn't tangible, and in the ring everything is tangible. In the ring, everything is at arms lengths, you can reach out and touch your opposition, and you can strangle your adversary by his emaciated neck and feel his neck snap in the palm of your fucking hands...... You can't do that in the outside world. You can't do it in the political realm or the business world. Funny... looking back, my father always told me how I'd be a consummate businessman... he figured I had the mind for it. Meaning he knew I had the mind of malice for it. He was partially right... it does take a malicious man, mentally, to succeed in that kind of world. I've ventured down that business road before after departing from this company in 2011, and it lead me to becoming the EAW Chairman in fact by purchasing this company's top stock the following year, subsequently gaining majority ownership of the company. The same power that you seek. The power that I was offered at the Awards Show and turned down. The power that you have to get through me to obtain.

But I'll tell you what Impact it's really not all that it's cracked up to be. Not for a wrestler. I don't even know how HRDO does it... well, I guess it's the same way I did it. I guess there's a great deal of pride you need to swallow to accept a position like that and not completely drive this company in to the ground. I mean dealing with investors, stockbrokers, activist groups, venue owners, talent negotiations, advertises, corporate sponsors, it's tough, it really is. Being responsible for so much and being given such little gratitude is by no means sexy. Especially not when you've grown accustomed to having your name flash in lights, selling out tours, raking in money, and whatever else you bragged about. Stockbrokers and investors don't care about that. They don't care about your nicknames like the ''Pompous Paragon'', or the ''Mouth That Breathes'' or ''The Machine''. They just want their fucking money. But on the bright side, it's a good thing you'll never have to experience any of that.

I won't let you. 

And that's not a half truth, or a politician's empty threat. That's not Bush telling Donald Trump "you will never be President with your kind of temperament" and proceeding to drop out of the same presidential race while Trump continues to lead. This is far more visceral, because I can make you a promise and it's up to my own two hands to deliver on it. I PROMISE YOU you will not come to power. I SWEAR IT. YOU WILL NOT EXPERIENCE TOTALITARIAN POWER, MARK MY WORDS! I WILL BE YOUR SCOURGE AT EVERY TURN! Even if you're right... even if you're right about me! And you know what!? ....

 Heheheheheh.. You know what -- you know what! YOU- YOU ARE RIGHT! YOU'RE RIGHT! I'M JUST AS GREEDY, I'M JUST AS MALIGNANT, JUST AS MALICIOUS, AND NEFARIOUS, AS ANYONE EVER TO STEP INTO THIS BUSINESS! I'VE COMMITTED AS MANY ATROCITIES, I'VE COMMITTED UNFORGIVABLE SINS, I'VE BETRAYED THOSE WHO WERE CLOSE TO ME, AND I'M NOT SORRY! I'VE NEVER APOLOGIZED, AND I NEVER WILL! AND HAD IT NOT BEEN FOR THIS ANSWERS WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP BEING ON THE LINE, I WOULDN'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT DEFENDING EAW FROM YOU OR ANYONE ELSE WHO FELT ENTITLED TO THE SOVEREIGNTY THAT YOU SEEK! Gratifying isn't it???? You were right! Hahahahaha, you were right about me! BUT IT DOESN'T MATTER!!!!!!! IT NEVER MATTERED!!!!!! IT DIDN'T MATTER AT PAIN FOR PRIDE SIX, IT DIDN'T MATTER AT THE INAUGURAL RECKLESS WIRING, AND IT WON'T MATTER NOW! TO YOU, I'M A GOD. NOT A BENEVOLENT GOD. NOT THE BIBLICAL GOD. NOT THE LOVING GOD, THE NURTURING GOD, THE CARING GOD, KUMBAYA GOD, HOLD YOUR HAND GOD -- JUST A GOD!!! WHAT I SAY GOES, NO MATTER WHO'S "IN CHARGE" OF THIS FUCKING PLACE, AND THEY WORSHIP ME!! HAAAAAAA-HAAAAAAAAA!!! HOW DOES IT FEEL YOU HOPELESS DELUSIONAL SACK OF GEARS, METAL AND SHIT!? HOW DARE YOU, TALK ABOUT 'YOU REFUSE TO ALLOW ME TO USE YOU AS AN EXAMPLE AGAINST FUTURE CHALLENGERS WHO DARE TO OPPOSE ME.' -- BITCH I'VE MADE YOU AN EXAMPLE FOR THE LAST SEVEN YEARS! RECKLESS WIRING WILL ONLY ACCENTUATE THAT! YOU'RE SEVEN YEARS OUT OF DATE! HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE THE MACHINE THAT IS OBSOLETE!? TO BE UNWANTED!? NOT RESPECTED! DEMONSTRATED AGAINST! OOOOHHHHHHHHHH you don't like the feeling!?!??? Not fun when it's happening to YOU!?!? I'VE FELT THAT FOR YEARS!!!! I'VE FELT IT FOR YEARS IN THIS PLACE, AND HAD SELF SERVING HYPOCRITICAL CUCKOLD COCKSUCKERS LIKE YOU AND YOUR BITCH CUM BASKET WHO USED TO WORSHIP ME TOO, COME FROM THE WOODWORK, GET ON YOUR HIGH HORSES AND CALL ME A TRAITOR -- FUCK YOU!!!!!!! YES I'M A TRAITOR!!! I'M WHATEVER YOU WANT ME TO BE IMPACT!!! NAME YOUR ENEMY AS YOU LIKE, SO LONG AS YOU KNOW IT. BUT DO YOU KNOW YOUR ENEMY?? DO YOU KNOW ME??? DO YOU KNOW WHAT I'M CAPABLE OF NOW RIGHT NOW??? DO YOU KNOW THE KIND OF EMBARRASSMENT AND HUMILIATION I'LL PUT YOU THROUGH WHEN I MOW THROUGH YOU AND YOUR DELUDED LITTLE NARRATIVES!?!? YOU THINK YOU KNOW SHIT BECAUSE YOU STOPPED A FUCKING SPEAR!? REMEMBER THE LAST TIME YOU STOPPED A SPEAR!? DID THAT STOP YOU FROM BEING MY BITCH THEN!? BUT BY ALL MEANS, CONGRATULATIONS IMPACT! YOU HAD THE DEVIL FIGURED OUT ALL ALONG! YOU SAW THE DEVIL IN THE DETAILS, YOU SAW THE WRITING ON THE WALL! ENJOY WHATEVER FLEETING SENSE OF VALIDATION COMES FROM YOUR MORAL VICTORY, BUT MORAL VICTORIES ARE MINOR LEAGUE TO GOD. I'LL ENJOY THE LAST LAUGH IN THE END.

BECAUSE HE WHO LAUGHS LAST, LAUGHS BEST.

☤Tiberius Jones appears at home on a couch munching on some popcorn in a bowl while in his pajamas while watching Drake Jaeger in his last routine, Jones is amused and laughs at the antics as Drake finishes his acts in the church and knocks down holy water. A figure walks in behind the couch as Tiberius speaks while chewing.☤

Man, all this shitting on Christians, that shit ain’t right, it ain’t right! Drake just going to drop fire like that, well I guess others would say he’ll see fire in the end of his time, but it can’t be that bad considering how many average Joes around these parks would swear up and down they been to hell and back! Hell and back my ass, bunch of nobodies can’t even ride the EAW streets without safety wheels and pampering by HRDO.

And it just so happens with all this holy and hell crap, I’ve recently heard a story, and I think it’ll be fair to extend the shitting to be on more than just Christians. It goes a little like this…

This random mofo is up in paradise and looks down to see the hell below, somehow he comes to know that this criminal dude he sees down there who was this cold hearted criminal once decided to spare a motherfucking spider, so on some bs Hitler liked dogs type of glorification type shit, he decides he’s going to send a spider thread down there so for his one little good deed the sinner could rise on up out of hell…

☤The person’s slender hand takes away Jones’ bowl to his surprise and he looks up to see his twin sister Ammit Jones softly smiling down on him.☤

TJ: Shouldn’t you be busy trying to champion Jaywalker to our people, rather than invading my area.

Ammit: My dear has served us well and so have we him, but the time is not for him now, today is yours and the hell you speak of should not be confused with the typical hell…Naraka being translated to hell can cause some confusion.

TJ: Who cares hell is hell, don’t sweat the small stuff!

Ammit(Sighing): Brother…well suffice to say this hell is not meant to be eternal just to appease conciseness desired, though there is much more to look into. Anyways the story is that the man commonly known as the Buddha looked down between lilies at a lotus filled pond, his eyes catch note of a dastardly villain named Kandata who had lived a life of murdering, thievery, and arson, but had moment in his storied life that moved the Buddha….he had decided not to murder a spider he was about to trample, thus the Buddha used a silvery thread of spider to be lowered down to hell to the criminal so he could use it to climb up to paradise. Elated Kandata begins to climb up with both hands, but he is followed by his fellow sinners also attempting to rise from their damned existence, in his fear of the thread snapping he christens that the thread is his and his alone, and he chastises those below to not use it and go back down instead of following in his opportunity, of course it is only when his fear exposes his selfishness does the thread truly snap and they all descend back down into those cruel depths in which they came.

TJ: And you’re telling me none of that crap bothers you?

Ammit: It is not for me to say if it does or not, as it not our faith, in the end it is likely meant to be a tale to speak of both the great opportunity for redemption in all mankind and how one should be charitable to his peers my beloved brother. I would not be surprised if a lack of faith in of itself is partly a cause for the snapping, Kandata did not believe in the strength of the thread he been climbing fearing it would break because of the others rising with him, and such lack of faith cost him dearly. Our faith is different, we follow and try to understand the cosmos, and we work to serve Gaia as you well know TI. (She chuckles)if you want to go on about this Buddha figure you ought search “ the nature of human greed café” through google, I tease.

TJ: No, no, no! None of that let it slide bullshit, sister! It’s so fucking arbitrary my stomach churns with so much poison just thinking about it that if I’m not going to breathe out dragon breath, I will at least let my venom spew from the words off my tongue! How does saving one fucking spider balance out the murders and the whole list of crimes he committed?!! And if the Buddha was going to let all those other sinners climb up with the man, why did they ALL get sent back down just because he alone decided to act in a way that pissed off the oh so holy one during his rise? So much bullshit, so nonsensical….so wishy washy and so touchy feely cherry picking without logic…you know who it reminds me of, YOU KNOW WHO?!

☤Jones stands up in fury and points at the camera to address the audience.☤

TJ: ALL OF YOU!

Every person who has ever praised or supported Stand and Deliver! Every time you have chanted for the Heart Break Boy even after all of the things he has done! You people send down that spider thread to HBB and you allow him to know he is loved while he should be burning and suffering in his hell all alone with his years of not being a champion and his years of setback after setback for him to chew on each and every single moment of his life! But you can’t leave HBB alone, why? Because he helped out this loser Pizza Boy guy? Yeah that’s right, Pizza Boy might as well be the fucking spider, a life that shows HBB’s so called light, a being whose work will be the thread you idiot fans use to allow HBB to try climbing back up on top as a man to be respected and beloved because he decided to be a mentor to some little punk stain on society that had no purpose beforehand. Well just like that criminal did to Buddha, HBB will let you all down.

Because it’s who he is, it’s in his DNA.

The Heart Break Boy’s whole family is sick, minus his daughters who were saved by the blood of the Heart Break Gal who clearly has stronger dominant genes than HBB does.  My sister being here reminded me he has a sister too, Cleofuckingpatra. A truly wicked bitch if I ever met one. She was Dynasty general manager back when I toiled as a stagehand trying to become a wrestler, she wouldn’t even let me have a contract as an EAW extremist without me having to bleed and be tormented, she’d sic her pet Christopher Corrupt on me whenever she had the chance, she had no empathy and she lived to make my life a living hell. In a twisted way, I learned a lot from her, I learned that hard work wasn’t enough, and playing by the rules would never get you anywhere, I had to become the king of all thieves to thrive in this land. Most of all, considering how her power allowed Christopher Corrupt to get ahead in ways far above his talents, I learned from her that it was a good idea to have friends in high places…….and I don’t think I have to explain what kind of friends I have gained! HBB pretends to have changed, he thinks he can be different than Cleopatra when everyone knows they might as well be one in the same! Cruel, sadistic, and at the end of their ropes! HBB can keep on grasping at that thread trying to get on up to paradise, to these tag team championships and most importantly into the hearts of every single person of EAW he wants to move with his parting days in this run he is having, but just like Kandata HBB is afraid! I can smell it, I can see the phantom sweat that sullies his skin, he doesn’t trust that EAW will respect him, he doesn’t trust that he has it in himself to be able to get up there in time before you people forget about him, and most of all he knows that neither the support of you people or Pizza Boy is enough to take on the challenge that is Drake & Jones!

He knows, the weight and pressures on his shoulders are far too much for any thread to handle.
☤End scene.☤

(Video fades in of a podium with a poster that reads “Maxwell Dachs #MakeEAWGreatAgain.” Life Wasted by Pearl Jam hits as Maxwell Dachs walks out to the podium waving. He positions the mic towards his face and begins speaking and introducing himself.)

Maxwell Dachs: Hello, I’m Maxwell Dachs. I’m the mind behind DCW. I saw not in a braggadocious, I created one of the most popular wrestling promotions in the country. And I want to use whatever that talent is to work for this company as well. So that we have less corruption as a result of cancerous factions, that we bring in more revenue and pay per view buys, we take care and listen to the EAW universe, we get rid of HexaGun, and we have a great company all together.

Luckily all of this can and will be accomplished when I become EAW’s newest and best New Breed Champion. In order to get through that I have to get through the likes of Phoenix Winterborn and Mark Michaels. First of all, I don’t even know why Phoenix Winterborn is even in this match in the first place. He didn’t earn his shot in this match, he was voted in by some lazy and sketchy poll. And he has the audacity to think that he can get his energy up and get the crowd behind him by taking this half assed pot shots at me. Let me set the record straight. Phoenix, I didn’t want to talk about you and those other chumps in the voting because I don’t want to waste my very important and precious time talking and giving attention to those who aren’t worthy. Michaels made the mistake of doing that and he spent all that unneeded time talking talking about those other losers instead of taking the time to talk about myself, somebody actually in the match. By making this rookie mistake, he is now ill prepared for this match against myself, he spent way too much time on caring about those in the polls who don’t matter. Rookie mistake, folks! I didn’t make the same mistake. Michael’s isn’t prepared for the match because of it. On the other hand, I am prepared because I didn’t waste my time, I didn’t make the same mistake.

We’re gonna talk about these polls, folks. They were a waste of time in my opinion. People shouldn’t be voted to get title shots. They should earn them, like myself and Michaels. For all the crap I give Mark he did earn his way into this match fair in square, I will give him that. But these polls were just a waste of time. I tweeted, that I was gonna tweet about the polls during them, and I did. Disgusting stuff those polls were. But, after the polls were finished, people were saying that I was the real winner of the polls because we picked up 160,000 Twitter followers during the polls. Wow. Just wow, amazing stuff folks.

And if you take a look at this news story, I mean this is just wilds. We’re in first place in the match predictions in .. Well everywhere! It is amazing the support we are getting. And frankly there are some reasons for all this support, people like what I am saying in some very important categories. So let’s go over those, who’s with me?

(Someone in the crowd begins calling for a medic.)

Dachs: What's that? Medic? What is going on. Oh it looks like a woman fainted. (Dachs laughs.) That means she got a little excited. Those are my best fans. Those are my favourites. The ones who faint. (Dachs waits for the woman to stand up.) Make sure she’s perfect. Okay? You okay hun? Okay? Good. Alright let’s get going then.

This first category that people are supporting me now because of my heavy stance is getting rid of HexaGun. People are sick and tired of HexaGun. And as New Breed Champion, what will I do, folks?

(Crowd cheers: “REMOVE HEXAGUN!”)

(Dachs laughs.)

Dachs: I love it. I’ve never done that before that’s cute. And that is one of my main things. Phoenix and Michaels, they don’t care about getting rid of threats. They just care about themselves. I, myself am selfless. That is why I work for you! The EAW universe! I’m not in it for the fame. I won’t do any of these shitty EAW movie deals. I’m not in it for the money. In fact, I plan on rejecting the champions bonus you get in EAW. All I want to do as champion is work for the people and help restore this company to its former glory. Phoenix and Mark don’t care about that.

The next category.. So important. The next category.

(Dachs pauses as there is someone in the audience protesting. The camera pans to show a small skinny man with a pimply face and glasses. The protest points to his Phoenix Winterborn shirt and slicks back his extremely greasy hair and continues shouting “DACHS IS A QUITTER! DACHS IS A QUITTER!” The crowd boos him and Dachs laughs.)

Dachs: That’s fine. Don’t worry. It’s just fine. This why we have freedom of speech! NOW GET HIM OUT OF HERE! OUT! OUT! OUT! OUT!

(At this point the crowd begins chanting “OUT! OUT! OUT!” Along with Dachs as the event security takes the man out of the event.)

Dachs: Now where was I, yes this next category. This other main difference between me and this weak willed men Phoenix and Michaels is that I am not controlled by anybody. I’ve been all over the world and I’ve been asked the members of the EAW universe, “what are you going to do about things like HexaGun ruining EAW.” And to be blunt the ultimate answer is to dismantle them and remove them from power. People like Phoenix and MIchaels don’t care about the issues plaguing EAW, much like HexaGun and the Sanatorium. And when it comes down to it, the real truth is that Phoenix is controlled by HexaGun, folks. He makes these claims like that I is in the match to teach me a lesson and that he’s doing this for as his passion. This simply isn’t true. Because, let's be honest he’s from Voltage, and people from Voltage are just the lackeys of HexaGun and are forced into doing their bidding. These people from Voltage and HexaGun, they’re rough dudes. They are not nice people. And just last week when this New Breed title match was announced, one of these HexaGun guys came over to me and tried to offer to help turn this match in my favor. I said I had no interest in taking his help. In fact it’s the first time he’s probably been turned down.

The thing about Phoenix is. The thing is that I’ve watched matches of his. He had a very small amount of the crowd behind him, and I mean I can’t blame them,  he had very little enthusiasm, very low energy guy. You need a lot of energy, a lot of crowd support, and a lot of talent to be New Breed champion and turn this division around. All things that Phoenix severely lacks.  

He doesn’t care about this company. He doesn’t care about this New Breed division. He’s trying to use his power from his HexaGun controlled Voltage brand. And after seeing the many things Phoenix lacks, I honestly believe that he will run this company into the ground. And folks, I won’t let this happen. That is a promise.

You see, unlike him, I’m not controlled by huge backers like HexaGun or those racists at Dynasty like Michaels. I don’t want power and control like them. All i want to do is make EAW great again. It’s all I want to do.

You can’t trust people from HexaGun’s Voltage like Phoenix. I mean just look at what HexaGun is capable of. These two young girls, nice girls, Cailin and Aria. They were beaten, bloodied, and brutalized by HexaGun. And that is just a few of the many. It’s a big problem. And Phoenix doesn’t even care, he’s just blindly proud to represent Voltage. These are the people he is so proud to represent by representing Voltage. It is deplorable. It’s disgusting stuff. It’s tough stuff. And it is mean stuff. And don’t worry folks, using my influence as New Breed champ, they’re all going to be taken care of. They’re gonna be gone so fast that your head will spin.

The fact is that whether it’s Michaels or Phoenix, they’re all controlled by the dark tentacles of their brand owners. Whether they know it or not. Wanna know the nice part of me and Showdown? I’m not controlled by them. Nor will I ever be. Unlike them, by the mere fact of being on their disgusting corrupt brands means that they have an agenda. They don’t care about the EAW universe. They don’t care about this company, they don’t care about any of it. I do, and that is why I am the perfect candidate for the new face of the New Breed division.

Let’s say that I don’t like whatever kind of shit that the Sanatorium is doing? I would be able to do something about it. I won’t get caught up in any distractions like Michaels and is failing acting career or Phoenix and his shady HexaGun hangups. I will be able to do what is right for this company.

To wrap things up let’s take a look at the kind of petty insults that these two have tried to spew at me. But first let’s take a live look at the Mark Michaels rally going on.

(Dachs motions to the big screen behind him and it begins posting live feed from the Michaels rally.)

Mark Michaels: Please clap.

(Suddenly the podium is rushed by three chubby black women with dyed hair and begin taking over the rally and begin preaching the “gospel” of Black Lives Matter while Mark just goes to the side and crosses his arms and puts his head down.)


(Dachs cuts in over the feed.)

Dachs: Oy vey. It appears that Mark is having a little trouble tonight. He’s having a hard time. What a mess. Mark Michaels is a complete mess. What a weak man. If he cared about this company he wouldn’t let his rally get taken over like it has. He cares more about what makeup goes on his face and his dumb DJ Khaled copycat Snapchat stream than  to focus on his wrestling career. He isn’t what’s best for EAW. I am.

(The video from Mark’s rally cuts off and Dachs returns to another epic stumping.)

Dachs: This past Tuesday. I released a video about how I would retire from wrestling if I didn’t win the championship. And it was frankly amusing to see the reaction of everyone knowing that the whole thing was false. It was all a clever ruse and all my idiotic opponents fell for it. It reminded me of when my father took me out on a hunting trip and he said, “Max, son, watch this.” And what he did is he put out some nice juicy bait for and in comes this beautiful ten point buck and he put up his gun and shot it right in the heart. I learned from that lesson he taught me. So I masterfully put out this bait and began to reap in the rewards as each and every one of my opponents fell for it. It really was this great plan. I put up this fantastic facade by pretending to be a weak willed man like Phoenix and Mark and they fell for it. Pretty funny stuff, folks. So now they’re game plan is all off. They think that I’m going into this match as this weak willed shell of a man. They’re gonna be in for quite the surprise when they’re were wrong when they were thinking that I am just like them. Unlike them, I am a man of conviction.

Michaels tries to claim that he’s more worthy of this belt because been looked over so many times before and that I’ve had my chances. But you see, Mark doesn’t actually believe that. He knows that if it was true that if he truly has been passed over that there must be reasons why like his lack of talent. He knows it isn’t true though.He said that very simply because he has failed in the build up to this match, it has been a total disaster, nobody cares and frankly, I’m the most solid person in this match. I built a tremendous company in DCW and all I want to do is make EAW great again. I don’t want our company to be taken away from us by HexaGun. The leadership we have suffered under other champions were total disasters and unlike him and Phoenix, I will not let that continue to happen.

And the thing is. My opponents will attack me for bringing up HexaGun. I’m talking about it because it is a real issue and I care about EAW and why they would have the audacity to attack me for bringing up the issues is beyond me. Only people who don’t care about this company would attack someone for bringing up the issues. I’m talking about it because it matters and I care for EAW and all the fans, unlike you two.

To conclude. As a whole in EAW, we don’t win anymore. Not just myself in regards to championships which will surely change, I promise you that much. But this company doesn’t win. This New Breed title will not only help myself get back on track but it will help this company get back on track. We don’t win anyone, Phoenix and Michaels know this but they don’t care at all. It is disgusting. I care and under my New Breed title reign I will strive to make EAW truly great again. Thank you and goodnight, folks!

(Someone from the crowd shouts out “DACHS I LOVE YOU!” Dachs turns back to the microphone at the podium and says his final words before leaving.)

Dachs: I love you too! Goodnight everyone!

(Dachs leaves the stage and the video fades to black.)

You've always been the blind follower to hide the fact that you've always been a mindless brute, and you've always found unique ways to flaunt the white sheepskin. Have you noticed the reoccurring pattern that's been the focal point of our bickering? I've seen pure defense from you, and it's not the type that plays the best offense. It's come to a point where you mind has you believing that you've been knocking at my front door, but it's always been the other way around. I haven't found a moment where you're able to pick apart my cases against you, and use it to my disadvantage. It's nonstop defense, defense, defense, and you're always making a statement to shield yourself momentarily, until the armor you wear --- begins to bruise your body. That same armor that you continue to hide within, is the same armor that's melting down to merge with your flesh. We've come to an agreement, where the brutality between us will meet no end, and it will no longer play as a lesson to the other. There's not going to be a point where one of us gets knocked down, and have the dignity left within us to stand back up. How could we? The two of us have come to terms that defeat is never the option, and that winning is the only adjective that will satisfy our needs. I'm not shy to admit... that I find it to be arguable when you declared yourself the knight that will slay the monstrous beast, or in your terms "the warrior". I don't know where you stand on the topic of honor, but clearly you've acted out of terror. Did you not? I don't know how many times you've tried to catch me off guard, and deliver a rehash of Rising Tide. What kind of champion acts out of fear? Or maybe you're right, maybe I'm misinterpreting fear for desperation, because we all become desperate at one point or another. I just find it to be unbelievable, that you pride yourself on preying off the unaware. If that's your standard for setting an example, then what becomes of your presentation when being a World Champion? Let's say you manage to get the upset win, and then what? Your presentation as a World Champion worries me, because courage makes up for being just that; a World Champion. And when you finally, FINALLY are able to shock the world, and you prove to everyone that you've always been worthy... what comes after that?

There's been nothing, NOTHING... but bold claims coming from you. I find these claims to be farfetched --- untouched? And you're saying my ego has expanded during the time I've been World Heavyweight Champion. I can make a promise right here, and I guarantee you it's one that I will not break. You will leave Reckless Wiring beaten, bloodied, and battered... you will not go unscathed. I'm going to bring the fight to you, it might be out of character for yourself, since you're always seeking out the competition. You've made many, and when I mean MANY... mistakes. What makes you think that the same mistakes you've made in previous failed opportunities, won't crossover into this same match? If you weren't able to be taught anything from the mishap you had with Lucian Black, or the underestimation you had about The Heart Break Boy --- I'd like to say that this will end with ease. I'm known for how well I'm able to adapt to any scenario or situation at the time. I was able to hone this useful skill back in the days when I was eager to get my name out there. It appears that you haven't had the honor of doing the same, because I'd go out o say that if you had; you'd be King of Elite, you'd have ended The Heart Break Boy's career, and you would have no issue with ending me where I stand. You've lived through multiple learning experiences, and it appears you have learned absolutely nothing from them. I see every career as what they should be, room to improve, and ways to educate yourself on how to be a better wrestler. What makes you a better wrestler than me? I will not resent my insult of titling you the spineless coward, because from every week after your attack --- you've portrayed the perfect coward. It was right up until the point where I forced you to get a taste of your own medicine. That's where you were then on the receiving end of the beating, and that became the point where Scott Oasis became the defensive player. You thought I was some fragile elitists, who was broken so easily. Do you not realize the struggle I've gone through in this company? I've dealt with monsters, kings, traitors, and I've overcome them all at one point or another. This will be no difference from how my approach against yourself will pan out... you're no different from anyone else, your aspirations drive you to become the insanely frenzied man that you are. And where does that lead you? To defeat --- to end your conquest empty handed, and by your own doing. It wasn't Brian Daniels who picked the losing fight, it was Scott Oasis.

YEAH! THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I FUCKING NEED! I question Cailin Dillon at every turn, and her quest to make the Specialist Championship even worth mentioning when you speak of the line of Champions in EAW today, and instead of actually responding and defending how great of a fucking job she's doing, instead of giving me an actual retort that would make me sit here and wonder how on Earth am I going to debunk her in this endless debate, she instead takes the most predictable route by listening to the criticism I've made of her boring, uninspired, mundane manner of speaking and desperate effort to make a strong point, she spins them around and makes a half-baked version of it, and throws them back at me like a damn fool which I've noticed is exactly the kind of rookie mentality that has gotten her from point A to point B with the motive to become worthy of recognition! She brings up her upbringing! She brings up her parents who clearly didn't have the guts to abort this waste of a human being! And do you know what the saddest part of this whole charade is, Cailin? Do you know what the most utterly laughable part of this verbal exchange is? That you hold the idea that this underdog-seeking-redemption garbage that has garnered the cries and sympathy of your ever-loving fans would work the same way when you spew it my direction, and I'd actually let you off the hook that easy, because of the fact that you're a horrifying mess, when the reality is that I never buy it for one second. I almost don't even want to glance your way anymore, because not one part of me cares at all about the small obstacles that you've gone through in your plain shallow existence! Not only do I not like you, but I do not respect you enough to even be in the same ring, because each and every time I see that nauseating face minutes before the bell rings, it makes my stomach turn, and I would rather punch my way through the ring mat and to the concrete floor just to not deal with you again. That's how little you mean to me, Cailin. That's why by all means, after all the times I have outmaneuvered and outsmarted you in that ring, I thank the heavens I never have to do it again, and the only reason I ever sought anyone out to participate in this match is because I can't stand this half-opened door to an opportunity that I kept on neglecting, every single time it invited me in. When I saw there's even a hint of a possibility of taking away literally the only thing that makes Cailin Dillon special, and hoisting it on my shoulder as I mock her on a daily basis with her shortcomings, all the questions just disappear from my head. No matter how tiresome it's become, I just stop questioning it, I just stop fighting it because this situation, this match, it gives me the opportunity to give some well-deserved prestige to the Specialist Championship that others can't.

Eris was never unbeatable, the same way I'm not unbeatable, and that first and foremost is what I've taught her after she aligned herself with me. Sometimes things come together. Sometimes things fall apart. But no matter what, you have to try to secure your place and keep your throne when necessary. What people see as weakness, to us is working toward improvement. Any flaw you may see in our skin, we see as scars we take pride in wearing because it's what reminds us of what we've gone through in order to reach success time and time again. It's what taught us that defeat happens but is only temporary, and what lesson, admittedly, I've had to relearn is that a loss is no reason to walk away and admit that you're less than what you believe you are. I think, therefore I am. I'm the best no matter what anybody else thinks because I take the right direction, I deliver by any means necessary to prove that it's a fact. If there's a face in the crowd with the guts to tell me I'm wrong, I simply bash his head in, and walk off with poise like everyone sees me doing, because the fact is what I want it to be. Not to dwell on the past, but how did you think I became a three-time Vixens Champion? I bide my time and go after the kill when nobody expects it. I defeated Eve in the final match of the best of five series at the 2009 Grand Rampage a month after I first participated as a Vixen, I was a fresh face nobody thought could be good enough for the Vixens Championship, but I did it. I defeated five other Vixens in the scrambles match at Pain 4 Pride when all eyes were on Kendra Shamez, again a month after my return. She was the interim Champion, there were few seconds left on the clock, and she decided to add insult to injury by targeting me with a fucking Bitch Treatment, but I deceived her and walked out the victor, while she was left in the ring wishing she didn't do something so reckless. Those are just two of many instances where I showed my opportunistic side and resorted to vile tactics and extreme measures, and rose up to victory when nobody saw it coming. I'd tell you more of the PRESENT where I practically tamed fire-breathing dragons and took down lions in the wild who thought of me as prey, I can tell you about how I faced these strippers today who have "EAW Vixen" on their resume for some reason, who settle for participation trophies, consolation prizes and empress crowns that don't mean shit after you've failed to cash it in, but I simply don't believe it's necessary to explain them to you because you were here for most, if not all of it. I have succeeded in pursuing my goals no matter the time, the date and the place! Past, present or future. Extremists, elitists, or Vixens, it doesnt matter! So fucking excuse me for belittling your lone ability to defeat Haruna Sakazaki, but any "opportunistic moment" you achieved, I already made myself famous off of long before you arrived! I apologize for acting like you've been here only weeks, but you can't expect me to think differently when you've never even changed, never improved, and just remained stagnant, still acting like a goddamn rookie! It's not even what I've accomplished that's urged me to tell these tales, Cailin. I didn't do it to flaunt my credentials, every trophy, every great moment to pour salt on your failures and abominations today to serve as a shining example. I tell them so you know exactly how I operate. I am the mixture of strength and creativity, and I know how to fight my battles, whether tagging with my teammates or focusing on my own. I am a sadistic snake who would do anything just to get her way. I adapt to change very quick, and there's not a single doubt or regret you'll see in my face once you come across me. Once I take away the Specialist Title and present myself as its holder, rest assured, I will exercise my power, test its limitations and broaden the horizon instead of just picking random matches like a blind fool.  I am going to use it for what it truly is for, and I guarantee that once you see how great I've handled the Championship, it will make you look like that incompetent little bitch who used to hold the same title in a matter of months. I will raise it high in the air and let everyone know that from this day forth, the matches that will take place will be all about violence and animosity, and I'm going to make sure that these vixens who make the mistake of trying to take it away from me will have their bones broken and skull craked open first before they even get the chance to hold it. That is my vision. That is my goal. You may let yourself believe that I don't know anything about being the Specialist Champion, but what you haven't realized is I've been calling the shots before this title was even invented. 

I've said this many times in the past and I'll say it again -- any misunderstanding, any misinterpretation on your part is not for me to answer. I've already stated my piece and any confusion you have, I don't believe it's my obligation to tend to your incoherence. What you see is what you fucking get. I'm sorry that you're so much of a dimwit that you feel the need to speak negatively of things that your peabrain doesn't understand. I'm sorry that your equally idiotic parents had to raise such a spineless, snot-faced disgrace of a woman who couldn't even count from 1 to 10 if she tried! I'm sorry that you actually think you rose to prominence through pure ability and expect me to believe that you know what the word "prominent" even means. I know the drill, you're going to fire back "ha, another vixen calling me stupid! Haven't heard that one before!" Well, Cailin, maybe the reason you've heard it so many times before is because the rest of the vixens actually have enough sense to acknowledge that you're just a plain fucking idiot. In my eyes, the only thing that you've done is show the world that being a mediocre performer is completely acceptable, that not taking risks and staying in your comfort zone is a trend other women should aspire to follow. You're the reason why kids grow up working at McDonald's as a cashier or a fry cook instead of prioritizing their education and pursuing college, because according to Cailin Dillon, it's completely okay to be content with what life hands you! It makes you a fucking champ if you rely on your limited knowledge on subjects, and yet you dare speak so much of it anyway like a mindless oaf! It's completely okay to point out how much you don't kiss ass, but THE MOMENT people like James Shields, or Ashten Cross tell you what you have to do for them, you comply in no time no matter how risky it is and how HUMILIATING it would be for you in the end, in hopes that it would get you in a better position from where you are now, just as the rest of Team Cross has done but failed miserably at. Do you honestly think hearsays don't get to me, Cailin? Do you honestly think your brown-nosing towards the management and the way you snoop around for other people's belongings in the hallways aren't the topic of many of the wrestlers' discussions? If you think Haruna's constant act of self-pitying and Cloud Matsuda's tryhard attitude is bad, wait 'til you see this two-faced cunt in Cailin Dillon who needs to leech off others to keep herself interesting and to keep her career going! This is something that irks me to the core but I've kept quiet on for the longest time, certainly I'll never grow to tolerate it. You can hold on to your precious title like a child for now, you can suddenly throw around f-bombs allowing the viewers to confirm that I've gotten in your head, but you will never stop me from speaking the truth on the matter and exposing you for the joke you are. 

Keep the clock ticking.

Keep the hand moving. 

Make every second count from this moment until Saturday. Take a look at your belt one last time. Feel it on your fingertips. Breathe it in. Embrace it as many times as you can. Because this Saturday, I am going to fucking disinfect it of your slime and filth and bring some prestige to a title you haven't done anything for.

How do people think usurpers come into power? By twiddling their thumbs around and exchanging pleasantries with monarchs? No, they sacrifice themselves and take a risk for the greater good of all people, chancing everything on a sliver of opportunity that opens and closes in an instant. So many people foolishly drop all of their eggs in one basket and decide that if they can't succeed on the righteous path, they'd rather not take the road less traveled by. The straight and narrow path is perceived as virtuous even in defeat, it inspires the adulation of these fans that are unable to comprehend the grey areas of an otherwise black and white world, but the reality of victory is far messier, far bloodier, than the comforting fiction parents read their children in the form of nightly bedtime stories. You don't come into authority in Extreme Answers Wrestling by extolling peace and shunning violence, or following bleeding-heart ideals under the pretext of their "nobility" and "morality." You dislodge your mighty sword from its sheath and remorselessly behead your oppressor without a second thought -- or you'll wind up getting your head cut off instead. You can be a victim to another King's royalty and have your severed head displayed on a pike by the regime you decried, or you can rise up against what's disempowering you without hesitation and avoid becoming another casualty. I refuse to allow myself to become a trophy for someone else's dominance, I refuse to allow myself to be a pawn in someone else's game, I refuse to allow someone like Mr. DEDEDE to use me as an example against future challengers of what happens when you oppose him; I'll turn others into an example, I'll never become one. But the fact of the matter is that to accomplish greatness, you have to face the criticism and march atop a flood of corpses ignoring all of it. So it doesn't really matter if what you're doing is considered illegal or amoral, to kill that King and reform the system requires commitment in spite of thanklessness and I'm still willing to accept that burden while the mutineer, Mr. DEDEDE, has shamefully abandoned it. He's been left disillusioned and disenchanted by the fact that whenever he was fighting for extreme, whenever he attempted to save this company, nobody thanked him for his efforts. No "praise Mr. DEDEDE for helping EAW stay afloat!", no "everyone would be lost without DEDEDE's guidance!", and it's sad that he's choosing to stay ignorant entirely of his own volition all because the people didn't sing his praises; he's more interested in gaining their approval than keeping the sanctity of EAW's foundation intact. Meanwhile, this community of backwards-thinking ingrates has ostracized me, spat on me, done whatever they possibly could to smear the name "Y2Impact" with convenient half-truths about everything from my motives to my championship reigns, and even stooped to the sick and twisted tactic of insulting the Heart Break Gal all because they wanted to elicit a reaction from me. My detractors, like Mr. DEDEDE, hanker for recognition that I'm no longer giving them. Two years ago in the build-up to the first Match of the Universe, I was approaching everything differently and it cost me my pride and embarrassed me in front of my hometown audience. But since then, I've evolved from a mere man confined within a tiny little space to a Machine whose surroundings are as vast as his vision is clear; and this isn't just a nickname or a slogan designed to sell merchandise and advertise tickets, but an evolution that has singlehandedly changed the complexion of my career, and there's no greater example of that than this past Voltage. Hell, DEDEDE's rambling about how he defeated me at my peak in 2011, but as far as I'm concerned I hadn't even scratched the surface of my potential in 2013, and I proved it on Voltage when I not only managed to escape an attack I undoubtedly would have succumbed to two or three years ago, I ended up gaining the upper-hand and connecting with The Evisceration! Two years ago I couldn't have done that against a surprise attack, I'll admit it! Now I'm stopping the Answers World Champion's Spear and controlling what he thinks is his turf in the prime of his legendary career, and he can't muster a single goddamn counterattack because now I'm on the offensive and he's pummeled in the corner! The best DEDEDE can do is raise his forearms defensively and hope I don't draw blood with my metallic fists, but make no mistake about it, people! This Saturday isn't a Pain for Pride 6 redux, because I'm not trapped in the ring with God, Mr. DEDEDE is trapped inside that ring with THE MACHINE!

Now I could knock myself a few pegs down on the intellectual hierarchy and address yet another pathetic attempt by Mr. DEDEDE to undermine what Hexa-gun is doing by claiming Y2Impact is just in it for himself, that I'm not comfortable under any other rule, but the fact of the matter is I haven't lied to anyone so there's nothing to rectify here. I've been consistent throughout. I don't need to defend myself or explain my rationale; the people that have decided they're against me are intransigent, and it's fine by me, they're entitled to their wrong opinions, everyone is, but the fact of the matter is that I've already achieved success for years on end. I have nothing to prove to anyone who says otherwise because history is my reference, and you can revise the narrative, but you can't recreate the record books! I've sold out house shows and gone on massive tours throughout my career and headlined those events. I've earned paychecks with more 0's than a J.D. Damon or a Mexican Samurai will see in an entire lifetime! Every era that I've competed in, I've succeeded in. Even when I was injured in 2014 I was still outperforming the majority of the roster! But I left because I have pride and I knew the level I was wrestling at was lower than the standard I'd set for myself, my honor wouldn't allow me to do anything else, and my honor certainly wouldn't allow me to sit idly by and let EAW become a parody of what it once was while I rest on my laurels and have my pockets lined by people whose views and dreams for EAW I couldn't disagree more with. By the time Zack Crash fired me as the General Manager of Voltage in May of last year, it was too late, the seeds for my renaissance had already been planted; and just like Mr. DEDEDE writing me off at Reckless Wiring and brushing me to the side claiming he wouldn't accept a challenge he knew he couldn't overcome, at that point Crash's fate was sealed. Mr. DEDEDE has already drifted off from saying he's dominated me in every single match from Reckless Wiring to present, now it's simply "you have a losing record." He's right, over the course of history I have a losing record against Mr. DEDEDE. There's no dispute. But the subtlety of his phrasing is obvious, he already knows just from the conviction in my speech that any match previous between us has no bearing on the outcome of the sequel at Reckless Wiring. You'll never catch me enslaving myself to the past and rewinding losses from seven years ago in my mind that aren't the slightest bit relevant to today's world; if DEDEDE's suckered himself so deep into that pool of vanity, I'll gladly let him drown in it -- and I'll laugh watching him become a victim to his own foregone conclusions and presumptuousness.

But the legend of DEDEDE vs. Y2Impact and the backtracking and the loopholes and the sour grapes traces a lot further back than everyone thinks! In fact, this clash of titans is biblical. DEDEDE has transitioned from selfless savior of the masses justly patrolling EAW's halls at every corner with a banishing staff in the palm of hand with which the unwanted were expelled, to this God transformation where he chides others for all of the sins he himself has committed. DEDEDE occupies the role of Cain, and EAW is Abel, and these tensions finally reached their boiling point because DEDEDE was robbed of all the attention he felt he deserved that was being deflected off of him and onto EAW's plate. He fancies himself the founding father, the creator, above CM Banks, Mak, and whoever else rose to prominence in this industry as one of his peers. You call me a turncoat, yet you openly and proudly speak about how you've blatantly betrayed EAW, making these schoolyard excuses for not partaking in the battle to decide the fate of this company at Road to Redemption about how you're not EAW's watchful protector and whatever else you can bloviate, and now you, the people who the audience still obliviously admire and place their confidence in, are driven and propelled purely by your own avarice. You weren't getting any of the credit for EAW toppling over all the would-be despots and dictators that threatened to destroy this company, so instead of fighting against whatever ailed this company, in your infinite wisdom you decided it'd be best to weather whatever storm was cast over the business no matter how dark the cloud. You left the company to fend for itself and pursued your own individual exploits devoid of any collective cause. You gave one last pitiful effort at Territorial Invasion, and maybe that was the nail in your coffin, the crossroads you reached that inspired you to focus all of that attention you once put in saving the company to yourself and your own endeavors. Remember who was responsible for that and who forced your decision before you enter that ring on Saturday night, because the second you forget and that bell rings, I WILL REMIND YOU!

Yet I am still fighting for supreme control of the company, still yearning to recreate this business in my image, not because I'm selfish and intend to formulate the rules to an environment I know I can succeed in, but because I still care about the company and its future. I've beaten World Champions and taken everyone else I've faced since returning, even those I've narrowly lost to, to their absolute limit and beyond; I have no ulterior motive. Even those that aren't in Hexa-gun, even the fans who have ignorantly commended and complimented elite and contributed to its completely unnecessary and unfounded glorification, I'm flying the flag for the people who are too inept and incompetent do it themselves. In fact, dare I say that since you've abandoned fighting for EAW and completely removed yourself from challenging authority because you're an attention-starved, glory-craving caricature of a God that can't deal with the thankless lack of recognition that comes with the job title, I'm even marching for you; I'm marching on the road you no longer travel because you tripped a few times. I'm fighting the fight you can no longer fight yourself. I've chosen to be devoted to a cause and you've chosen to forever cement your immortal position in history as a traitor; and yet I've realized that despite that, the only way to stop you from calling me a turncoat is to wire your goddamn mouth shut. If that's what it takes to win the Answers World Championship and become the unquestioned leader of EAW who forms the next generation into being, then I expect nothing less from myself. You're so mentally fragile and weak that you NEED an alter ego to tap into at a moment's notice to give yourself that extra bit of confidence you need to retain your championship and beat your enemies; but from this moment forward, 24/7, every single day, 365 days of the year, I'm The Machine. You think my programming can't identity you, that I'm confused and flummoxed because I don't recognize Mr. DEDEDE and that's going to be my downfall, but the truth couldn't be more different. I proved that on Voltage when I hit you with The Evisceration and shipped you off with a one-way ticket back down to humanity. Test you not? I've already beaten you! I tested you and you FAILED! I exposed you for the fraud you are on Voltage in front of thousands in attendance and millions sitting in front of their televisions! And the thing is, DEDEDE, Voltage was just the tip of the iceberg! I have an endless artillery of weapons, and at Reckless Wiring just when you stop second-guessing yourself and you're certain beyond any shadow of a doubt when you knock down my right shoulder and have me pinned, I'll retaliate and rise with the left. I'll bring the pain, you keep the vaseline nearby, because I promise you're going to need it when I'm finished beating all the God out of you and returning you to mortality.

You don’t get it, do you Brian?

I’m not an idiot. You’re confusing the concept of a warrior with the foolish ideals of a mindless brute. You honestly think that this is only about me stepping up to face the dragon, that I don’t care about the aftermath or what’s to become of me following the battle? You are talking as if my plan will just stop once I get you in the ring alone with me. Thoughts like those are far from the truth. You’re underestimating me and my cause and that will be your undoing. Yes you were right in saying that I am looking to make a statement and yes I did say that I was willing to push myself to the point of death in order to defeat you, but there is more to it than that. I do care about the end game. I want to beat you. I want to END you in fact, but I want to live to tell about it. I want it to be a warning to everyone, to set a precedent that will do away with people like you. I am going to have the reign you didn’t have ; I am going to improve upon the level you set and better EAW.  My goals aren’t going to stop once I win the championship, they are only just beginning. Once I am at the top of the mountain I plan to shout from above and use the voice that the World Heavyweight title gives me to send shockwaves throughout the entire company.

Those things that I said, they are nearly a state of mind, a mentality you must possess in order to be able to step foot in that ring for a championship match. You have to be willing to go that extra step, to push yourself even further because when that tank of yours has been run dry and you’re going on empty that’s the only way you can continue. It is an instinct only a few have. It’s what separates the men from the boys ; the true champions from the pretenders, not a way to categorize a man as some sort of joke. Fight like you’re in someone else’s body is what I say. Moments like these don’t come around often and after everything that has been said and done I got nothing left to lose at this point. What I was trying to get you to understand was that there is nothing I won’t do to obtain the championship, that I am not afraid of anything, including you because I’m prepared to do far worse to my own being if it meant doing away with your reign. The thing is though, while I’m ready and willing to “die”, I won’t be having to worry about that. The willingness alone, having that passion ; the passion that guys like you, Brian Daniels, would never have will be what helps me get the win. People that have come before me, men like Jaywalker, The Heart Break Boy and Tyler Parker, men that you have beaten, while they may be good they fought for the wrong reasons. Out of ego. Out of wanting to show how good they are. It was merely a showing for them, for me it is not. For me it is my career being put on the line. That is why it is do or die, that is why I can not afford to make a mistake and must come in with absolute focus, with the need to win through any means. Those Elitists on your list, they weren’t ready to make those sacrifices. While these sacrifices may seem reckless to some, it is through the kind of unpredictability and danger that it produces that I am able to match the power of the dragonborn. It is how I am able to join you in this upper echelon of in ring talent,  that allows me to stand up and touch those who the EAW faithful believe to be untouchable. It is also why I plan on leaving the ring without a scratch on me.

You heard me. I plan on leaving the ring without any damage done. I am not going to have to draw an excess energy from the tank. You aren’t going to hurt me or force me to exert myself to such levels. I can do away with you with much more ease than that after all of these months of training and waiting for this moment. I am a great Elitist, one who does not need to “hide the dirt under the rug” because there is no dirt to hide. Out of everything I’ve done, there is not anything to not be proud of. How was my work on Showdown and Voltage not excellent? I was one of the most consistent competitors there was on Showdown, the glue that helped hold the brand together and on Voltage there was a trail of Pay Per View main events left behind from my run there. Oh but of course you will bring up Zack Crash as if every bump of the road that came with his run as Chairman had me tagging along with him. You are truly doing your best and pulling anything out of your ass to muddy my name. I would call our alliance more of a success than a failure. At the end of the day I got a lot out of my time with him. I got exposure, I got to headline one of EAW's big five, I learned to take what was mine! I got to showcase to the world that I was ready while I rubbed elbows with some of the best and was given the opportunity to BEAT the best. One of those guys being Lucian Black who you argued as being one of those people I tried to hide underneath my rug. I have no problem admitting that he would go on to beat me down the line in the Dynasty finals of the King of the Elite tournament. But I will also have no problem bringing up the fact that he got by off the skin of his teeth. He barely won that night, I beat on him through the entirety of the match and was "this" close to defeating him as I ran to deliver the Relapse punt kick. That was a mistake though, giving him that much distance, and that much time. It was a miscalculation on my part by giving him such an opening and he was able to capitalize on it. It can easily be said had I not afforded him said opening though, it would be a different story. That I would have advanced to the finals. I had already defeated him before and that night was nearly a repeat of that, stating facts isn’t hiding anything, it’s just making clarifications so jackasses like you don’t come at me making stupid comments, a precaution that would be for naught it seems since you still went and came after me with such claims.

Then of course you brought up my match with HBB. A match which somehow revealed me as a coward? By calling out a revered legend with a record not many others hold? Going through with the match and making him work like he hasn’t before? I made the effort to make the match and when the 19th rolled around, I showed up and gave it my all. I did what was expected of me and fought when advertised…..something that a certain individual hasn’t always done in the past, which is why I question where you get off of calling me such a thing? Or how you can tell me about crying and moaning after your temper tantrum about how much you worked to earn your spot. You’re falling apart to the point that you’re starting to become incoherent. Everything you have against me either does not makes sense or is hypocritical. You’re getting nervous so you’re looking to find any kink in my armor, failing to realize there aren’t any. All of those losses, every issue in my career and every hour I spent working to this, it’s what got me to this stage. Every flaw that led to my failures, I was able to recognize them and then rid myself of them. You make fun of me for not doing anything noteworthy in your opinion up to this point, but you weren’t exactly setting the world on fire before you originally hit the main event scene. You came out of nowhere and won your first world title. Nobody saw it coming. I can do the same. Wouldn’t it be ironic if I were to do exactly what you did and unexpectedly beat you? If I turned the wrestling world on it’s head and stood over you a second time, reminding you that I have indeed done that before? I do need a memorable moment, and that would be just it. Putting you in your place, ending the longest World Championship reign in professional wrestling history, that will be an image that holds forever, that will put my name in the history books. I know I can’t speak this boldly without meeting those demands, at this point it’s put up or shut up, and I don’t plan on being shut up any time soon. This isn’t another bump in the road, this is where I reach my destination. I will succeed this time, Reckless Wiring will be the night I become World Champion!

I promise that come Saturday I will put out the flames, and then there will be nothing left in front of me but a target to run down with a single kick to the skull.