It's not easy to find success in bouncing off a loss, let alone a loss so deeply etched into the history books as the one that I had the utmost misfortune of encountering at Fighting Spirit. 
 
Trust me, I would know.
 
Several days may have passed since the bell tolled in the end of that fateful occasion, but many still place the blame of Hexa-Gun seizing control that night upon MY shoulders. An argument that seeks support out of its own self-imposed irony, I guess. Sure, technicalities may argue that I wasn’t the one who got his shoulders pinned in order for Hexa-Gun to attain their victory, but it still didn’t stop the naysayers from mustering up theories of what could’ve and would’ve transpired had I kept a spare pair of eyes adhered to the back of my skull. While it goes without saying that I am not the most educated person around, I believe I’ve passed enough classes in my time to recognize how physically impossible it is allocating my attention onto 6 different individuals at once. It was daunting enough to cut through the parade of people tryna’ murder each other just so I could plant Y2Impact with a Faithful Eighty Nine, but no. You see, a certain masked ape lurking in the backyard sniffed out the danger at hand and decided to up the ante even more. Hence why, I’m the condemned.
 
Was it frustrating? Yeah.
 
Did it make me want to gouge Luzmala’s eyes out? Absolutely.
 
Was it surprising? HELL. NO.
 
It was a concrete proof of what Hexa-Gun’s all about. Their ends justify the means. At this stage, acknowledging their agenda or refusing it all together doesn’t draw them much interest; not when they’ve got a thumb on the pulse of an entire brand. Dwelling on the matter now when the talks about it should’ve met the fate of the “Elite” moniker for Voltage at Fighting Spirit is just as fruitless. That right there is the reason why I never quite expanded on the point of Team Cross losing. Instead, I chose to pursue what lied ahead. Fighting Spirit may have left a foul taste in my mouth that will take a while to brush off, but my focus, my drive; they remain untouched. If anything, they were further solidified that Sunday night. Case in point, this past Voltage. Let’s just say that on the first edition of the show under Hexa-Gun authority, what was once wishful thinking for most fans and peers alike became a savory reality.
 
For far too long has one JD Damon carried himself around like a goddamn— well, GOD. I guess it’s understandable though, for such a foolish mind to grasp that cause when it’s the easiest one to draw out. I won’t stand here and deny the man his talent; I studied the tapes. Hell, I watched the guy perform up close and in person several times before. So yeah, I can testify to how good Damon is. But I won’t, simply because he has more than enough proof as it is in him not only holding the Pure title, but holding it for a plausibly long time at that as well. Howbeit, I will admit; you won’t catch a smile crossing my face when I go about stating those facts. Not because I’m consumed by some sorta’ professional bitterness, jealousy or whatever sports analytics call it these days; it’s because of how poorly JD Damon is currently making use of those accolades. It’s not a difficult riddle to pick apart, really; hot on the heels of a win in the match dubbed as “The Show Stealer” of Fighting Spirit against Kenny Drake, the only sensical approach one ought to follow afterwards is maintaining that work ethic and implementing it in more challenges of the same kind. But, I guess the term sense doesn’t translate to anything worth salvaging in the dictionary of Mister “Purist”. If it did, JD wouldn’t belittle his stature on the roster to a course of complacency. He wouldn’t make do with what little glory left from his past achievements. He sure as hell wouldn’t settle for a couple of victories over, no offense, but mere raw fish thrown to him on his way to becoming the longest reigning Pure Champion in history. However sadly, Damon managed to strike all of the above off his list as soon as his name got carved into that championship belt. I tried warning him. When he was neck deep in post-victory celebrations at Fighting Spirit, I tried pulling his head out of the gutter and verbally stomp some reality into it. Then again, I’m not a Winston Churchill. Thus, debating with someone as thick-skulled as JD Damon was bound to be a field that I failed in, and I did. Fast-forward a week after, and I’m granted the opportunity to practice that same concept but on a platform that I’m more familiar to, if you will; I got the chance to STOMP some sense into JD Damon, LITERALLY! Just like most experiments of similar nature, I excelled at accomplishing that. Now, JD sports the quivering stance of a wronged man who could’ve been well on his way to become both Pure and Answers World champion; had he been smart enough to put an end to that self-absorbed demeanor of his. I on the other hand, march a step closer towards capturing the coveted title that Mr. DEDEDE currently stares a hole through before going to sleep every night.
 
The Gold Rush tournament ushers in a shot that is – much like the name brilliantly suggests - molded from gold, but a once in a life time shot at that as it will only be available for ONE Elitists out of Voltage’s 8 most prominent prospects. Wrestling for a World title is the dream of many, the hope of a few and the chance of a meager minority. To gain the ability of saying that I belong in said minority, at a stage so young in my career, is a story-telling example of just how far and deep Carson Ramsay has clawed his nails into the cemented land of Elite Answers Wrestling. It’s funny now though, looking back at the days when I was an absolute x thrown around the match cards like a light roll of hay with men like Nick Angel, and recognizing that in mere days I’m fighting Nick for the opportunity to be referred to as the number one contender to the Answers World title. Nevertheless, while the matters coming full circle may sound special on the pages of some Cinderella-rip-off novel, the huge span of difference between the routes that Angel and I chose out of our respective desires to advance in the tournament remains to be discussed. You see, while I do hate to break down a chain of comparisons here, I almost feel obliged to note how Angel resorted to a rule-twisting scheme in order to beat his opposition last Sunday night while I was content fulfilling that same outcome the old fashion way. The fact that one has to stoop so, so low to LOWBLOW his opponent so the former can relish in triumph can tell you a whole lot about him as an Elitist well as a person. Reason why it was a given that, contrary to most reactions, I wasn’t surprised in the slightest by the shortcut Nick Angel forged from the puddle of desperation that has consumed him as both an ELITIST AND as a PERSON for the longest while. If you’re faced with any difficulty comprehending the man’s motives, just put yourself in his shoes; countless years in the business adorned by just as many comebacks and repetitive chances at a formidable resume yet STILL, you’re just as irrelevant and extraneous as you were the first time you walked into this company. Wouldn’t that sting your self-esteem and shake your confidence to its core? Wouldn’t that ignite a fire inside that ultimately compels you to put every shortcoming to rest and embark on a new quest that seeks to make use of any given occasion REGARDLESS of how you do it? We’re all a sour mix of flesh and bones, people. We all have limits and Nick clearly crossed his a long time ago. My few seconds of sympathy are yours to soak in now, Nick. I mean, that’s all you crave right? Acknowledgement? People not stuttering when they spell out your name? It must be, for all the jealousy you’ve poured my way lately. I saw that little “press conference” of yours earlier this week, and even a bird’s eye view was enough for me to conclude just how caustic and downright BITTER you’ve become since the last time we met. Questioning Ashten Cross’ logic in handpicking me to represent Voltage in the warfare against Hexa-Gun when every last piece of that puzzle is mere ink on paper now? Is that what you’re all about nowadays Nick, clinging to what might have been and spitting in the plates of those who were kinda’ more worthy than you – at least in the eyes that matter most - to be awarded such time under the dim ceiling lights? And to think I thought that I couldn’t pity you more when you were crying about how everyone left you in the shuffle of Shock Value last year to care for what lied in wait for me next. I’m beginning to think that this amped up jealousy is therapeutic to an odd extent. If that is indeed the case then by all means, carry down that same path; perhaps at the end of it, you’ll realize the essence of your constant failures to be a recognizable face worth having on posters. Then again, much like most of your career, that’s the case of a BIG “if”.
 
Being the generous man that I am on a good, sunny day, I’ll let you in on one of the many and I do mean MANY reasons why authority figures refrain from considering you an eligible representative of them; you bitch a lot, Nick. When things don’t go your way, all you’re expected to do is complain about it. Not try to assess the situation in hopes of withdrawing what truly is to blame for such misstep, BY GOD NO! In the planet of this ape, everyone that does not go by the name of Nick Angel IS to blame for everything going south for— YOU GUESSED IT, NICK ANGEL! Now, I know what you think; “Bu-but Carson, everyone bitches at some point in their life right? Let alone utter waste of space like Nick Angel.” and I totally agree with that. Here’s the fascinating distinction between Nick’s bitching and women sobbing over their husbands not being able to please them on national television; Nick bitches even when things DO go his way.
 
Confused yet? Take a couple of seconds to fan yourself some fresh air.

‘You done? Alright then, buckle up.
 
Let us all firstly not sleep on the fact that Angel has been fed quite the full spoon of chances at carrying championship gold in his rather long stint; all of which he failed at capitalizing on, of course. Hell, I remember Nick weaseling his way to a win against me a couple of months ago to face Devan Dubain for the Answers World title. All of those opportunities could’ve molded ANYONE into at least a player of the main event caliber, but all they’ve ever done for Nick Angel is fuel his urge to bitch about the system  and how some higher-ups formed a conspiracy against him and his “imminent” rise in the ranks. The Gold Rush tournament is just another chance spoon-fed to the guy. It’s not like he’s earned it by any stretch of the imagination, unless losing to someone who’s barely been around long enough to share a locker room with El Landerson is the Nick Angel approved way of earning shit nowadays. Regardless, no matter how much you want to continue on this ridiculous spree of gripes about why you weren’t chosen in this and why you weren’t mentioned in that, no matter how much you try to kiss up to Hexa-Gun now that they’re in control, the fact remains that come Sunday, none of it will matter. This Sunday, I’m granted yet another platform to literally stomp some sense into another one of them deluded minds corrupting the environment. It began with hardly the middle of the food chain, now I’m sadly forced to give the bottom of it a visit and teach Nick Angel a lesson that’s been long overdue. You want something to rightfully bitch about? How does “Carson Ramsay beats the living hell out of Nick Angel both advancing in the Gold Rush tournament and rendering the latter’s odds of being relevant nonexistent..Again.” sound for a headline? It’s pretty long but I’m sure we can work our way around it.

Berretta, I have checked your background as well, and I personally found you as an interesting individual. I didn’t brag on about my winning againts Ryan Davis on Battleground, but you hit the nail on the head. I won my EAW debut indeed. You on another hand still trying to make it a big time. We both haven’t make a big impact here, so I guess one winning is all I need to be considered as the same level as yours and Ryan Young’s? Thanks for the compliment, you are really a nice person.

You got a point when you mentioned Battleground has turned into an open challenge show. Some dummies I know doesn’t have the passion for wrestling. They either try to take an extra money or want to avenge their previous lost just like you said. I’m different though. When the management told me that I have to wrestled Ryan Davis in an ordinary match with no extra money I just nod and walking to the square ring with a smile. Do you know why? Because I felt so happy to make my EAW debut. I finally can show to anyone that I’m a wrestler. I finally can see how enthusiastic the fans really are to see a wrestling match. That’s why I’m planning to win this match cleanly and not just kicking asses like you want to do. If you really want to show you are the best all you need to do is step up and quit complaining about how you get booked “Cryin”Berretta. You have the opportunity to prove yourself againts me and Terry Chambers this week. The thing is, I won’t let you or Ryan Young get the best of me.

I know you are on the poll for the New Breed Championship at Reckless Wiring, congratulations. But you even questioned yourself if it is really matter. I mean, you mentioned Hamua Koa hasn’t talked for months and yet he is even on the same poll with you? He might be someone who likes to keep his mouth shut and just do his things in the ring. Doesn’t matter if Koa is good or bad in the ring, it’s still better than just complaining like you do. Oh and don’t call the fans idiots, they just want to watch a good match dummy, so if your not choosen it means you suck. Therefore, I have said it before and I’ll say it again: step up!

I might be wrong when I say your not better than Kenny Drake and Lucas Johnson. How silly I am. But despite they have bad weeks recently I don’t find them as whiners. They are willing to work hard. They want to redeem theirself without questioning the management’s descision. That’s why they get a plus in my eyes.

And Berretta, I hope you are prepared enough to face me and Terry Chambers this week on Voltage. Because it’s time for you to learn some respect.

]The following scene starts with a young man sitting in a comfortable maroon colored chair next to a fire place. He is reading a book and licks his index finger before turning the page and let's out a small chuckle. He has his left leg resting horizontally on his right knee. He is wearing all black clothing and has reading glasses. He grabs the bookmark off the table next to him and places it in the book before closing it. Next he takes his glasses off and clips them to his shirt. He glances at the book once more before looking directly at the camera.]

“I've always been told to not judge a book by its cover. My teachers or parents or peers would give me a stern talking to about giving people the benefit of the doubt! The only problem with that is they do not deserve a chance at redemption. You have to call it like you see it. This is a black and white world after all, there is no room for grey! For example if I see some idiot run into a glass door on the street, I'm not going to think you know what? Maybe he's smart! Maybe he's actually self-aware! Or if I see some whore, doing the walk of shame on a cool breezy Sunday afternoon, should I say you know what? Maybe she's a good girl with morals and values! She could be a child of God! She definitely isn't trying to fill a void by sleeping with strangers! No, that guy is an idiot and that woman is a whore. You may be wondering to yourself who is this guy? Why did he ride into EAW on such a high horse? You must have flaws as well! Except I don't. My name is Christian Locke. Write that name down for now, whether it is with your phone or hey, go the old fashioned way and get a piece of paper and pen out. Write it down because this is the last time you will be unsure of who I am. I also know that this is the last time that what I have to say, which is always important by the way, may fall on deaf ears. For future reference you will never have to take my words with a grain of salt. I will always unveil it all!” 

“As I was saying I know how this place works. In fact I know how every wrestling company works. I know how the newcomers are treated. They are treated like a dime a dozen. So many promising talents walk through EAW’s doors and they leave soon thereafter. They tell the world that they will be a difference maker! The real game changer! Then they fail! Or they struggle to even appear on one of the four weekly shows. Those men and women that have failed before me, not just in EAW might I add but in every damn wrestling company in the world, they are often told that they have potential! I’ve had that word stamped on my forehead before too. To be honest I hate the word potential. What the definition of potential to me is when describing a wrestler, it means they usually suck at the moment but with years of training, they can maybe become good one day. I may be a young man but I don’t want to be described as the future. That insinuates that I will have to wait my turn! That I'll have to pay my dues! I’VE ALREADY PAID MY DUES! I am the present. I am the man that will make it big. I am the man that will be closing shows on Voltage soon enough. Which reminds me, Voltage you just hit the lottery. You just acquired your Michael Jordan, your Kevin Durant while the other brands will have to settle for the Sam Bowie’s and Greg Oden’s of the world.”

]Christian looks at the book again before tossing it into the fire and watches it burn for a few seconds before he resumes.] 

“Like I said I usually judge a book by its cover. Look at me for instance. I'm not big. I'm around 180 pounds soaking wet. I do not have the muscles to overpower my opponents which I am actually happy with because to be honest I’d rather beat my opponents with my speed and stamina – and oh yeah, my intelligence as well. Making my opponents look stupid in the ring is what I do for a living. I already know that every week, my future opponent will bring up my size and they'll say something lame, something like I will squash you like a bug, Christian! Maybe that will eventually happen. Maybe I'll come across somebody who is better than me for that week. Maybe I'll face a guy who 99 times out of 100 I would leave him drowning in a pool of his own blood but for that particular match they pulled off the 1%. Every dog has its day after all.”

“I am a truth seeker. When I look at the men and women that are currently under EAW contract, I see so many phonies. So many people masking their true identities and for what? Why can't they just be themselves? Oh right because this is a popularity contest! I don't want to name names because I am trying to be on my best behavior this evening but I see so many of your heroes say things they do not mean. It's all an act. Call me a human lie detector if you want. Those heroes will break your hearts soon. They'll turn on you! They'll say they've been using you for this entire time. You see I won't lead you on. I won't break your hearts because I'll be too busy breaking the bones of my opponent. I am just clearing this up now because I know you'll want to get behind me. I'm a little guy so that automatically makes me an underdog right? Everybody loves an underdog story! Except I am no underdog! And I know you'll fall in love with my move set. They are all just so jaw dropping! Which reminds me, people always ask me why did I name one of my most famous moves The Adele? It's simple, when the fat lady sings, it's over. There, there is your explanation! So I'm not here to make friends. If somebody wants to force me into a tag team just know that I'll be using you and I will turn on you immediately. Like I said I am not going to be someone I’m not just because I want to push merchandise sales or want my action figure to be number one on the EAWShop site. Hate me! Boo me! Love me! Cheer me! It doesn't matter one way or another. I just cannot wait! My journey starts soon, a journey that leads to dominance with many casualties along the way and just know – you were all warned. I will not be held responsible for the blood on my hands. It's your fault.”

]Christian stands up and takes a bow before the camera fades away.]

It's been a few weeks since Reasonable Doubt, and here's what I've done with Carlos Rosso since then: I went to a bar with him. That's it. I went to a damn bar with him. I'VE LEFT HIM ALONE. Here's why: I live in the present. I know, it seems random, but I'll explain.

Let's say that I am what Minns is claiming I am: an old, haggard guy who can't focus on matches because of petty little feuds that I'M NOT EVEN IN. If I were like that, I'd have the tunnel vision of Brett Kennedy, the apparent randomness of Beretta, and the skill of some minor leaguer who's never won anything. No wonder Minns thinks I'm nothing - he has the basics about me completely wrong. Right now, I don't care about Carlos Rosso. When I demanded answers for that backstage interview at Reasonable Doubt, I didn't care about him. When I was out there on commentary and just saying random crap about steroids and touch-butt, I didn't care about him. I didn't want to be out there in the first place. When I was told that I'd be on commentary for Chris Elite vs. Carlos Rosso, I didn't care about him. And, right now, I give a damn about Thomas Minns. I don't care about Carlos Rosso. Yes, I'm upset at him for kicking me at Reasonable Doubt. Yes, I'm upset at him for making a joke out of CWF. But, I'm not a millennial with ADHD. I can - gasp - SET THOSE THINGS TO THE SIDE. Yet, Minns disagrees. He's deluded enough to think he knows my mind better than I know my mind.

It's clear that Thomas Minns and I come from very different lines of thinking. He got a scouting report from God knows where, and even though it's wrong, he insists on its accuracy because it fits what he wants to say. All I know about Minns is that he blew a couple chances to get to the top, and now wants to blame "professional wrestling as a business" and "a sad state of affairs". He picks apart everything I've done and, probably thanks to some English professor back in the day, reads into every little thing it could possibly mean. Meanwhile, like a foolish student, his thoughts on me contradict each other. He says that I'm here only because of my past glories, but my past glories were nothing good to begin with. I wonder, then, how I even got here. I, on the other hand, know that he lost to Brett Kennedy, lost his EAW Championship match, and lost to Chris Elite, giving his doubters the opportunity to question whether his win at Reasonable Doubt was merely a fluke. I look at facts, and from them, I wonder if he's any good at all. In spite of big losses, I know he's good at wrestling. That's why he's here.

Minns, I'm clearly not like you. That's why I'm not going to waste more time talking about Chris Elite. I'm also not going to waste time telling you about your technical flaws - you know, the ones you ALREADY KNOW ABOUT AND WORK ON IN TRAINING EVERY DAY. Thanks for being like that Jay Omen guy from a few months back and telling me that I've lost my pace. I knew that before I came to EAW. If you've noticed, I haven't relied on it often here. But nah, you study my old tapes of my old matches because you think I'm living in those old times so much, you have to tell me what's wrong with me now. Give me a break. I know this crap already. While you've been living in the past in order to come up with your weird view of the present, I've come up with many ways to switch my game. What ways? I won't tell. Hey, maybe I'm lying. You'll have to find out.

Your insistence, Minns, in living in the past when it comes to me is leading you to speculate about the present, the future, and hell, the more recent past. The reasoning you came up with for every move I've made here? All speculation. Is it wrong? Is it right? You're convinced it's right, and you try to drive that point home. It's not resonating with me, but keep trying. Keep being stuck in the past and clouding the present and the future. Here's why I don't care about Carlos Rosso: the future, for me, is wide open - I'm not going to cloud it myself. That's why I can focus on you and you alone on Showdown, and that isn't good for you.

Einstein once said that repeating the same thing over and over again and expecting different results is the definition of insanity.


So, are you insane, Brayden?


Or are you just foolish?


We’ve already done this, the two of us. We’ve had our death match in my only match in EAW to date and I not only defeated you, I broke you. I broke the will behind the man, you haven’t been the same since that beating that I put on you, you haven’t been the same since I wiped out your precious students. There you were, a man who with the whole world at his feet, every opportunity ready for you to succeed in this company, you were given title chances despite being so inexperienced in this company and you were winning matches, winning matches against established, successful matches. You looked like somebody who could go on to do big things in EAW, your confidence was sky-high and you were ready to take on the whole world, nothing could stop you. And then, just like that …it was all taken away from you. I took it all away from you and I broke your confidence, I broke your self-belief and I broke your warrior mentality. I TOOK it all away from you and I swatted you away like an annoying little fly. You’re no longer the same man, you no longer win matches. You no longer are in contention for titles, you are no longer taking on the world and being successful at doing it. Now, you lose all the time. You do not get to control your destiny, I control your destiny. I controlled your destiny that night when we faced, I very easily could have decided to continue beating your lifeless and motionless body until you were no more, I could have very easily ensured that your ability to function like a normal human being, I could have very easily decided that you were no longer worthy of being a man that gets to decide if he wants to walk, if he gets to live. You were not in control of anything, you didn’t even land a single shot in on me and you were helpless, a broken, bloody, miserably mess. You were in the hands of my mercy …but do you want to know why I decided to even give you the opportunity to even have a career in this company? Why I decided to spare your life?


It’s because watching a man suffer with the realisation of that he is no longer the same man that he once was is more satisfying to me. It’s more satisfying to watch a man struggle to come to grips with the fact that he is broken and that is nowhere to go but to the inevitable end. It’ll be all the more satisfying to me once you come to this realisation and you BEG ME to finish off the job, when you get down on your knees and BEG ME to put you out of your miserable life once for all. I’ve taken everything away from you, I’ve RIPPED everything away from you already. Your will, your confidence, the students who used to look up to you and admire you. It’s all gone. You’re just a broken man with nothing left, fighting so hard to regain the things that you once had in such in quick finish but had left you even faster. But it’s okay, because I know how you feel. I, myself, had everything that I valued stripped away from me. I had everything that I once loved ripped away from me. Everything that I thought, everything that I believed, ripped away from me and now all I am is nothing more than a man who is waiting for the inevitable day when the grim reaper comes knocking on my door to put me out of my sorrow, out of my misery and to deliver me to the fiery pits of hell. You may think that you’re the better wrestler than me and perhaps that you are correct but you know something, Brayden? That means absolutely nothing to me. I realised a very long time ago that this illusion of being the better wrestler than somebody is just that ...an illusion.


This is the fight business, this is a sport that revolves around DESTROYING another man. This revolves around beating another man until he can no longer get back up to his feet, to cover his blood all around the ring canvas. This is a fight to the death, what does it matter if somebody is considered the better wrestler than somebody else when your life is on the line? Your wrestling skills did not help you survive against me the first time we faced when there was no rules, so why would they now, Brayden? If you even wish to have a surviving chance against me, you need to look past this whole illusion of wrestling skills and look deep inside, of whatever is left, and bring out a side of you that you perhaps did not know you have. A side that is inside every man that is fighting for his life because you will need it. You even have a partner this week to take me on, two men fighting for their lives against a man that does not care whether he lives or dies. Shouldn’t the odds be in your favour? Possibly, but we both know that they really aren’t but you don’t need to worry about your partner failing you Brayden because I’ll you know what I’ll do …I’ll start the match off against Aiden and I will butcher him, I will leave him in a bloody, broken, lifeless mess and then, when he is no longer able to compete, you can step into the ring. I’ll give you one last opportunity to redeem yourself, one last opportunity to try and fix the wrongs of the past.


You’re fighting for your life here.


But rest assured, I will not stop assaulting you until you beg me. Until you beg me to end your life.


I showed you mercy once before, I will not do the same again.

Why should I care? I honestly need a reason to care right now, because I'm being forced to align myself against the man who wants to bash my skull in --- and where's the fun with that? I'm honestly baffled with the reasoning behind always tagging along with your greatest foes. It's a common event that almost ninety-nine percent of the team, the worst of enemies end up turning on each other. Has it become that predictable now? I know Scott Oasis very well, and I know he'd rather take a step backwards, rather than compete as temporary allies. I guess I couldn't blame him, after his head was kicked in so hard... I'd be wanting revenge right about now. I've competed against the likes of Scott Oasis before, and I know what kind of individual he's become. It seems as if it were only yesterday, he was lacing his boots up, trying to make the best impression he could. I can say that his athleticism has gotten him very far in this business --- winning the EAW Interwire Championship was the greatest accomplishment he had ever achieved. It's not saying much, though... especially when Scott Oasis could hardly win against me. Do you want to avenge yourself, Oasis? Do you wish to no longer be the laughing stock that you've always been? Let's be honest with one another right now - you've struggled to thrive in this company for far too long now. It's become very predictable that you would leech yourself onto anyone with the impressive amount of prestige such as... oh, I don't know --- Zack Crash ring a bell? I haven't forgotten the days where you were trotting behind his every footstep. You were a dog, he was your master... and you benefited off him for name value. Scott Oasis did NOT achieve anything by aligning himself alongside Zack Crash. It was your best attempt to receive fame, fortune, and importance. I don't think a single person around here would bother to turn their heads at you, if you weren't one step behind your former master. I mean what have you done to make anyone care about you? You defeated Drastik, you defeated The Pizza Boy... and what became of those results? You lost to Lucian Black, and Lucian Black lost to Eclipse Diemos. I don't care about the "would of", "should of", or "could of" --- would be events. YOU DIDN'T WIN.

What came after your "fluke" of a loss? I can remember distinctly... you lost again, to the man I respect greatly; The Heart Break Boy. I want you to sit there and think to yourself, if you're unable to overcome The Heart Break Boy, or even Lucian Black --- what makes you believe that you have the slightest chance of defeating me? I've beaten The Heart Break Boy, I've beaten Scott Oasis, I've beaten your mentor Zack Crash, and I'm going to gladly make an example out of you. It will be to no surprise - as the soon to be longest reigning World Champion in HISTORY, continues his legacy by furthering his winning streak. I will go on, and defend this World Heavyweight Champion time after time again, and you're not going to be the one to end everything I created. You'll get your moment, you'll get to compete on a level of which you have never competed before. But it will all be for nothing, you will surmount nothing, you will amount to NOTHING. If you fail to accept it, then I will force you to. I know it's not the greatest thing in the world to be tagging with you, but I'll use this one moment, and I will do what you could never do... seize it. Troy Ace and Marcus Creed, what kind of challenge is this supposed to be? Am I suppose to fear their triumphant return? I honestly may have forgotten their presence on this brand if they hadn't come back, and assaulted two men... in which that got them nowhere. They used that momentum, TO LOSE TO STAND AND DELIVER. Is this Dynasty's attempt to test me? I try not to sound arrogant, but all I can see is bait... they serve as the bait, and they will be eaten alive in this cruel world. If anything --- they serve as personal punching bugs to anyone who has to waste their time to compete against them. And that's coming from a guy that is just now facing them for the first time in my entire career. I guess they'll have this one moment, to bask in the glory of wrestling with myself, and sadly Scott Oasis. I guess I'm against judging a book by it's cover, but don't judge me when I predict their lack of seizing this opportunity --- much like my partner has lacked to seize ANY opportunity handed to him in this company. I've been prepared for this, I've been prepared to face this scenario alone as well. It will only further prove how much of a blindsiding coward... Scott Oasis really is.

Unsuccessful people make decisions based on their current situation; successful people make decisions based on where they want to be. I found that every single successful person I've ever spoken to had a turning point and the turning point was where they made a clear, specific, unequivocal decision that they were not going to live like this anymore. Some people make that decision at 15 and some people make it at 50 and most never make it at all. It takes a level of self love, of dedication and determination to live your greatest life. So look within. Look at every area of your life and ask yourself these questions: am i on course? Am i growing mentally, emotionally, and spiritually? Anything that is blocking that, anything that is preventing you from living your greatest life, make the tough decision to let it go. Making decisions in life and if that makes me a bad, evil, horrible person because you don't approve than so be it. I'm living my life my way.

Okay. So where to start with this. I guess the moment after Reasonable Doubt 8, my very first FPV would be as good of a place as any I guess. It was at this point I guess, that I really started to consider things. Lots of things. Things like what I was going to try and do to be successful in my next match. That was first, because let's face it. I was down, but I wasn't exactly out. I never count myself out. Ever. I considered taking a week off, but what good would that have done? Honestly? I considered going back in time and watching different FPVs. Watching greater men. Living Legends even. Seeing if I could take anything from those bouts. Maybe they were doing something different that I could take away from watching their matches. Nah. I've done that before. Nothing. It wasn't a complete waste of time, but I didn't see them doing anything different from what I had done so far in that ring. What I'm capable of doing in that ring. Except winning of course. I considered aloud if the guidance of someone else was necessary. Then I let my emotions get the best of me on Showdown two weeks ago. I was angry. That battle royal was mine. I should've won that match. I vowed to become the Interwire Champion. So I then go on to compete on Battle Ground in a fatal four way with a chance to secure $20,000 dollars in bonus money if I had won. Terry Chambers, who I will see this week on Showdown, was in this match as well really took it to me last time we were in the ring. Well, let's be honest. Most of the skirmish, that took place between me and Terry, took place outside the ring actually. This is probably what cost me the match. No I take that back. That is what cost me the match. So did I deserve that loss? I didn't get pinned did I? No. Not to worry though. This is the land of opportunity. Right? So I immediately find out after my loss on Battle Ground that I am booked to compete for the Interwire Championship. This was it. I was done letting opportunities slip from my grasp. Tired of being so close. I was going to seize the moment. Last week I had it....that match was mine. The Interwire Championship belt was mine! I had Maxwell Dachs in my Rex Lock. He was going to tap! Just a couple of more seconds in my hold and he would've tapped and I would be standing here today as the Interwire Champion. It was not to be, but I had had it! Enough was enough! That wasn't it though for The Rex Master. Not on that night in Boise. I was not done by a long shot. You see I made a conscious decision. A business decision, but nonetheless a decision that could turn all this mess around. I made my presence felt in main event of Showdown to not only prove myself to Xavier Williams. To show him that I'm on board with him and his vision, but also to show the rest of EAW that I refuse to be held down any longer. Xavier is a Hall Of Famer. Who better to oversee as me, Rex McAllister, rises out of the ashes and into the light. The same light that many others have found and bask in it. The fame and the glory. Being champions. Constantly turning back every challenge put in front of them. Proving the naysayers wrong. Everything Xavier said to me on Showdown was absolutely 100% correct. Everything he told me that he sees in me and what he can help me achieve was the selling point of our brief chat. It was all I needed to help me ponder it on my own before I officially made my decision. I will not be held down no more.

Jason Cage and Terry Chambers will find out what it is like to be knocked down a notch. They will find out what being humbled is like. Jason Cage only caught a glimpse last week. Terry Chambers, you are referred to as the A-lister? Welcome to the A-Show. THEE SHOW. Terry I have a score to settle with you going back to before Battle Ground. This time the job gets done and done correctly. Like Jason Cage last week you are going to find out first hand that Rex McAllister isn't a man that guys like you or Jason Cage will dominate and push around anymore. You will find out Jason and Terry what happens when I push back. It's my time to rise up! You just don't know it yet.

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That statement is very suitable for Voltage. Voltage is the home of elitists members where all the wrestlers want to sit in Voltage’s throne, where all the wrestlers want to climb up to be on Voltage’s Mountain, where all the wrestlers want to fly to be on Voltage’s beautiful sky. When the management told me that I’ll wrestle for Voltage, I’m very exited to be part of it. Voltage is already the best TV show on this earth, but with me joining the board, you’ll see the rating going even higher than now. Whether you’ll like it or not, Voltage will be the country that Nobi ruling on. You’ll see the beautiful era of Nobi Answer Wrestling!

You can tell that I’m happy to be on Voltage, apparently one of my opponents doesn’t feel the same way. Yes I’m talking about you, Beretta. Aww bohooo you told me and the rest of the world a very sad story.  Tell me Beretta, do you want a lollipop or some candies? What’s the point of telling your sad and pathetic career “amigo”?  Do you honestly believe you deserved to fight Kenny Drake or Lucas Johnson? Do you honestly believe you have the right to be the New Breed Champion? Well, keep living on your fantasy land dummy, I’m not buying it.

You don’t want and probably never want to work hard, you are just a crying baby who wants everything to be given to you. Let me tell you something: you can stop whining right now and just step up for the better. You want to kick Terry Chambers’ asses and mine’s? Good, Iet me see what you got. Terry Chambers is bassically a carnivore.  He destroyed his opponent in under 2 minutes last week. Me? I have a natural talent in the ring and perfectly great mind. We have different mind-set, you just want to kick some assess in the ring, I want to win this match cleanly and perfectly. You’ll see how good I am in the ring, both as a single wrestler and I guess as a tag-team competitor.

You already said you don’t want Ryan Young as your tag partner, well that’s a good news. Let’s see how your inflatred ego alone can handle both Terry Chambers’ brutality and my brilliant mind at the same time. I’m looking forward what you want to do.

Ryan Young, I have checked on your background that you already wrestled since you were 19. What an accomplishment you got in such a young age “bro”. You haven’t done anything in EAW though and I’m sure you are a little bit better than Berretta here, that you want to do something to change it. Here’s the news flash, I’m here to conquer the world. I want to be the first thing that comes from peoples’ mind whether they thought about EAW or profesional wrestling in general. I want to prove to the fans that I can be their favorite wrestler. I’ll be honest here, you are no push-over, you won’t be hard to beat, but I won’t stand right now if I think I can’t beat you. I know I can beat you, I know I’m better than you. You will be one of the first steps for me to conquer the world. Whether you’ll like it or not, I’ll prove it to you. I’m loking forward to go toe to toe againts you “mate”. Oh, and you might want to clear things up with the “Cryin” Beretta there. I’ll give a time for you two to get on the same page.

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

The Hall of Fame Champion; it doesn’t seem to matter how many times that I say, it’s something that never seems to get old. We look at all of the names that we’ve watched walk through those doors throughout the past two and a half years; a countless amount of people that the world watched and hoped that would become the men that would lead this company into the brightest future possible. People like Lucius Creed; the man was handed the opportunity to become a star of a silver platter. He was given the opportunity to compete at House of Glass before the man had even had the chance to compete on a show like Dynasty. The man was immediately thrown into Interwire Championship contention; even going as close enough as being nothing more than fingertips away from grasping onto it before having the rug pulled from under his feet at the hand of Carlos Rosso. We watched a monster like Norman Hellion stand at the top of this company as the definition of a monster; even going as far as holding the Answers World Championship after conquering five other men inside that Elimination Chamber. The man survived Methuselah inside Hell in a Cell before having the championship ripped from his grasp by Starr Stan, with a little hand from King Lannister. From that night forward, the man that was looked upon as a monster found himself leaving the company with his tail tucked between his legs because he continuously found himself struggling to regain his footing. We watched as Jamie O’Hara stood on the platform that I created and made the New Breed Championship his own for the majority of a year; the man stood proud as the head of a division that was finally beginning to thrive. The man sat at the top of that ladder at Pain for Pride with that Cash in the Vault briefcase in his hand; the man had a golden opportunity to become a star in the palm of his hands, and while he may have not grasped onto the EAW Championship with the help of that Cash in the Vault briefcase, it never stopped him from taking it from the hands of the man that rightfully deserved to hold it. Now we watch as the man continues to fall back down the rungs of the ladder he spent so long climbing. The man’s finally beginning to understand the pressure of holding the entire world on your shoulders; that it’s easy to sit back and criticize the man that stands in the position that you want, but it’s an entirely different story when you’re forced to attempt to try and become the things that you said they weren’t and sooner or later the man is going to prove my words right. The success that the man has garnered throughout the past few months are going to be forgotten, but as time passes us by we’re going to be understand that he’s not Tomorrow’s Legend; he’s nothing more than a man that could have become something great.
 
There’s one man that has continuously thrived whether he found himself fighting against the world or standing on top of it. I had the EAW Championship ripped from my hands and used the things that have been continuously running through my mind to walk inside Hell in a Cell against Dark Demon to grasp onto something that people once thought I would never enter. I walked into that Hell in a Cell and cemented myself as the man that the world once never thought that I would become. Throughout everything that I’ve done throughout the past two and a half years; the New Breed Championship; the Cash in the Vault briefcase; the EAW Championship; main evening Pain for Pride against the Chairman of the company; nothing has made me prouder than standing in the position that I do now as the Hall of Fame Champion. I said it on Showdown and I’m going to say it again. I cherished the EAW Championship; I gave this company that greatest EAW Champion that it has ever seen. I gave the world a champion that they could believe in and I was given nothing more that complete disrespect. While I stand here as the Hall of Fame Champion …this is the ONLY championship that matters. Mexican Samurai’s Interwire Championship is meaningless. Vic Vendetta’s EAW Championship is meaningless. Drake Jaegars and Tiberius Jones’ Tag Team Championships are meaningless. Mr. DEDEDE’s Answers World Championship is meaningless. In an instant at Reasonable Doubt this Hall of Fame Championship became the crown jewel of this company. I’ll welcome all challengers. Anyone who believes that they hold the ability to take this championship away from my grasp are more than welcome to try.  Maybe Jaywalker can make another return and fall at the feet of the Best Wrestler on the Planet. Maybe Jacob Senn can crawl of the hole that he’s in and begin to understand what it’s like to stand in the ring with a real champion. Maybe we can start getting someone like HRDO to begin to say his prayers and take his vitamins and understand that he’d nothing if he was forced to compete against the level that I’m at. I have a chip on my shoulder the size of a mountain; I’ve never been this driven in my career. I’ve never had a fire that’s burning deep, deep in my core.
 
You see, these two men that I have sitting under my wing are not for my own benefit. I said it to Rex on Showdown; no matter the things that seem to happen. No matter the constant disrespect that I’m shown; I find myself as a man that cares for this company. I’m a man that understands that sooner or later that my time is going to come to an end and that others are going to have to be able to withstand the weight of the world. As I said; many people have been breed for that position, but all but one who as stood up has continued standing. Rex McAllister is a man that’s struggled. I’m not going to hide it. The man holds the potential to become something great; but no matter how brightly the man shined, that light would constantly find itself flickering. Every time he found himself taking a step forward… we watched as he took two steps back. I want to watch the man become the things that he could become. I want to watch as the man stands in the front of the world with the things that the rest of the world doubt he could become. I want to watch as the man gives this company another champion that it can be proud of. I can’t gift him it all on a silver platter, and if I could …I wouldn’t. He wouldn’t learn that way. Things for the man aren’t going to get easier; I’ll even put my money on the fact that they’re going to get harder. You see, in an instant on Showdown as I watched Dustin Brasch and Rex McAllister picked apart the pieces of Jason Cage they went from being men that were known by few; to men that were known by many. Now, they have the entire world watching whether they’re going to thrive and succeed, or whether they’re going to crumble and fail. I’m not going to take failure lightly. I’m giving these two men a platform to stand on and build into something greater than even I stand on. I’ve given them a platform to stand on to take this company to places that not even I could take it to. I’m usually a man that doesn’t place all of his eggs in the one basket, but on Showdown …Terry Chambers and Jason Cage aren’t walking out of that arena. The things that Jason Cage went through last week are nothing to things that he’s going to be forced to withstand at my hand. We let him survive last week; he’s not going to be as lucky as second time around. I’m not even going to mention the things we’re going to do to Terry Chambers because that ruins the surprise.

But, don’t hate us for the things you feel from our hand. None of it’s going to be personal; it’s just strictly business. You just found yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Oh, please, Minns. Same old stuff. Did Mexican Samurai hand you the script? Or did you get it from Brett Kennedy? Or, did you not follow what happened to them when they talked about how I was a shell of my former self and was relying on past glories? I can still go, and by now, you've got to be either an deluded, stubborn idiot or ignorant of what I've been able to do here in EAW if you spout off that old crap. Or your mind might not be on straight because you're on steroids. I don't think that's it, though. I think you're just deluded.

The past is done. It's over. It's not something worth talking about because the wrestler I was back then is nothing like the wrestler I am now. In the same way, I think you're a different wrestler than the one who lost to Brett Kennedy when I got here. Now, you're the one who loses to Chris Elite. But hey - it's the past. No need to dwell on that. Yet, my opponents always feel the need to bring up my SUCCESSFUL past in order to talk about how I'm supposedly this old man who can't bend down to lace up a pair of boots anymore. Past, past, past. Get real, people. This is the present. This is today. I'm still a winner. People who fail to recognize that are asking for me to surprise them - asking for the guy they called decrepit and reliant on the past to beat them. Before they know it, I've knocked them out, and they wake up in the future. In the future, they conveniently forget what happened in the past. No, not because they're cowards and can't own their losses - rather, because I hit them in the face too hard.

Carlos Rosso was the first person who I thought I'd have to tell to quit living in the past, with his CWF Championship charade and Carlos Rosso Incorporated thing. But, I guess we're taking a detour. Minns, the person who needs to quit living in the past is you. You look at my past - my prime, if you will - and you project that I'm a stale old man in 2016. Minns, I've defied projections like that during my time here. Time is continuing to wait to end my career because I'm forcing it to wait. I'm not seen as good because of a one month title reign in 2010. I'm seen as good because in spite of that, I'm still here today, showing that I can go with the best of them, silencing stubborn talking heads in the process. I'm pretty sure I won't be able to silence you, seeing as you love to talk. So, I'll just have to settle for letting you know that I'm not here because of "professional wrestling as a business". I'm here because I'm good enough to be here. You don't have to agree, even after I shove that fact down your throat. Hey, maybe that's what it'll take to silence you.