Scott Oasis vs Tig Kelly.

The Iceman vs The Ender. Two former mid-tier champions. Two men that are being argued as the future of Dynasty. They’re going one on one in the Dynasty main event this Friday night for the right to face Brian Daniels for his World Championship at Reckless Wiring. When you look at all of the hype, all the stats, and what the two of us have had to say about our standings on the brand, this looks like it could be an unpredictable fight, one of the biggest fights Dynasty will ever see even. Who knows who’ll win? That’s a good question, one that will probably be brought up around many water coolers until the big day. “Who knows?” -- Well I do. I know that I’m going to win. Me and Tig Kelly may look even but truth be told, I belong in another category, one ahead of Tig. That is no knock against him because out of everyone on Dynasty, he’s one of the few I’m able to have so much as semblance of respect for. It’s just that I am no longer a name you can look forward to seeing someday on your headlines, as I stand before you right now, you are looking at somebody who can take the helm of the main event scene and not just carry it but revitalise it and bring it to a whole other level. You are looking at the marquee itself, a name that will serve as a permanent fixture in your household for years to come. As much as I wish I could say this is going to be some big contest that will deliver as the dream match that wrestling purists have been expecting, all it really is is a mere formality, a quick job to be done so I can get Sebastion Monroe off my back and get the world title shot I have deserved for a long time now. Even after my noteworthy performances as of late and the fact that my one action against Brian created more attention to Dynasty than any encounter he has had with men such as Zack Crash or Alex Anderson, I apparently had no right to cutting out the middle man and just taking the championship upfront. No, I have to earn it. But tell me Sebastion, tell me how beating Tig is showing that I have earned anything. Yes, he is a former National Elite Champion, but how can he be argued to move up in the card when he hasn’t had the time to make any growth since then? Tig is still very much an unfinished product; he is an Elitist who lacks any polish or big time experience to his name and in a level such as this all unfinished products do is give guys like me something to beat on in preparation for a much bigger day.

This main event, it’s a showcase of how far I have come and how much farther you have to go before you reach that point, Tig. The point of being able to handle the pressure that comes from people doubting you and laughing it off, to compete with the greatest of all time and push them to their limits, to stand up to those who are touted as gods and the dragon born, and to beat legend after legend to the point that it’s nothing shocking anymore, it's just another match for you. That’s the point you get to when you belong with the big dogs, that’s the point you get to where you’re just that damn good, something that I am...and something you will be Tig, but don’t get your hopes up and shoot too far too soon because as of this moment when it comes to this match, that spot at the top is mine for the taking. You can keep climbing my friend, you can talk a big game and fight the good fight like I know you will, but right now you’re playing second fiddle in the race too a much more superior opponent, an opponent who would actually know what to do with that title shot instead of wasting it. The similarities between us are no doubt visible but at the same time the attributes that matter most can only be found in one of us. You are like me, but the old me. The Scott Oasis who was an Interwire champion, who etched his spot in the minor leagues of EAW. The one who when he lost his title saw it as the chains weighing him down being taken away, freeing him to hit the majors. The Scott Oasis that didn’t have confidence, but hope. I know for some there might not be much of a difference between the two but those are only the people who don’t understand the true meaning of those feelings and what they can do to an athlete. Hope is a feeling of expectation and desire, a trust that things will work out, but confidence, that’s a certainty. Confidence is what allows you to step up to the plate and make people know that you’re here and here to win. Hope just allows you to sit on your ass and countdown the days for your effort to possibly rewarded. Hope makes people lose sight of what’s real and what needs to be done. It’s not just hope that can cause that, there are many ignorant and flat out stupid Elitists I see letting their guard down on a weekly basis, like you Tig when you allowed a 100 pound delivery boy with an untreated concussion to defeat you and take your title. That's what is wrong with a lot of the kids running around in EAW, they're too big headed and that's what leads a lot of them falling behind and ending up in the "Bust Of The Year" category in a years time. That's what can easily happen to you if you don't make a change.

You don’t make the effort, you never felt the stress that’s needed of being a champion, you just ignore every threat to try and be a big tough guy, hoping one day if you say and act like you are one enough times, maybe you actually will be. Those are the failings that come with being a greenhorn, and the things that can’t be allowed to happen against a man at the caliber of a World champion. It is obvious that you have a lot to learn, that you are not ready for what’s to come, and I’m not talking about the future anymore, I’m talking this week. You aren’t ready for what I’m bringing to you and that is something even your ignorance can’t turn a blind eye to.

You aren’t going to walk away with a win or a world title shot this Friday, but you will learn a lesson in making it in EAW and you’ll have me to thank for that.

 
 
 
As the noise of the loud, proud Ireland crowd can be heard rocking the arena, Cailin Dillon sits down in front of her locker. She reaches in and grabs a pair of Beats and puts them over her ears, scrolling through her phone and punching in a few commands. She starts to slightly bob her head with the beat as she leans forward, closing her eyes. She doesn’t even notice the small group developing behind her. As one hand touches her shoulder, she bobs her head a few more times and then stands without a word, pulling off her headphones and taking off a burnt orange sweatshirt to reveal her green, gold and white attire. She reaches over and picks up her title as she looks at the group with a smile.
 
“Let’s do this…”
 
Flash-forward to end and Cailin is seen getting congratulated by fellow wrestlers in the hallway as she makes her walk back to the locker room. She’s obviously happy that she won, but already she is showing new drive. As she walks into the locker room to shut off all the extra noise, she sits down and reaches into the locker to pull out an iPad. A couple swipes later it’s clear she’s watching matches involving the Mercenaries, studiously scouting her opponents for the next night.

"And on to the next one..."

 
 
 
Cailin is seen still training after a few members of Team Cross have left for the night. She finishes through an exercise and tosses a jump rope off to the side as she props a camera up on a weight bench and sits leaning against the wall.
 
Now it’s all coming to a head for all of us. This is how we will decide it all. Right there at Fighting Spirit. You see, the things that took place on Voltage were so predictable. One night after Eris LeCava did everything she could to kill me, without the availability of a Hexa-gun partner to interfere, I made her tap. And I knew she would question that victory in her true style. As I knew her friends would. This is just part of the Hexa-gun way. I’ve put this out there. We don’t need proof to see that this is how it truly goes with you guys. You say you stand for the old Extreme ways that your co-leaders covet so much, but the fact is that Hexa-gun is six individuals not fighting for a better EAW, but fighting just for themselves. But this crusade hasn’t been about being EAW’s saviors or heroes, it’s about ending the self-righteous tyranny that your group sought to place above all of our heads. What your doing isn’t about bringing EAW back to something it should be. You’re bringing up ideas as if they’re ancient and no longer practiced, when this place continues to push the boundaries each and every day, whether it’s called Elite or Extreme. The only thing “Extreme” about what you’re doing is the extreme one-sided notion that you bring to the table. But you’re like the hypocritical candidate that doesn’t realize their answers are vibing with the community anymore. You don’t sense your popularity with the masses sliding. It’s your own selfishness that will be your undoing. Your unwillingness to accept evolution. Before long, Hexa-gun will nothing but a memory, and its only mention in EAW lore will be in reference to the group that took it down.
 
You might think that sounds selfish, but it truly isn’t. My being a part of Team Cross in order to shut down Hexa-gun is selfless in nature. At some point, when you six break up your circle jerk and go out to do things on your own again, you will see how much EAW has evolved despite your efforts to slow it down and make it all about you. When you don’t have the same group of people dedicated to fixing the outcomes of matches, things will change. At some juncture along the way, you’ll see that you’re no longer the smartest in the room. Because things change. There comes a time when the old way doesn’t function at the same efficiency and the strategies change. This is the evolution. The rules might have been altered but this is still the same game. If it wasn’t you would never have been as successful as you were. But then, that’s about to change isn’t it? I know this week will feature a broken record of the Hexa-gun faithful reminding us all about how they already systematically defeated each and every member of Team Cross two weeks ago on Voltage. But I know both the leaders of Hexa-gun have already made it clear to me that those matches were meaningless. They outlined it throughout the week leading up to it. They made it part of their whole focus. But after they won, their tune changed slightly. They are the perfect players at their own game, but it’s about to be played out. They have controlled all the right pawns on the chess board for too long, and now it’s time they’re backed into check and eventually checkmate. I think that will all happen in one night. This Sunday has the potential to be the perfect storm for Team Cross. One by one, each of the Hexa-gun members will be picked off. I know that the Heart Break Gal will most frazzled by the way it happens. Almost as if she’s stuck looking at a mirror image that is trying to take her down. For every time your strike us, we will strike back even harder. If you try to fly, we will go even higher. If you want it to be extreme, we will prove to you that EAW is still extreme. And it’s not because of Hexa-gun, it’s because we all live and breathe wrestling and we are all capable of taking it to that level. Why else would we be here if we weren’t? It’s time to accept it. You’re six people preaching a sermon to an empty church. The only ones that are listening now are you.
 
But you’ll still come ready for a war this week and I know that you’ll use those big locked and loaded phrases. Your artillery has been reduced to wooden pellets. Do you see us wilting or standing down at your words? How long before you realize this isn’t the same group that tried to shut you down before? By the time you realize the storm that’s moving in towards you it will already be too late. There’s not a single member of Team Cross that I don’t confidently believe could beat any of the six of you in this match. I know what to expect from some of you this week. It will be the same I’m better than you because blank scenario I’ve grown use to. Others will bring up altered tales of the past to try and develop a psychological edge. But there can be no mental edge gained by you in this match. You tried to impose your will on Voltage, trying to bully me and Ryan Savage into a 6-on-2 match, but four others came out and stood tall beside us. We will all stand tall on Sunday and at the end of the match we will all stand over all six of you, raising our hands together as you exit to your separate ways. I can’t lie and deny that Hexa-gun has had a good run, but all good things must come to an end, especially when they aren’t good at all. You pretend to be six rebels, but without a real cause. You mean to spark a revolution, but there is no real change that must be made. Just admit it already. What this is really about is making sure four of become relevant, and two others remaining. EAW is a flourishing as ever. There is new, great talent showing up here everyday, and this is your move to protect yourself from being shuffled into the order and having to fight for everything you think you deserve.
 
This match will be exactly what Eris saw all over again. You can do whatever you think it will take to put us down, but we will keep rising back up like the stubborn warriors we are. I heard a lot from three of you last week, about how Eris was going to kick my ass in that pointless match and rid the EAW of me. Instead, I beat Eris in one of the most humiliating ways possible. I didn’t pin her, no. I caught her in a rarely used submission maneuver and made her give up. She had to tap because she couldn’t go any longer. Even with all those big moves she had, she couldn’t keep me from driving my shoulder off the mat. She couldn’t keep me down. Just like that match, we will fight you until you wave your white flag or we drive in, beat you to the mat and drape the white flag over your lifeless bodies. This is where Hexa-gun comes to its end. I don’t have a problem being an instrument of your demise. Enjoy these next few days together, because your time is running out.
 
Cailin reaches forward and turns off the camera, walking over and grabbing a water bottle for a quick drink before picking up a jump rope and going right back to work.

I am blessed and highly favored. I am truly in so much peace right now. 

Not even a trace of doubt is in my mind. Without naivety, I can confidently say I don't doubt my capabilities for a minute. This is not what you think it is. This is not lack of humility. This goes beyond narcissism, this supersedes vanity, this transcends egotism, this is supreme confidence. This is being tuned in, this is what the sports analysts call "automatic". This is Steph Curry in rhythm, this is Michael Phelps in motion, this is Picasso on the canvas, this is GOD. Gomer Oz Dabar, wisdom strength and beauty. I can't help but be filled at this present time with sheer and utter bliss. It feels so good to be me right now. It feels so good to know. That's all we want, isn't it? We just want to know for sure that we are who we say we are. Nothing's worse than the unknown. Nothing's worse than having everything you think you know be called into question. There is no worse fear in the hearts of men than the unknown... flip that around, and there is no greater bliss in being omnipotent, and omniscient. Not just having great potential, but knowing it. I know mine is limitless. I know my abilities are boundless. I know my greatness comes in abundance. It flows like the endless rivers of the Veda, it is without boundaries. And thus my essence is never fleeting, my essence is ubiquitous. My influence is felt everywhere. My esque is on everything, or should I say everything is of "my-esque". The crowns you wear: that of thorns you forge from foraged sticks and stones and stems, or that of gold and leather and cabochon gems, they mean nothing. Your fools gold mean nothing. Your titles mean nothing. You can title yourself anything you like, but it means nothing. You can call yourself whatever you want, but it means nothing. They're toys, and this "game" of thrones to you is child's play to me. Don't forget that.

There's a great tragedy that comes with... let me say this carefully.... my kind of greatness. When you're in my shoes there's no question that you're the king to you. But it's deceptive, because being King in a business like this is like being the proverbial needle in the haystack. As reassuring as being me is, there are so many peasants who feel entitled to what I have. They feel entitled because they've worked themselves up their entire careers, fighting through the ranks from the absolute bottom with the goal in mind of one day sitting in my throne. Then when they make it to the "promised" Land of Elite, Extreme, Merchants, Beasts, they think it's their's for the taking. And with so many people naming themselves their heir apparents, eventually you have to ask yourself "which one is it"? Which one is truly a King? Which one is truly a God? Who is the best in the world? Who is the greatest of all time? Of course the answer is me. Of course this is my kingdom. Of course the throne is mine, but a man like Liam Catterson doesn't know that. He thinks this is Game of fucking Thrones. But of course, he's like so many other people, caught up in a fantasy, diluted by their own ambition, their self esteem is their credence, and their credences are wrong. People like Liam Catterson think they're special, but to me they're a dime a dozen. What you don't understand Liam is yes, this technically is a game of thrones, but it's not how you pictured it. It's not how it is on TV. It's not the cinematic game of musical chairs with beheadings, drinking and tits on TV. This thrown, the real life throne, is not yours for the taking, because the throne has been mine for nine goddamned years -- NINE GODDAMNED YEARS, LIAM. That's what you don't understand. Maybe your little titles such as "Interwire Champion" and "King Of Elite" made you think you were king, but while they're something to be proud of the truth of the matter is you've never even stayed a night in the palace; you barely even got to sip from the chalice, let alone drink a cup of coffee in the spot light, yet you think it's yours by divine right. 

Well that's not what God said.

You see I talked to God today, and he told me differently.

He told me you were just an ambitious little boy marching into war with a plastic sword and a wooden shield. He told me you were helpless and defenseless. He said I should take pity on you. He told me I should have mercy on you. He said I should spare you and forgive you for you know not what you do. I've been trying to keep that in mind, I really really have Liam, but you're making it so fucking hard for me. I do understand your emotions Liam. I've dealt with these same kind of emotions so many years from so many different people, and the result has never changed. MAYBE if you were a Tyler Parker, or a Y2Impact, or a Jaywalker, your sentiments would hold more credence with me. But when you're me eventually you just reach a point where you ask yourself how many ants do you have to kill with a sledgehammer just to prove your might. That's what this is. That's what 90 percent of my career has been. Everyone always remembers the Match of the Years, the instant classics, the five star matches, but most of the in-between has just been me killing ants with a sledgehammer. Just constantly having to bring the hammer down on sometimes unsuspecting pissANTS. I'm sorry to say it, but you aren't in the ten percent. You are not a giant. You really are nothing special. I know it's hard to digest. You're a fit, strong, confident, capable wrestler and you're still young! You've been able to win titles before, and I'm sure if you stay in your league you can put together a pretty nice resume. Hell, you've held the very same title I hold right now in the past before even though you had it handed to you on a silver platter, and couldn't even put together a decent reign before losing it to my abortion of a successor, but it's still some form of success. As much as I may berate you or others may berate you, and rightfully so, you shouldn't look down at yourself just because you can't hang with God. I say that now because Liam, at Fighting Spirit, I will outclass you in every way. It will be humiliating for you. It will be embarrassing for you. It will even be a little bit embarrassing for me because this is by no means a dignifying victory. Beating you is far from validating. But if there's any sort of silver lining behind this, it's that there will come a moment where the speculation reaches the end. It's that moment where you know, I know, the referee knows, the announcers know, the fans know, the world knows, the match is over. You lost. You weren't good enough. You just can't hang. There will be that moment. It'll be a pause in time, a collective awakening, a revelation in mass, where we are all reminded what we already knew in the first place:

I'm better than you. 

Who knows, perhaps you'll even personally realize for yourself that I'm the best.

Maybe you'll even thank me for getting the opportunity to face me. (I doubt it)

Until then I expect you to continue to run your mouth and make promises that you can't keep. I expect you to go for cheap controversy and throw references out left and right to make your shitty, poorly executed points. I expect you to go for low blows and try to hit me where it hurts, maybe by insulting Tarah like you have repeatedly, incessantly, like a fucking woman, like a fucking virgin concerned with dissing women because you couldn't get one with that big ass nose of yours until you signed an EAW contract and got rich. I expect you to make all kinds of suggestive comments about Tarah and I until you're blue in the fucking face. Fine by me. Go ahead, hit me with your best shot Liam, give it your best shot in the ring and on the mic. Just remember one thing, it won't be enough.

(The camera is pointed at Lucas Johnson in a suit walking off an airplane that just arrived at JFK Airport from Atlanta.)

Well here we are ladies and gentleman...New York City, the city that never sleeps. I debuted on Voltage a little under a month ago and now this Sunday LIVE at the Marquee Nightclub I make my first appearance at not only a free per-view but also a Voltage exclusive super show. This is where the hottest talent on the Voltage brand showcase what they are made of and the hottest rivalries to date. But this Sunday is no exception because the New Breed division right now is red hot and everyone has there eyes set on the New Breed Championship and Clark Duncan himself. The Open Fight Gauntlet is the first of it's kind and Ashten Cross himself laid down the gauntlet giving the New Breed division an opportunity to put ourselves on the map and put everyone on notice on the Voltage roster. Whether I'm the first entrant and have to go through all eight other guys or I get the lucky spot and enter at number nine. That crown jewel....that brass ring is mine and I'm ready to roll with it. The Wrestling Machine is ready to take over the city that never sleeps!

Now Beretta, you like to call yourself 'The Bullet' of Elite Answers Wrestling. You call the squared circle your ring? I beg to differ my friend because the last time I check you never had been ranked number one in the world in wrestling. You had never won a championship like I have in the NCAA at the Ohio State University. You should lay off the whiskey and stop wearing your stupid fedora hat around and focus on the task at hand at that's wrestle your heart out until you physical get carted out of the arena until your named Champion.

Phoenix Winterborn? Did I just hear that right? Your telling me I don't have as much heart as you, Nick Angel, Beretta and ONI? Want to know what I've been doing for the last three weeks while I haven't been wrestling on Voltage or Battleground? I've been training my ass off like all of you guys should. Seven days a week, three hundred and sixty five days a year. There are no off days in this business, plain and simple. Want to talk about determination? Try almost getting ligament damage to your arm. Not only I got surgery for that on my left arm but I also went to rehab for almost three months straight and came back to wrestle for Elite Answers Wrestling debut to make it to this night. You want to know why I wanted to make it to this night? One word for you....family. My family has been by my side throughout my whole life. If I had good times or rough times family was right there, and believe it or not my parents now live in Manhattan and will be front row at the Marquee Nightclub to cheer me on with the tons of other EAW fans this coming Sunday night. I'll be more than ready Phoenix, family over heart and you better realize that.


Now Nick Angel let's be honest here...Your career here at the land of the elite hasn't what we expected. Your the veteran here out of the bunch in the Open Fight Gauntlet. Lets look at the history you are a former Pure Champion and former Tag Team Champion with Venom. You were red hot then Pain for Pride 8 hit and all the rocks came tumbling down on you. You lost the EAW Tag Team Titles and split up with Venom. Then you rose back up to the top of the food chain by earning an Answers World Championship match by winning the Shock Collar Battle Royal. After that you came up short against Devan, then had a chance at the King of Elite tournament and lost in the pre show to get into the finals. Just face it Angel, everyone is just passing you by one by one....that story will be no different this Sunday. The Wrestling Machine is ready to send you to the hospital when I break your arm!

Now ONI, Ryan Young, and Hamau Koa I've been watching a lot of tape on you guys including you Ryan Yong when I faced you this past Monday on Battleground. You guys better be ready for showtime because the brass ring is mine. Good luck gentleman because New York City will never be the same again!

In the great words of the transcendent poet Marshall Mathers, 'One shot. One opportunity. Will you capture it, or let it slip?' These are the words running through Phoenix Winterborn's mind, as he continued on the treadmill within his small gym in Chicagoland. Fighting Spirit 2, Voltage's signature supershow was eminating from New York City's Marquee Fightclub, and Phoenix found himself inserted into the Open Fight Gauntlet match against some of the other rising stars in EAW. After the last few weeks, Phoenix was slowly becoming the odds-on favorite to survive, and gain whatever kind of special chance that Ashten Cross was promising. As the treadmill slowed down to signal the end of the running, he kept walking. Before he had joined EAW, Phoenix was on the verge of silently retiring from professional wrestling due to his disdain for the endless cliques within the business, but somehow, EAW has re-invigorated his passion, and he was intent on making the most of the chance given to him. An endless amount of things were running through his head, but three people in particular were standing out in his head.

Nick Angel, Beretta, and ONI.

Three men whom Phoenix had interacted with the most in his tenure thus far.

ONI went to a no contest. Angel had been vanquished. Beretta was the only problem. The one blemish on his near-perfect record. That was an issue that would be taken care of at Fighting Spirit. Phoenix was going to walk out as the last man standing, and that was jist the long and short of it.

"This has been a long time coming. At least for me it has. Fifteen years ago when I started this journey in pro wrestling, I never imagined that I would be competing on this big of a stage in New York City. Ive visited the Marquee as a nightclub many a time, but never the Fightclub aspect of it. On March sixth, I make my FPV debut in whats being billed as an Open Fight Gauntlet match between some of Voltage's fastest-rising stars. Make no mistake about it, though. As much as some other folks want to think that they're coming into this match to run through everyone, the black and white fact of the matter is this. You're looking at the winner, and the man who will lay claim to the New Breed championship within six months, bank on it. But that is later on. Lets talk about this epic matchup at Fighting Spirit this weekend. To be perfectly honest, a couple of guys I haven't heard of coming into this, but that's ok. I'm sure they'll pop up soon with something asinine to say, so let's focus on those of whom I have interacted with. Nicholas."

He paused for a moment, stroking his chin.


"Funny how you can't even be bothered to mention me when the last time we met up? I was the one that walked out with my hand held high, Nick. I was the one who, on that night, walked out with the single biggest win of my short career in EAW. Now, I'm looking to repeat that success this weekend in New York. I'm sure you've heard the term 'Fool me once...' Well, shame on you Nick because a repeat performance is about to happen to you. The rollup of doom will strike again. "

He smirked, walking slowly around the small gym.

"Beretta, fine. I'll call a spade a spade. This isn't a rivalry. This is just two guys who really have some animosity for each other, and would prefer to settle it in the ring instead of somewhere where they can get arrested. But know this. I am your OG, and you will respect me as such." he chuckled to himself, referencing one of Chicago's own exports in Kanye West. "All kidding aside though, Beretta. You want change? Here's change for ya. Whether you want to admit it or not, I am one of the fastest-rising stars on Voltage. You know it, I know it, the PEOPLE know it. They know who to get behind. They KNOW who they want at the forefront of this 'New Breed', and you're lookin at him. Everytime we step into the ring together, whether we're teaming, or we're against each other...I prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that not only do I deserve to be in the ring with you, but anyone in this company. So, you can go ahead and get off your high horse now, and open your eyes to the fact that you're not the only one in this match that is worth talking about. Basically what I'm saying is this. Sit down, before I sit you down boy."

"ONI. You, my friend, are the one that intrigues me the most in this match. You see, the brief time that we had interaction piqued my curiosity in a ways that not a lot of people can do anymore. I respect you for that, but..." His voice trailed off for a moment as he looked around the empty gym. "You did fail in your mission the last time we met. You failed to take the proverbial feather of a phoenix. You and the Sanitorium didn't complete your mission, which could end up being beneficial to me in the long run for you see...in order to make it through this match, I have to be better than I ever have before. The caliber of talent in his match is second to none, and could main event any other show. I actually look forward to what you have to say regarding me, and the rest of this match but until then, I'll just bide my time, and hope that you and the rest of the competition have something that I can consider worth my while."

"As for everyone else in this match...Lucas, Hamau, and Ryan? Please come correct with something for this match. Please let me know that you care about this match as much as I do. As much as Angel and Beretta and ONI care. We all want this, even if we have different ways of showing it. Do you really want this, or are you just here to play dress-up, and ACT like a wrestler. You decide, and I'll be waiting for you all in New York. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to training."

Phoenix hops into his training ring, as the camera moves up to a sign above the doorframe that says 'Train Like A Champion Today', as the scene slowly fades to black.

☤Tiberius Jones appears in the shadows of a church balcony as the background music of “Hellfire” from the Hunchback of Notre Dame plays.☤

Beata Aria……

☤Tiberius leaves the shadows laughing and shaking his head.☤

Nah I’m fucking with you all, no parodies this week. Besides, Frollo would consider me a filthy gipsy of sorts anyway.

Still, I must know what’s your problem exactly, Aria? How can the first person who knew not to mess with Hexa-gun turn into being apart of the last past people to get it? You and Ryan Savage, you’re just not that bright. However, at least Savage had an automatic bribe and threat of not being allowed to wrestle as a motivator for this little suicide mission your team is on. You however? You went from knowing not to join Mr.DEDEDE’s little squad against us, which allowed you to have the biggest moment of your career, arguably one of the greatest vixen accomplishments of all time, you won the grand Empress tournament, the biggest tournament in EAW history. Then your ego went out of control, and you eventually decided you wanted to fight us, and where did it get you other than the pain I warned you would follow? Ever since, you’ve failed to reach as great of heights as you did before trying to tussle with us, and then you even went as far as to call on one of us to take care of your boyfriend problem once your relationship proved to be a toxic as I warned you it was back when you tried to defeat Drake & Jones, which was an utter failure on your part. After Hexa-gun took care of your problem for you, you finally started to get back on the right track of success when you managed to get a win over Cameron, a truly impressive feat. Yet, instantly you decide you have beef with us again afterwards? I use to have a mild respect for you, but it weakens by every passing day…….maybe I was just blind. There aren’t a lot of sisters in the game, I may have been going easy on the quality of your character instead of being objective. Cause right now I’m starting to think your one of “those” people, the masochist type, the type of person who won’t be satisfied unless they have a reason to go to bed at each night with tears in their eyes. The perpetual victim.  Why else would you go along with scrubs like Minns and Kennedy? Why else would you come a knocking for an ass kicking from Hexa-gun whenever you get any type of success that drags you out from under obscurity? If getting slapped around is what you want, then it’s all good, we’re completely ready and able to knock you upside your head and send you straight to the gutter with the rest of these nincompoops you’ve teamed up with.

That’s right, I said nincompoops, I got no love nor respect to give to these fools.

Don’t think you’re hot shit just because you got one over on Eris, Cailin! See when you’re in a champion vs champion match, you skate away with a victory with the skin of your teeth, but how about me? When I’m in a champion vs champion match bad things happen to the other champion, I snatch their soul like the king of thieves that I am, I make it clear to that other person that they had no right to think of themselves as champions when another champion like myself exists. I took on Zach Genesis when I was National Extreme Champion and he was Interwire title holder, then homeboy left town after the loss. I defeated New Breed title holder in Clark Duncan just a few days ago while I’m a tag team champion, his punk ass ain’t going to wrestle another match ever again! Yet Eris still walks these streets at her leisure, and I’m sure she’s gunning for you to make things correct, but you also got to consider another issue because I’m around. Considering what I do to other champions that stand across the ring from me, what in the world might happen if for just one millisecond you happen to find yourself in the ring against me? I’d say you’d best hold everything you hold dear real tight, and run out of my dark alley as fast as you can.

Ryan Savage shouldn’t even be talking, nobody wants to hear it, Ryan. You’re just here because you got black mailed and bribed, you wanted to be cleared to wrestle and you want a shot at DDD again, so why get all high and mighty about things that do not concern you? You talk about Hexa-gun business, not being able to get over what’s gone and all that jazz, but aren’t you the one who can’t accept that DDD left you in the dust? When it comes not to being able to adapt to change, how are you any different when you’re once again doing the same shit that send your career spiralling down in the first place, letting people drag you into a conflict with Hexa-gun with another team that can’t hang with us? This is Civil War for you all over again. However, this time their will be consequences once we take charge of Voltage, and regardless of excuses for your actions, someone who has taken the risk of crossing us twice might find out he shouldn’t have rolled the dice.

Ramsay is just another black mailed sellout, if he thinks Cross’s threats are worse than ours, he should consider what happed to Clark Duncan who thought the same.

Then we get to the head honcho of Elite, the big catch for Team Cross, Starr Stan! Basically from what I gather from Voltage you were all up on that good stuff, making dough, went from dealing with “bs” to hanging with the hottest girls giving the BJs, but you left it all behind because of that itch for professional wrestling. I guess you’d be the poster boy symbol for what these people want to call “fighting spirit”, it’s almost too perfect that this is your return contest with the name of this super show, after all that is what brought you back to wrestle in that ring! I won’t even call you a sellout who betrayed extreme, you’re an Olympic Gold Medalist, I’m sure you love elite, think you even had some faction alongside those lines. It’s actually rare to meet someone in this company who lives and breathes elite rather than just follow the status quo like the gutless cowards most of these people are, I think that means that as the purest form of what Hexa-gun fights against, we must put emphasis on snuffing you out. Besides, you’re on the top of the J-Dynasty shit list, even higher than DDD and Kevin Devastation, and that’s saying a lot, you’ve done some big no-nos in the eyes of many of our members, it’s usually impossible for Jaywalker and Alloy to hate the same people. It’s nothing personal, but hey the group gives me lots of cash and even hooked me up with the Mercenaries to be apart of this whole Hexa-gun deal that has been a nice ride, taking you out might just earn me some extra points in the future if I ever need more favours.

Personally speaking, I don’t really buy any of that crap about mending bridges. How are you mending bridges when you are, and always have been, for taking away our rights? I may not have been here long, but any adult knows that the right to bear arms is a right in America, just like the right of extreme is something constitutional to the fabric of EAW be you young or old! They call you an EAW legend like you helped build the place, but to me that must mean you’re the Benedict Arnold of our history, and I’ll be damned if I respect some traitor. When I dreamed of joining EAW, I didn’t dream of all these limitations and disqualifications that Zack Crash put in the game, I was dreaming of the crime haven a rogue like myself could call home. I made a joke about Hellfire, but this really is The Hunchback of Notredame, the thing is you’re the one who is Frollo. You’re old, you have some demented sense of rules and justice being important by upholding elitism, but we all know deep down you’re just another twisted soul who wants to APPEAR holier than thou even at the expense of the freedom and well being of others. EAW was supposed to be a sanctuary for men like me, and I’ll make sure it goes back to being just that.

☤End scene. ☤

“Erebos. The name invoking that of an ancient primordial deity of long ago. The creator of darkness itself, husband of Nyx, and together they spawned many children. The name is synonymous with darkness itself, a being that casts a shadow over all and bathes the world in its blanket of sorrow of power. That is the name that you have given to yourself, a name which rings out across EAW, as a being of myth. You cannot be bested in combat, you cannot be broken in battle. One must kill your legend for you to die, but as EAW has proved time and time again...legends cannot die. Legends are something of note, something that cannot be destroyed merely by a simple battle. You cannot break down a legend, by any stretch of the imagination. No. A legend cannot be killed. A legend, however, can be broken. You can shatter legends, leave their name in the annals of history as a broken remnant of your own legend. Erebos...you are legend cast in the darkness. You are a legend that has only recently been unearthed and have caused a stir in EAW. A piece of history, like a sword whose edge has remained true and sharp. So, in the end for everyone to believe, I have to destroy that legend. I cannot. A legend cannot be destroyed. No, I am here to break a legend. I am here to carve my name into legend, and Erebos, your name will be the name that I carve out with mine. You will no longer be the false god of darkness as you claim to be, but a brother to the son born of chaos and madness. The outcast king will use your bones to build his castle, your heart to fuel its desires, and your body itself to wage war upon the endless masses that cry out for salvation from the hopelessness of life. That Erebos...is my calling. That is my duty.”


As the long words end, the darkness of the screen refuses to lift. Instead it seems to envelop all manner of the edges around the screen, coming out to greet the viewer as if it was a living entity. The darkness continues to draw close until finally it retreats back into the image, shaking violently before the screen fills with a new image. A room, covered with chains. Jagged hooks hang along the edges, dangling just in front of the camera as a menacing image. The rattle softly, filling the world with whispers of violence. Of death having hung upon these chains. The back row moves slightly and the face of Eclipse comes into focus, his eyes seemingly glazed over as he rests his hand on the crook of the hooks, swinging back and forth with a calm edge before leaning closer to the camera.


“I gave you new life Erebos. It was through my words, my actions, that you have risen from the ashes of your old name. Yet you have become something more...you have awakened in me a desire...a desire the likes of which are consuming me. A desire for growth. For domination. I suppose one could say that it is the power of the crown that has gotten to my head, the dragon’s curse if you will. No. Material things do not give me pleasure, Erebos. Material things vanish in time. Like people. Like the one who gave me life, material things can be cut from this world. It is those people, those...sacrificial lambs of our world, that bleat out for the material things. I do not have those desires. I desire companionship. I desire the laughter of my family as we achieve what the world tried to take from us. Happiness. That is my desire. Originally, Erebos...your desire was much more...lacking. You desired to dominate. You desired to be a threat for a business that built itself around the legacy of tearing apart people like us. Yet, you walked straight into the world that I was building for my family. A world built for me, and my brothers and sisters. That world, you almost took from me. Yet, I have stood against you, and every moment I have stood against you I have used to tear you apart again and again and again. My family has destroyed you, Erebos. We have left you, laying! We have left you a broken shell of yourself. Yet, all the time I wonder if you knew why we never finished you off? Why did we not go in for the kill, as the pack of wolves do to an injured elk? Because, wolves do not eat their own. Erebos, I always knew that I could bring out that inner darkness. That darkness that you believed you had conquered, but was instead a slave too. I brought it free of you. You came back, reborn as the true god of darkness, and instead of thanking me, you instead threatened me with it. You threatened me, and my family. You rushed into a war once again, and this time you come for the only chance I have of giving my family more happiness. Of seeing their smiles once more.”


He swings on the chains again before releasing his grip and walking back into the darkness. His footsteps echo, fading away into the distance as smaller sounding footsteps can be heard. Footsteps of a child. Jocelyn races across the screen, running between the chains as she laughs softly. The laugh echoes in the darkness as the camera turns. It moves all the way around before shooting back as if startled at the sight in front of it. Eyes dangle from the hooks behind it, gazing lifelessly into the camera as it shakes slightly. It turns again, facing Eclipse who is inches away from it with a smile on his face. He places his hand gently upon what can only be presumed to be the face of the cameraman before taking a steady step back.


“So I welcome this challenge with arms open and wide. You aren’t a threat to me Erebos. I created you, you even said this yourself. My words birthed you into this world, the darkness that exists that you crawled out of changed...was the darkness that I remain in. I am here to peel away that falsehood that you hid behind for so long, and will reveal my brilliance too you with a warm smile and stretch my hand out to you. I will welcome you into the family that you belong in, the family you deserve. As with myself...your eyes...they speak of a life of pain. Of sorrow you experienced long ago, that I myself experienced. So accept my hand. Do battle with me at Fighting Spirit 2. Spill my blood, as I shall spill yours, offer yourself body and soul to the fight, for when it is all said and done the outcome will be the same. Standing before you...blood soaking my body from our battle...will be me. I will offer my hand too you, for you to fully accept into and for you to embrace, as I give your new life its purpose. The purpose that has been eluding you all these years. You call my darkness false...but it is a darkness of safety. A darkness that shall wrap around all those that have been wronged by the world we live in. The orphans that cry out for mothers and fathers that have left this world. The abused who pray each night for a release from the pain they suffer. The outcasts that only desire the companionship that has been robbed of them. My darkness is not false. My darkness is beautiful, my darkness is safe, and my darkness shall swallow you whole Erebos. Fighting Spirit 2, we shall match Darkness for Darkness, and we shall test our bodies one last time. Lay me to the ground Erebos, for I shall rise again and again. Cut me open, for my blood shall fuel my fists. Struggle...and weep. For your struggle shall be my pain as well...my brother. My lost sheep. Embrace my madness Erebos. Come. Walk in the darkness one more time.”


Eclipse holds his arms out as he walks backwards drifting through the hooks as the camera shakes again. Light breathing can be heard as the cameraman turns violently over and over before he starts moving through the chains. He draws close to what he can only assume is the exit before stopping as he lowers the camera. Jocelyn stands in front of him, her face masked with the red and black face paint of Erebos, her eye showing a smile as she holds out her arms. The camera lifts up noting the rattling of the chains as the breathing grows heavier. Eyes along the darkness begin to open up, and the breathing grows louder as the camera turns and turns over and over before it falls down, a scream splitting the air of the cameraman. The camera fades to static, as letters spelled out in the hooks can be seen in the center.

Interviewer: Hello I am here with my guest at the moment God's Given Greatness Chris Elite! He is here to discuss the things that went down at Reasonable Doubt and his thoughts on the match.   First of all though can you please explain what exactly went down Chris?


Chris Elite: Well if you can afford EAWNetwork or even a laptop to watch Reasonable Doubt illegally then you know it didn't go as planned.  I didn't go out there and I didn't get the W like I said I would.  See what went down was Thomas Minns just couldn't get any of his moves to hit on me and the one time he did he forgot he got the ref to dodge a bullet for him so he couldn't even TRY to pick up the victory because I would of kicked out of the shitty "Finisher" anyway.  Since he knew he couldn't defeat me with those moves he pulled a move out of the Vixens book and defeated me if you can even say that with a roll up.  I mean after being turned down by the Vixens so much at least he picked something up from them right? Now before I say what I am about to say next please don't try to call me a hater or whatever just listen closely.  See Thomas Minns kind of put himself in a double edged sword situation see by "Beating" me yeah sure he picked up the W but it just proved he has to used underhand Vixen tactics.  Now sure he can brag about the W and idiot fans will brag along with him but real fans of the sport know I am the real winner in this situation.   They know if Thomas Minns didn't have that ref take a shot for him he would of been out for count.  To be honest he could of hit the ref with the Shitty Finisher from Seattle then I would of hit him with the Box Office Smash.  Not only that but I can wait for the ref to get up without even dragging him up let him get up at his own pace.  THEN YOU'LL STILL BE KO'ED FOR THE 1 2 3.  That's just how strong of a move it is and that's just how weak of a "Man" you are.  


Interviewer: My next question was going to be thoughts on the match but I guess I got the answer myself just with what just came out of you're mouth.  I kind of the got the Bitter or upset kind of vibe...


Chris Elite: Bitter... UPSET! UPSET ABOUT WHAT MR.INTERVIEWER? I MEAN I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU'RE NAME NO ONE DOES! Bitter about what the fact that I am being the one paid more then you to ask questions you have to ask me? I hope you pick this vibe up when you get home that after seeing this interview you're wife wants to become Big Mikes 4th baby mom and you're kids want him to be their father so they can go missing just like Isaac did at RD.  I am Chris FUCKING Elite I have nothing to be upset about how.  I knew someone would be ignorant to pick up that vibe and of course it had to be some broke down interviewer with no name.   Thomas Minns should be the one who's upset he should be the one that's bitter apparently on Showdown he's supposed to speak about his "Future"  I'll be backstage with Big Mike watching to him milk himself like he does every night since no Vixen will give him a chance.  I'll listen to him brag about how he beat me and how I'm not on his "Level"  However I hope he's looking at the crowd real hard Saturday night and I hope he is paying real attention to the their shirts and what it says. 


*Chris pulls out his brand new T-Shirt made just for Thomas Minns that reads "#FaithNSmallPackages" *


Chris Elite: Maybe Mr.Interviewer you'd like one since you probably relate to small packages.  Now I'm done with this shit interview Me and Big Mike have to get somewhere to drop his kids off before Isaac runs off again.

Many, many people has been asking me on what my friend Ryan Savage will do come Fighting Spirit, where he will be apart of Team Cross in efforts to rid Hexa-Gun from the Land Of the Elites forever.It's no secret that Ryan Savage has little to no interest in the war between Hexa-Gun and the company. The only thing that has aroused any interest of Ryan Savage is the future and in that future he sees himself battling Mr. DEDEDE for the Answers World Championship once again but this time it won't be his former brother catching him off guard and pulling out a miracle-esque victory like he did before. No, when those two men collide once again fate will be on our side because Ryan Savage WILL defeat Mr. DEDEDE and HE WILL become the Answers World Champion. But before any of that can happen there are two things that is blocking his path and in order to seize his awaited destiny that's waiting on the other side of this battle, and the two things that are preventing Ryan Savage from his destiny is Asthen Cross and Hexa-Gun! Is anyone really surprised that Ryan Savage feels slighted towards Ashten but in case anyone has selective memory the only reason why Ryan Savage is apart of Team Cross is because he was forced into this position, because given Ryan Savage's track record he doesn't really play nice with other people. He doesn't care what happens to this company because Ryan Savage is the only man that could evolve and thrive if Hexa-Gun had their way and brought back extreme. Ryan Savage doesn't care about whatever personal grudges or vendettas that each team members may have with one another. But one thing is for certain that the ONLY reason why Ryan Savage is going to make sure that Team Cross will walk out of Fighting Spirit victorious is the deal that Ashten Cross agreed to if Ryan was willing to lend a helping hand for his cause to make sure Hexa-Gun is no more and that's another World Championship match against the for now current reigning and defending Answers World Champion and I hope Mr. DEDEDE is keeping a close eye on this match because Ryan Savage is going to do what he has failed to do and that's bring down Hexa-Gun in his conquest BACK to the World title picture! So, Mr. DEDEDE in the meantime when Ryan Savage and company slay the beast in Hexa-Gun, him and I hope that you retain your World Championship because the only man that can beat you for that title is Ryan Savage himself. But none of that can happen until Ryan Savage fulfill his end of the deal and I have to say that it almost makes me want to feel sorry for Hexa-Gun. It makes me wants to be in their shoes because I'm sure the pressure is on because the fate of their entire existence hangs in the balance. Months after months of being dominant, running roughshod this company beating everyone that was set before them...well almost everyone. The Mercenaries became the longest reigning Tag Team Champions in company's history, Drake and Tibs became Tag Champs and Eris LeCava benefited from the group by becoming Vixens Champion in my opinion in record time because it wasn't that long ago since you made your debut. But to think that all of that you have accomplished together as family will go away in one night, you all have done it all, you've conquered everyone but everything that you've done under the Hexa-Gun banner will simply be nothing but the past that will be buried by memories. Just like the thing that you folks are trying so hard to bring back from the dead, something that belongs in the past and that's Extreme. Honestly Hexa-Gun in your quest to get what you want you have made mistakes in crossing the wrong people. In the eyes of some you guys are anarchists and I'm pretty sure that are folks in the EAW Universe that's support your quest in reverting EAW back to it's old ways. I mean lets face it, back when it was Extreme those particular fans had a hard on for "edgy television" back in those days fans paid to see us basically kill one another for their own amusement. But unfortunately for people that support Hexa-Gun and the internet dweebs that sport a Hexa-Gun tee shirt, you're going to have your hopes and dreams of "change" will be dashed when Fighting Spirit rolls around because just like Hexa-Gun and more importantly the relics who refuse to evolve with the times aka Y2Impact and HBG, you can't stop the future. Hexa-Gun at first glance may be paving the way for future Elitist in Drake and Jones, Eris LeCava and Luzmala, but don't let that fool you because all of this "bring back Extreme" is nothing more than a sham. If anyone honestly think that the group Hexa-Gun can revert EAW back to the stone ages then the EAW Universe and the people who share their ideals is dumber than you actually look. Especially when the so called co-leader of the group was one of the men responsible of bringing EAW to it's present state as it is right now and it's ironic that Y2Impact, the man that same group was one of the men responsible in making what EAW what it is today. If anything Impact it makes you look like a hypocrite trying to destroy what you helped create and it's funny to me that you are doing whatever it takes to correct the "wrong" that you have made. Ryan Savage still remember a year ago where you have devised and plotted against him from taking away his Pure Championship, which Ryan Savage was the first man to have ever hold that title and to this day he can say that no one could ever made him tap out or put him on his back for the count of three. But that's beside the point because it was just a year ago during the Crash Regime you have the blood on your hands by making people bow down to your authority. You made it your main mission to make sure the people who revels in the way of extreme, men who THRIVE AND SUCCEED under that banner and you hunted them down and you made sure that their life a living hell. Even though Ryan Savage holds no grudge against you sir, it amuses him how the roles has switched. The one thing that you have implanted into Ryan Savage's head back then is you can't fight change, you can't fight authority that is bringing in that change and without power you can't oppose it. Now, we are here and it's ironic enough that the message that I'm giving you is that Y2Impact, despite you have some power in your back pocket in the form of Hexa-Gun, it doesn't matter because you don't have the necessary power to fight Team Cross. You don't have the money, you don't have the man power and granted Hexa-Gun is a formidable group of phenomenal individuals but unfortunately that can only get you so far. During your reign of terror you really haven't made a single mistake, you have beaten everyone that there is to beat and imposed your will on those that didn't have the collective strength to defeat you when it matters. But now you're suffering from the consequences for your actions ever since Hexa-Gun's inception in EAW. You have provoked the ire of many men and women that you have tortured in almost two years and I say two years because Y2Impact there are some men that refuses to forget what you've done to them while you had this veil of protection over you in the form of the Crash regime and even now you still have that protection over you in the form of Hexa-Gun. But now you got what you wanted right? You have the forces that be in the Board Of Directions after you, you have multiple employed Elitist wanting to see the group disappear and you have six men and women that will see to it that Hexa-Gun will no longer be allowed to take another breath in EAW and you have a Mercenary that has one goal in mind and right now Impact, even though Ryan Savage has decided to look pass all the wrong doings you have done to him it seems like fate can't let a man like Ryan be at peace since he is being FORCED to look into your eyes again and remember everything that you have done to him! Ryan Savage has the opportunity to kill three birds with one stone, he gets to appease Ashten Cross to alleviate the cancer known as Hexa-Gun from EAW, when Team Cross defeats Hexa-Gun, Ryan Savage will get another shot at the Answers World Championship and lastly Ryan Savage will get to exact his revenge on Y2Impact, a man that has yet to get his comeuppance until now. So Hexa-Gun you're going to learn a very hard lesson that every person that has decided to rise up against authority, you're going to learn that there are some things you can't fight against despite how great you are because at the end of the day, one way or the other you're going to have to conform to change and learn how to evolve and strive. And maybe that's the thing with Hexa-Gun and why this ongoing protest of bringing back Extreme, returning to our roots and heritage that you have been so hellbent about. It's because in this world, this land of Elite Y2Impact, HBG, Eris LeCava, Drake and Jones can't thrive as they could if every match their were apart of were Extreme. It raises the question if Hexa-Gun is just trying to prolong the inevitable as long as they can but ultimately it will all go to waste and it will be in vain because if there is ONE THING that is absolute in this world, at one point in our lives we are humbled and that's what is going to happen at Fighting Spirit. When the Tale Of Hexa-Gun is over the one thing that each of you are going to carry with you for the rest of your lives is that you will learn how to be humbled and also you will learn that payback is a bitch. Don't take this personal Impact and company, if this was a perfect world despite the history that you and Ryan Savage have, I believe that you folks would make the greatest of allies BUT in the grand scheme of things, your existence isn't necessary especially when Ryan Savage will stand on top of this mountain known as EAW reigning as it's Answers World Champion, he doesn't need a group like you to get in the way of that which is why Ryan Savage will stop at nothing until Hexa-Gun is no more. So I hope you enjoyed this ride and your time running roughshod in this company but it looks like the Law of this Jungle has finally caught up with you and the people who sport those Hexa-Gun merchandise, people who lives and dies Hexa-Gun and those who bought into your bullshit will be crushed right in front of them and your dreams of bringing Extreme will be eviscerated from EAW, FOR GOOD! And all you will have left is nothing more than a fleeting dream that will never become a reality and that's not the only thing that will eat away at you from the inside Hexa-Gun but also the mere thought of a paradise of Extreme will be nothing more than a fleeting dream, and that my friend will be the driving force that will kill every last one of you. So I hope you all enjoy and reminisce of what memories you have of Hexa-Gun and your time together because in one night, it will all be taken away from you.

I used to think that I never get what I want, that anything bad happens to me, that I'm never going to have the life I would think about as a child but unlike these past couple of weeks, months, years... I'm getting what I want. A rematch against Ares Vendetta but this isn't even a match. This? This is a fight. This is a Street Fight. Ares and I are going to fight in the ring, out of the ring, in the crowd and in the streets of New York City. I could hit him with twenty powerbombs, an Across the Park, a couple of Depravities and even then this fight won't end. I'm going to have to use everything; my surroundings, whatever that might be, I have to use them. Whether it's a street sign or one of the cars parked on the side, I'm going to use everything to make sure that I inflict more than what Ares has ever inflicted on me, those shots with the steel chairs are going to seem so little... they're going to PALE in comparison to what I do to him this Sunday. Ares is so miserable that he has had this outing against me for the past couple of months, he has had one thing on his mind for the past couple of weeks and that's to take me out just like how he took Devan Dubian out. That's going to be hard to do if you think about our surroundings. We're going to be in traffic, horns are going to be blaring, everyone is going to tell us to get out of the way but it's so ironic that they're telling us that because that's what you've been telling me, Ares. You've been telling me how I've gotten in your way and you know, I think that too, I think you're in my way of the Answers World Championship. You've talked about how that's what I want, that's what I'm here for but that's what you want too, that's what you're here for too, so what's your problem with me? Oh, I know. It's because if I'm here, then you're never going to be the Answers World Champion. You took Devan Dubian out because you were so angered that he eliminated you in the Chamber and you're trying to take me out because you're so angry that I'm seeking what you're seeking. You're just so angry, aren't you? I know how anti-social and bi-polar you are but this is serious, this is a problem, this is personal. We're not blindsiding each other anymore, there's going to be none of that, no more sneak attacking each other. You want to end me, Ares? You can try. If you want to take me out, you're going to have to try a little harder. I don't have any respect for you and neither do the fans. They just PITY you for being so PATHETIC. You want to make me bleed? You want to see me lying face down in a pool of my own blood?! I know your last name is Vendetta but sometimes you don't get what you want and you're not going to do what you want to do to me this Sunday. I've taken everything you have to give, every bullet you aim at the bull's eye on the back of my head and I've deflected every one of them. My armor is impenetrable. You can't stop me. No matter how hard you try, I'm not going to be stopped. I've been through worse, I've been through more than you have in your life, I've been through more than you could ever put me through. So whatever you do, whatever you're thinking of doing to me, it's not going to even dent my armor. I've been through the controversy and the BS just to show that I'm supposed to be there, that I belong here, that I've earned everything in my career. You're not even going to scratch that.

Despite being a disappointment to me, to the fans and to your father, I know I shouldn't be taking you lightly and I'm not. I'm not taking you lightly whatsoever. You might be able to withstand inhuman like amounts of pain but so can a stunt man and you don't see them stepping into the ring with someone like me. You overrate yourself, you set standards for yourself that are unrealistic because you've taken the line between self-confidence and self-obsession and tried to drag it along with you but that line isn't going anywhere. You might be someone to look up to for every depressive teenager but that doesn't mean anything when you step into the ring with me. After just a couple of years in this business, you've learned nothing. You have this ego and you're going to find yourself in the same compost heap as the rest of them. You've seen how I've tainted Jaywalker's credibility and he's not as ego-driven or as bad as you are. Jaywalker is a five-time World Champion and Hall of Famer. You? You haven't done anything in your career, have you? Captured the Pure Championship? That title hardly means anything, that title isn't as coveted as some of the titles I've captured. That title isn't as coveted as the National Extreme Championship or even the Interwire Championship. You've yet to accomplish anything else in your career. You could've captured the Answers World Championship at Road to Redemption but you blew it, Ares. You blew it and you're going to try to tell me that I shouldn't be getting a match against Mr. DEDEDE for the Answers World Championship? You've beaten me but you had to beat me with cheap shots and dirty, under-handed tactics. Those cheap shots and dirty, under-handed tactics aren't going to do much for you because in a fight where there's just taped wrists and fists? Anything goes. So I won't feel bad whatsoever for using any sort of cheap shot or dirty, under-handed tactic to make sure that I put you into the pavement or better yet, beat the life out of you so that you're just another inanimate object on the streets of New York City just like one of the street signs. Like the ungrateful little child that you are, you've vowed to yourself that you'd ruin others lives because of what they've done to you. You've ruined Devan Dubian's life, he's not the Answers World Champion anymore and he might have suffered a career ending injury at your hands. See though, you've tried to ruin my life and that's one of the reasons why you're so angry. Because you just couldn't ruin my life like you've ruined everyone else's. You've tried so hard to make me stoop to your level and this Sunday, for one night, I'm going to stoop to your level; I'm going to make use of everything surrounding me and I'm going to make sure that I ruin your life.

There's nothing you can do to stop me and I know that eats away at you. I know that hurts you more and more every day. I know that makes you want to get rid of me but it's not going to happen. You know it's not going to and that's what you're just so, so bitter. I think one of the things that made you the most bitter, is that you haven't gotten what you wanted and what you want isn't a fight, what you want is the Answers World Championship and you're not going to get it if I'm here. So you have to take me out, you just have to... you've tried and you still haven't taken me out. No matter what you say, the fans and everyone in the back knows the truth. I've crawled on my hands and knees, scraped for every inch with MY FINGERNAILS just to get here. You can disrespect me all you want but at the end of the day, I know you're just an insecure, pathetic little guy. I'VE SEEN YOU FOR WHAT YOU ARE, ARES! You act like you've accomplished so much in your career, you act like you're the top guy here but you're what I've said you are; a spineless coward. You're many other things... a spoiled brat, a wuss but you have no BACKBONE IN YOUR BODY and that makes you spineless, you have to blindside me FROM BEHIND and that makes you a coward. You're many things but more than anything, you're a spineless coward just like your father, just like your mother, just like anyone who's last name is Vendetta. You have nothing, Ares, no witty comebacks, there's nothing you can say. With everything that's been said, the way you've been running your mouth week after week, never ceasing to spit my name in slander, you're going to have nothing to fall back on after this Sunday. I told you that if I ever get my hands on you again, I'm going to choke the life out of you and let me tell you something, I've been waiting for this day for the past couple of weeks. No, I've been waiting for this day for much longer than that... much, much longer. I knew that this, whatever this is between us, wasn't going to end with you cheating to beat me. I knew you'd come back for more in the end and I couldn't wait for that day. That day... is this Sunday. After your shit-talking, whining, complaining and attempts to take me out, we're going to see if you're just talk or not. You've beaten me down and spilled my blood. You've cheap shotted me, you've embarrassed me and you've blindsided me. At Fighting Spirit 2, I'm going to do that and so, so much more. I'm not just going to beat you down and embarrass you, I'm going to spill your blood in the streets of New York City. I'm going to kick your face in. I'm going to beat the ever-living piss out of you. I'm going to show you that you should've never messed with me. I'm going to leave you, lying on your back, swimming in a sea of your own blood and tears. For every time I was at your mercy, on my hands and knees, begging you to spare me... for every time that you've beat me down and embarrass me, for EVERY DROP OF BLOOD YOU'VE SPILLED... I'm going to end this. Whether you like it or not, this is your last chance to show that you weren't just talk. This is where our personal feud ends. I'm going to send a pack of Bud Light and some painkillers to your hotel room so you have something after I take everything away from you. You're going to have nothing else because I'm going to end this.

[A couple of days removed from the Reasonable Doubt free-per-view, landing in the Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport, where the next Showdown event will be hosted in Arizona is being observed from within. The dry heat almost immediately forces you to break into a sweat, especially if you are wearing a Dolce and Gabbana black suit and with a red tie draped on your chest like Merek Blackfyre is. Walking out of the gate to head out towards his driver, who stands holding a sign with his name on it, Merek acknowledges him and asks him to carry his luggage for him while he tries his best to fan himself from the insufferable dry heat that his body is forced to endure in. Merek loves the heat that radiates from the flames, but having to walk around fat grandmas riding in scooters with their Hawaiian shirts on and listen to the screams and cries of annoying children that were spawned as a nuisance to their creators is enough to make him want to run back to the filthy nation of Ireland. They finally arrive outside to the limousine and Merek instantly gets into the limousine, finally able to collect himself, as the driver takes a seat and starts the car.]

Driver: Where to, Mr. Blackfyre?

Merek Blackfyre: The hotel.

Driver: Would you like me to turn on the A/C?

Merek Blackfyre: No need. Just get us out of here.

[The driver drives off from the airport and heads to the hotel, which was already sent via text message on the flight to the driver, as Merek Blackfyre looks into the camera that has been following him as he grabs himself a bottled water from in the ice bucket that was prepared for him.]

Merek Blackfyre: What did I tell you? What did I say to all of you? I was destined to win that battle royal. I won that battle royal and there was nothing that any of those men could do about it. They talked about my disrespect, my attitude towards my competitors, and my lack of experience that would be the downfall of me. How wrong you truly were… because not only did I survive the onslaught of human mass that was flung towards me at all sides with whatever they could do to try and take me out of the match, but I did it while eliminating three of my opponents! I proved that all the men that you had chosen to be the people to get the upper hand over me were just like the revolting swine that infest this place today: failures. They failed where I succeeded, they floundered when I rose, and I proved that there’s no better man to become Interwire Champion than Merek Blackfyre and what I said about TLA and Mexican Samurai fighting not just for the right to hold that championship, but to be the one that gets it ripped away from them by me was the truth.

[A notification tone pops up on his iPhone as he pulls it out of his suit pocket, reading what has been sent to him, before a shimmering smile is placed on his face before a chuckle is let out.]

Merek Blackfyre: Now, it seems that the time comes quicker than anticipated. I assumed that we would have a few weeks to truly relish in the moment, TLA. To bring the heighten drama, to raise the question, and toy around with your emotions of if you could actually do it, but that will all have to be set aside for the eve of destruction walks towards you. The great cholo that has rose above the blight of peasantry, to walk onto Dynasty Wrestling to be regaled as a hero, only to be thrown aside like the bilge rat that you are onto Showdown to eventually claim the Interwire Championship for yourself. You’ve exceeded your expectations of pettling on the street corners for anything that comes your way, being a spic gangsta that rides around with the cartel to get his dirty drug money, or coming into the United States to work for the white man as a gardener or a in a restaurant with the mariachi band! You have actually built a brand around the name TLA and with that, I find it insulting that a man like you carries the Interwire Championship. You, some burrito wetback that has literally relied on porn jokes to get through to the people that watch this product. You, TLA, are a joke. You are here for someone to have a laugh at, but even though you have your moments of showing some sort of dark man that will do whatever he must to attain gold and keep it around you, deep down you’re still just the jester that the white man hired you to be.

I, on the other hand, am not some joke. When I walk into the middle of the ring or have a question to be asked towards me, I do it with a point. The point of this little discussion is that your jokes aren’t enough to keep you at bay from the torrent of aggression and fury that will come from Salamander. With every glance I take upon you and watch you carry that Interwire Championship on your shoulder, the more angry I become. For you don’t deserve that championship, for you had to beat some Vixen whose only saving grace in this company is making Scott Diamond and Chuck Scene absolute jokes. You had to beat a woman, which isn’t surprising coming from you, to attain that championship. How do you keep it? You don’t do it by trying to break someone limb-to-limb or render them unconscious to the point where the referee could go on to count to 30 and he wouldn’t get up, but you nailed someone across the head with a laptop? A laptop?? Come on TLA, where is that pride from El Mexico? Where’s the Mexican fire that builds up inside of you for a true fight? You’ve had easy pickings from one speed demon to the next, but none of them are close to the threat I pose to your chances of remaining EAW Interwire Champion. Dragons hunt for two things in the world: Food and gold. My plate will already be waiting for me once we reach the hotel, but now I seek championship gold. For you, it’s an unfortunate circumstance. You will simply be playing the victim, watching the clock tower strike midnight as your story ends, and it ends with The Mad King usurping the pretender from his throne of lies and takes his place as the future of Elite Answers Wrestling. Finally instead of the sordid porn director playing wrestler as the Interwire Champion, disrespecting the lineage of a sport with his incessant dated puns and jokes, the wrestling universe can be proud and respect a true regal champion in Merek Blackfyre. Until then, I will make sure that when we meet on Showdown, it will be a encounter that will stay with you for the rest of your days.

[Merek Blackfyre leans back and simply stares out the window, enjoying his water that he had partaken from the ice bucket beforehand, watching the city while the camera fades to black.]

So here we are. A couple days after Reasonable Doubt 8. Once again the same theme. Different day, same shit. I work my ass off. I trained hard, but it was all for naught. I'm left with being just the proverbial fodder, a foil for somebody else to cut in line.  I should've won that battle royal. It came down to end once again just like the last time, and once again I find myself searching. Searching for answers. Searching within myself. Asking myself. What's it going to take? What more do I need to do to ensure forward progression in EAW? Success? It's not supposed to be like this. Is it? When I professed before that I was ruthless, in some respects that was true in the past before arriving in EAW, and it was because I was that, I chose to use that as a tangible attribute to try and gain an advantage in a war words, but never really acting out on things I said, and for good reason. I want to be known and regarded as one of the best, but I have trying to do it on my own. I have been trying to work through this growth process in EAW and stay patient and wait my turn. I came from another company where I was widely successful and I left on my terms. Amid controversy, yes. Nonetheless on my terms. Was it a mistake? No. All these defeats I have taken I would like to think are making me better, stronger mentally. I have been in the ring with different elitists on a weekly basis. It's competitive. Maybe though, I could be open to some further guidance to really get my career kickstarted? Hmmm. Something to consider I guess. But, as always Ta Ta for now losers.

(The camera displays a circular area where several sidewalks come together and intersect. The moon is high overhead and is eclipsed to the point of it being a crescent moon. Light is vague but the faint light of nearby street lamps illuminates the area.)


(Distant footsteps can beat heard as they grow louder with each step as they approach the intersection of the side walks.)


(The footsteps come to an end as a figure stands as the edge of the circular intersection.)


(The figure then walks to the center of the intersection where he stands motionless.)



(The figure finishes speaking as his red face paint becomes more apparent. The figure reveals himself as Erebos. Erebos then directs his stare that the moon.)


(Erebos turns his attention away from the moon as a familiar squawk can be heard in the distance. The pet crow of Erebos, Nightmare, descends from the sky and lands on the shoulder of Erebos. He begins to squawk again as Erebos slowly pets him.)

Erebos: Crows are a creature that represent darkness. They are creatures that nobody cares to see. Many interpret them as pests that aren't worthy of life. But there are a few, like myself, who appreciate their beauty. Eclipse, I should thank you. Through your actions, no matter how justified you think they may be, you made me mistakes along the way. You angered me, the one responsible for the creation of darkness, for your representation of darkness. You dared to harm creatures that represent it as well as Erebus chose to nurture them which allowed him to more closely become associated with darkness. I watched you two battle it out from the depths of what you two claimed to fight over and thanks to you, I was able to beckon Erebus to me so that we could merge. You are responsible for my rebirth. You view the Sanatorium as an allegiance of darkness. Then in a way you have been my subordinates since the day this all began. But you interpret me as an individual who could be your subordinate. You travel through the darkness with ONI and Victor Maero looking for new prospects to recruit. You discovered me in that darkness. But before I could be recruited, you had to prepare me and turn me into what I am now. But what entitles you to be this King of Darkness that I have begun to believe that you think you are. I have endured the hardships and spread darkness to area that had forced it to retreat. I gave wastelands new purpose through darkness. In AWF, I combated a false light that was parasitic to the company itself in Mr. DEDEDE and helped preserve it for a bit longer. To me, it seems you seek to conquer through darkness and impose tyranny upon those who deny the darkness from enveloping them. I, too, seek a conquest, but y conquest is different than what it once was. I once desired to give birth to new life in the darkness, but now I see I was foolish for ever aspiring to save such a piteous land such as EAW. You are the king of a land that is disgraceful to the darkness that you claim to embody. Now, with my newfound purpose, I will eradicate this entire kingdom as I have deemed it a land unworthy of the graces of darkness.

(Nightmare flies off Erebos' shoulder and begins to circle above him in the air. Erebos views Nightmare circling above him as he begins to speak once more.)

Erebos: I thought darkness wanted me to spread it. I believed that the false ideals of this world that gave birth to a tainted light had repelled it and forced it to withdraw and it needed an individual to let it reclaim the lands it once owned. But now I see that darkness hadn't been forced withdraw by a tainted light; but that it had left behind places it had deemed unworthy in hopes that it would die away and that all along I was meant to be the individual that would utilize its power to finish the job that the false, tainted light had begun. I was meanted to destroy everything that I had believed I was meant to save. Eclipse, I was unleash a reckoning like no other upon your kingdom, and instead of saving it, I will give brith to a new kingdom that will rise from its ashes to take its place. With your crown, I will give birth to a kingdom of darkness.

(Erebos begins to walk away as Nightmare flies back to his shoulder.)


(Erebos continues to walk away as he almost becomes completely shielded from sight by the night.)


(Erebos vanishes from sight completely and only his voice can be heard.)




(Erebos' voice can no longer be heard. The squawk of Nightmare rings throughout the area as he can be seen flying through the air in the distance.)

(The camera fades to black.)   

Most people would probably be of the opinion that I, ONI the Blackheart, would despise Heart Break Boy and Pizza Boy.  Men of righteous intentions, pure motives, and that oh-so-eager never-say-die attitude.  Men that are embraced by the crowd, held up as examples that you can get anywhere with enough determination and faith.

In fact, though, the opposite is true.  I don't hate Stand and Deliver.  I respect them.  The pride and faith of Heart Break Boy.  The stamina and perseverance of Pizza Boy.  These are qualities of true warriors.  No one can deny the success that both men have had throughout their careers.  HBB was inducted into the Hall of Fame years ago, but he still puts on high caliber matches as though he were still in his heyday.  And Pizza Boy has gone from a floundering fish out of water to National Elite Champion in almost one year's time.  To deny these men of their accomplishments would be shortsighted and narrow minded.  It would also weaken the savor of the Sanatorium defeating them.

I want to defeat powerful foes and partake of their strengths.  Pizza Boy and HBB are worthy adversaries.  I remember when I first came here, Pizza Boy was still picking up victories through luck and happenstance.  He was the ultimate underdog.  Then he went through a tough period where he was tempered by ferocious beatings at the hands of much larger and more vicious opponents.  He went through hell, and yet there at the bottom, he found something.  Some reservoir of strength that made him get back up after every fall he took.  And now, he is the National Elite Champion.  Ahhh, Pizza Boy, you are an underdog no more.  Before, no one had any expectations upon you.  Surviving a match seemed to be priority number one to you and any victories were just gravy.  But now, that's no longer good enough.  Now that you have that title, it's not enough to survive.  You have to thrive.  Because if you don't, and you lose that title, it will be a fall that will make all the others seem like nothing.  And when you hit the bottom, even your peerless resolve will be tested.  Will you be able to climb back up?  I'm sure that's a question that you don't want to have to answer so soon.  Maero and I will be a test for you, for we are implacable foes.  The title you have won, the respect that I have for you, they exist.  But they are irrelevant in between the ropes when the bell rings.  I will stop at nothing to lay you low and partake of your essence in your fall.  It is your resolve I want, another piece to take back for myself.  Monday will be a glimpse of the yawning abyss that lies before you.  Feel yourself slipping?

But let's not forget HBB.  Still able to steal the show after all these years.  Though, it seems your record has been a little weak in recent times.  You always fight with every fiber in your being, but during the big fights when so much is at stake ... you seem to come up a little short.  I wonder, is there a shred of jealousy within you?  Just a small one, for your partner?  Does the Pizza Boy not seem like a reminder that your time at the top has passed you by, that you have been usurped?  By someone who is a good partner to you, and has done so with no malice in his heart, but usurped you nonetheless.  Can you really set aside your ego so readily, to stomach seeing him where you had been before?  Well, possibly.  Perhaps that is a facet of your faith.  Oh, don't worry.  I'm not going to go for the low hanging fruit and attack your faith in your God.  I may not agree with it, but I will say that your faith makes you strong.  It gives you the will to endure and fight on, when lesser men might flag.  But it is not granted to you by your God.  No, it's not God that is important, it is your faith that gives you strength.  That you believe so fervently in something.  That is an admirable trait to me.  That is what makes you strong.  Your God doesn't give you power.  That power is your own.  And I look forward to meeting you, face to face in the ring, witnessing the power of your faith ... and then felling you, taking some of it as my own.

Yes, for all the respect that I have for the two of you, it doesn't matter in the ring.  I will fight you as The Blackheart, The Unchained, merciless and limitless.  I expect the two of you to do the same.  Show me that underneath the platitudes and the humor, those warriors within do not slumber.  Else Battleground will become your cemetery.

EAW.Com Exclusive Carlos Rosso Interview!
 
(To explain his horrific actions at Reasonable Doubt, EAW reporter/announcer Max a Million tried to track down the Red Angel to get a word from him as the EAW crew returned to the US. The following footage is a result of that encounter.)


 
{Carlos Rosso, flanked by attorneys, security and other personnel along with his manager Mao walk through an area of downtown Baton Rouge as Max a Million and an EAW camera crew try to catch up with him.}

Max: Carlos!

Carlos:..

Max: Carlos, please if you could stop for one moment, EAW fans and I’m pretty sure many of the Elitists and Vixens want you to explain your actions from last night at Reasonable Doubt. Why would you enable HexaGun, a group that you despise, to leave with the Unified Tag Team Championships? Why would you betray a fellow CWF legend?

(Carlos stops walking and gestures to his personal security team to leave Max alone.)

Carlos: What happened last night is a result of various business decisions that have taken place over the last few days and the culmination of weeks and even years of skillful planning.

Max: Excuse me?

Carlos: People want to know what I was busy doing over the last week, so I will tell you so that you can relay this information to the public. Many fans of EAW are aware that I was a former competitor in the CWF, but I’m not sure that many know that I was eventually is Chief Financial and Chief Executive officer after a long contested period. A few years ago, the company ceased wrestling operations and my last act was to name MYSELF the CWF World Heavyweight Champion. I did this to consolidate CWF as part of my fledgling company, Carlos Rosso Enterprises, Incorporated. CR Enterprises is the organization by which Mao, myself and my attorneys monitor my financial assets and investments.

Max: This is all very interesting and thorough but what does it have to do with you kicking a man who trusted you to be there for him in the face?

Carlos: Last week, I was summoned to the headquarters of the National Wrestling Association. The NWA. CWF was a member of said organization and my crowning myself champion and keeping the title for myself was unappreciated. I agreed to forever put the CWF championship legacy to bed under ONE condition: that I be granted an opportunity to become NWA World Champion. That opportunity was granted last week. I flew in secret to San Juan, Puerto Rico to take part, without EAW’s consent, in an NWA sanctioned tournament to crow a new Champion. It was a grueling 3 days, 32-man tournament affair, but when the dust settled in the beautiful Coliseo de Puerto Rico José Miguel Agrelot, I became the new NWA World Heavyweight Champion. And, to add further insult to those who dared defy me, I rechristened the championship the NWA-CWF Championship.

Max: Where is this new championship belt then? Why go through all of this effort to win the championship? You’re an EAW Elitist now? What good is this belt to you? Do you intend on bringing it to EAW…? that’s if it even exists!?

Carlos: Ah, a nonbeliever. Let me show you.

(The camera fades for a moment and a little while later Carlos, Max and Mao are in one of Carlos’s offices. Inside a glass case sits the NWA-CWF World Heavyweight Championship belt.)
 
 


Carlos: Look at it. Beautiful. Magnificent. The lineage of this belt goes back beyond the days of CWF and even EAW itself. The tradition of this belt goes back into the 1800s. And now it sits here in my trophy case. But not for long. I intend on bringing this beautiful championship into the EAW arena and defending it.

Max: You’ve still not answered my question and the question that is on the minds of everyone: Why did you betray Lioncross!?

Carlos: Well…. you know what? I’m done speaking to you. Mao, if you would?

Mao: Simply put: Carlos has no further need of a partner. Lioncross had become a liability. Not because of lack of skill or lack of desire, but simply because he did not fit into the long-term plans of Carlos Rosso Enterprises. Very soon we will be renegotiating our contact with Showdown. In fact, we may ask for total release from said contract so that Carlos may defend the TRUE World Championship not only on Showdown but any EAW program he sees fit. Or any wrestling promotion in the world.

Max: Have the two of you gone totally insane? Do either of you believe what you’re saying right now? Do you think EAW will stand for this foolishness? And even if they did, how can you justify kicking a man who was beaten up by the best tag team in EAW and deceiving him into believing that you were injured?

Mao: He was an expendable commodity. Carlos offered him a way out of this arrangement when he feigned injury. Instead, Lioncross tried to UPSTAGE my client by competing in a handicap match! He wanted to prove that he could be successful and victorious without the assistance of my charge…this insult could not be allowed. And do not simply assume that we will simply cave in to EAW’s demands.

(Mao leans in on her seat and slides the tip of her finger along Max’s jawline.)

Mao: I can be very persuasive if necessary.

(Mao then pulls her hand back and swats Max in the face with a vicious slap, a scowl of the upmost contempt etched onto her face.)

Carlos: I keep trying to explain this to you in a way in which a child would understand but you seem to fail at grasping it. We’ll explain it in a way you can understand: This belt is my trump card. I will use it as bait, goading and challenging the EAW Champion until EAW relents, the temptation of unifying the EAW and CWF championships too much to withstand. EAW tried to take everything away from me…and now I will return the favor by humiliating its corporate leadership by adding the EAW Championship into the Carlos Rosso Enterprises list of assets.
Is my intention clear now?

Max: What about Lioncross?

Carlos: We consider him a non-issue. I hear that some newcomer has offered to be his tag team partner. That would be in his best interests and frankly mine as well. Carlos Rosso Enterprises has NO time to waste on a THIRD RATE FORMER CWF WORLD CHAMPION, a champion who was more or less a failed experiment and not fit to shine his former mentor’s boots. We have much bigger ambitions ahead of us and far more pressing engagements to keep. This interview is over.

(With a nod of his head, two members of Carlos’s personal security team pull Max and the cameraman with him up from his seat in Carlos’s office and throw him out.)