The time has come for change...

A man no longer captured in despair, a blessing in disguise. For it takes a devastating fall from one's own throne, to forego the embodiment of power. But it takes a relentless fool, to rise from the ashes to save the origins of a crowned lion. One can only learn from the power of their roots - to be your own source of ancestral knowledge. Duplicity is a course set for surrender, and for that of a destiny of fulfilling the exact tragedy. But Lannister is not a prisoner of his own desires - at least not anymore. A king no more, a monarch who cannot latch onto his once proud stature.

But Jaywalker just can't possibly grasp this concept, no? A true slave to his own demands - Jaywalker forever trapped in what shell he has come out of since Jacob Senn laid wake to his every desire. And how pitiful of you, Jaywalker, for that divine greatness you once possessed, no longer lays at your feet. You can latch onto that name you've etched for yourself, the one that is held in the highest of statures. But how that matters not to the Angel of the Debt, as the fuse of such a spark has simply lost its luster. You are using Lannister as a means to furthering your legacy - Lannister cannot fault you for falling to the lowest of graces. You are, after all, a man who aspires for a return of the sublime greatness of once was. The narcissistic nature, in which the silver lining you manufacture is that of being an ancient conqueror. A voluntary prisoner of your own resentment, how you are just a create molded by imperfect design. The fractured blueprint, of a Dynast who has added pillars of shame to his once untarnished embodiment. The practical nature of a man too proud to ever let "enough be enough" - letting the new wash out the old. You could have had everything you've ever wanted Jaywalker, if you simply found the concept to expend yourself. But now, you're nothing but expendable to yourself and everything you've considered holy.

You are out of sync with your means. No longer the one who knocks - rather the man who kneels at the altar. A moment molded by the thin air that you now carry. You are here to carry out your legacy, a desperate cry for the vast majority to scream your praises. Men like you are well known, but never despised. What is more cowardice than a man who waits by the day to have songs sung about him? For the diamond and desire in your veins, you wait for the lions at the gate. Lannister's question just comes to be, is this an acquired taste? Or is this how the "formidable" "paramount" Jaywalker has always carried himself? A pity if the latter, as you've suppressed the expectations to meager objectivity. A mentality of "the path shall follow the man" that has denied any and all with true perspective. Jaywalker, without ever having faced you brute-on-brute, Lannister can already tell you're a man who relies on the enigma of reputation. You'll use it as intimidation, perhaps make it a game deep inside that your opponent can never pull themselves out of. A much impressive game-plan, one that is worthy surrendering to. To a lesser man, perhaps. And truth be told, you staked yourself at the top of the EAW Mountain when the Elite talent wasn't all that Elite. Funny how when the EAW roster reaches depths it never has before, you succumb to the pit of it all? Jacob Senn and Tyler Parker have both made a fool out of you, and Lannister has made a fool out of at least one of them. You can deny, you can disclaim... but you will come to foresee the force of today. And your past treasures, your words and your feats - only crumble to the feet of all those who wake in today's limelight. Your words mean nothing, but alas Lannister is sure you'll try to preach your truth. A truth once, perhaps - but a misguided vision that you've engulfed your entire molded mindset behind.

You are a proud man, Jaywalker - so Lannister will never expect you to accept your faults. For a man who once had no voids in his game, in the relativeness of his competition at least - your voids sure do find a way to creep into the sunlight now. Lannister sees now that you continue to deny, as your mind has become as hollow as your past defeats. But you are in the right of one thing - how kings will come. And how they will go. A smirk it leaves on Lannister's face, the mere thought of what hypocrisy such a statement proclaims. Betrayed you are, in your times, thinking you can continue to pull the relevance of your former glory, but deny a man of his more recent accolade? But the mistake you made is thinking that Lannister would have ever rested on his laurels. You think Lannister wants to be remembered as a king anymore? Do you truly foresee a day where Lannister will be left burning high, on the richest of previous glory? There will be no deluge of this blood - nor the essence of immortality to be. Lannister is more than a creature of habit, perhaps clutching at the jaws of defeat at the hands of Vic Vendetta and his pawn has morphed Lannister into such a beast. No longer secluded by that of gold, or even glory itself - but back to the pure nature of Lannister's means. Survival. This is not to mean that death lurks beyond, among the corridors of these halls. But in this circus we call a fantasy, how the carousel spins. And it would be in Lannister's best of intentions to not get lost in the cycle. Vultures have their day with those that can't remain. But who is Lannister to judge a vulture, for there is to be all that seek just to eat and destroy.

Lannister has thrown some harsh jests your way, but none of it is personal. You think Lannister stands all so high and mighty? No - or else he wouldn't be dealing with generation of old, while molding his very own. This may not be about glory, but Lannister just can't take the feeling of being powerless any longer. You are to understand, you have been bred the same way. Perhaps there is more of one another than either would like to lead on - but that's what makes this forecast an even spectacle. Fighting for that same inch, fighting for that same survival on the scale. This is the last wander before the envious lights and cameras begin to take their day, and the moment relents itself upon the night. But for a moment there, Lannister will look you in the eye - and know that through all the offerings and tribulations to partake in the seconds to come, there is a sense of appreciation to be suspended upon that ring. But when the lights fall, it is the deities of our very nature that must take over. Somewhere along the line, we all have lost ourselves somewhere between desire and madness. But might Lannister say, let that madness reign. But in those waking 30 minutes to come - it will be Jaywalker that knows the Angel of Debt has embarked his way on him. Lannister is the storm, you see, Jaywalker. It just so happens you find yourself in the eye of it. They say that all is calm before the eye of the storm - but how wrong those tales will prove to be. There is nothing that can cease this personal vendetta that Lannister has embarked on. The seas will engulf the very lands you have walked on your entire career... And this mountain of a man, will cease to stand any more.

Lannister sends you his regards Jaywalker...

There is a price to be paid, and Lannister expects it to be his to take.

The camera shows Kendra Shamez wearing an expensive silk floor length gown in her grand Buffalo, New York home. She sits on her Victoria palace wooden chair as she pulls out her compact from her Versace purse. Suddenly, her phone begins to vibrate. Kendra reaches over and answers the call.
 
Kendra: Hello?
 
???: Oh god, finally!
 
Kendra: Who’s this? (Kendra continues to observe her beauty through her mirror.)
 
???: Seriously?! I have been trying to reach you for weeks! Why haven’t you answered?!
 
Kendra: Oh, is this Rey? Sweetie, I told you not to call me anymore. I’ll have my people create some sort of statement so you can finally get off of my fucking ass.
 
Kendra is about to hang up as Rey pleads with the OG Vixen.
 
Rey: NO! Come on, hear me out! I know that things didn’t work out as we planned but I swear to you, I tried my best. It was never my intention to put shame to the Shamez name. Words can’t explain how excited and hopeful I was when you finally agreed to be by my side after the Vixens cup. You are arguably one of the greatest Vixens in EAW history and I almost died of happiness when I saw you stand next to me with pride. You were the only person who believed that I was the rightful owner of that trophy. You gave me motivation to continue as I walked around this company being seen as the underdog. I was seen as this bratty second generation Vixen who had to prove herself before she even got the chance to say a peep.  I wanted to make you so proud but Sheridan is also an immaculate wrestler that has so much talent. I didn’t plan for her to injure me; I didn’t plan to lose continuously. It just wasn’t my day, I---
 
Kendra: Stop.
 
Rey: Hmm? Stop? I’m sorry but I have to express how I feel because if I don’t it’ll get bigger and bigger and eventually it’s going to drive me insane!
 
Kendra: Good.
 
Rey: Please, don’t be this way. I need more than just one worded responses. We’ve been through so much together. We were at the peak of my career and out of nowhere it went tumbling down. I need you right now, Kendra. I need you to be here for me just how I was there for you when you had your run!
 
Kendra: I’m just going to stop this right here. Like I said, I’ll have my publicist contact you for my official statement regarding your departure with the company. Until then, please don’t contact me or else the next person you’ll be contacted by will be my lawyers. Thank you and good luck with your future endeavors—
 
Rey: DON’T GIVE ME THAT BULLSHIT RESPONSE! You cold hearted bitch! I’m breaking into pieces and not once can you be human. Not once can you show emotions or feelings. The only person you’ve EVER cared about is yourself. What happened in your life that made you want to repress your feelings?
 
Kendra: You really want to know?
 
Rey: Yes!


Kendra: You really want to know how I feel, Rey?
 
Rey: YES! That’s what I’ve been begging for all this time!
 
Kendra: I feel sick.
 
Rey: Sick? You can’t be that vague –
 
Kendra: I’m not finished. I feel sick, embarrassed, ashamed, furious, saddened, and relieved. When I jumped on the Rey train I expected nothing but greatness. I expected you to go out there and completely dominate the competition. I expected you to come out of the Vixens Cup tournament as the winner. I had high expectations from you, Rey. I know your past and I was a bit skeptical of your ability to focus when in the moment – but I put that all aside. I went with my heart instead of my brain and I wanted you to take the wheel. I wanted to sit in the stands and tell the person sitting next to me that you were my cousin, with the upmost pride emitting from my voice. You can make as many excuses as you want but you know that you’re at fault. Deep down it’s eating you inside knowing that you didn’t get the same genes that the Shamez family is blessed with. You can’t sit there and begin to blame me for your demise. I did everything I could to train you. You losing to the likes of Sheridan is like giving me a slap to the face. You embarrassed me in front of my cohort, Rey! You made me look like a fucking joke time after time again. You honestly think I’d be here with my arms wide opened for you? You have another thing coming. I refuse to associate myself with you because I don’t associate myself with losers. I don’t train losers. I don’t mentor losers. And I’m NOT RELATED TO LOSERS. You should’ve known what you were getting yourself into when you asked me to manage you during your run. The fact that you’re so “shocked” about my response towards this entire situation goes to show how feeble minded you are. I didn’t want to talk to you after the multiple times you tried to reach out to me because I didn’t want to give you a dose of reality. I didn’t want to break your spirits after I laid your ass out with the TRUTH. Now, in order to salvage our family name, I have to take matters into my own hands. Sheridan is the LAST person to have bragging rights over me. She dared to go around town and brag about how she completely annihilated you from the competition. She has even mentioned that she’s going to surpass the Shamez legacy and that itself is fucking laughable. I haven’t been in action for over a year and it’s time I show these rookies how it’s done. It’s time for them to be taught a lesson that they will never, ever forget. And we can start off with this with you. Rey, contact me again and I swear to god I will find you and kick your ass myself. Fuck off, go to hell and change your last name. I have more important things to do. 
 
(Kendra immediately hangs up as she quickly composes herself. The camera shows Kendra walking out of her home and going into her luxurious sports car as the camera fades to black.)

What if my opponents were dangerous, heading to the battlefield with the ferocity of a lion. They charge expecting us to fall like the flimsy elitists they’ve faced, but what is a lion if he is de-fanged? It’s one thing to win every battle and think you’ve won the war, It’s another to lose each one and still hold your head up high. Understand that you walk into this match as a person being fed to the beasts and you can leap and grab a weapon, but it might as well be a wooden sword. You rely on being molded by darkness not realizing that every man who steps in that ring ventures into that territory during the darkest moment in their life, but it is pulling yourself out of that melancholic slumber that gives strength rivaled by none. In the recesses of your mind, you are well aware that you gambled your whole life for one moment of clarity, but you sit in the corner thinking of endless ways for tying loose ends as you know that life has thrown you a curve ball far too many times. I faced opponents who lived that. They chased for gold and for recognition for so long that they couldn’t see where the ledge is. They would try to see compliments in blunt insults, as many men don’t let being disliked alter any plans, but it is not being respected as a competitor that makes them steam in rage. When I walk, I do hear those screams of forgotten performers as their outrage echoed in arenas until their voice became hoarse. But what causes me to stop in place and take note is the second where their words of self confidence turned into slurred words of regret as they looked up in horror of impending doom. But these men were not drunk nor stupid, in fact often were these men the one pouncing on enemies. It’s not as if up to that moment, they never felt any danger. They were just like me as they felt steel pressed to their skin and kendo sticks an inch from puncturing organs. They were men who laced up their boots and played with luck, but were on their deathbeds insisting they wouldn’t die. A life like that will take the joy out of anyone. All the grueling amount of torture you force your body to endure and it all amounts to nothing. To live your life in a boring shade of grey and the second you see a smidgen of color, it all fades to pitch black. We have almost reached the end of this chapter and a year from now, all your names will only be remembered for this moment. Don’t mistaken fearlessness for being reckless as I have made sure that I have an iron grip on each and everyone of you. After all, this is the stage where I started to walk with legends and this will be the stage where my rebirth is cemented.

It is true that I leave sometimes on a whim, but it is on my own accord with nobody forcing me and therefore I am not broken. It is after I leave bodies scattered across the battlefield and therefore it is not because I am ineffective. So why is it that you take a known flaw of mine and believe that it is the Chekhov’s gun that will have you still clutching the National Extreme title when the smoke clears. My flaws rise to the surface when I wander aimlessly. I could still destroy any who come my way, but it is still fighting without a purpose. But this is different, isn’t it?  I used to say I was a man who was obsessed with justice, but in actuality I was someone who felt like life owed me something after my own mistakes finally caused me to slip, who used it more as a weapon to wield than a guideline to follow. When I fight you, it is to clear a roadblock that not only Pizza Boy has to face, but I have to as well. It’s to look up at everybody when this is all over and let them know that while darkness is moldable and adapts to any environment, we will be there to put it down and inspire any to try and do the same thing. When I was a little kid, I used to look at superheros like Superman and laugh at the idea that there could ever be a man like that, but it is laughing at altruism that causes ills to go unchecked. I know that I have a stone heart, and that the second this title leaves my hands, that I could go revert back into fighting for just myself, but now is not that time and is only the moment where we make one final stand and deliver the crushing strike. Don’t mistake thunderous cheers for pity, don’t paint a picture no one is willing to accept, Judas. I used to be the one who reacts, but now I am on the front lines and I push people back. To call me an underdog would be to elevate your current position. Drake and Jones look at us as hungry wolves, but not once has it ever crossed anybodies mind that they have what it takes to rip the titles out of our cold hands. Face facts, you’re surrounded with no way out but to accept it. Not by just us, but also by the rabid fans you insist have no hero. Not just them, but the weapons that will be washed in your own blood and you will be hit with to the point where it all becomes numb, life's way of giving you mercy. This is the third time I've entered the event and this will be the third time I won. The old me might look confused at first, but he would smile at the man I became as I fight with heroism in battles people run away from.

For justice has won.

I observe my surroundings, and I can’t help but turn my attention to Devan Dubian, the man nobody is betting on; the man pundits are labeling a filler. Devan Dubian’s going to defend himself, he’s obligated to because he’s a man, but when everything boils down to it, this is a man who is being rewarded with the Hall of Fame for striking gold once and striking out every other time he had an opportunity to achieve stardom. He finally grabbed the monkey and tossed it off of his back, but it took him years upon years of blood, sweat, struggles, and tears to finally become the star that everybody believed he was capable of becoming. It always amuses me when one of my opponents either implies or outright admits they have a selective memory. Both Tyler Parker and Devan Dubian have unwittingly admitted they’ve revised facts and amended history; if we were in court, I could sue them for libel. I could slap a defamation lawsuit on them. But I learned at an early age that a difference of opinion is only build-up to let your fists do the talking, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do at Pain for Pride. I can’t win the Answers World Championship by lawyering up and winning a lawsuit in a courtroom, but I can win the Answers World Championship and stack my cap with another golden feather by pummeling them repeatedly until my adversaries no longer have the willpower to stand on their own two feet — and as an undying advocate for the revival of extreme, I much prefer violence to pacifism. So that’s how I settle my disputes, that’s what a “difference of opinion” means to me — bashing someone’s skull in, and that’s exactly the route I’ll take at Pain for Pride. I know no other road but the road surrounded by the bright lights whose name is Violence. And on Violence Avenue on the night of July 3rd, 2016, I’ll ignite the entire neighborhood in the scorching flames of Y2Impact’s greatness. That’s the final face you’ll see in the fire that you ultimately get burnt by, Devan Dubian.

Of course, it doesn’t surprise me that you have a spotty memory. You have a one-track mind. You don’t care about history, you don’t care that the only reason for your inclusion in this matchup is because you have a six-month-old rematch clause, you don’t care that a more honorable man would withdraw from the match and admit that he wasn’t deserving of participating due to his absence. But you’re a slithering snake with no pride, crawling in from the woods right around Pain for Pride season like everybody doesn’t already know your motives, like people can’t see through the bullshit when it’s actually transparent. You’re here because of the paycheck, because of the media attention that comes with being World Champion, and it’s so ironic that Tyler Parker points to me as a man lacking true passion for the business while turning a blind eye in that regard to Devan Dubian, someone that hasn’t earned his stripes but somehow thinks he’s fit to talk about hardships when he was handed a spot in the headlining match of Pain for Pride while I had to bulldoze through thirty-nine others vicious hyenas and use their felled corpses as a pathway to guarantee my spot at Pain for Pride. Meanwhile, Devan Dubian didn’t even bother to show up until after the fact, because why bother with the difficulty of a Grand Rampage when you can stroll back down the Voltage ramp like a movie star walking down the red carpet and stake claim to a position in Pain for Pride’s most prominent match just because of a shoddy rematch clause that should have expired long ago? If anyone is fit to talk about hardships, it isn’t Tyler whose face was bashed through an ambulance window, it isn’t Ares Vendetta who sneaked his way through a questionably set-up tournament with narrow roll-up victories over the likes of Liam Catterson, it isn’t Devan Dubian who lost his championship fair and square inside the Extreme Elimination Chamber — it’s ME! It’s me, who was unceremoniously dismissed from his position as the authority on Voltage after a mere two weeks despite proving in those two weeks that my leadership was leaps and bounds ahead of anything Ashten Cross had offered. It’s me, who for two weeks brought EAW back to its roots and revived extreme only for some hastily put-together match to ultimately become the reason for the fruit finally borne out of my arduous journey to rot before I even had the chance to savor the taste. It’s me, who trudged through the mud and took a backseat for everyone else in the singles division to let them get a share of World Championship history while I was busy breaking Tag Team records with the Heart Break Gal. It’s me, a guy who exceeded the overwhelmingly lofty expectations put on him from the moment he debuted in 2008 to the present in 2016 when anybody else handpicked out of a crowd or a wrestling school would have crumbled under the pressure I faced. It has ALWAYS been ME! A question a lot of you are asking that I’ve ignored for weeks… I’m finally ready to answer. If I were still the Voltage General Manager, would the match for the Answers World Championship at Pain for Pride be a one-on-one pitting myself against Ares Vendetta?

You’re goddamn right.

Because Devan Dubian doesn’t deserve to be in the headlining match of Pain for Pride. Devan Dubian is a guy that thinks he owns a stranglehold on the main event simply because he was Answers World Champion for five months, simply because he finally repaid everybody’s confidence in him four years after the fact with a monumental Pain for Pride victory, but what he doesn’t realize and what he’ll soon be forced to learn is that EAW’s forefront is not a right; it’s a privilege to be earned, and by accepting entry into this match, by invoking his BS rematch clause, he has permanently stained EAW. He has spat on the sanctity of this promotion in ways even the “Elite” movement never could. He has sullied the business, and at Pain for Pride, he doesn’t just wrestle Tyler Parker, Ares Vendetta, and myself. He stands trial in a courtroom where I am both Judge and Jury — and he answers for his crimes in the form of a defeat he can never, ever recover from.

More of the same drivel. I guess it's still mating season in the animal kingdom. Apparently, my biggest desire is not to win this briefcase for the chance at becoming a world champion. According to many of my opponents, my main goal is to prove myself. Prove that I can reach the top - literally and figuratively - in a company besides CWF. Prove that I can do that in a company that's unequaled in wrestling today, EAW. Prove that I can do that in my age. Prove that I can do that with my injury history. Why would I want to do that for any of you?

You guys are stubborn - you have to be in order to succeed in a match like this. But, the stubbornness often shows in your words. I could win the briefcase and become World Champion before Pain For Pride even ends, and you still wouldn't be convinced that I'm worth anything in EAW. No success I have will change your mind because you'll all be bitter if I win. I will not be able to prove anything to any of you. The people who I've proven myself to, such as myself, my family, my friends, and the most recent convert in James Shields, took less convincing. And, it's not like I was winning at their expense - I even saved James Shields $100,000. If I win Cash In The Vault, you'll be angry. You'll convince yourselves that it was all a fluke, and you could win the case from me on any given day. You'll convince yourself that I still need to prove myself because a Cash In The Vault victory isn't proof enough. Basically, you all are impossible. Why would I waste my time on this? This is why you guys need to get off that subject if you want to get in my head at all. Do something else. Insult my favorite sports teams or something. It's gotten to the point where I'm GIVING you all hints. But, you won't take them because "proving yourself in EAW" is all you have, and it's all you'll stick with.

Is it because you're all too damn lazy? No way - it took a lot of hard work for all of you to qualify. Is it because you're all stupid? No, because you have to be smart to succeed in wrestling. You're all stuck with this idea because your mentality is garbage. Rhaegar, you're wrong when you think I'm trying to prove myself with "passive-aggression"; still one of the stupidest accusations ever levied against me. Rex, you're wrong when you say I'm lying and that I'm trying to validate people of similar age and power. Nas, thanks for telling me that I've never faced you or anybody like you before. I ALREADY KNEW THIS. You're behind everyone else; I already did my bit about people giving me tips that I already know. And call Carlos Rosso second-rate or the CWF Championship fake all you want. I don't care about validating CWF. Don't speak for me ever again if you don't want to be made a fool when I reveal that my motivations, drives, and mentality were completely different from what you insist to be truth, and I use that against you as I'm busy climbing ladders, not groveling at your feet for approval.

I don't want to prove myself or my worth, because none of you will accept it anyway. I want to win Cash In The Vault, because if I do, none of you will have any choice but to accept it as fact.

Not that you will anyway - some of you keep bringing up these animalistic cliches because you've got the thought process and cognitive ability of animals. In that case, I'll just be happy with a win and a chance to become champion.

I’m sorry I’m not like you, Ares Vendetta. I’m sorry I didn’t lose the Pure Championship to Aren Mstislav. I’m sorry I didn’t ultimately lose a bitter rivalry against Lannister, a man who finally stomped on you at Territorial Invasion in the most demeaning and disrespectful way possible — by hardly speaking a single word before his final victory over you. I’m sorry I’m able to sit here on my pedestal and proudly proclaim that I’ve lost the World Championship on six different occasions, but understand the obvious before you continue any further — in order to be a winner, sometimes you have to accept being a loser, and at Pain for Pride no lesson will be ingrained deeper in your mind than that one. Like Tyler Parker, you think you’re greater than me because you defeated Mr. DEDEDE, because you’ve only been World Champion one time and have yet to lose it, and in the same vein, you’re every bit as delusional as he is. I don’t dabble in self-doubt because, unlike you, I’m not an emotional crybaby who gets caught up in what he WOULD have done. I only focus on what I actually did, and thankfully, you’ve already done my job for me by mentioning that I’ve held the World Championship six times. I’ll be sure to repay you by making your defeat at the pinnacle of wrestling swift so that the audience only focuses on my victory instead of your loss. If I were a crybaby, I would complain about Voltage management. I would complain about my early number three spot in the Grand Rampage. I would complain about being shafted and I would claim the higher-ups are complicit in a conspiracy against me. But nope, I’m not hated because I whine, because I’m a hothead, or because I make excuses; I’m hated because I’m a winner, and winners almost never have to make excuses because they have nothing to make excuses about. So I lost at Reckless Wiring to Mr. DEDEDE, does that make you better than me because you went on to defeat him at Grand Rampage a month later? No, it doesn’t, because ultimately you only defeated one man. If anything, my claim to superiority exceeds all of yours because I outdid thirty-nine able-bodied, dream-driven wrestlers intent on realizing their lifelong ambitions and earning a trip to the main event of Pain for Pride. You have NEVER defeated those odds. You’ve lost plenty of times in matches where the odds favored you, where the odds were even, even matches where the odds were stacked against your opponent, but I don’t have to look up to the sky and beg Father Time for forgiveness. I don’t have to ask Father Time for a reprieve from the shackles of a decline because I’m not in a decline; I’m on an ascent, and with every tick of the clock on the march to Pain for Pride, we all become a moment closer to me, the man with the hugest pair of scissors on the planet, clipping your wings and taking responsibility for the hardest fall you’ve ever taken as you come back down to Earth and ponder what’s next while looking at yourself in the mirror and being disgusted with the image you see — a wrestler who has lost his title. I’m a marked man, I’m a target, and for that reason alone you’re secretly thanking your lucky stars that our match is a four-way instead of just you and I, mano a mano. When you talk about endurance, you paint a clear picture that you think I’m a guy who simply outlasted a bunch of people by fending off fatigue without necessarily defeating them, but it’s not like I just hung around in the Grand Rampage and let everyone else do the work for me; I eliminated seven other competitors, tied for the most in the entire match, and I earned everything I received. The Grand Rampage has more parallels to the Fatal Four-Way at Pain for Pride than you think, because if you lack endurance, you essentially guarantee your defeat. If you aren’t physically conditioned to withstand the rigors of a four-way match featuring men who boast a collective ten EAW World Championships, over half of them being my own, then you might as well abandon the match before the bell rings because it’s clear you don’t belong. And maybe beneath that veneer of confidence lies a craven man who is far less certain of himself and his prospects than he lets on. Maybe beneath the window dressing and the tough exterior is an individual that calls everyone who opposes him a “mongrel” to compensate for his repressed insecurities and instill in himself enough motivation and courage to believe that he can actually trounce three other men in a match with twenty-five percent odds. I don’t know, but I know I don’t care, and I know you care quite a lot about slandering me and fabricating lies just to convince yourself that because you succeeded in one single area I failed, it guarantees you’ll just as easily fire on every other cylinder. It doesn’t, and I can promise you it won’t. 

Your conviction is different than my conviction. Your conviction comes from a place of insecurity, from the uncertainty surrounding the possibility of you being unseated from your position at the top of the totem, and sometimes you can tell just by the expression on a man’s face whether he really believes what he’s saying. You may have fooled everyone else, but you can’t confuse me. I’m different than everybody else you’ve ever faced, and it isn’t because I’m going to punish you with the fight of a lifetime, it’s because you’re never encountered a personality quite like mine so your base instinct is to address a man who exceeded his prodigal expectations as a mongrel when my pedigree is more renowned than yours could ever be. My conviction comes from the greatness of a man who is hallowed in the very etches of time as we know them.  My conviction comes from the certainty of a man who has prepared no concession speech. My conviction comes from within, and it’s unshakable. At Pain for Pride, I rattle the Answers World Champion.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Ahahahaha, this little debate is turning into a stand-up comedy show. I find you all dummies are hillarious honestly.

To be honest Liam Catterson, I’m not delusional, I’m just confident. I know for a fact that I’m on the same level as you. Otherwise, we won’t be facing off againts each other in the same match. Judging from the way you delivered your speech, it seems you don't believe in humans evolutions. What I learned from secondary school when we had students who was forced to learn the basic shapes again, is that they always tried to do their best to learn it over and over again. They keep studying every day in and day out wanting to be the best students in their schools as best as they can. Because they knew, they were tired of being overlooked. When they grew up and entering the working world, they can be as competitive as other workers who was known as smart students in their schools before, competing for the better positions in their companies. Another example I have for you is that Iceland National Football team just beat your lovely England National team in this Euro Cup. Who would have thought Iceland would beat England in an upset victory? Certainly not you. That’s your problem Catterson, you are nothing more than just an ordinary arrogant idiotic prick. You think just because you are a former World Champion you are special? You think you are unique? Boy, that’s your problem. You think you are our superior officer while in reality you have been demoted from your position. You can be at the top of world again, it’s not impossible, just like me winning this battle royal match isn’t  impossible either. Go ahead and get pissed off as much as you want Catterson, because you know everything I said is a truth. By the way, if you don’t know to respond to me, just go to Church and pray as much as you want along with Nico Borg to find inspirations. Nico seems doesn’t know how to respond to my message either.

Christian Locke, I can call you anything I want. I can call you a dummy, I can call you a punk, I can call you a dwarf, hell I can call you an idiot because you are a perfect personified for those words. You are an idiot for believing you can eliminate me. Yes, it’s not impossible, the way you explained how you would eliminate me is realitic, but do you think a closthline is the only thing I can do to eliminate you when you standing directly in front of the ropes? I can kick you in stomach first and then execute a powerbomb to throw you out of the ring.  Even if you dodge my kick and you are trying to eliminate me with either a kick of your own or even a clothsline, I can lower the ropes first in order to make you go out of the ring by yourself. Yes, that’s what I call a momentum Locke. I know how does it work, just like how I know I can be the winner of this Battle Royal match. You are a very good competitor yourself, I give you that. You are so quick and so agile, it’s just a fact, what you don’t have is indeed the body structure. Yes, genetic does matter you stupid dwarf. You can’t have it all Locke, you have the speed and the agility over me, I have the strength and the power over you. You might have millions ideas in your little head Locke, but once I knock you out it’s over. While this match isn’t all about destroying opponents what can you do once you get hurt Locke? You are small, you won’t be quick anymore once you got hurt. I can just throw you out easily afterward.

Which lead me to Terry Chambers. Yes Terry, I have explained it to Catterson as well that I’m confident. I will always be confident because you know, I was the biggest student in my school 10-12 years ago so I didn’t know how it feel to get bully. However, if you think for one second you can bullied me you’ll be in the world of shock. What really happened in New York style fight that you almost knocked me out, ALMOST, it’s a truth. You didn’t knock me down, which motivated me to win this Battle Royal match even more by embrassing you once again with another 2 second elimination. Just like you said, I have the heart and the soul of a champion, I never want to give up in any circumtances. Anything is possible in this world, and with so much deducation I have inside my heart, I can make it into reality. Eliminating you by myself is just a plus to satistify myself. In the end of the day, I will be walking out of the building as the winner of this Battle Royal match. I'm training so hard to win this match, and I ain't gonna let you and other dummiea to get the best of me.

Maero, I’m already alive in this world. I feel so alive to be the winner of this Battle Royal match. You think The Sanatorium are Demons? Don’t make me laugh. The Sanatorium are just a group of individual punks who want to be demons, while in reality they only can crack people up. In the end of the day, The Sanatorium are a group of comedy family who uses Hallowen costumes to hide themself as comedians. Including yourself of course.

And Kenny Drake, welcome to this stand-up comedy show, you can join Liam Catterson and Nico Borg to disscuss what speech do you want to use to insult me. Otherwise, you can just drink a beer in a cheap bar with your old buddy JD Damon who seems crying because of my insult.

OH MY GOD! THIS IS SO GREAT!

Look at this bitch Aria Jaxon, as she makes a downright laughable attempt to draw everyone's attention away from her humiliating failure the first chance she gets to live up to the name "Champion"! Look at her covering up the mess of her incompetency by bringing up that Triple Threat fluke victory she "so deservingly" won! Look at her leading everyone on, hoping that they would forget the nightmare she experienced when The Heart Break Gal took her down and defeated her fair and square, so much that she wishes to talk more about topics nobody cares about like her time as a Champion and how great it is to be defending the title at Pain for Pride! Come on, Aria! What about that time I kicked your ass? What about your overinflated head when I drove it right onto my knees before I pinned you for the three count? Do those three measly seconds not count? SPEAK UP, YOU CANCEROUS EXCUSE FOR A CHAMPION!

You know, I never really understood why Vixens who arrived in EAW in the past year make the most idiotic assumption that The Heart Break Gal gives the slightest shit about what the differences are between the Vixens Division in the past and present. It's so fucking sickening how everyone is so caught up on trying to fit in, and seeking to belong in their groups of uncultured yuck-mouthed nuisances that promote everything but productivity and progress, seeing as all they do in social media is act like complete imbeciles in front of the fans! They shun those who don't consider them equals only because they believe they are automatically worth the respect and salutation for the reason that they are willing to act like complete fools on a daily basis! "You are threatened by this new generation", they say like it's supposed to mean something to me. "We are taking over and surpassing your likes" as though they consider me one to hold them back. Insipid stuck-up brats like Aria Jaxon are the worst kind. They keep quiet in their little shell when they are faced with defeat a day at a time, when they suffered in the hands of the veterans who are true in-ring tacticians, and then if they get lucky enough to score a pinfall over you, you'll never hear the last of it! It’s the horrible reality of their so-called success. You can win the Empress of Elite crown to show the world that you can face more than you can handle for a one-way ticket to the Vixens Championship, but in the end, all you have left with you is the proof that you came out as the winner of that tournament but failed when it really mattered. Do you know what that makes you? It makes you a one-hit wonder. It makes you the flavor of the month. You make one song, it reaches the top of the charts, but your succeeding records won't count for anything because everyone knows that drawing attention, saying catchy phrases and having an opinion doesn't make you talented. It makes you a bored little bitch who doesn't know what to do with her life, so she starts scribbling random words. It makes you a disposable commodity. And I am willing to bet that it would be the same case for the Vixens Championship, when you show your ass at Pain for Pride as champion one moment, and the next having to explain why you couldn't keep your promises further and why you failed to hold on to the gold for more than a month as you got defeated by the person you swore you surpassed, all because you let your guard down for one moment thinking that you got this handled when it’s going to take more than a little extra effort to take me out for good. Because you can win crowns and championships all you can, but the true test of living up to the name and representing the gold is where you will most certainly fail at. And just like before, your temporary spotlight will start to flicker and die. People see you as a Champion now, but they will forget about these moments soon after when I let the world see how easy it is for a stronger warrior with a brighter fire to defeat you and take away everything you've worked so hard for in a split second. 

Take the hint as you're supposed to -- I don't give a damn who you are. You can be a goddess, you can be a warlock, you can be a king, a magician, an empress... but if you are dirt to the Heart Break Gal, then dirt will you be treated as, and nothing more. No crown on your head is going to make me bow down to you. No moment of victory is enough to make my jaw drop in awe. And certainly no Championship around your waist can ever make me see you as a hindrance to my own success. You are not that special for me to pay attention to, Aria. I don't go insane over your wish lists for Christmas, or your vacation plans in the next couple of months. I don't drown in my own tears over the fact that you've actually racked up a victory over me by any kind of fluke, because the only thing I am concerned about is getting that gold around my waist no matter who my opponent is. The stage is set, and it's for me to take. You are going to wallow in tears when you lose to me, so much that you start questioning your place in this industry and where your skills are really taking you. You are going to walk out humiliated over the fact that you've confirmed every assumption and every opinion of mine about you that turned out to be right, and you'll continue pointing out flaws of mine that nobody really cares about if it meant getting a rematch against the Heart Break Gal in a feeble attempt to get the Championship back. Seriously, Aria, I am one of the biggest bullies in the wrestling industry, do you think I give a rat’s ass about you "exposing" me and telling me that I’m not the main attraction? What are these assumptions and claims gonna do, kill me? Am I supposed to cry over it? Am I supposed to just take your word and care about whatever bragging and boasting you do to my face? Am I supposed to feel bad for bringing up how I defeated you on Voltage a couple of weeks back, when prior to Triple Threat, literally the only thing you wanted to talk about is how much you and your boyfriend defeated The Mercenaries back in fuckin' October? I am upfront, I sneak into situations. I break glass ceilings. I find ways to give myself countless opportunities for Championships, and no matter how much I get defeated, I stake my pride on the line just to make another Championship match happen. I am an opportunist, okay? I am a sadistic snake who doesn't care who she's hurting as long as she has everything to gain. I have proven that when I placed myself in the Triple Threat match. I used Eris to put myself in the main event, and no matter how many times you tell me how bad of an act that was, do you really think I would tear up or even bat an eye? But now it's different isn't it? I earned the Championship spot, as promised. I defeated you when you had all the confidence, and all the momentum, and all the reasons to show The Heart Break Gal the same courtesy you did her at Triple Threat, it was the assurance that your win over me wasn't from luck but from skill, but you didn't do that not because you didn't want to, but because you couldn't. Three measly seconds was enough to shake you. Three measly seconds was enough to prove you wrong. It was enough to make you question everything around you and why you're still standing here, when you couldn't even defeat the person you won the title against a few weeks back. I didn't need to influence or "pull" anyone and I never twisted anyone's arm. I offered, and you stupidly accepted it. You're supposed to make smart decisions as Champion, but you showed everyone just how much of a moron you are by accepting this challenge. It was enough to make you cave, and realize that what happened at Triple Threat might just be a fluke after all, that Pain for Pride could be the end of your reign, and somehow you don't even see that happening because you're still stuck in the honeymoon period inhaling all the glory of your win, while I am right here, focused on taking it away from you. 

Defeating you didn't give me any sense of satisfaction, because it is exactly what I expect of myself. Even with my hands tied behind my back. Even if I’m blindfolded. Even if you dig a hundred glass shards into my flesh. I can still score a victory against you without any problem. I risked everything at Triple Threat, and if I were another competitor in this company, I would have nothing to give anymore. But here I am showing up at the grandest stage of EAW as I did the year before, gunning for a Championship that people don't believe I deserve. And just like a year ago, I will do what nobody expects. I am making history. I am winning the Vixens Championship. I am putting an early end to your precious reign. I already let this opportunity slide a month ago, and it's not happening again. I am keeping the Vixens Championship for the long run, and I am NOT going to let the likes of you bastardize that title again. At Pain for Pride, I will truly get satisfaction. I will set the stage on fire, I will watch you burn. 

You will be left with nothing. No Championship belt to hold. No dreams to follow again.

Nothing but the scent of your burnt skin and forgotten dreams.

Nothing but the ashes of what used to be your success.

You know what, Dubian? This? This, at the end of the day, is because of you. You're the one who had to further things between us, you're the one who had to run your mouth and talk a bunch of BS --- every time you've opened your mouth these past few weeks, every cowardly act you've done? You're digging your own grave. Because every time I hear you talk and COMPLAIN about what's fair and what isn't, you show how SPINELESS you are after that. You've reminded me of something. You've reminded me of the other two scumbags in this match but they're scumbags because they've had others do their dirty work. You're a scumbag because you had to try to make a yourself known at my expense but that was a mistake. Because no one, NO ONE IS GOING TO MAKE A NAME FOR THEMSELVES AT MY EXPENSE, NO ONE IS GOING TO TRY TO FURTHER THEIR CAREER AT MY EXPENSE, NO ONE IS GOING TO EVEN SUCCEED AT MY EXPENSE. You thought you could do that, you thought you could run your mouth but you could never get your hands dirty. You sit there, running your mouth but when push comes to shove? You don't even have the balls to shove back yourself. No, no, no. You'd rather sit back and watch everyone else shove each other and then you pick your spots. For you, that's a strategy but for me? That's being a wuss. I pick my spots here and there but I'm not going to be shoved, I'm going to step up to whoever it is that's shoving me. I'm going to stare into their eyes and I'm going to shove them back because I'm not a wuss like you, Dubian. I'm not some coward. You might not shove back but if you shove me, I'm going to shove you down. You know something? None of this would be happening right now. If you had any brains inside of that thick skull of yours, this could've been avoided. I'm not going to lie and say it would've been painless but you know what it would've been, Dubian? It would've been quick, it would've been effortless. Name-calling isn't going to get you anywhere either. You're a moron for not OWNING UP and you're even more of a moron for trying to take me on yourself but it seems you, Y2Impact and Ares Vendetta are trying to take me out before this match starts. Under any other circumstances, I'd APPLAUD you but you like everything else you've ever done, you don't have the guts to face me yourself. You don't have it in you to do what you say you're going to do to me. You don't have it takes to regain the title you lost. You don't have what it takes to outlast three other competitors. You don't have what it takes to be where I'm at. You think that you've had hardships and you might have, you might have had a few small hardships but that's the thing; the hardships you've had were small, minimal. You've had your stalemates, actually, you've had multiple stalemates but you've managed to get back into the ring and get back to where you used to be. Sadly, this time, you haven't gotten back to where you used to be. You're doing whatever you have to, to get back to that point in your career in which you were on top with the title but you're going to be thinking about what it was like because you're never going to get back to that point in your career, not if you're standing before me. You're not going to even get CLOSE to regaining the Answers World Championship. You're not going to even GRAZE it with your fingertips because it's going to slip right through them like how it has before. You're not going to take back what belongs to you because I'm standing before you. If you know what I'm capable of, then you'd know not to mess with me. You'd know that, after everything I've done in my career, to those that stabbed me in the back and to those that wronged me. You'd know that I'd do whatever I have to, to get back at you, to get revenge. Yeah, revenge might be on the back of my mind but that's not going to blind me from what I have to do out there this Sunday. My sights aren't blurry; my sights are on you, on Y2Impact and on Ares Vendetta. I'm not going to take my eyes off of either one of you. Because my eyes are so fixated on what's at stake. Like I've said, it takes one second... one moment... for me to take what you think belongs to you. This week, I'm prepared for you. Each one of you. Which means there's no blindsiding, NONE OF IT. Without that, without your cheap and underhanded tactics, you have nothing. Nothing but your mouth and after you realize that's not going to get you out of the situation, you're going to run but there isn't going be anywhere to run to. Because this isn't some brawl, this isn't a fight that's going to spill out to the crowd, oh no. This is a match and rest assured, Dubian, you're going to have a hard time but I know you. I know that you're not going to take me or anything I've said seriously. You're going disregard it but after the bell rings and you're standing face to face with me? You're going to realize the mistake you made. You're going to wonder what you have gotten yourself into. Like every other scumbag I've had to put in the ground before you, you're going to realize that you arrogantly, foolishly got yourself into trouble but then? After you realize? It's too late.

I am not sure if you had noticed Ares but I do not exactly abide by the rules anymore, they have limited me far too much in the past and are not exactly too pleasurable. The only thing I can really put faith in by this point in my career is myself. And I know that if I keep on this path then I will eventually get back what is justly mine. If that means estranging the better lot of the roster than so be it because once you are world champion, everyone is going to come after you regardless of whether it is friend or foe. So if you really are keen on presuming that I will encircle myself and not let my inhumanity savage your realms, then do so at your own expense. I must have you know that the man you attacked seven months ago who was on the podium as Answers World Champion of the Year after a tremendous year was only a shadow of the man you see before you today. If a tender me could take this company to its full limit then I really do dread what disorder a full-fledged me can cause to this company. And what that means for you Ares is that you really do not know me. You might think that you know the Devan Dubian whose plans you foiled a few months ago but once you enter the ring this Pain for Pride, I want you to waver in fear knowing that the beast manifest that you awoke is your liability and yours alone. I am not referring to any cliche concealed capability that I found in my absence from this company but rather a more energetic mindset that allows me to see things a bit more clearly. Like the matter fact that I realized that you have had things handed to you far too often till now, whereas I endeavored in the middle of the pecking for almost four years, you have seen yourself rising to the top in such a short time. When you have everything fed to you in a silver spoon, you sometimes forget how the base of ground looks like in order to humble myself but I am more than willing to take one for the team by acquainting you to the ground and letting you know exactly what I think of your family's name. There is usually something called respect between adversaries regardless of how heated their bad blood is but I think you and I both know that we have already transcended the point of no return. And I will see to it that I only need the one chance to finish you off. I have been derided with inquiries asking me about my future after Pain for Pride if by some miracle I do not walk out of there champion and my response is as straightforward as it can be. Stop hoping for a phenomenon and focus on reality because there is no way in any universe I am not walking out of Pain for Pride as the Answers World Champion after all I have given up to get here. This is a match in which you do not even have to be involved in the ending scenario to be declared a winner but I will stop any and every scheme that does not see me as a champion by the end of the match. You had the satisfaction of sending me to Hell for months Ares so do not be so alarmed that Lucifer has return to exact his revenge, this match whether you choose to believe it or not is just a stepping stone for me. The plans I have as world champion after Voltage is when things get really refreshing. But for now, I will show you exactly what transpired in those few months you sent me away and exactly what the ramifications of that are come this weekend at Pain for Pride.

The only difference between the kind of selfish I am and the kind of selfish you are Tyler Parker is the matter of fact that I am openly willing to admit that I am a narcissistic arsehole whilst you go on about how you intend to make everything right. I know what that feels like Tyler Parker, I lived that hardship for many years and the only thing it brought me was a stalemate and then another stalemate. I could not get anything done but it was supposedly all good because the fans were behind me and that is what matters more than anything else in this company apparently. That is what I thought it was all about anyways till I figured out that those same fans forsake you in your time of need to go after a more present trend because they find it more compelling. That is the kind of world that you are living in now Tyler, you feel the pressure coming down on you because you realize that if you do not win this weekend then your career might as well be over. If you do not walk out of Pain for Pride as the Answers World Champion, these fans might not ever even give you a second look again. And that is the affluence of being an arsehole such as myself because regardless of whether I win or lose this weekend, the only person I am personally affecting is the only one that really matters, myself. I do not need sympathy from you, the fans or anyone else because I know all that I have sacrificed to get this far and I know it will be enough to get me that World Championship. After all, it is the most pertinent object in this match. It is what we are all fighting for after all so excuse me if I feel the need to claim something which is undoubtedly mine belongs to me. The difference between your claims and my claims is that I actually held the Answers World Champion on my shoulder for a good amount of months, your assertion is backed by a 'tie-win' a month ago where you never even got to sniff the real championship. So obviously you are not as poignant as I am because I actually know what it feels like to be there, you have only still snuffled it at best. And perhaps the saddest thing is that that 'tie-win' a month ago was probably the closest you were ever going to get to sniffing that world championship because you certainly are not going to be walking out of Pain for Pride as World Champion. If it makes you feel better however, I will forswear and let you think that true gladiators know when it is time to surrender and withdraw so your stature as 'one of the best' in EAW is not tarnished whatsoever. Of course if anything keeps up with your conscientious precept then it is fine for you. You see, I do not question your work ethic or your persistence Tyler, I know all too well of what you are capable of. I am not some outfox that you make me out to be, I have seen you thrive in rugged situations before but this is all too different. This is more tremendous than anything ever you have been involved in the past and if you really do not intend to heed my warnings then you are going to be in for a major shock come this weekend. When you finally realize that you have entered something even bigger than supposedly even you, it will have already been too late. I am the only one who can see this through, the only one.

 

Though I'm going to be offensive against Devan Dubian and Ares Vendetta, I'm going to be more defensive against you, Impact. Because I know, if I blink, you could make me regret it. You can capitalize before I can do anything about it. You're a quick thinker, you're quick on your feet. You can run circles 'round your opponents but you can't run circles 'round me. If you could, then you would have a few weeks ago but like our past few matches, you haven't capitalized on anything. Slacking, huh? Because that's what I think any time I think of you. I think of how you've barely done anything, how you've hardly given me a challenge, how you've been restricted because of the leash your girlfriend has you on. You can act like you've done what you've done in the past year by yourself but you and I both know you haven't accomplished anything without Heart Break Gal. The Tag Team titles? You couldn't have done that by yourself. Leading Hexa-gun? You had to have her co-lead. You haven't done anything by yourself in the past year, regardless of what you like to think. What's something you've done in the past few months that's noteworthy? Something big, not something small that you've picked at. Because I've noticed how you like to pick at the small things. You picked at the small things even after you lost to me. You picked at the small things and tried to convince me that you could've won. Not because it was one-sided because it wasn't but because you weren't quicker than me. You weren't quick thinking, you weren't quick on your feet. To you, that's a fluke but to me and everyone else? You couldn't figure me out. You couldn't figure out what I was going to do. You couldn't figure me out and capitalize like you would against any other opponent but Impact, you know, I'm not like any other opponent you've had. I'm not like Devan Dubian and I'm not like Ares Vendetta. You have small wins against me but it was here, two years ago, that I embarrassed you in front of everyone. It was here, Impact, that I successfully retained the National Extreme Championship. It was here, that your career ended. That's your backstory in this match --- your career ended two years ago and two years later, your career hasn't been revived. You haven't rectified your loss. You haven't rejuvenated yourself. Your career has been in the soiled dirt and in a few days, you're not going to get it out of there. You're stagnant and that's the truth of it. You won't like hearing that but I wouldn't lie to you. We might have our differences but I wouldn't boldly lie to you like that. Because if I wouldn't lie to myself, then I wouldn't lie to others. What you've said is redundant. We could go back and forth, back and forth but you've lied to yourself so much that you've managed to make others think that you are what you say you are but what you are, truthfully, is a doormat. You get stepped on so much, from your girlfriend and from everyone else and in a few days, I'm going to step on you while the referee raises my arm. I'm going to step on you, on your chest and on your throat --- I'm going to cut off your figurative life support. I know that irks you, I know that bothers you, I know you're getting gray hairs thinking about what I could do to you and am going to do to you. I'm going to keep you from breathing, I'm going to keep you from getting your seventh reign. I'm unlike anyone you've ever faced before. Others step into the ring with you expecting a fair fight. Expecting even the SLIGHTEST bit of sportsmanship from you but me? I know better. I know you better than anyone else in the locker room, I know you better than your girlfriend and I know what to expect from you. I know you'd do anything and everything to win except actually play fair. You're going to resort to the cheapest, dirtiest tactics you can think of to try and get that seventh reign that eludes you. You know you're not going to get it, not at Pain for Pride. You know that, right? You're going to saunter down to the ring with a smug smirk plastered on your face, acting like you've got the upper hand but you know the truth. You know how this is going to end. Because at the end of the day, it's not going to matter what you try to do. It's not going to matter how LOW you manage to go because I've been here before, I've seen your tricks, you don't have anything up your sleeve. You've overused your bag of tricks and I've overcome each and every one of them. What's left, huh? Nothing. Because for years, you've been the same. Pulling the same tricks, doing the same thing and it's gotten you this far, I give you that. You know, like I know, you've managed to slip by me one time. One time and that was months ago. I'm at the top of my game, in the best shape of my life and you? You don't have the time or the strength to take me down but go ahead and try. I'm still the same. I'm still the same competitor that goes out there to the ring, night after night and show that I am what I say I am. I'm still the same competitor who, every time I step into the ring, I raise the bar. I'm still the same competitor who, no matter who or what is put in front of me, I keep going and I keep grinding my way to the top because my entire life, I've never been given anything and that's okay because I wouldn't want it any other way. That's who I am and if you look, you'd see for yourself but though I'm still the same? You are too. Because you think that this is going to be some sort of cake walk and that's going to make it that much more satisfying for me to kick your head in like I have twice in the past two years. You refuse to be embarrassed but Impact, you embarrassed yourself after the things you've said. How could you endure more than me? How could you know what it's like to bruise your knees and get back up to your feet? How could you feel what I've felt? You never had it hard like I had but that's okay, try to relate to me, try to make everyone think that you've robbed me of my innocence, of my childhood but it's typical, real typical of you to take credit for something you haven't even done. Typical of you to twist things and make it seem like you could endure more than me and last longer than me. You can't even last long with your girlfriend. You and I haven't changed, Impact. You're still the scumbag who's too cowardly to fight your own battles and I'm still the one you haven't beaten at the top of my game. You can use every dirty trick in the book if you want but this? This is history repeating itself yet again and it ends with you, flat on your back and me standing in the middle of the ring with my arm raised and while you're down on the mat, staring up at the rafters and that familiar feeling sets in? You lost... again.

 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 


 
 
 


 
 

Typical. I unleash the facts, and Tyler goes back to spouting nonsense and telling me I have no career, telling me that after Pain for Pride I’ll be unable to walk out with my own power. I heard the same tin can, junkyard, trash heap, broken machine talk from Mr. DEDEDE, yet even though he skimmed by on the hair of his toes with a victory against me, he didn’t break me because I would then go on a venture out into the unknown and discover a light that none of you could find: The Grand Rampage. How many other wrestlers could come back from a loss like that so quickly and maintain their composure? Most couldn’t, but I was uniquely equipped to stay grounded and continue pursuing greatness because I remembered something so many people forget after a crushing loss: The Three P’s — perseverance, purpose, and perspective. I persevered when so many other wrestlers would have hung up their boots and called it quits; when so many other wrestlers would have taken their ball and went home, I stayed. I stayed because I knew if anyone could endure that hardship and complete a redemption story, it would be me. I stayed because I refused to let the lasting image the EAW audience saw of me be that of a loser who was effectively responsible for the demise of his faction. But most importantly, I stayed because I knew I wasn’t finished. Since returning last year, I’ve rarely lost. I’ve beaten champions, I’ve conquered brands, and I’ve made history — but the dark cloud hovering above me, the vision of 7 reigns, it follows me around like a shadow and it controls my existence. It inspires me to continue taking steps on the ladder when others would have already packed it in and bent their knee. I realized my purpose, I understood my purpose, and I knew that until I fulfilled my purpose, whether I was watching other wrestlers on television from the cozy confines of my home or competing on weekly shows, my thirst for greatness wouldn’t be quenched until I again captured the World Championship. Tyler Parker drives himself to new heights because he has a giant chip on his shoulder, he always wants to prove that he’s the Liege of Light, and I can’t blame him for saying that his experience with me changed him; that when I twisted the knife into his back two years ago, he became a different person. I am forever a part of Tyler Parker. His legacy and his actions will always be connected to mine. But that doesn’t mean we share the same motivations; in fact, they couldn’t be more opposite. My motivation is very different than Tyler’s. Tyler is motivated by revenge and the desire to prove to everyone that a kid’s boyhood dream can become a reality. I’m fueled by ambition, and I don’t care how heavily the odds are stacked against me, instead I’d rather remind you all that I’ve danced under the magnifying glass before. I’ve been on this rodeo before. I’m no stranger to the spotlight. Out of anyone in the four-way Answers World Championship match at Pain for Pride, champion and challengers, the purest sign of who the real favorite is in this match is a peek into the history books at an inimitable Machine who shunned the word “impossible” and dared to dream so greatly that he actually managed to blur the lines between fantasy and reality and make people question the very world they live in. Tyler Parker can try to ride roughshod on my name and claim that I’m living through the past, but he’ll bend the facts like a pretzel because, in his eyes, the ends justify the means. He even admitted it himself, saying it doesn’t matter if he revises history or if he’s wrong about something because it won’t change the result on Sunday night. That’s fine, I think that’s the allure of Tyler Parker more than anything else, the fact that he openly admits to who he is without dressing himself up in costumes like an Ares Vendetta or a Devan Dubian — he’s comfortable in his own skin; the skin of a Monster. He was molded by his experiences, he was molded by his father and grandfather who imparted wisdom into him as a six-year old child and taught him how to fend for himself, how to endure… But there’s just one problem — I endure better… LONGER. Tyler can scratch and claw and think of himself as a scuba diver trying to swim ashore and escape a sea full of bloodthirsty sharks with the treasure found in the deep recesses of the ocean, it doesn’t matter, but right when he thinks he’s eluded his enemies, when Ares Vendetta and Devan Dubian are down for the count, I’ll come swooping in with the speed of a cheetah drowning him right before he can get his head above water. So you’re right, Tyler, I robbed you of your innocence, I stole your childhood, and I ain’t Donny Osmond, but on Sunday I’m gonna finish what I started two years ago and make a man out of you.

Because right now? You’re still a boy. Still a child. Your evolution is incomplete. You haven’t reached your final form, but once you step into the hellish playground with me at Pain for Pride again, history won’t repeat itself. You won’t walk away with consecutive falls; you won’t even walk away with one fall. You won’t walk away as The Liege of Light. You won’t walk way as the apprentice of Mr. DEDEDE. You won’t walk away as the Quintessential Successor — you’ll walk away as a loser. As a disappointment. And you’ll be forced to go out in a suit on the next show explaining why you lost and vowing to change your fortunes even if it means approaching your entire career differently. Because the problem with you is you think you can get by in this cutthroat business by being everybody’s friend and playing the good soldier. You think you can dominate and be the master of the woods without preying on the weak and taking advantage of others. You think you’re going to expose me as a fraud at Pain for Pride? There’s no point in doing that, because I haven’t pulled the wool over everyone’s eyes… Only over YOUR eyes. I told everyone else exactly what I was, exactly as I have for years: An opportunist, a risk-taker, a moment-seizer. I never lied to anybody… Except for you. I am the catalyst for your renaissance in this company. When everybody was trashing you and running your name through the mud, when you were a punchline and a recipient of the esteemed Bust of the Year award, I still held out hope for you — hope that you might one day return and right your wrongs. And when nobody in EAW wanted to open their doors to let you back in, I vouched for you. I risked my reputation as a leader and stood up for you when everybody else talking shit about you behind your back were just happy followers. People were disagreeing with me, they were saying how you had no respect for the business, but I believed in your second chance. I was convinced that you had reformed — and you did change. You were an infinitely more skilled wrestler upon your return to EAW, and I guess it’s because you lost the attitude and remembered to respect your chances and feel blessed for what you have because there was a time where, in your words, you had no pot to piss in. I gave you a chance when nobody else would, and instead of accepting that I beat you to a pulp to teach you a lesson, you went rogue and started acting like I betrayed you. You had lost your first World Heavyweight Championship to Mikado Sekaiichi, and it’s entirely because of me, because I taught you the nature of this business, because I showed you the nature of the beast, that you were able to rebound and later defeat Mr. DEDEDE instead of nosediving on a downward spiral and never fully reaching your potential. When I betrayed you, I showed you what it means to be extreme. The master taught the student a lesson that neither his dad nor his grandfather ever could, and it hurts you to admit that because you turned into a wounded animal after I dug the knife in your back, you started getting sympathy from everyone, but what you should really be doing is thanking me. Thanking me for allowing you to reign as World Heavyweight Champion for upwards of six months. But nah, no fruit baskets delivered to my home, no “thank you” notes, no reimbursement, and it’s fine; you’ve chosen to repay me with contempt instead of giving me my due respect. At Pain for Pride, I’m collecting a debt from you. You’ve been posing all along as the Overseer of the Woods, but the truth is you’re still learning, and at Pain for Pride, the master is teaching the student his final lesson; and it’s going to be one you’ll never forget.

Say it louder why don’t you? Come on Nick, I don’t think just everyone heard you.   You know what I’m glad guys like you and Phoenix are so happy that instead of beating Ares you gave him a run for his money.  Yeah that’s right let’s brag about ALMOST beating someone I’m sure that’s going to help in the future Nick.  Is that what you’ll do after Pain for Pride when applying for the local Walmarts in Dallas when they ask what you bring to too the table?  “You know I kind of gave Ares a run for his money and I even got to climb the ladder once during the Cash in the Vault match, I ALSO LIKE TO YELL SOMETIMES FOR NO REASON BECAUSE IT MAKES ME SEEM COOLER”!  Nick did my question strike a nerve because instead of answering it.  You dodged it by telling me that was a middle school insult.   Nick you know what I envision you post Pain for Pride?  I envision you selling fake Tony Romo Jerseys outside of AT&T stadium.  You already got the very convincing loud and annoying salesman voice.  “TONY ROMO JERSYS FOR SALE! I SAID TONY ROMO JERSEYS FOR SALE”!  While I’m somewhere backstage debating with Big Mike whether I want to cash in my briefcase yet or not.   So while you’re telling everyone how you gave Ares a run for his money something he probably doesn’t even remember I’ll be the man he thinks about day in and day out praying I don’t cash in on him.  Like Impact used to tell me it’s not about almost winning it’s not about all the cool and flashy shit you do because at the end of the day guess what? It doesn’t matter unless you are the winner.  You can hit the Ground Zero on me through a flaming table.  If you don’t win though it won’t matter.  Sure it’ll be cool, sure it’ll be the most viewed video on YouTube.  Nick you’re right I did feed into the “Rumors” about you complaining and so has anyone else with a working brain.  Sure giving Ares a run for his money helped Phoenix get into Cash in the Vault you though? Yeah I doubt it Nick.  Only 2 ways you got into this match either you complained and whined your way into the match like we think (Know) you did or… Well I have kids watching so I want bring up the 2^nd way but you get the gist don’t you Nick?  I will forget all the compliments you gave me, to be honest I don’t even know what type of compliments you gave me and that’s because I don’t care.  I don’t need compliments from someone who hasn’t been relevant nor entertaining since 2013.   NICK ANGEL YOU CAN YELL ALL YOU WANT, BUT IT WAS YOU! It was you Nick who signed your own death wish the minute you’ve cried your way into this match. 
 
Wow your hands are rated E for everyone?  I’m shaking in my boots I thought those hands were just for ALMOST winning matches.  Now that I know their rated E for everyone I don’t know what I’ll do it’s really creeping me out just thinking about it…
 
Now Phoenix how was my acting then huh? Did I play that role good? I mean it had to be better than the performance you just gave.   Wow so the fans believe in you whether you speak or not?  Who knew you were such a star because I certainly didn’t.  I mean it doesn’t seem like that online though Phoenix everywhere I went people were asking where’s Phoenix? Why hasn’t he spoke yet?  Matter of fact before I even knew you finally spoke up Big Mike showed me a meme where your face was photo shopped onto that little fish Dory and it said “Finding Phoenix”.   Man you guys on the internet are ruthless.  I’m sure that meme will occur again after Pain for Pride as well.  After I mop the floor with you and everyone else in the match and I’m on top of that ladder.  People will ask where Phoenix was when you needed him.  Where was our hero when you needed him most?  You know kind of like how Golden State fans reacted after game 7 to Steph Curry.   See Phoenix I don’t need Big Mike to help me succeed.  Isn’t that joke over used already? Why can’t any of you just come up with some new material? It’s always the same shit.    Oh that’s right Phoenix it doesn’t matter what you say because talking just isn’t how you get down right?  So it doesn’t matter what you say you don’t like doing this in the first place.  No need to ask Impact, no need to ask Ares however just know this match will end just like those 2.  With you being so close to winning just inches away from grabbing the briefcase just to be knocked off the ladder and watch someone else win.   It’s like I said to Nick why brag about ALMOST winning that just makes no sense to me.  Why can’t you brag about a time you actually won like Rex or Tig have? Go ahead I’ll give you time to go ahead and find something to brag about…   Yeah I didn’t think so Phoenix. So you jumped from 20 feet? That’s cool as hell hopefully the fans remember what type you move you did when they jump from higher to their deaths when they realize their hero wasn’t that much of a hero after all.   I don’t want these hands? Shit I probably don’t.   You know what I do want though? I want to be successful I want to be able to brag about actually doing something and not ALMOST doing something and that’s not something we can relate on can we?  So go ahead Phoenix be very, very quiet because while your hunting almost doing things and hunting a bunch of cool stunts you plan on doing I’m hunting success.  I’m hunting for an actual victory...  Those hands of yours maybe rated E for everybody but success isn’t…
 
Success especially isn’t meant for this person. Rhaegar you couldn’t be any dumber could you? Comparing me to TLA in terms of jokes when in reality what I said was no joke you idiot.  I meant exactly what I said sure I didn’t mean you as a person would actually be dead.  I just meant this “Career” of yours if that’s what you want to call it.  Dies at Pain for Pride ironic isn’t it?  The same place you started this shitty career and being nothing but Johnny Ventura’s even shitter counterpart is the same place where it ends.  Maybe it’s time to go back to whatever Greek Village you came from and wrestle in the mud again because at Pain for Pride you’ll just be getting run through the mud all night long until this match ends.  You will be everyone’s personal punching bag and there’s not a single thing you can do or say to change that.  Compare me to you want it won’t change the fact that you are THE biggest joke EAW has ever had since well… Your older brother and at Pain for Pride you get put down just like he did.  Calculate all you want go ahead Rhaegar do all the math you want add it all up.  The numbers won’t change the chances you have of winning this match stays stuck on zero. 
 
Oh come on Nas really Big Mike jokes? Is that the best you got?  You poor, poor man Tig said everything else you wanted to say right?  Like me not accomplishing anything ever in my career.  So when you realize all of that has already been said what do you resort too?  You resort to jokes about me and Big Mike being some sort of couple.  If Rhaegar should have compared anyone to TLA it should have been you.  You can never just be yourself can you huh Nas?  From the name you have to how you act none if is original.  Everything you do is copied from everyone else Nas even the way you speak.  It’s all copied does actual man behind The Nas suck that bad? Is he that boring that he has to pretend to be all these other Elitist and people?  It’s a shame Nas it really is.  I almost hurt for you a little bit like it must be a sad, sad life.   That’s right Nas I want to know where God is.  Because when I look at you I don’t see a God I see a pitiful excuse for a man. I don’t see a God hell I don’t even see an Elitist.   What to know what the Lord really knows? It knows that Nas is a joke and a wannabe.  He knows Nas can’t win this match.  So like I told Phoenix go ahead do all the flippy shit you want go ahead out-show me all you want at the end of the day it won’t matter.  All those views you’ll get on Youtube won’t mean a god damn thing.  At the end of the day the same question will remain.  “But did he win”?
 
Tig I’ve heard it all before. I’m aware of me not accomplishing a single thing in this company.  That’s the exact reason I want this more than any of you do.  Do you think I want to continue this drought? From Suicide Kid to Chris Elite not a single thing has been done the only thing I’ve done that people remember in my career is damn near end Impacts career… Yet still lose the match.  People might also remember me screwing Mexican Samurai out of a title shot yet losing the match against him weeks later.   I don’t want to be none for almost doing things no I have higher standards than Nick and Phoenix.   I want to be known for doing something and winning a match.  Not almost winning a match not for some big flashy move.  I’m tired of being known for such things and that’s why at Pain for Pride I end that.  I break out of this shell and I want to thank guys like you for being another reason this shell will be broken.  Without you guys and your consistent reminders I don’t think I’d remember I haven’t done a damn thing.  I hope you know you are the reason why no more games will be played.  I am going out there to handle business not have fun.  I’m going out there to win not jump off of ladders just to please these fucking fans!  Tig I just want to ask you this.  After I win at Pain for Pride, after I do what I said I would and you look up at me while doing it.  The next time we cross paths whenever that might be.  What will you have to say then? There’s not a damn thing you could say because I said exactly what I would and you failed at stopping me.
 

I don’t care how many people want my head whether it’s 1 or 2 that doesn’t bother me.  Rex can use whatever shit move he has in his moveset that thinks is going to stop me but it won’t! I’m going to keep getting back up until I am literally dead or broken to the point where I can’t be fixed.  So go ahead make me a target in the match because soon enough after I’m Mr.CITV I’ll be a target to everyone!  Some would be scared about that and be nervous however I look forward to it.  I want everyone to have me on their maps and their radars after years of saying I’d never be on either things.   At Pain for Pride I go from the man who couldn’t accomplish a damn thing if an accomplishment smacked me in the face to a man who puts fear into the hearts of ALL the world champions in EAW.  So go ahead all of you keep fighting for the almost doing things and I’ll continue to fight for actually doing the damn thing.  Rex you claim we have to wait until Pain for Pride to find out who really wants it more and I say that’s a lie.  I already know how I bad I want it.  I want success more and you guys just want to make an impact.  Let’s just hope that impact takes you as far as my win will take me.