The training has been tougher than normal. It hasn't been no walk in the park, if that's what you're thinking. Beretta has been locked away in the gym, the past few days. He's heard the grumblings from Carson Ramsay but yet, he's still focused on the Pure Championship. His cardio has increased, the weight lifting has improved and the overall ground and pound has gotten better. He knows this won't be a wrestling match but that this will be a fight. Not just for Ramsay but for himself. Maybe they steal the card with this match but one thing is certain, Beretta is stealing that championship. A gym in South Bend is the setting, the blood, sweat and tears has been shed and the Italian accent is stronger than usual. 


It’s funny how one minute, you’re the best in the world and the next, you can’t stand the face you see in the mirror. I find it hysterical of how many people have called me a prick. Shit, when I signed my contract with EAW, management called me a prick to my face. I’ve been called every name in the book and look, I’m still right here. From every slut in the world to every douchebag that walks this earth. Yes, douchebags like you Ramsay. I’m still right here and after Grand Rampage, I will still be here. You can call me a waste of a roster spot but I won’t be much of a waste with that Pure Championship around my waist, if you know what I’m saying. I’ve had my ups and downs, just like yourself and you know what, that’s all part of the climb to the top of the mountain. 

You think that you’re going to be the guy who can make this my last fight? Nope. That won’t happen. So what I’ll do is pray to the cows that people like you, stop saying shit like that. I’ve heard it so many times that it really starts to lose it’s meaning, especially when I’m still here standing. You see, Ramsay, I’m not a nice guy. I don’t ever plan on being a nice guy. I’m a fighter and at Grand Rampage, I will fight you until I know you can’t fight anymore. When you have nothing left in the tank and I’m still burying bullets into your chest, what are you going to do? You’re going to quit and your run as a champion will end.

Apparently I’ve gotten more chances than others. Who are these others? A bunch of useless wrestlers who don’t deserve to be in the discussion next to me or you, for that matter. What about Phoenix Winterborn? All the chances he’s gotten and he’s sucked a fat one every time on the way down to failure. Look at Scott Oasis, he’s failed and failed and failed but to finally have gotten his grip on a World Championship. That only took like 7 years. Then I could go in on Nick Angel. The dude has had just as many chances as Terry Chambers but he’s at least gotten some championship matches to his resume. Yes, I’ve had my chances in a short amount of time here but I’ve already admitted to my failures. 

So while I’ve done my homework, what have you really done? You’re just trying to bury me further for the failures that I’ve already admitted to. That doesn’t make you look like a big bad champion. It makes you look like a big dumbass. As I swing my spoon-fed title shot, why don’t you swing for something other than the fact that I’ve done nothing to earn my keep? What will that leave you with? Fedora jokes and that I've been seen wearing a scarf? 
 
I can bash any wrestler I want. You want to know why? Because I’m that damn good. I put parts of my career in EAW on a plate for you and this is the bullshit you spew me? If you think you can verbally dismantle me, then fucking do it. You’re the champ. What are you waiting for? Or do you know that you have no other dirt to dig. You have no other words to say but that I’m past being a talentless bitch. It won’t feel very good when this beyond talentless bitch makes you look like a talentless bitch and takes your title. Have fun staring at yourself in the mirror with that one. 


As you get back on your high horse and start rambling, look in the mirror and remember that objects in the mirror are bigger than they appear. Right now, you think you’re bigger than you actually are You’re filling your head with this idea that I’m nothing and that you’re everything. Why? Because you’ve had a couple of successful title defense, good job buddy. Now step your game up because the real test starts in South Bend. I’ll keep my attitude the way it is so not only will I take you to the limit but so I can beat you. Don’t worry about my attitude or my character, worry about your damn self. Worry about how you’re going to join the list of people who live with regret. I’ve already tried and failed in the past, so I have nothing to lose. You have everything to lose because when you lose, it’ll be to the underdog. Like I said, you’ve been red hot as of late and that will end at Grand Rampage. As you keep thinking about how many bones the company has thrown me and how much of a waste of space I am. I’ll think about how you’ll be laying on the mat in South Bend and I’ll be standing over you with my championship. I’ll think about how the only thing you’ll be left with is regret and a wasted opportunity to shut me up. Forget about it…

Aren ...

I’m not sure if you are just really simple or if you are trying way too hard here to look more impressive than you actually are. You didn’t win the Tag Team Titles BEFORE Reckless Wiring 2014, I’m not sure how exactly you could have thought that when you won them on the Draft Show, you know, the show AFTER Pain for Pride? So unless I had too much to drink that year, could you remind me if for whatever reason, Reckless Wiring happened after Pain for Pride? I’m really confused here, am I just verbally destroying you this much that you really have nothing else to say but continuously lie about your own accomplishments or are you really that idiotic? I’m really not sure what else to say to you, I’m not really sure why I’m even wasting my time with a guy who has to continuously lie about his own accomplishments to make himself look good, why do you feel the need to lie about your accomplishments, Aren? You can’t say ‘well everybody fell for it’ considering you brought it up to ME when you were crying that I didn’t acknowledge your past ‘’accomplishments’’ and now you want to say you had everybody fooled when you didn’t even bring them up to anybody else? Why do you feel the need to lie, so much Aren? Why do you feel the need to make false claims about when you won titles? Did I really hurt your feelings or something? Was being labelled a choke artist just too much for you to take so you had to make up something so that I might just be impressed with you? That I might take you a bit more seriously? Well I’m sorry, because I’m finding it hard to even understand how somebody like you is even considered a Grand Rampage favourite when you can’t even get your facts straight. Seriously Aren, what type of bum has to lie about when they fucking won a title? What difference does it make? I’m sorry that you can’t be like me when I actually DID win a title on my FPV debut and don’t worry, you actually look that up if you want because I don’t need to lie like you do. What makes you really think that you are better than me? What makes you really believe that you are so much better than I am? All I see is a guy who is a worse version of Jamie O’Hara, all I see is a bum version of Jamie. All I see is a guy who chokes like Jamie does, but doesn’t even have a world title to his name like Jamie does. You’re not better than me and you can spout all day about you winning Grand Rampage, how you’ll do this or do that, you won’t. It’s all meaningless talk.

Chris Elite thinks that he isn’t a bum.

Chris Elite thinks he could step up to Dark Demon.

Chris Elite THINKS he has skill.

Oh no…Is Jamie O’Hara coming to kill me? Is Jamie O’Hara going to come and eliminate me now? Is that what everybody in this match is pinning their hopes on? All the pressure on Jamie, everybody getting down on their knees and begging to God that Jamie O’Hara can do what none of you bums can do yourselves? Jamie isn’t going to do a single thing to me, Jamie isn’t going to ‘kill me’ and I would love to see him try, I’ll be completely surprised if Jamie’s bum ass even bothers to show up for this match because I highly doubt he will, I’m leaning on the side right now that Jamie is scared of me, I’m leaning on the side that Jamie DOESN’T want to fight me and I’m leaning on the side that he won’t show up for this match. All Jamie is a one hit wonder, who had his little fifth teen minutes of fame and if he shows up, I’ll eliminate as easily as I’ll eliminate those choke artists in Aren Mstislav and Lucian Black. I wouldn’t be putting all my eggs in one basket here, Chris, I wouldn’t be hoping to God that Jamie can do what you can’t believe yourself will do. What type of man, what type of WINNER, has to rely on somebody else to do his own dirty work for him? You stupidly think that I ‘hate’ Jamie and that I’ll focus all my attention on him but what you’re failing to understand is, I don’t hate Jamie. Jamie isn’t worth my time hating, he might hate me and he might be obsessed with me, but I have no reason to hate a guy like him. I don’t have to waste my energy in hating a man who will never pose a threat to me, I don’t have to hate a man who doesn’t even have the balls to man up and say anything to me, I don’t have to hate people who are below me. If Jamie shows up, I’ll easily take him out without breaking a sweat and then what, Chris? What happens when Jamie is dumped out of the ring and I then decide to focus all my attention on YOU? What happens when the one guy you’re hoping to eliminate me fails and it’s left up to you to save the day? Do you really feel confident going up against me? Do you feel confident in trying to eliminate me, Chris? Do you really confident that I won’t find that chin and make you do the chicken dance before I eliminate you? Do you really feel confident that your skills in the ring are better than mine? Because I don’t feel like you do feel that confident, I don’t feel like you truly believe that you will win the Grand Rampage, maybe you’re delusional enough to believe it, afterall you and another bum like Thomas Minns were arguing about who was the ‘’face’’ of Showdown, when both of you idiots were in the middle of the card, but I think you know there is a huge difference from going from Thomas Minns …to facing somebody like me. I don’t think you can handle the pressure that comes from facing somebody like myself, I don’t think you can handle all the expectations that will come from trying to eliminate somebody like me because don’t get me wrong, I know damn well that there are 39 people looking to eliminate me, I know there are 39 people who all want to shut this loud mouth Irish guy up for once and for all but you have to REALLY ask yourself, are the man to shut me up? Are you REALLY the guy who is going to throw me over the top rope and get me down onto the ground? Have you ever thought what happens if you try eliminating me and you fail, Chris? Have you ever thought if you even put a hand on me that I’ll come after you and I do wonder if you truly want something like that. I don’t think you do, I think you’re the type to hide away in the corner and pray that somebody else takes me out, I think you’re the type to hide away and if Jamie gets eliminated, shit yourself because you know what is going to happen next.

Jamie isn’t going to save you.

And what is this talk about Carlos at least defending against ‘’men with skill’’, are you implying that I never successfully defended my title against worthy people? Is the Heart Break Boy, a guy who is somehow arguably considered the ‘Greatest of All Time’, NOT a worthy challenger now or are we just forgetting that I destroyed not ONCE, but TWICE at two back to back FPVs. Is he not a worthy challenger to my now former Hall of Fame Championship, Chris? Is Diamond Cage, a former EAW Champion, a man that I destroyed in his own speciality match inside a Cage of Death NOT considered to be a worthy challenger now, Chris? Are you REALLY this delusional? Are you REALLY this pathetic? If you thought you could have beaten me, why didn’t YOU answer those Open Challenges Chris? Why didn’t YOU step up and challenge me? I called out the ENTIRE EAW ROSTER and NOBODY had the balls to step up to me. They were a weekly thing, you could have easily shown up and challenged me, do you think I would have turned you down? Do you think I would have refused you? I’d have easily faced you, I’d have faced the whole roster if they had the balls to face me. I did those challenges because NOBODY had the balls to face me, expect Mexican Samurai. Not ONE person had the balls to come out and challenge me, not ONE had the balls to interrupt me and challenge me, Mexican Samurai is the only man who had it in him to interrupt me and challenge me to a match and I hope he wins the title this weekend because you know why? I respect people with balls, I respect people who have a spine like he did and not people like you. Not people like you who whine and complain about me making a mockery of the title when ALL I did during that reign was call people out and nobody wanted to face me, you could have challenged me and had the opportunity to actually win a title Chris! You could have been in the Hall of Fame!

You passed up THAT opportunity, the opportunity of a lifetime because you didn’t believe that you could beat me, just like how everybody else in this match is calling me out now, how they’re suddenly not afraid of me, how they’re putting up this great act of thinking I’m just full of shit and yet, WHERE WAS ALL THESE PEOPLE WHO THINK THEY COULD BEAT ME WHEN I WAS CALLING EVERYBODY OUT FOR EIGHT MONTHS! WHY IS A ROOKIE LIKE MEXICAN SAMURAI THE ONLY ONE WITH BALLS?

I see through your act Chris.

Grand Rampage IV: Chasing The Grail

"The pain that you've been feeling, can't compare to the joy that's coming."

All the setbacks and grieves which I have endured throughout the years have made me stronger. Facing obstacle after obstacle, scratching and clawing for the little I have had in my career turned me into the man I am today. I'm not going to lie. Admittedly it hasn't been easy. My knees have hit the ground more times than I can count. But every single time I am knocked down by adversity I get back up and I hit adversity back! I show adversity who's boss! I've been through so much. I hate to sound like a broken record but it's true. I've spent my whole life working hard and trying to hone my craft. I'm a fighter and my fight has been going on since the inception of my career, hell, since I saw the light for the first time. When I came into this company nearly seven years ago I had to prove many people wrong. Nobody believed in me, nobody thought I had what it took to become a successful elitist. I worked my ass off to excel, to get better and I did. I honed my craft in a way nobody ever did, I improved dramatically. Nobody ever expected me to become a champion but I beat Mister K and won the New Breed Championship, I established dominance over two of EAW's finest talents at the time and I became National Elite Champion. But there was still doubt in the minds of many, some questioned my skill and ability still. I earned the opportunity to fight for the Answers World Championship, I could have become the first elitist to win the title. I was unsuccessful, Y2Impact defeated me. But I gave him the match of his life. A match he won't ever forget. Part of me was satisfied with my work that night but part of me wasn't. I didn't just lose the opportunity to become Voltage's primary representative, to become THE first ever Answers World Champion. I lost confidence in myself, I lost my will to fight and I almost gave up but I didn't. I was exiled from the land of elite, but I FOUGHT to find my way back in and I did. I never surrendered my dreams, I never gave up the fight despite the fact I continually failed to win the big one. I'm still fighting. Fighting for a moment, a moment to shine, a moment to demonstrate what I am truly made of, a moment to fulfill what I always thought was my destiny. I'm chasing the grail still after all this time. Believe it or not, I am happy it has taken me this long. I'm happy the way things turned out because if - no, WHEN I win Grand Rampage my story will be legendary without the shadow of a doubt. I'll make history this weekend. Not The Russian Prince, not the so called Rainmaker and certainly NOT Greed. It's my time, my time to shine. All of you can keep on debating whether or not it in fact is. I know it is, I know I can do this, I know I WILL do this.


So Dark Demon doesn't think I am threat to him, he doesn't view me as a force to be reckoned with. Yet my name is constantly coming out of that big mouth of his.  It's as if there was a target illustrated on my back. I got every participant in the Grand Rampage match gunning for me, and honestly? I LOVE IT. Demon, maybe you're right. Maybe I have EVERYTHING to lose. This could be final shot at redemption, my last opportunity to become who I always thought I was destined to be. If I got everything to lose, if this is in fact my final shot, my last opportunity then you should run, you should hide. Because that means I will unleash the monster that dwells within me, that means what's left of my human side is about to change. You have no idea who I am, what I am capable of to defend my final shot, my last opportunity. You call yourself a Demon? You're looking at the fucking devil! Regardless what decision the management makes, good or bad, I will be exempt from it. It will not be effective on me. I could care less who they hand the World Heavyweight Championship to. One way or another, I am taking what is rightfully mine! I know I am good enough to be World Champion and that's all what matters to me. Their opinion about me is completely irrelevant to me. These people know I have what it takes, hell, you know I have what it takes so you can stop pretending you don't. You've seen what I can do, you know I have the requirements to become a success. To turn this tragedy into triumph. Everything you've said to me I have heard a million times before. Regardless what I say, regardless what you say our minds won't change. I won't be persuaded to believe what you're saying and you won't be persuaded to believe what I am saying. So we're basically just wasting our time here. There's nothing I can say to make you respect me but there is something I can do, there is something I WILL do to make you respect me and to prove you wrong and that is winning the Grand Rampage match.

Seemingly, JJ Silva hasn't been paying attention to anything I have said recently... Because I clearly stated I was done trying to eradicate corruption. I know that's an impossibility. Corruption can't be stopped. Yeah, I removed Zack Crash from power but corruption is still alive, it lives within him, within you, JJ. The progress corruption has been making can not be detained. As long as Omerta doesn't stand in my way your little group will be preserved, it will survive. But if you clowns try anything stupid I will make sure I utterly destroy each and every single one of you. I'm Dynasty's greatest liability??? I'm the reason Dynasty has been as successful as it has been the past couple of months, what the hell are you talking about? Since Pain For Pride 8 Dynasty's ratings have increased in a drastic manner. Scott Oasis isn't to blame for Dynasty's recent prosperity.. I AM. I'm glad you're willing to die. Because Silva so AM I. Actually, there's nothing I'm not willing to do to win Grand Rampage. I'll do whatever it takes to emerge victorious from this war. Even if it means betraying my convictions. I don't care. If I don't win Grand Rampage I won't get another opportunity to make it to the top. This is my final shot. I'm not going to waste my time or breath on you. You're not worthy. You won't even make it to the end of Grand Rampage if you step up in my face. I hope you got that. I hope you're not dumb enough to intervene with my plans otherwise.. consider yourself done.

You mock the fact I call you a scrub and insult you, Chris Elite. Hilarious, it's as if you don't actually think I believe what I'm saying and my words are just hot air, yet every time you get closer to that championship pedestal you long for, you just prove me right: that you're nothing more than an adrenaline junkie who prioritizes highlight reel moments over actually winning matches. Take your win in the Battle Royal last week on Showdown, for example. Excellent practice for the Grand Rampage and all, but that victory wasn't one you savored despite earning number one contendership for the Interwire Championship, was it? It's not going to be listed in the "Best of Chris Elite" blu-ray, it isn't going to be in your career biography, it's going to end up being virtually undocumented because it just didn't fill you with the kind of thrill that you crave, did it? Nah, you'd rather superkick me in the face or hit me with a steel chair and LOSE the match than barely skim by and win even if that victory launches your unremarkable, pedestrian career in the right direction. I have to commend you, though, at least you're intelligent enough to discern that vengeance on Chris Elite is far from a high priority of mine. It's all business with Y2Impact. No hard feelings when I throw you over the top rope. You proved with your penchant for the hardcore at last year's House of Glass that you're different from ordinary elitists that walk down EAW's halls in this era. I can respect that, but what I can't tolerate is the fact that you're obviously more concerned with creating a legacy as a high-flying stuntman than a winner. My extreme and your extreme are completely different beasts. I tap into my affinity for the hardcore not because I have an insatiable appetite for destruction or a psychopathic bloodlust, but because it's a valuable resource. What the fuck is an open-fist shot to the face going to do that a barbed-wire baseball bat can't? Absolutely nothing. You talk about how hitting me with a steel chair was just you finishing what you started, just trying to seek closure, and like everyone else in this match recklessly throwing dirt on the name of their tormenter, when the facts become inconvenient you resort to twisting the narrative because that's the only recourse you have for being a goddamn crybaby that can't handle losing. Closure would have been pinning me and actually winning a match. Closure would have been you and Silva winning the Tag Team Championships instead of just having a moment in the sun to reminisce about years later by which point you'll have forgotten the outcome of the match because lady luck didn't favor you. You ramble about the advantage I would have had heading into the Grand Rampage had Hexa-gun still been alive, how about The Iconomy? You're not confident they would have done anything to assist you, huh Chris? We can play this game all day, but the fact is I never asked for my allies to clear a pathway to victory for me; I never needed a miracle before, I didn't need one during Hexa-gun, and I damn sure don't need one now. I get things done myself without relying on other people to babysit me and that's exactly why people in search of leadership are drawn to me like a magnet; because they know I operate in the best interests of the collective instead of stringing them along like a puppet. Yet you, who so glowingly speaks of maiming me with thumbtacks and glass shards, a guy who prides himself on being a honcho of hardcore, turned a blind eye to the movement and decided it wasn't worth the trouble. I agree, nobody should trust me, I've already intimated that I have ZERO desire to forge an alliance to get ahead in the Grand Rampage and EVERY intention to go all-out taking no prisoners and eliminating everyone in sight, but I don't have to worry about anything and neither does HBG -- because I continue to prove as an agent of extreme and an undying, fervent supporter of the cause that I'm a man of my word. You turned your back on yours.

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OOC NOTE - Not sure if I could do it, but here is my third and final for this event. Thought all three turned out great. Goodluck to all!

When I was little kid, I had an unhealthy obsession with flames and it boiled over to the point that I took multiple strike matches and lit them in an ill-advised attempt to see how big the fire would become. What I thought was simple fun and games took an unexpected turn when the fire enveloped my fingertips and I had to struggle mightily to blow it out. That's exactly what you're doing right now, JJ Silva, so childishly fascinated with the fire that you lack the capacity to realize it WILL burn you. I was young, foolish, and learned my lesson from that experience, but I've maintained one pivotal attribute since then that has served me well both personally in my life and professionally in my career: THE HUNGER. You're too much of a wet-behind-the-ears greenhorn to grasp your folly and realize what a huge mistake you're making by trying to stack your weak-ass deck against me and make an enemy out of a guy who probably would have ignored you if you hadn't presumptuously flapped your gums and turned yourself into human target practice. You said it yourself, the Grand Rampage is a match that encompasses every element of EAW, yet you're such a hypocritical oblivious moron that you can't even practice what you preach, strategize your way through the all-important match, and ensure an easier landing spot for yourself. Nah, you'd rather go ahead and blindly disrespect me and talk about how every triumphant and great extremist eventually has to have a successor. I already crowned my successor and he's no longer in EAW, he was permanently put out of commission by Ares Vendetta at Fighting Spirit, and lo and behold I'M still here turning water into wine and making believers out of skeptics one by fucking one. And what exactly are you doing, JJ Silva? You're doing your damnedest to shed the third-rate label that's been associated with your name ever since you were the "leader" of The Iconomy and got outshone by every other member to the point you became a powerless figurehead puppet masquerading as the head but secretly just delivering the messages of your superiors Eclipse Diemos, Chris Elite, and even Cailin Dillon! Your objective shouldn't be to win the Grand Rampage, that's entirely out of the question, but by fooling yourself into believing you have so much as a snowball's chance in hell of catapulting yourself to the main event of Pain for Pride that belongs exclusively to ME, you're depriving yourself of an opportunity to eliminate as many of the other less formidable extremists as possible and now have NO chance to detach yourself from the stigma that's followed you around like a shadow for months. Congratulations, JJ, you just vacillate from one stance to another like an incompetent politician and it's gotten so bad you can't even follow the dogmatic principles you've sworn by. You played yourself.

There's this glass-half-full logic spouted by underachieving simpletons like JJ Silva that goes something like this: "I keep on getting kicked down, but my character is defined in my ability to always stand up." You really believe that, don't you, JJ? You think you can succeed by building from your failures, that all of your misfortune and poor execution in the ring will finally amount to something unthinkable and amazing happening to you, that all of those long, depressing drives home after a terribly fought defeat will make the moment you eventually achieve the victory of a lifetime that much sweeter. I hate to burst your bubble, but at the risk of turning you into an alcoholic hardened by the cruelties of a world that simply isn't fair, "failure after failure after failure" isn't a pattern that evolves into success. Lifetime .200 hitters don't suddenly emerge from a "career rut" and become superstars overnight. Career backup quarterbacks don't miraculously supplant starters and have record-breaking seasons. There's a difference between being overlooked by people too entrenched in their beliefs to acknowledge talent and guys like you who don't even register on my fucking radar. Now, are there success stories about people who came from humble beginnings? Of course there are, it's not uncommon for a few hundred people to rise from their poverty-stricken barren wasteland of a life and defect to the promise land allowing them to later become self-made millionaires, but how many more hundreds upon millions, even BILLIONS of people, are out there starving and suffering from starvation in third world countries? How many single mothers have been forced to watch their malnourished children slowly waste away and die because they couldn't afford food, or a child who helplessly watches their ailing mother -- in some cases their closest connection in life -- die before their very eyes and have no idea how to react because they're not yet able to process the reality of death? You're going to come at me with some souped-up bullshit about how I'm twisting your words and taking it the improbable extreme, but who the hell are you to talk about rising from failure or becoming an accomplished superstar's successor if you cannot even process the simple fact that people suffering through potentially fatal crises don't always end up marrying their high school sweetheart, or experiencing the unbridled joy of watching their flower girl throw the rose pedals around during the festivities, or have the money to buy the corvette or the lamborghini; in your case, not even the Yugo GV. That's a lesson you've sadly proven you won't learn until you're beaten into a bloody mess and carried out on a stretcher by EMTs. I don't give a shit. By will or by force. That's the name of the game. You can taste the blood all right; you just don't realize it's going to be your own.

*Chris Elite is shown in a room with Pierre McGuire and Big Mike is behind him with his arms folded*
 
 
Pierre: Hello, Chris I haven’t seen you since the whole experience with Myself, You, Big Mike and DJ Khaled.  With that being said though I have a lot of questions for you.  One of them being have you heard the last words of JJ? And if so what do you think about them? 
 

Chris Elite: I’ve heard what EAW’S Favorite Pet had to say about me.  It’s okay if I call you that isn’t it JJ?  I don’t think you have a problem with that.  Just like I don’t have a problem with being called Christopher it doesn’t matter what you call me it won’t change the result of Grand Rampage.   Okay I’m sorry maybe you are on a winning streak but when it wouldn’t be a streak if it wasn’t for your two owners.  Now I probably sound like a sad man who will make any excuse to make you seem bad but I’m being honest.  Without those men would your streak actually be a streak?  Would you have beaten Tig or Lucian without your two owners?  I don’t think so I mean sure my last couple of wins have been against scrubs.  However did I need any help to do so?  Even when they thought banning Big Mike from ringside would help me lose did it?  Can you say the same if you went one on one against someone like Brian Daniels without your two owners being at ringside?  Nah of course you can’t.  You need their help you need their motivation.  You need those two at ringside to say “Come on JJ you can do it I’ll give you a treat if you win JJ come on you can do it”.   I don’t need Big Mike to motivate me nor do I need him to speak for me like you claimed.  I speak for myself and I think for myself and just like me and everyone else who spoke against you claimed.  You can’t think for yourself you can’t talk for yourself.  Everything you say or do has to be approved by your higher ups.   I bet you had to ask Zack if you can call me Christopher.  Hell I bet you have to keep asking Zack if it’s okay to talk about the Iconomy.  That’s probably why you’re so mad I keep bringing it up so much.  “Man I wish Chris would stop bringing up Iconomy because every time I say that word I get one spanking from Zack.  As much as I like it, it’s really starting to hurt”.   Sorry about that JJ I won’t bring it up anymore.  I won’t talk about how I HAD the victory at HOG and not you.   I won’t talk about how I did everything entertaining in that group. I won’t bring it up anymore I’m sorry the facts are bothering you so much.    JJ I don’t want mercy to be shown at Grand Rampage.   I don’t need the crowd to help me especially against you.  You aren’t going to cause me any pain or agony in that match.  Just like I told Eclipse you guys are just talking to talk. You don’t mean any of it you know once you see me in that ring you’ll call for back up to try and take me out.    Also don’t use that whole “You beat a bunch of nobodies to earn a shot at gold” on me please don’t.  It doesn’t matter who they put in front of me I would have still earned my shot.   While you still don’t have a shot.   Try to build an empire all you want just know I’ll be right there to knock it down and make you start right from the beginning. 
 
Pierre:  Interesting.   Now I’m not sure if you’re aware but Impact has been throwing your name around a lot too.  Anything to say about that?
 
Chris Elite:  Ah, Impact.  It’s been a while hasn’t it?  Matter of fact the last time we’ve met wasn’t that when I beat you down with a steel chair?  I don’t think you’ve ever gotten your revenge on me for that.  Oh wait sorry Impact isn’t worried about that he doesn’t need to get any revenge on me isn’t that right?  You’ve done enough to gain that revenge before that even happened.   You’ve defeated me already.  You damn near destroyed the Iconomy.  However both of us are alone now.  I don’t have anyone holding me back and you don’t have any more soldiers left.   So next time I want to beat you down with a steel chair maybe at Grand Rampage?  I won’t have to make a run for it.  Nope I can finish what I started.   I mean to be honest when I did that I was just trying to finish what I started at House of Glass when I kicked you right in the jaw when your mouth was full of glass shards and thumbtacks.   It’s amazing though how you survived that isn’t it?  You survived me kicking shards of glass and thumbtacks down your throat.   You survived with me beating you down with a chair.   However will you be able to survive such a huge loss at Grand Rampage?   Wouldn’t that severely hurt that huge ego of yours?  Wait no nothing hurts you now.   You are the Machine.   You feel no pain but for some reason something tells me if I win that Grand Rampage that would break the “Machine” in half.   You couldn’t survive that.  You couldn’t survive this “Scrub” this “Failure” winning such a huge match and you not winning it.   I don’t think you handle anyone but you winning this.  Even if that dear friend of yours HBG won it. That would probably hurt you the most.   Watching your dear friend go onto main event Pain for Pride watching her have her own Match of the Universe.  That would probably eat you away wouldn’t it?  I mean it’s probably getting the point right now where these words are bothering you much you might do the unthinkable.   Spit in the face of Heart Break Gal and dump her over that top rope just to make sure what I just said doesn’t happen.   To be honest if Hexa-Gun was alive till this day and you didn’t fail at keeping them alive.  They’d probably help keep you alive going into this 40 man match.   When it’s all said and done though you would have just turned on them too.  That’s just the type of man you are Impact.  You can’t trust a machine.   So I hope HBG knows that and listens to me before you and her go on some sort of streak by eliminating anyone that steps in the way of you two.  Until it’s just the two of you left.  You would just throw her over that top rope and not feel one single regret about it. 
 
Machines don’t have emotions.  Do they? Still something tells me seeing anyone else win but you would kill you.   Might finally force your ass into retirement.    Those are just my thoughts though.  I could be wrong maybe you do want to see HBG win this or hell maybe HBG turns on you and becomes the first Vixen to main event Pain for Pride.  I doubt any of that happens though want to know why that is?  Because I’ll be the first “Scrub” to main event Pain for Pride.  From 24/7 Battle Royals to main eventing the entire event.   Usually something that only happens in movies though right?  Well I plan onto make it a reality.   I plan on taking those dreams of yours and main eventing Pain for Pride and crushing them.  Then maybe revenge on me would be worth it.  That’s what I have to say about Impact.
 
Now I’ve also heard someone else with my name in their mouth.   The big bad wolf Dark Demon.  The man loved to come out here and call me a bum.  He told Carlos he only defended his “Championship” against bums.   I mean I’m not trying to defend the guy but correct me if I’m wrong didn’t you do the same?  Weren’t you going around challenging people dressed up as Jesus or Santa?  Then when you beat them you made some big deal out of it like you actually defeated Jesus.   At least Carlos defeated men with skill.  Well speaking for myself anyway.   Demon this “Bum” would give you a run for your money and I know that huge ego of yours won’t admit it but it’s true.   Going against me isn’t no easy victory like you probably think it is.   It isn’t like those men dressed up to make you look better.  You will actually be forced to put some effort into it.  I know you don’t want to believe it. Hell you’ll probably do all the cursing in the world to make it so untrue.   Just trust me on this though I am no bum.  Also you aren’t hurting my feelings by saying that.  I’m not mad at you for saying this it’s your opinion.  A good one?  No but it’s an opinion nothing to get mad over however let me voice one of my opinions.  One I’m sure you’ll get very angry about.
 
 You won’t win Grand Rampage.  Yup I said it and I won’t end that sentence with the generic bull shit “You won’t win Grand Rampage… I will”.   You win it because of yourself.   That hatred you have for Jamie is going to be the end of you in that match.    Seeing Jamie in that ring is going to kill you.  You don’t want him to win this match.   Matter of fact I think you much rather see both of you getting eliminated and neither one of you winning.  Then actually winning yourself.  That’s how much hate you have for Jamie you’ll risk your chances of winning just to make sure he doesn’t.  Yet you not winning would probably drive you crazier than Impact if he doesn’t win.    We won’t hear the end of it from you.  You not winning that match despite it being your fault with all the hate you have for Jamie will be worse than that time Xavier snapped your arm.   But then again what do I know right?  I’m just the bum.  I don’t know anything.  Knowing you you’ll just come out here curse me out used all these forced insults on me and tell me how fucking stupid I am and how I know nothing.   That’s just something Demon does.  Not winning Grand Rampage will just be added onto that list of something Demon does.  Go ahead Demon bring your worst nothing you can say though will change my opinion.  Just like I’m sure nothing I can say can change your opinion about me.  So I’ll let my actions do that for me funny thing is.  While my actions probably change your opinion on me your actions will just prove my opinion to be much more than that.   Can’t wait to hear what you have to say though…  Pierre that’s all the time I have for now I have training to do….
 
 Pierre McGuire:  Okay then thanks for your time Chris.  Good Luck.
 
 
 *Camera fades*

This isn't your personal imaginary world --- where your deepest, most desired humored thoughts are able to live freely. There's a cost to every joke, and it's a cost that you'll soon pay. It'll cost you your happiness, your prestige, and your titles, and only then will you cease to laugh in the face of your enemies. But I've been inspired by you both, I've been inspired to take a whole different approach on how to address you. I know if I'm to speak with you in any for of seriousness, a joke will emerge from the ashes, and you will tear down any intensity that Cerberus has to offer. It's not often considered wise to fight fire with fire, but how bad can this situation worsen? With every passing year, month, week, day hour, minute, second... this form of hatred between us all will continue to grow larger, and spread like wildfire. Your hatred for The Pizza Boy forced in a firewall to prevent any further damage done to him, and this only provoked the retaliation of Drake and Jones. They portrayed Cerberus, and even The Pizza Boy as the superheroes who's purpose is to save the day no matter what the circumstances. Have you ever thought to yourself, if there weren't men like you... there wouldn't be the need for supposed heroic men like Cerberus? But even then I don't consider myself to wear the full domino mask that everyone pictures me in --- no, I acknowledge myself as an ordinary being who's decisions are just. These same decisions have followed me throughout time itself, and it's assisted me in making a somebody out of a complete nobody. That's where this apparent "hero" sprawled out of the dirt beneath our feet. The people rallied behind me, they cheered for me, they supported me, because they saw the undying heart of the underdog. Who previously played the role of the World Heavyweight Champion, but now seeks out another accolade. Does that make me a coward for not wanting to involve myself in with a foolish sort of crowd? I grow bored of the same old, same old... Omerta's "corruption" over Dynasty will soon pass by, and only play it's part as a failed notion to bring Zack Crash back to power. Tig Kelly, or even Lucian Black don't need my assistance in dethroning that weak bunch of tools. If I honestly wanted to, it feels as if it would take no effort in retrieving what I unjustly lost. But I also feel the need to fix some minor errors in the system, wipe their memory off the hard drive, and allow the division that unifies even the most unlikely pair of people to thrive again.

I want to offer fair competition to the division, something that hasn't been offered to them since Hexa-gun was able to get their dirty hands on the Tag Team Championships. It's stayed with that unite for far too long, and Cerberus has decided it's time for a change. While there's the small portion of "revenge for The Pizza Boy" that plays it's role nicely, there's also the need to loop back around, and step right back into the title picture. I've done my dues with the World Championship, and I can make you a promise that it will not be my last run with a World Championship. I will pursue the World Championship again at a later date, but wouldn't you enjoy that? It would bring you no greater pleasure for the division to stay dry, and bring about no threat to your reign as Tag Team Champions. That's what you want, and there's no denying your will to sneak by competition whenever you can. But we can't discredit that, as you so dearly love --- you have The Heart Break Boy his last match, you dethroned one of the greatest tag teams in The Mercenaries, but what else is there to it? You beat Stand and Deliver, you beat your own brethren, but failed to thrive as Hexa-gun... I mean, I can't take away the small amount of time that the former stable was able to rule over Voltage. That was surely a groundbreaking achievement in your careers. I mean, Tiberius Jones was itching to get off Dynasty so badly, because he was "unfairly" treated on the brand, and no matter how much he fought back --- the system always won. You weren't much of a fighter then, were you? You were National Elite Champion, and lost your title to a man who barely stuck around thereafter capturing it. But what now? You've found yourself back in the same place where you were some time ago... and it seems that your home brand hasn't missed your presence there. And that's not saying much, because Drake Jaeger was so much of a burden, they dropped him off on Dynasty to allow management to deal with his reckless attitude. It would appear to me that neither of you are wanted, and that there needs to be a change of tides. There was a point where you were both running along with bandits who were fearsome, but now that Hexa-gun was brought to a bitter end... there's nothing left for the two of you. What becomes of Drake and Jones, when the gold they hold is no longer there's? Maybe you'll attempt to retrieve it, or maybe you'll finally decide that the wake up call you're soon to receive... is the one you've been begging for. It's Cerberus versus the "cruel' world Dynasty has become, and we're winning this war, no matter what.

All talk.

It's all talk.

You've jumped the shark now, Prince. You used to have weight behind your words, but now they can hardly be distinguished from feathers. There once was a suspension of disbelief behind what you say, but now none of what you say is believable. Nothing you say is convincing. Is that really the best you've got? A "soldier"? As many self indulgent, self congratulating, self aggrandizing moniker's you've handed yourself, and now what was once the Omen, Harbinger, Suicide Prince, and heir to the highest chair in all of House Vendetta and ostensibly all of Japan is now nothing more than a weapon.

Because that's what a soldier is, he is a weapon... a faulty one at best. His life is worthless to the ruling class, because a soldier is the gun that loads itself up and cocks itself, but a soldier is a weapon confined to emotions, fear, weakness, empathy -- things that he is taught to ignore and repress -- things that haunt him even when the dust is cleared on the battlefield, and things that he never truly believed would him until he neared his maker. Is that what you are, Ares? A worthless pawn to be played by the chessmaster and tossed aside when the game is won? No. I don't believe it. I don't believe an arrogant condescending little prick like you would have such a piddling self-image. Especially when you fought through an entire tournament just to get a shot at my Answers World Championship. Am I supposed to believed you stumbled ass-first into the title fight with God? You're not fooling anybody, don't fucking kid yourself, kiddo. It's so easy for you to lie and put up this veil of indifference as if all you are is a nonpartisan instrument of war with only one motive in mind -- which is destruction. It would intimidate me if I were a lesser man. But you've been dealing with lesser men your entire career, Ares. You've dealt with them for so long you've begun to echo the sentiments of lesser men -- lesser men, than even you, who have brought these very same laurels to the battlefield chessboard and failed. Maybe these people spoke a bit more in prose, maybe their language wasn't as flowery, but it was still the same act that I'm seeing right now. It was still someone like Nick Angel deciding to take up the name of "God Slayer" as if that nickname had even a sliver of credence, and as if it were a medal of honor. It was still someone like Y2Impact naming himself The Machine to mask his feeble and painfully apparent humanity with a tin-can suit utilized as makeshift armour. I can go down the list of names for years, but they're all the same, and you're no different. Where Nick Angel tried to compensate with his medal of honor, and where Y2Impact tried to compensate with his metal armour, so do you attempt to take up arms with whatever self-imposed false identity you choose to select from the fray, so long as it has a sharp end and a metallic glare. But you will find at the Grand Rampage that these facades and illusory mechanisms you use to cope with the inexorable, implacable, AXIOMATIC TRUTH WILL WEIGH YOU DOWN WHEN YOU TRUDGE ACROSS THE BATTLEFIELD AND TAKE YOUR FIRST CHARGE AT ME! YOU WILL BE THE SOLDIER WEIGHED DOWN BY HIS HEAVY CONSCIENCE! YOU WILL BE THE TANK SLOWED DOWN BY IT'S CANNON! YOU WILL BE THE SWORDSMAN WHO HAS FALLEN ON HIS OWN SWORD! 

That's not speculation. That's not a promise. Promises involve speculation. Promises are a "wait and see" thing. Ares Vendetta makes a promise? We'll wait and see if he delivers. But when Mr. DEDEDE speaks, it's GOSPEL. FUCKING GOSPEL. I'm living proof. I'm God in the flesh. You read any holy text, and it's all interpretation. You don't know whether something is metaphor or not, and often "messengers" of God make euphemisms out of the more brazen and abrasive passages in order to appeal to the masses. You don't get that with me. I am holy text, in living color. You don't speculate with me. What I am, whether you like it or not Ares, is so very real. I am so tangible, I can be touched, felt and experienced so easily. I am so visible, so well saturated; I am marveled upon, I am of this world even when I'm out of it. I am seen in all of my splendor and everything I say matches up to everything I do. What you see is what you get. That's why we're in different worlds. When I liken myself to a God, light beams emerge from my very pores! When I liken myself to a weapon, I am driven into the backs of spineless tyrants until their hearts protrude from their fucking chests! And when Ares Vendetta likens himself to a weapon, he's BEATEN BY PHOENIX FUCKING WINTERBORN. THAT'S THE DIFFERENCE RIGHT THERE YOU STUPID SNOTTY NOSED BRAT! THAT'S WHAT SEPARATES A GOD FROM MORTALS, RIGHT THERE! YOU FABRICATE REALITY, I FORMULATE IT! YOU POSTULATE THE FUTURE, YET I CAN SEE INTO IT! MY WORD IS PROPHECY, HAVE I NOT PROVEN THAT??? HAVE I NOT PROVEN THAT BY DESTROYING EVERY SINGULAR AND PLURAL FORCE THAT'S GOTTEN IN MY WAY??? OR ARE YOU JUST DYING TO BE MADE THE EXAMPLE AGAIN? ARE YOU THAT EAGER TO BE HUMILIATED? ARE YOU THAT ANXIOUS TO BE HUMBLED?

You need to make a choice right now because you can't fucking disrespect me like this anymore. You can say what you like, you can say you're going to defeat me until you're blue in your goddamned face... but never question my supreme confidence. I won't allow it. I need you to make an admission right now that I believe every word that comes out of my own mouth. Say it in whatever manner you wish, that I "believe in my own bullshit", or that I've "deluded myself", but you are unequivocally wrong if you think that I have to drag myself out of bed every day to put on this costume of a confident man. Contrary to what you believe, I wear this shit eating grin in my sleep. I don't wrestle with my demons at night, I vanquish them in front of the world every day. It's just who I am. As usual, you can't tell me where the seams are starting to show. You can't foretell my next fall from grace. Everything you say has no evidence. Your remarkably false accusations (because it's just remarkable how false they are, it really is astonishing) they have no justification. All of it is just words. Words. Hollow threats. No substance, no reasoning, no logic, no factual deductions, just words. Useless metaphors. Meaningless jargon. You have little to work with as it is, and at Grand Rampage you won't even have an alibi. I will leave nothing left. You will be left without even a single line of defense when I prove, once again, that I'm right, and that you are wrong, when I knock you off of your temporary pedestal and expunge you from your place in the sun like you were any-fucking-body-else -- just like I said I would.

I'm hated because society gravitates toward self-deprecating people and I rightfully praise myself at every turn. I ride my vehicle through the drive-thru and I don't order an ordinary burger. I order an EXCELLENT burger. I order a QUINTESSENTIAL burger. I order a SCRUMPTIOUS burger. And I fucking devour it just like I'm going to devour your empty ambitions in the Grand Rampage; only my food doesn't have crabs. I order a burger that is a MASTER CLASS in culinary skill. Meanwhile, you rubes order sad little depressed nitwit french fries, STD-infested milkshakes the worker preparing them probably ejaculated inside. Your onion rings are triggered social justice warriors and MY onion rings are Donald Trump -- winning despite all the falsified smear campaigns being corruptly levied against me. That would certainly explain the disoriented look on all your faces. That would DEFINITELY explain the fact that you underachievers and never-was, never-will-be runts of the litter sound like you're constipated with a bad case of hemorrhoids to boot. Damn, I can't imagine how painful it's going to feel when I send you mentally inept dreamers with no work ethic flying over the top rope and exacerbate all those infectious, stomach-turning sores on your ass. I can't wait until I win the Grand Rampage and you high school theater class rejects get your drug-addled friends to record you on film mock-crucifying yourselves on a cross and pretentiously comparing your defeat at Grand Rampage to Jesus dying as a sacrifice for the sins of his people. That's how self-important you miserable assholes are, so deeply deluded looking through the lens of grandeur that you think it's acceptable to complain about the opportunities you haven't gotten when you've got a pedestrian minimum wage work ethic with doe-eyed billionaire dreams. Not only am I leaps and bounds more talented a wrestler than every other extremist -- and yes, you're all still extremists in my eyes until I croak on my deathbed, just not very good ones -- I have worked harder than each and every one of you since I made my long-awaited return to this company last year on Voltage and took former EAW Champion Xavier Williams further than anyone had ever taken him before. Unlike you people, I don't have "dreams" -- that's a word used by reckless juveniles and sulky overly emotional adults that, despite all of their pomp, haven't even spared themselves the time to conjure a multiple-point plan to realize their ambitions and make good on their promises. I have goals. Goals have deadlines. I set them for myself because "dreams" with no plan for their execution rarely if ever become a reality unless the randomness of fate smiles upon the ugly mugs of a lazy couch potato that never worked a real job in their lives and was spoon-fed from birth. I have a key to open the door that the rest of you are still trying to break with a picklock because your whole lives have been defined by the shortcuts you've taken. I'm not holier-than-thou or trying to even act superior, I shouldn't be "The Machine," but I'm seen as that fortunate person capable of going above and beyond to secure their positions because the rest of you recalcitrants, reprobates, and slackers have lowered the standard for everyone else and turned average into extraordinary -- while I, and I alone, am truly extraordinary. I rub people the wrong way because none of you are used to actually working to achieve your goals; you'd rather be handed everything on a silver platter than burn the midnight oil thinking of a strategy to create the celebrity you've envisioned yourself becoming. Typical. What do I say to my detractors? People who actually believe I'm not going to win the Grand Rampage? That it's Lucian Black's or Aren Mstislav's or Dark Demon's for the taking and I'm a second-rate afterthought? First, kiss my ass; all of you are obviously compensating for your personal shortcomings by attacking me because in those people you see an average civilian you can empathize with and in me you see a dominant superstar that none of you can possibly relate to because you're on a frequency so far beneath mine that you gladly welcome the simple passing reprieve the sport of wrestling blesses you with from your boring-ass, struggling-to-make-ends-meet blue collar lifestyles. And of course, for the stubborn cocksuckers that continue working their 85 IQ in the dirt repressing the fact that Y2Impact is going to be your 2016 Grand Rampage winner, NEVER FORGET: 

The 2007 New England Patriots achieved the elusive perfect regular season at a pristine 16-0. They would've been a spotless 19-0 were it not for the simple fact of Justin Tuck, Michael Strahan, and the defensive stalwart New York Giants tearing them a new asshole and depriving them of a chance at immortality in the Super Bowl.

The 2010-2011 Miami Heat assembled a super team consisting of consensus number one player LeBron James, team leader Dwayne Wade, and perennial All-Star Chris Bosh. They were beaten by a team coming from humble beginnings and modest means whose second best player behind Dirk Nowitzki was a journeyman Point Guard by the name of Jason Terry.

The 2011 New York Giants were a middling division winner at 9-7 beaten by various teams in the regular season that failed to even sniff the playoffs. By all accounts, Tom Brady and the record-breaking offense of that year's Patriots squad should have annihilated Eli Manning's Giants, but again Brady, Gronk, and now-convicted-killer Aaron Hernandez were stifled by the defensive prowess of a Giants  team that was largely considered a one-and-done afterthought at best.

What do I have in common with these teams that refused to lay down for the favorite  and make happy men and women out of the people in Las Vegas that betted for the other team? The whole lot of you thirty-nine suck-ups and asskissers represent the sparkling offense of the teams that were favored, and I'm the punishing gritty defense that intercepts Tom Brady on the goal line and blocks LeBron James' would-be-game-winning three pointers. I'm Kam Chancellor coming at you Vernon Davis's with the bruising hit of a fucking lifetime. Enjoy your concussions. Say it with me now because you're going to be forced to repeat it a million times on the road to Pain for Pride:

Y2Impact will win the Grand Rampage.

GRIT OVER GLAMOUR.

Defeat isn't always a certainty. It isn't always about will, skill, and talent that lead you to victories. The Grand Rampage goes beyond simple defeat. You don't have to give up or be incapacitated. Defeat is much easier to meet in this match. That being why every individual who doesn't win it struggles to generate a logical excuse. They generally come up with an excuse that still leaves them without their own sense of certainty because it typically strays to far from real world possibilities to have been a real reason for their loss. Impact, I can't speak on the behalf of others and claim they won't make an conceited attempt at covering up their failure, but it's something I never do. Defeats I've had in the past have stemmed from my own inabilities. My victories have stemmed from my will to serve darkness. Many of your own have stemmed from your natural superiority to inferior talent. As formidable as you are. As big of an icon that you've become. As much success that you've had, why do you speak of light being your treasure?


The light a the end of the tunnel. What does that light represent? It represents an overcoming of adversity or the reaching of a destination. But nobody ever refers to what dwells within that statement. Why is there light at the end of the tunnel but not with in it? It's implied that darkness occupies the tunnel's confines. The tunnel is symbolic of the hardships and difficulties one endures and overcomes. It symbolizes the road one must travel for success to reach that light that's spoken of at the end. Everything that happens in between the reaching the destination or achieving success is shrouded in darkness. Everything worth noting happens in darkness. It's where danger lurks and where glory is won. People are so focused on reaching the end of the tunnel, they failed to realize that the light at tend end of it truly represented the end. The end of one's journey and the beginning of the end of their success. Darkness will rise up out of the tunnels that it occupies. It will rise from the depths from which it resides and purge the corrupt light from this company as it's always been meant to do. Stop appreciating the light as it only receives the credit for the doings of another. Appreciate the force that accompanied you through your journey through the tunnel and that helped you through the adversity. Pain for Pride is the essential light at the end of the tunnel for me. The Grand Rampage and everything else in between is their journey through they tunnel. For me, it's just a stretch of darkness that leads to darkness sprouting in every open crevice. Grand Rampage is a door that leads to even deeper depth of darkness. By making it through that door, The Sanatorium can venture to Pain for Pride. An even that become an event of darkness itself.