We’re approaching the day of feasts sooner than I could have possibly imagined. Even if I’ve been prepared for this for what seems like forever, I couldn’t have imagine just how freaking excited I would be to tangle with 11 other Vixens of any and every background. We have tag team specialists who think they are something more. We have legends looking to reclaim some of that past glory. And we have people who have been surfing the middle of the card for so long that this title, this match seems like the outlet to something more. Everyone wants to win this title, and most of them are prepared to tell you the exact way they’re going to do it. Mission 1, eliminate the reigning champion. Mission 2, eliminate everyone else and become the champion. It won’t be that easy though. Maybe they should focus on outlasting the others and hoping they can survive what I’m bringing to this match. This isn’t about me disrespecting my opponents, just plainly and confidently saying that I’m prepared for anything. You all have something to prove? Well they’re trying to prove I can’t overcome any challenge they throw at me. That’s my motivation, to win this match and show I can keep on going. If you want to know what to expect from this match, you can expect you will see me with a fire that won’t compare to what anything else could possibly bring. You’re all looking for ways to cap the reign of Cailin Dillon and put her in the past. But I’m here to do what it takes to keep taking this title beyond what anyone could ever imagine. It was built as a title for the lower card fighters trying to make a name for themselves. It has quickly become something that everyone wants, and a challenge no one wants to pass up. It’s like American Gladiators. Every challenger wants to beat the best there is to offer, but rarely is there someone who can win many of the contests. I’ve been as good as it gets as the Specialist champion, and there’s yet to be a challenger that has what it takes to prove otherwise. But this might be reversed. I’m the champion and there are 11 others that want to take it from me. Problematic? Maybe, but I’m not without the confidence that I can still pull this off. I don’t believe in the word impossible. They’ve tried to make this seem like an impossible challenge for me, but I will be the gladiator that slays all of my opponents and rises to the top in the end, the real survivor in a battle of attrition. After all, this match often isn’t about who is the most talented person in the ring at any given moment, it’s about who makes the right moves at the right time and proves themselves to be ultimate combination of survivor and warrior. And that, my fellow Vixens, is a gladiator.
 
Azumi, since you felt compelled to come at me as you did this week, thank you for the laugh. You tried, I’ll give you that. You simply made an argument that fails to hit as hard as you might think. You’re like Jesus’ sister trying to turn water into wine because you want to be just like your amazing brother. But instead you fall flat on your face in a puddle of what’s nothing but plain old water. You have been known as a tag team competitor in your time. Take a breath, and now come to grips with that fact. I’m sorry that it bothers you so much. It doesn’t mean you aren’t adequate on your own, I suppose. Just that you haven’t really proven what you are capable of on your own. You seem to think all I do is compete in tag teams. Umm… you are mistaken. For one, Team DCW only exists in your mind. Team Cross wasn’t a faction, it was just a group of people trying to take down Hexa-gun. The Iconomy is my true lone faction. The Formation is an alliance. But for all you have to say about what I’ve done with all these teams, apparently, you fail to realize that I haven’t needed these groups to accomplish anything. My tenure as the Specialist champion is something I did all on my own. If you do want to meet us on the tag team battlefield after this match, bring your girl Erica and be my guest. Whether fight alongside Aria or Steph or anyone else, the result will be the same as this match. I’m going to win, and you’re going to lose. You’re so confident in your ability to inflict lasting damage through a headlock in this match. I’m even more confident in my ability to eliminate you from this match by kicking you in the mouth. Thanks for playing, girl.
 
Now Haruna wants to take this belt back so she can turn it into a pile of crap. Seriously, have we all missed the roll that Haruna has been on as she cheats her way to wins and sucks off Mexican Samurai in back hallways as he trains her how to be a better fighter? I don’t mean to go so visual with you there, friend, but you’ve almost become more of a valet in a complicated relationship here. You talk about drama, but you’re the queen of drama on the feed. You can’t stop talking about things with me or Steph, and you’re always just waiting to poke your head in with your opinion on something a Vixen has to say. It’s because you’re such a bad ass, right? Because you’ve been so unstoppable lately. Except that’s not really true. You do your thing and cheat your way to these wins, but I won’t stand for that in this match. You, dear, you will be the last one to win this match. You think you can slay me and survive this match? I just see the same Haruna we’ve always known. You’re just wearing a mask and trying to be a mean girl.
 
Steph… what else can I say about you. You try to match my confidence and you think you tame me. You make those bold statements and drop the mic. You’ve really got it all figured out, trying to be the best battle rapper we’ve got in the Vixens division and win this war of words. Don’t forget that I’m the one that’s had to guide you when you’ve been out of your mind. You can thank me for keeping your head on straight after Haruna and Mexi screwed you over for some strange reason. And then when we leave Grand Rampage together, I’ll let you look at that Specialist’s title resting where it belongs, right on my shoulder.
 
This match could go to anyone, it really could. That’s what it’s built as: a winner takes all showcase of 12 Vixens including the champion herself. But I’ve said this once and I’ll say it again. I’ll say it until I’m blue in the freaking face if I have to. There are girls in this match who have no idea what they’re about to enter. These are 11 lambs waltzing into the lion’s den as the door is closed behind them. If I were a gambler, I’d take the lion. But I don’t need to gamble, because I already know the outcome. I am the lion, and I’m about to slaughter this entire match. Grand Rampage is just another night in the historic run behind this title. I’ve been the champion for five months and after this weekend, the reign will live on. There are 10 Vixens who want to prove otherwise and use me as a stepping-stone to glory. There’s one legend who’s trying to use me to become champion again. But there’s only one winner of this match, and that’s Cailin Dillon.

How do you face the day as Erica Ford? What's it like? 

Becoming the biggest letdown in the Vixens Division since Maria Gonzales, I simply cannot imagine waking up in the morning and facing the reality of it. It's too much of a buden, bigger than going through fifty (my mistake) competitors in total in one giant event, heavier than facing the possibility of defeat and having all this hard work result to nothing. But that's the story of your life, isn't it? You come in the ring against the biggest names in this division, you fight for ten minutes and collect whatever is left of you when you're beaten down to the ground or forced to submit, you take who ever is willing to partner up with you to give yourself a boost up when you're flat on the ground, and after that, you fucking complain, or cry about, or get pissed over the fact that people who are doing the EXACT OPPOSITE as you are getting more Championship opportunities a week upon joining EAW than your incompetent ass ever will in the one year you've been in this company, because to you, taking that time alone and making a small effort should instantly lead you to the top of the pyramid! Have you re-thought your decision-making yet, Erica? Have you actually followed my advice after the first time we went face to face with one another and went back to wrestling school to stay focused on training better, or have you completely forgotten because you're looking for another "victim" to press on social media? It doesn't even slip your mind how much determination speaks, and how learning from losses and focusing on making history is what you need to stand out. You never even see for yourself that taking advantage of opportunities like these instead of complaining about it are most essential if you don't want to be left behind, but you just never fucking listen. You never do, because no matter how much of a heroine you claim yourself to be, Erica Ford only does what Erica Ford wants, no matter how humiliating it is for those around her who actually takes this sport seriously. I'm sorry, but you never kept up with me, Erica. You never have and you never will. I don't even know how to lay it on you without sounding like a complete asshole but it is what it is! There is nothing noteworthy to be associated with your name. There is nothing that makes you appear as a fan favorite to these imbeciles in the audience because to them, and to the rest of this division, you are nothing but an incompetent little bitch who gives the impression that she is at a complicated state of being and feeling SO MANY emotions so her moronic followers would actually start paying attention to her when in truth, she is just like everyone else, one who throws complete nonsense in the air -- every failed attempt to winning tournaments, every chance for redemption she let slide -- hoping something would materialize from this BULLSHIT! 

Tell me HOW? FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. Do you enter the ring against a Hall of Famer and a Three-time Vixens Champion unprepared and injured? How do you come into a war without your weapons and firearms? You're the queen of excuses. You're the queen of mediocrity. You're the queen of having the biggest fucking achievement of "keeping up" with the Heart Break Gal by lasting even 5 minutes with her in the ring. It's like saying you're the best in the division because you second-placed the Vixens Cup tournament! It's like saying you're Champion if you make it to the final four of this Specialist Rampage -- it doesnt fucking count. I don't hate you. I don't even despise you. If loafing around and doing nothing, waiting for the next big tournament to happen is the only thing you have time to be excited for, then by all means, just fucking sit there and don't take any action on your own. Don't take extreme measures. Don't get out of your comfort zone, and don't try to push yourself to the limit... but Erica, don't you ever fucking complain again about how you keep losing the matches that could have counted as a Championship win. Don't ever whine about how you're pissed at everyone for getting ahead while you're still laying down feeling the cold cemented floor against your back, still trying to keep up with the best of us. And most of all, don't ever expect that I will let you get through this Specialist Rampage, because I would personally make it my priority to take you out the first chance I get, a firm and bold representation that we don't need the likes of you in this division. You see, I literally never even think of my win against you anymore. To me, it was just anoter match, just another display of my dominance and a reminder that I will keep aiming to be the best even at times that I have been beaten down, just as these next few matches will define me. After I walk out of this rampage the Specialist Champion, do you think I'm going to look back on how I took out all of you? Do you think I'm going to memorialize it? Do you honestly think I would waste my time thanking my opponents for making me stronger?

No. I am going to keep moving forward and win the second rampage match I'm placed in the same night to have a guaranteed spot at Pain for Pride. I'll continue to have high ambitions. I'll continue to fulfull the kind of goals people like you can only dream about, while you will remain seated there in the corner of your house questioning your purpose for existing, something I keep advising you should have done a long time ago. 

Help me understand why I should even give a single thought to the likes of you, Cloud.. I'm sorry, Stephanie? As you ramble on about how you're going to try harder, I sit here pondering -- fuck, you still work here? When I first defeat an opponent, who, as always, didn't know any better when they decided to walk into a beartrap, they'd promise me that there is going to be a future waiting for them in their journey and they'd have something to present to me the next time we fought besides their pipedreams. And I must admit, I was impressed, flattered even that a mere wrestler who couldn't live up to her words of defeating me and has failed in the simple task of making a name for themselves at my expense, is actually giving her best to prove me wrong when she came face to face with me next time. He or she could say "I'm different now," and I'd believe them because they have the gold and the standing to prove it. Granted, they're still garbage, but hey, atleast they're putting their fullest efforts into concealing it! And then only today after you opened your whore mouth did I realize that you're actually in this match! And to be honest with you, you've been digging in the dirt looking for food or any sign of income for so long, I forgot what you even looked like! Oh, Cloud Matsuda... didn't she leave and started a cooking-slash-reality show somewhere people could care less about her? Cloud Matsuda, wasn't she that one bitch who couldn't handle the pressure of her wrestling career, and continued to pick up small wins that literally nobody cares about, but still fell short when it actually counts? Cloud Matsuda... I thought she went back to her dump of a hometown and decided maybe it would be better of if she became a scriptwriter or a teacher, until ofcourse I realize you actually need an ounce of creativity to pull that off, then I just dismissed that idea! (laughs) You're entertaining to watch, really. The way you speak as though you're in the same level as I am, wanting to annihilate me because you've wrestled for a few months, it's like facing a rookie for the first time, really. One that doesn't know any better. One that will squirm in pain over one punch... But let me make one thing perfectly clear to you, hun, so there's no confusion -- I am a future World Champion, and you're just big ol' dump that came out of Montell Smooth's asshole! I'm the best performer not only in the Vixens Division, but the entire EAW, so fucking amazing that they placed me in both the rampage matches, while you're only here out of pity because they thought that you deserve another chance at a prize, which I can bet you a million bucks you'd squander again! Hexa-gun was a faction that shook EAW to its core, attacked every brand, re-introduced extreme wrestling, and threatened the authority figures that they had to send army after army just to take us down, while nobody has even heard of your "Alliance" or what it represents other than a downward spiral of unnecessary drama and lesbian sex for trend, and the completely moronic tryhard Cloud Matsuda here again trying to collect meaningless "likes" on her social media board! It takes every strength of a Vixen to take me down and make me submit in a match and that is after I one-up them again and again, while a mere Azumi Goto or a fucking Erica Ford can defeat you any day of the week. You're a level 5 Zigzagoon that Tackles and Growls his way out of a situation, and I'm a fucking level 100 Rayquaza with perfect stats that can Hyper Beam your ass and make you run for your life! Do you not see the difference here, Cloud? Do you not see why I call you a fucking tryhard? The only thing you're concerned about is fitting in these groups, fitting in with the vixens and the elitists who god knows can't protect you when you need them the most... I count on comrades that I can rely on, and a partner I can count on, while you trust basically everything that has a mouth. I get that Saturday nights can be depressing especially when you're you -- a bumbling retard that has nothing better to do with her life than taking duck pictures with her moronic girlfriend, and your wrestling skills that doesn't exactly capture the attention of enough audience -- but it doesn't mean that you have to only focus on your popularity and looking stupid in front of the cameras to make your audience laugh, than actually being yourself and conquering the world. People always accuse me of telling lies to distract my opponent when they don't even bother how much bullshit is creeping from under their shirts when they spew their garbage opinion. I only speak the truth, Cloud. You know this. You don't deserve the Specialist Championship until I say you do, and this Saturday, I intend on walking out with it, whether or not it pleases you. But no worries, atleast you'd still have your girlfriend... that's something.

The camera opens on a fairly hustling and bustling gymnasium as the Pizza Boy steps through the doors, decked out in black gym shorts and mesh shirt.  He quickly makes a beeline toward some elliptical machines.  Before he can even turn on the first setting, a trainer approaches, poking his smiling face into PB's scowling mug.

Gym Trainer: Leg day huh?

PB:...

Gym Trainer: Yeah, I hear ya.  Bummer and a half! I, personally, usually try and skip and do it once a month...or less.  Haha, up top!

The trainer throws up his hand for a high five.  PB stares at him, stares back down at the machine, and presses start.  Not taking the hint, the kindly gym rat stands confidently with his hand at full mast, waiting for his 'five' to be reciprocated.  Long awkward moments pass, before a crash is heard, snapping the trainer out of his freeze framed state.  His friendly smile quickly turns into a sneer as he double takes toward the commotion and throws up an accusatory finger in such a way that not-so-coincidentally looks like a flexing pose.

Gym Trainer: YOU! I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO THAT TO THE EQUIPMENT!  I will throw you out, sir!

The rat heads off camera toward the loud, cartoony, banging as PB continues his stride, not caring much more or less about the world around him.  Suddenly, the gym rat goes flying past in an almost lawn dart inspired comedic launch.  The sound of Pixies suddenly fills the air as a towel draped figure approaches with a boom box and takes his place beside PB on the stair climbers.  Without looking up, Pizza Boy lets out a sigh as "Tony's Theme" blares out of the ghetto blaster.

PB: Hey Tony...

The towel cloaked Rolland starts up his machine with a jigging hop, keeping the boombox close to his ear as he tears up the first setting.

TR: I didn't know you went to this gym, kid. I mean, outside of when we used to break in here and train before it was reopened.  Gearing up for Grand Rampage, are ya?

PB: Tony, what are you doing here?

TR: That's not important.  What's important is that you and I have a little talk.

PB: Didn't we already have a 'little talk' on Dynasty?  I said what I had to say, you said...whatever drivel comes out of your insane mouth, and we parted ways, knowing full well that I was going into Grand Rampage to defend my gold against that moron in a mask, Evan.

TR: Don't knock the mask, kid.  If you saw the hideousness lying beneath this towel, you'd understand why the hood is good. And besides, I think he goes by 'Starkman' now?

PB: I'm not going to play his games, Tony.  Just like I'm not playing your games anymore.  There's nothing you can say that will sway me from ending this farce of a match without bloodshed and ripped cowls.

TR: What if I told you that HBB didn't want you to go that far?

PB's elliptical suddenly slows down as his head drops further past his shoulders.  He glances over at Tony as the machine comes to a complete stop, and steps off the machine, slapping the boombox out of his mentor's arms, and getting up into his still comically running in place mentor's toweled face.

PB: I'd say that you're a liar, because I know you'd never talk to Him.

TR: Oooooh. I don't like that upper case proper noun thing you got goin', kid.  Feels biblical.  Gives me the willies.  

PB: Then don't bring Him up, and you wont have to hear it.  What gives you the authority to try and manipulate me like that?

TR: I don't know.  IIIII trained ya  I gave you everything you have to work with against a guy like Stark in the ring.

PB: WRONG! He gave me the tools to put down Stark, He undid everything you did to me to amuse yourself.  All you taught me was a flippin' bulldog.

TR: Uh, no, not a flippin' bulldog. Uh, a regular bulldog, thank you very much.  And you're welcome by the way.

Pizza Boy slams his hand on the console of the elliptical, and gets further into his mentor's face.

TR: You going to kiss me or somethin'?

PB: LISTEN...for once in your crazy existence, listen to some sense.  I don't need you, I don't need help, I don't even need Him over my shoulder telling me what's right and what's wrong.  Doing what's right ended HBB's career! So I'm going to do things my way for once in this godforsaken career of mine.  Is that OK with you, Tony?

TR: Wow...our writer is really one-note.  I mean, all he can do it seems is crazy, and he's going darker with you than he ever did with me.  Even when I was putting on guy liner and a piranha mask.

PB: I'M NOT PLAYING THIS GAME, TONY!

TR: It's not a game anymore, son.  You're really off your rocker, and frankly, it's a lot less fun than I'd expect from a guy whose spent most of his adult life flipping pies.

PB: I swear to God, Tony, if you-

Tony throws his towel off,and wraps hit around PB's head (revealing his mask underneath, rendering the towel's purpose up until this point almost moot.)

TR: Heh heh...'moot'

Tony tackles PB, and the camera goes to black, only to come up moments later as the towel's removed from PB's face, revealing a dark room lit overhead by one lonesome light bulb.  PB tries to stand up, only to find he's been tied to a chair.  His eyes come into focus and find a man sitting across from him in a suit with a black bag over his head, similarly tied to a chair.

PB: What the hell, Tony!?

???? : *sigh* Tony? Again? This is like the third time this month.

PB: Who the hell is that!?

TR: Oh, uh, sorry.

Tony pulls the hood off of the dapper dressed captive, revealing Dr. Torrence beneath the hood, looking agitated, but not concerned, about his current situation.

Dr. Torrence: I swear, Tony, I've told you a thousand times that if you want to make an appointment, all you have to do is call in advance.

TR: I know, but um...I was kiiiiind of raised by a death cult, and this is how I'm accustomed to doing things?

Dr. T: I understand, Tony, but-

PB: TONY!

Everyone stops and stares at the bewildered Pizza Boy, Tony looking somewhat offended that his protege would interrupt his conversation.

PB: WHAT THE FUCK, MAN!?

TR: Oh, it's a long story.  A loooot of things happened between now and LEGION that really opened my eyes up to my true nature....Oh, haha, I'm not going to kill anyone.  I just wanted to get you two in a room together and.

PB: THEN WHO THE HELL IS THAT GINGER LADY TIED UP TO A CHAIR!?

TR: Huh?

The camera shifts to reveal a buxom and smiling redheaded woman strapped to a chair as well.

Jenny Rose: Hi, Andrew.  I've heard so much about you!  Doctor, always a pleasure.

TR: Oh yeah, her!  That's my wife.  She was brainwashed by my death cult to be a prostitute hitwoman.  A lot of redheads were, but she snapped out of it.  We have a kid.

PB: WHAT?!

TR: Like I said, a lot of shit went down after LEGION.  Whooooole lot of plot points dropped when that place closed.

Jenny Rose: Oh Tony.  You and your 'fake reality'.

PB: WHY IS YOUR WIFE TIED TO A CHAIR!?

TR: Oh, that's...that's for grownups.  I'll tell you when you're older.  Anyway, let's 'rap'.

Tony swings a folding chair out of the darkness and sits in it backwards, leaning in on his forearms as they cross across the top of the chair.  He darts his eyes to and fro between the doctor and PB.

TR: Uh...Doc?

Dr T: Oh, uh, right.  Tony tells me that you're acting...how should I say?

TR: Coocoo? Nuts? Tony-esq?

Dr T: Um, right.  You blame it on head trauma, which you have endured in your career, and you blame it on your friend's departure, which is traumatic, but you also refuse to go to a doctor to get a checkup, and you refuse to talk to your friends.

PB:...

TR: Pizza Face?

Pizza Boy's head swims momentarily as he takes in what's going on around him.

PB: ARE WE SERIOUSLY DOING THIS RIGHT NOW!?

TR: Ummmm, yeah! I mean, I don't just kidnap my loved ones off the street for nothing.  Hahaha, that'd be crazy.

PB glances over at Mrs. Rolland, bound to the chair gleefully, and then back at Tony, and then back at Jenny, who waves as much as her tied hand will allow.

PB: REALLY!?!

Dr. T: I'm sensing some hostility here, Tony.  Um, maybe we should do this another day.

TR: Aw, but dooooc.  I only have the van and warehouse rented for another week!

PB: OKAY, YOU KNOW WHAT! SHUT UP! JUST EVERYONE...SHUT UP!

PB shuffles his chair to the center of the light, hopping up and down until he reaches the good doctor.

PB: Do you want to know what my problem is?! I mean, really know?!

Dr. T: [trying to cross his legs in vain momentarily] That's why we're here today...I mean, isn't it, Tony?

TR: Yeah.  That, and kinky chair sex with my wife.

PB: FINE!...It's...not brain trauma.

TR: CALLED IT!

PB: And...it's...not Heart Break Boy's absence, although that DOES bug me, and you should be more sensitive to that Tony!

The doctor shoots Tony an accusatory glare.

TR: Fine, fine, no more voice mails about how poopy his chaps smell.

PB: It's not even having a nutjob as a mentor...it's just that...I've fought this battle against Hexa Gun alone.  When I was drug into an elimination tag match against them, I fought them alone.  When they were at their strongest, I bled against them.  And now, with EAW intact, everyone's coming out of the woodwork to be a hero.  HBB glomp'd onto me harder than an anime waifu, Brian capitalized on their absence and went on to do bigger and better things, and now Starkman?  I can't take being this forgotten hero anymore.  I can't take this generation of Pizza Boy clones coming up, trying to be the ever-positive, ever-bumbling, try-hard like it's something to aspire to be.  I mean, I barely survived The Mercenaries, I barely survived Drake & Jones, HBB didn't and...I don't know.  It shouldn't have been me.  

TR: Whoa, man.  Don't say that.

PB: It's true.  HBB is a legend, he's a better wrestler than most of the Elitist's combined.  I'm not in his league, I didn't deserve to be his partner, and I should have been the one that took the bullet for him....It's my dad all over again...

Dr. T: Interesting.  Now we're getting somewhere.  PTSD and survivor's guilt.

PB: And then Stark puts on a mask, and suddenly he's a hero? That's not how it works.  I earned my scars, I earned the right to take a vacation from being the good guy, Tony.  I earned the right to be the National Champion.  Not him.  He can't take this away from me just because he thinks he's me, as good as me, as noble.

TR: You? Huh, I took him as a Tony Rolland knockoff, but I could say the same about you really...

PB: He's not going to get away with it.  He's not going to get away with pretending to be their hero, when I'm the one who made all of the sacrifices.

Dr. T: This is all very groundbreaking, but I think we're out of time for today.

TR: Damnit!

PB: Out of time?! This is an abduction.

TR: Yeah, but I can't afford his overtime wage, kid.

Tony makes one swift tug at PB's ropes, and they go falling to the ground.  Pizza Boy looks on with wonderment as Tony does the same to Doctor Torrence.

PB: How did you do that?

TR: Deux Ex Machina.

PB: And you could do that the whole time.

TR: No, only when it was funny.  Now put your hoods on.  I'm going to go make another unseen, plot irrelevant, baby with my Stockholm Syndrome fetish having wife. 

PB: To-no, wait! I-I need to go back to the-

Dr. T: Just put the hood on, kid. It'll be over in a minute.  Like...literally.

As Tony heaves and ho's in the darkness, Pizza Boy reluctantly puts the towel back over his head and sits quietly with the hooded doctor as the Rolland's add another one  to their fucked up gene pool. The camera fades to black as the two unwilling captives sit, bored in their chairs as their captor plows his wife.

Dr. Torrence: Say, you wanna get a slice later?

PB: No...I hate pizza.

Oh come on JJ a main player? You a main player? That’s got to be the biggest joke I’ve heard all week and with all the jokes being said this week that’s really saying a lot.   Oh by the way when you said the whole thing about me losing to Thomas Minns and a bunch of other scrubs let’s not forget how I also defeated Thomas Minns… And a bunch of other scrubs and guess what else JJ?  The cycle of me defeating a bunch of other scrubs continues at Grand Rampage!  When I defeat you and countless others.   Let’s not forget how I have an Interwire championship match soon yet you’re the one who’s on his way to being a main player?  I mean JJ honestly who expect yourself remembers the wins that you bring up time in and time out?  Who really gives a flying fuck about those wins expect you?   Such a stupid question isn’t it because the answer is pretty obvious.  However while I give you time to answer my question I’ll answer the one you asked me. 
 
 
 
What does it feel like to have my back against the wall?  I honestly don’t know because not once has anybody in EAW since I’ve returned had my back on the wall.  Not even the now fired Thomas Minns who put 50k on my head.  Big Mike and I handled that situation like men.  While if someone put money on the head of You, Scott and Zack you bitches wouldn’t have even showed up to Dynasty that day to avoid an ass kicking.    You are the one who is nothing more than a character and that goes for your two owners as well.  You are a “Man” (and I use that word very loosely) built off of guilt and all this other bullshit.   You are not the same JJ on camera as the JJ off camera.  I’m the same no matter what.  I’m a cocky not humble bastard on screen and off screen.  Nothing changes with me what you see is what you get.   And to be honest I think me and maybe a few others in the Grand Rampage match can say that.   My career has been on decline since I left the Iconomy?  Really I mean I couldn’t tell.  I mean please remind me of the guy who has the owners.  I’m pretty sure that’s not me.  JJ you are nothing more but a dog to Scott and Zack.
 
 
 
When they say fetch guess what? Mother fucker you go fetch for them on any Elitist they pick out.  When they tell you to stay guess what you do?  You do what any dog does and you listen to them.  You don’t mean shit to them just like you didn’t mean shit to me or Eclipse.  I don’t need an owner I’ve never needed an owner and you may say different because of the Iconomy run but even then I didn’t need an owner.  I didn’t need someone to make rules for me I did my own shit and I always will.  I can honestly right now sit here and say no one pulls my strings like a puppet.  It sucks that you can’t say that though right?  You know damn well if you disobeyed your owners you are going to be severely punished.   They’ll probably add you to one of those abused animal commercials after what Zack and Scott do to you if you ever disobeyed them.  You know that though that’s why you never would disobey them you are scared.  Yeah you say you’re not scared of me but scared of Zack and Scott? Hell yeah you are.   I know it you know Zack and Crash know it.  For goodness sakes at this point the world knows it. 
 
 
Yet I’m the one on a decline?  Do you have a title shot? Are you on any sort of winning streak as of late?  Do you put on entertaining match after entertaining match time and time again?  I don’t think so JJ so before you speak think first.  Really think to yourself “When I go back to Dynasty after losing Grand Rampage, what do I really have going for me?” The answer to that is nothing JJ.  You have nothing for you.  You just go back to being the dog you are.   I’m aware of how dumb Mr.200 Percent was but that just like my other nick names were given to me.  I didn’t give them to myself to feed my ego like you claim.   People around the world call me these things.   However if were going to talk about things that were dumb during Iconomy.  Let’s talk about this.   When you JJ talked like you were some kind of war captain.   When you tried so hard to make yourself speak like all these great men who have given great speeches.  Yet after it was all said and done no one knew what the fuck you were talking about.  Let’s also not forget how much you praised Mr.200 Percent like he (I) was a fucking hero.  It’s cool though I understand though the new Mafia JJ has to lie so he looks cool for everyone.  He has to make things up to make himself look more badass.   That’s also a teenage girl trait since you love talking about them so much.   I mean I’m not trying to be funny but you sure do know a lot about what teenage girls are into and last time I checked you can get fired for that.  But hey I’m just pointing things out.   Anyways JJ you can lie all you want about how you can’t stand me.  Or how you hate me but we all know you’re lying.  If I didn’t send shots first this week and we kept our “Respect” for each other you would of kept praising me like you were doing once before.   But if you thought you didn’t like me now? Just wait…  Just you wait until Grand Rampage because the hate you have for me now it isn’t going to be fake anymore. Nope it’s going to be real hate. Hate you'll never fully get over.  Whenever you see me you'll think revenge and that's revenge you'll never get.  Want to know why you won't get it?  Because Zack and Scott didn't give you permission to get revenge on me.  The strong and bold Chris Elite is still here.  However Chris Elite in his prime?  Just give that a wait until Grand Rampage the prime of JJ Silva?  That's something we'll be waiting on forever...

I don't think people truly grasp what I mean when I say that I relish not being the Grand Rampage favorite, when I go as far as to say I PREFER it. I've spent my entire fucking career winning big-time matches that I wasn't favored in, where the general public considered me "too accomplished" and thought I just wouldn't be able to notch yet another victory at an EAW spectacle, that I was competing for the sole purpose of being a filler, just playing spoiler and being a consummate veteran performer, but then what do I go and do? I bring truth to impossibility and make the word "impossible" seems like an oxymoron in itself. I don't mean to use my past victories as a basis for saying that I'm going to win the 2016 Grand Rampage, that separates me from the majority of the other decorated elitists in this year's Rampage, but is there a precedent for me to blaze a trail when nobody else thought I had a path? That's undeniable. Others, like Lucian Black, Aren Mstislav, and so forth, are pressured beyond belief to win the Grand Rampage and headline Pain for Pride because of the expectations they've spent their entire grimy careers failing miserably at every turn to meet. But with Y2Impact, that pressure exists internally; it isn't something sourced from the audience and I'm never worried that I'm going to disappoint the people in the crowd. It's not like I'm going to be flustered and unable to execute my moves if they start booing me, I've been jeered in arenas globally for years. Other people are afraid of the havoc, concerned they're going to be trapped in the frenzied vortex that is the Grand Rampage, but I welcome it because I know The Machine is the only one capable of escaping that hellfire unscathed. Some pride themselves on their physical attributes, on their gazelle-like agility, and obviously a match like the Grand Rampage requires peak endurance but this isn't a case of one muscled-up meathead bodybuilder having physical advantages over the rest of the gym and making them look like pencil-necked pussies, this is a business where an excellent physique is FAR from uncommon and the gap in athleticism from wrestler to wrestler is marginal at best. Is fitness more important than the "heart" and "dedication" that Lucas Johnson was babbling about? It's debatable, from where I'm standing it's an absolute non-event that I wouldn't even bother giving a second thought on both fronts, so I'm going to settle on saying both notions are equally ridiculous. But maybe, just MAYBE I have an advantage over the rest the competitors in this match because I know exactly what it's like to wrestle in a match for World Championship gold with multiple other people in a struggle to control your fate. I've been in Grand Rampage matches, Elimination Chamber matches, tournaments, triple threats, gauntlet matches, tag team matches -- matches where I was forced to rely on variables that nobody could possibly control entirely -- and if you stack my track record up against everyone in this match, I've either beaten and humiliated them before or they have absolutely zero experience surviving the crucibles that I turned into some of my greatest career highlights. I have absolutely no doubt that's exactly what I'm going to do on Saturday when I guarantee myself a headlining spot at Pain for Pride and make the rest of the EAW populace drown in their own salty tears upon coming to grips with the fact I crushed and destroyed the dreams and ambitions of all their favorites.

But there's a discrepancy; one most of the elitists in this match have all brushed to the wayside and confronted with a convenient case of amnesia. Maybe Lucian Black did win at Road to Redemption, that's a failure I'll never forget, but the truth is that I tormented this man and irreparably stunted the growth of his career. Even if Lucian Black wins a World Championship in the future, in his old age he'll always be reflecting back more on what he couldn't do instead of what he was able to achieve. I deprived Lucian Black of a legacy that would've ensured him a spot in the EAW Hall of Fame YEARS ago, and I didn't do it because of a lust for vengeance, or an innate callousness, or an uncontrollable violent impulse to inflict pain on others. I did it because life as a loser isn't worth living, and I was NEVER going to play a supporting character in a movie that I have all the talent necessary to star in. I robbed him of everything he could have accomplished, and no matter what kind of future unfolds, regardless of whether or not Lucian Black has the solace of a World Championship victory accredited to his name, at best he'll be making excuses to himself about how he'd "rather be a one-time World Champion" who spread the wealth and shared it with the rest of his EAW peers than a six-time World Champion juggernaut evil empire that repeatedly prevented the little flowers in EAW that ride free of expenses on the potential train from ever blooming. I'm content to play villain, and if executing that role allows me to shine at the expense of thirty-nine other men and women whose stars would become casualties in my warpath, you'd better skip the ceremony and give me the Oscar.

Dark Demon victories in this world may count a hell of a whole lot but still the matter of fact I've been in this company not even six months and I'm reaching opportunities to go against veterans in this company like yourself and many others that are coming from HRDO, Ashten Cross and the EAW executives like there is no tomorrow. Even this past Monday on Battleground when I went against Carlos Russo for the CWF World Heavyweight Championship, I may have faded away and lost the match but I made a point to the world that I can hang with the big boys and prove a point that I will wrestle until I physically aren't able to continue and I proved that by fading away against Carlos. I may not be proud of the loss but I am proud he took me to my limit. Dark Demon I have a lot of respect for you inside and outside of the ring and don't get me wrong I would love to see us in the same ring at the same time this coming weekend but you are acting like I'm going to get eliminated within five minutes. I don't think so, I am ready to last thirty minutes....to an hour....I don't care how long I am out there the bottom line is I will not let this opportunity fall through my hands and my Pain for Pride 9 plans get ruined. You maybe right about this being my first Grand Rampage, do I have a good chance of winning? Probably not since I have little experience but you never know what entrant I may draw, the term people always use in this business is never say never and the same goes for you this coming weekend. Why was my time? If I don't win this weekend I get more experience for next year and I learn more about being in the squared circle to benefit myself going forward on Voltage toward Pain for Pride season. You may have held multiple world championships, main evented free per views, and held the Hall of Fame championship but when was the time you were in the squared circle? Reasonable Doubt? Against Xavier Williams? Remember when Reasonable Doubt went off the air and you lost the Hell in a Cell match for the Hall of Fame Championship and your arm got broken? Well I have a bold prediction for this weekend and that is Grand Rampage will go off the air with Lucas Johnson standing tall with you having another broken arm and heading back to the injured list.

Oh Liam Catterson when will you ever learn? You and myself have add this little rivalry going for some weeks now that has been brewing on Voltage and will be brought up this weekend once again on Grand Rampage. Liam you remind me of the bullies I dealt with back in middle school...I remember I was in seventh grade and I had yet to hit puberty. I was a short little chubby kid and I didn't grow yet in height and I would love to watch sports with my father and my favorite sport was baseball. So during gym class I would always play in the outfield and my idol would be Bernie Williams that played for the New York Yankees back in the early 2000s. I might have been an okay outfielder but I absolutely sucked in the outfield and I would be picked on each and every day for it. I would be called fat and many different versions of that, I would even be shoved out of the way to catch a ball. Summer of seventh grade going into eighth grade I got taller and decided next year was the year I got rid of the bully problem, all my life I was a wrestling fan and wanted peruse in high school wrestling. I started with the easy steps in losing weight by going to the local track and running laps around the track every day, by August of that summer I took private wrestling lessons so I went into eighth grade I was able to try out for the wrestling team. So it all started from there Liam and now here you are today trying to claim I don't deserve to belong here. I don't deserve to be in the Grand Rampage match? Let me tell you this Liam Catterson, I busted my ass each and every week just to make it here in this business and this weekend you will see a different side of Lucas Johnson you have never seen before. I'll just say this, hopefully you aren't in my way because a big storm is coming to the land of the elite....

Berwyn, Illinois.

“CLOUD MAT-SU-DA!”

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“CLOUD MAT-SU-DA!”

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God I missed that. The Eagles Club was alive tonight and awaiting the arrival of one of the Diva All-Stars alumni: me. Dan Prascak made some last minute adjustments to the card to give me a chance to address the audience, who still supported me long after my departure. That’s the beauty of wrestling fans. They’ll follow you to the ends of the earth. I stroll through the entryway of the intimate venue as “Headhunt” blasted through the PA system for the second time in my career. I was taking a liking to the song, and was happy that Sho and his band Okamoto’s suggested to me. Like me he was a mixed breed who spent one half of his life in America and the other in Japan. He felt the lyrics of the song had fit perfectly what I was currently feeling in my life. I was inclined to agree.

I climbed into the ring and took a moment to bask into the familiar warm  welcome I was receiving. We were two hours away from Notre Dame, and I wanted the Cloud/StephNation’s full support and attendance. I was determined to win the Specialist Championship, even if that meant taking it away from the love of my life. As Dan handed me the mic, I took a brief look at the Berwyn locals. They were the reason why I was picked up by Japan. They were the reason why I’m in EAW. I owed these people the universe, so the universe I shall give them.

It was time to speak.


You guys know that I go by a different name these days right? Screw it, you can call me whatever you want!

(Crowd cheers)

I've been away from the Berwyn Eagles Club for too long! It's fans like you guys, the indie heads that come out to these small time shows that make people like me into a superstar! I exist because of you and I'm determine to do you all proud!

(Crowd cheers)

As you all know I'm a participant in EAW's Specialist Rampage. It's common knowledge that my bae is the reigning and defending champion. She's set the bar high, overcoming the odds, winning match after match. She's had more successful defenses in two months than Eris LeCava had in her entire run! Speaking of which not only did she BEAT Eris but she BEAT her sweetheart HBG as well!

(Crowd cheers)

Now I understand those are her feats and hers only. I'm not trying to highjack shit. I'm just acknowledging the legacy Cailin Dillon has begun...the precedent she has set. To honor such an amazing run, one must follow up with one just as equally impressive...if not more. To be frank, only one vixen in that match has to potential to out do Cailin Dillon and it's the last one she sees before she sleeps and the first one she sees when she wakes up. These ladies can laugh and roll their eyes but only one of you have proven you can actually hold a title longer than a week...or two. I'm no stranger to titles and it's about time I get reacquainted with gold. 

(Crowd cheers)

Several of my opponents have decided to open their mouths since I ignited the war of words for this contest. Azumi dear, once again your imagination betrays you! This match is not about making someone tap but rather who's left standing in the ring. It'll take more than technique my dear. It'll take cunning and speed. So for once get your head out of Erica's ass and pay attention to your surroundings on Saturday because one wrong move and you'll be looking up at me as I'm starting down at you. But who I'm kidding, I do that anyway.

Crowd: Ooooooo

I want to say more things to you Azumi-chan but I'm reserving a promo just for you my sweet sakura. You recently brought up my family heritage not too long ago so I'll comment on that another- nah, fuck it let's talk about this now! Sorakichi Matsuda...Matty Matsuda...Yasuhiro Kojima Matsuda. Those are my relatives- yes, the ones you look up to. The style you emulate is the one my family has perfected! Unfortunately Sorakichi paid the price by dying in an alley in a Prohibition-era New York. Matty fought with the best and lived a good life. Yasuhiro became known in the business and his life as a mentor was cut short with prostate cancer. I say these things because you never know when it's your time Azumi. You have to make the most with what you have and I intend on fighting in this match like it's my last day alive.

(Crowd cheers)

Angela those were some beautiful words you've expressed. That little dance you did had me biting my lip like "Damn! I really hit that!? Blessed f'n be!"

(Crowd laughs)

Okay, I'll stop before Cai kills me before the match. Speaking of killing, there's no way you will even get close to my girl Haruna Sakazaki. Here you are trying to snuggle your way into this special place you think you still have with her. I occupy that space now. I say this not out of malice but confusion. Where in the 14 days you were champ did you think you were Cailin's equal? You can counter with saying you beat me. Yes Haruna, you did beat me. Personally, I'm happy you did. You got your revenge and now we can move on. The monkey on my back... the guilt I've carried since the Awards Show is gone. My mind is clear as day Haru, and not even your tsundere tendencies is going to distract me from what must be done. My victory over Nobi is proof of this, meanwhile you did NOTHING with your momentum except be Mexi's plaything. Typical tsundere...

Crowd: Oooooo

Heart. Break. Gal. My how long it's been since we've locked eyes with one another. Ironically enough, your team was dismantled while I created an alliance. Now here we are, surrounded by ten other hungry wolves and ten pounds of gold between us. You're going on, spewing shit like we're in a sophomore drama class. Matter of fact, many of the Elitists and Vixens are reflecting on their careers like it's their destiny to win. Keep reflecting kids. While you're staring up at the sky, I'll be snatching titles. If you thought I was trying hard before Claudia...you haven't seen nothing yet.

(Smiles)

Cailin...my dearest Cailin. You're right to say I've never experienced what it's like to actually fight you. We've had that triple threat with Maria and you put me through a table. We never got that one on one did we? I'll tell you what Cai. We eliminate everyone else and we'll get that chance. A conversation between just us lovers with our fists. After I had the last word and I hold that title up, just keep this in mind:

I'll let you hold the belt on the way home.

(Drops the mic and rolls out the ring.)

Crowd: CLOUD MAT-SU-DA!

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Really Aren, you won your first title at your first FPV? Which FPV did this happen to be because I can distinctively remember you competing for the New Breed title at Reckless Wiring 2014 and losing to Ryan Savage in a scramble match. That was your first FPV right? It must be weird how you somehow managed to win your first title at your first FPV, did you somehow magically win a title before that Reckless Wiring show? Did you somehow start competing on FPV’s and winning titles while you were still on NEO before getting called up to Dynasty? Could you please point me in the direction of where you managed to accomplish this amazing accomplishment, Aren? Correct me if I’m wrong here, but didn’t you win your first title, the tag team titles with the Nas, on the draft show, months AFTER Reckless Wiring? Didn’t you win your first singles title against Tyler Parker at House of Glass, MONTHS after Reckless Wiring? Please tell me how you managed to win at your first FPV because I’m TRULY baffled at that claim, Aren. Are you really trying to make things up now to look impressive or something? Are you trying to look good because I simply referred to you as a choke artist? Well damn, I didn’t believe that you were THIS desperate. I didn’t think you would stoop THIS low, Aren, honestly, I didn’t. I really didn’t believe that you would actually claim that you won at your first FPV, which is a straight lie, just to look good. Don’t worry, I’m sure Aria will believe all your bullshit, and even if she doesn’t, I’m sure she’ll stay with you. But it is pretty sad to see somebody have to lie, and to see somebody cry about me not acknowledging something that didn’t even happen! How pathetic is that? Who are you trying to impress here, Aren? I’m honestly shocked that you haven’t gone on around claiming that you won the Grand Rampage last year or that you won this years King of Elite, or would they be a little too obvious for you to lie about? Would you just prefer to lie about things that look smaller but make you look somewhat impressive? It really must suck to have always been a choke artist Aren, it really must have sucked to have lost the chance to win the New Breed Championship to RYAN SAVAGE of all people, it really must have sucked to have LOST the chance to win the 24/7 Battle Royal at Pain for Pride 7, it really must have sucked to have LOST the New Breed Championship battle royal at Territorial Invasion as well …you know …before you beat Tyler Parker to win at your first FPV? You made your FPV debut against Tyler Parker and won the National Extreme Championship! All those other months you spent losing most CERTAINLY didn’t count, all those FPV’s that you lost at before then, most CERTAINLY didn’t count, right?? Right?? Try a little harder here, Aren. Please try a little harder and please don’t make up lies to make yourself look good because I’ll just keep exposing you as a fraud.



I’m glad you realise that I’m speaking the truth when I say you’re a choke artist, I’m glad you acknowledge that although considering that you spent the last few months saying yourself that you continuously failed when it mattered, it would be a little weird for you to say I wasn’t speaking the truth, although given what you just claimed about your first FPV and title, who even knows with you. But all I know is, you and Lucian are most certainly NOT winning the Grand Rampage. All I know is, you’ll once again choke and shit your pants when the time truly comes and once again, you’ll be eliminated. Please don’t compare my few losses to yours Aren, I’ve won when it mattered plenty of times, I’ve won big matches plenty of times, I’ve won multiple titles plenty of times, I’ve actually won the World Heavyweight Championship AND The Answers World Championship. I’m not some bum like you who has spent his entire career losing, I’m not some bum who relied on being Lannister’s bitch to gain some relevancy in this company. I’m not the guy with the short as fuck title reign, I’m not the guy who has to lie about his accomplishments to make himself look impressive, my accomplishments by THEMSELVES make me look impressive. You should be counting your lucky stars that all that I’m going to do to you at Grand Rampage is eliminate you, because really, I’d have half a mind to come to Russia and buy your family’s house and turn it into a sweatshop and produce Dark Demon t-shirts. You’re not going to do a single thing in this match, Aren. You’re not going to win, who are you fooling? Are you going to start spewing the Lucas Johnson line of ‘I’m going to win this match because I have SO much heart and dedication!’ because you sure as hell AREN’T going to win this match based on your skill level.

Lucas, I don’t know HOW many times I have to tell you, I don’t give a damn if you’ve been in the ring with those people, I don’t give a damn if you’ve been in the ring with the pope, unless you’ve actually beaten those people, I’m not going to be impressed by them. Why on earth would I take you seriously now just because you were in the ring with – and LOST- to people? How does that even begin to make sense? How does it even seem logical to you that because you lost TWO titles within a week, that you lost a ladder match to Liam Catterson, that you lost to nearly everybody and in your OWN words, get knocked down every week and your biggest claim to fame is beating Daniel Marshall, that you somehow, seem to think that it justifies you having a chance at winning the Grand Rampage? You somehow seem to have it in your head that despite losing to everybody on a weekly basis, that you are not only filler but you also a worthy contender to win the Grand Rampage? That you could defeat 39 other people in one match? That you could go on to headline Pain for Pride for the World title? I’m sorry, but that is the most laughable thing I’ve ever heard, it doesn’t even begin to make sense. Nobody gives a damn if you were in the ring with all these people if you couldn’t beat them, I’ve won multiple world titles, I’ve headlined three Pain for Prides and unified two world titles together, which seems more impressive to you? Which looks like somebody who could win the Grand Rampage and somebody who couldn’t? Who looks more likely to win the Grand Rampage – the person who has won multiple world titles or the person who has not only failed repeatedly in title matches, but also barely wins any matches? Why is this SO hard for you to understand? Why is it such a complicated issue for you to understand your place in this match, is it really that big a deal to you that nobody expects you to win? Do you really have to embarrass yourself enough this week just to somehow ‘prove’ to people that you can win this match? That you can beat me and eliminate me or anybody else from this match? I’m honestly baffled by you, I cannot even begin to understand how somebody like you thinks. I can’t even begin to fathom how you think something like ‘heart and dedication’ will get you through this match, why didn’t you win the Pure Championship or the CWF Championship with your ‘heart and dedication’? Did you not have enough ‘heart and dedication’ for those matches or something? Did you somehow gain more ‘heart and dedication’ for this match that you didn’t have for those matches?



It’s okay to just be filler, Lucas. It’s okay for you to not believe you’re good enough to win the Grand Rampage yet, I, myself, didn’t believe that I would win the Grand Rampage back in 2011. Granted, I didn’t need too since I already had a World title guaranteed, but I wasn’t fooling anybody or myself by claiming that I would win. I was fine with being just another guy in the match, I was fine with just getting paid and maybe being lucky enough to get a few eliminations. You don’t need to keep lying to yourself and trying to convince yourself that you could do what Cyclone did in 2010 and have the ultimate underdog victory. It won’t happen, as harsh as that sounds, it just simply won’t. So why keep wasting your time or my time any further, Lucas? Why keep up this shtick when we both know you just won’t win?

Zack Crash does not care a single bit about you, JJ. All you are to Zack Crash is just another lackey, all you and Brody Sparks are to him are little lapdogs that will take his beatings for him and do his dirty work for him. All Zack Crash cares about is getting back the power that he lost from running EAW at Road to Redemption, he couldn’t give two damns whether you, Oasis, or Brody or anybody else is successful or not, he couldn’t give a damn if you lose this match or not, he couldn’t give a damn if you got injured and were forced to retire. It’s quite honestly baffling that you would actually believe that he gives a damn about any of you, the only reason that he even remotely gives a crap about the most hilarious champion in years in Scott Oasis is because he knew Oasis was going to get a title shot, however undeserved his title shot was, and that he could pay off a referee to get Oasis the title and screw the midget himself, Brian Daniels, out of the title. All Crash wanted was the power that comes with being a world champion and since he wasn’t good enough himself to beat that midget, he had to pay off a referee to get Oasis the title. The second that Scott Oasis drops that title, and God can only hope that Tig Kelly beats him for it to bring home more gold for Ireland, Crash will suddenly stop caring about him. If Crash cared even a slight bit about you OR Brody, why doesn’t he do everything within his power to get you a title shot? Why is it Evan Stark, some bum who has never accomplished a single thing in his life and walks out to Taylor fuckin Swift, getting a title shot against the Pizza Boy and not you? Why doesn’t he do everything in his power to get Brody a shot at the Vixens title so we don’t have to see Eris against Maddie for the millionth time? Surely, if he has the power to pay off referees than he has the power to get you two a title shot, but yet he hasn’t even done that. All you are is a lackey that he can use to help him beat up people or take the beatings for him, it’s just like how you were a lackey in Iconomy but yet, you actually seem to believe that Crash even remotely cares about you and I have to admit, it’s pretty pathetic. It’s pathetic that you once again blindly join a stable that promises you the moon and the stars and everything in between and when it fails to deliver, you just can’t see it. It’s pathetic that you can stand idly by and watch Zack Crash for 18 MONTHS stab EVERYBODY in the back, betray and weasel his way out of giving people what he told them he would and STILL believe that you will somehow be different. He had everybody in this company, all the fans, the board, the media, investors, he had ALL of them convinced that he would change this company for the good, that he would change the status quo and that he would make EAW great if he got into power and what happened, JJ? The SECOND that his team wins that match at Territorial Invasion, he turns his back on EVERY. SINGLE. PERSON and beats them up with a riot squad! He promised Clark Duncan the entire world and when he and Clark lost at Road to Redemption, did you see Zack Crash even give a damn about Clark anymore? He ditched him to the side and I have no doubt in my mind that he’ll do the exact same thing to you. So please, spare me this great story about how Crash is going to let you reach your ‘’potential’’ because from what we can base on facts, that isn’t going to happen. But I cannot stop a man from dreaming, I suppose.


And you know why I keep calling you a hick? Why you aren’t on my radar? Why me or anybody else in this match is actually taking you seriously? It’s because YOU DO NOT GIVE ANYBODY A FUCKING REASON TOO! All you fucking do is hit me with the same tired old shtick that EVERYBODY ELSE IS SAYING TO ME! OH MY GOD, I LOST TO XAVIER WILLIAMS! I MUST BE AT THE END OF THE ROAD, I MUST BE PAST IT NOW! OH MY GOD XAVIER BROKE MY ARM! MY ARM! HOW ON EARTH WILL I EVER RECOVER FROM SUCH A BRUTAL INJURY LIKE THAT?! PEOPLE HAVE FALLEN OFF TITANTRONS AND HAD CAREERS AFTER THAT BUT I BROKE MY ARM, I MUST BE FINISHED! OH POOR OL ME! Fucking hell, if ALL you have on me is repeating the same hot garbage that EVERYBODY else is spewing because nobody has anything else on me, if ALL you can keep saying is that you’ll somehow beat me and tell me some incredibly boring story that has NOTHING to do with anything …why the fuck would I take you seriously? Why would I take you seriously when you’re the most generic person in this match? Maybe, just MAYBE, if you hit me with something good, something different, I wouldn’t have to keep repeating myself to you! I COULD tell you why people think I’m unstoppable, I COULD tell  you why everybody thinks you have as much chance of winning as Lucas Johnson or El Landerson does, but I’d just be repeating myself again to you! People have me as the favourite because I WIN MATCHES. BECAUSE I HAVE LEGITMATE ACCOMPLISHMENTS. BECAUSE WHEN I SAY I’M GOING TO DO SOMETHING, I DO IT. THAT IS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ME AND YOU, HOW I GET THAT INTO YOUR HEAD, I DON’T KNOW! I REALLY DON’T KNOW BECAUSE I HAVE NO DOUBT YOU’LL SPEW SOME GENERIC SHIT AT ME AGAIN AND I’LL FEEL LIKE BASHING MY HEAD OFF A WALL AT YOUR SHEER STUPIDITY! PLEASE JJ, PLEASE SHOW ME WHY YOU ARE ON MY LEVEL, PLEASE DON’T GIVE ME ANOTHER FUCKING STUPID STORY THAT NOBODY CARES ABOUT, THIS ISN’T STORY TIME FOR CHILDREN, THIS IS THE FIGHT BUSINESS. GIVE ME A REASON TO CARE ABOUT YOU, GIVE ME A REASON! YOU’RE NOT GOING TO PULL OFF A CYCLONE AND WIN THE GRAND RAMPAGE, YOU’RE NOT GOING TO JUST MAGICALLY SHUT ME UP WITHOUT EVEN TELLING ME HOW, I’M NOT PAST IT DESPITE YOU THINKING I AM! I DON’T HAVE SOME SUPER WEAKNESS THAT YOU CAN EXPOSE JUST BECAUSE I GOT MY ARM BROKE MONTHS AGO!


 PLEEAASE, I’M BEGGING YOU, PLEAAASEEEE TELL ME WHY I’M SUPPOSED TO TAKE A GUY WHO HASN’T WON A SINGLE FUCKING THING IN THIS COMPANY, A GUY WHO DOESN’T KNOW WHAT THE WORD ‘’SUCCESS’ IS LET ALONE KNOW HOW TO SPELL IT, PLEAAASE TELL ME WHY I’M SUPPOSED TO TAKE THIS GUY SERIOUSLY? PLEASE TELL ME WHY YOU ARE NOT JUST THE MODERN DAY MR.BLOOD! PLEASE SPEAK IN COHERENT ENGLISH!


PLEASE TELL ME WHY I’M MEANT TO TAKE THE FORMER LACKEY OF ECLIPSE DIEMOS AND THE CURRENT LACKEY FOR ZACK CRASH SERIOUSLY?!


STOP BEING GENERIC.


STOP BEING AN IDIOT.


STOP BEING FUCKING YOU.



Fuck.