Character Development Promo: “Old Friends, New Battlefield”

(OOC Note: This is actually a collab promo between me and Kelly Hackenschmidt. His character and mine have quite the history together and we might bring that part of our characters to EAW)

The scene opens up to a hallway as EAW Elitist Kelly Hackenschmidt makes his way down a hallway l. He wore a black t-shirt with a white stamp logo on it which read “100% Certified Schmidthead” on it and a pair of black wrestling trunks, knee pads and boots all to match his get-up. His long blond hair flowed freely down to his shoulders as he walked in a tall and proud posture. He carried a gym bag over his shoulder which didn't weigh much for the young Pure- Wrestler.
He eventually reached a doorway out to a large gym room where My Chemical Romance's “Our Lady of Sorrows” had blasted through a stereo system planted to a wall.
He set his gym bag back aside, and took a vacant treadmill. He set the machine to a minimum speed, a timer for forty minutes. The machine was set and Kelly was off! He kept a steady jogging pace and would eventually turn from the mirror attached to the wall over to the rest of the gym.
At a corner near him men were lifting weights and working on machines. Yet it was what happened at the open space on the other side that which caught Mr. Pure Wrestling's eye.
On that side was a pro-wrestling ring where a petite woman of short black hair and very athletic stature. She was wearing a pair of yoga pants and a black sports bra. She was wrestling off with a much bigger balder male. Two of his friends snickered in the corner, they began a discussion just as the two started to circle one another and start that match.

“There's no way this girl's winning.” Said the first as he leaned by the ring apron.

The second chuckled, he had a good clean view of the ring. “She better not, I got two hundred bucks on the line.”

They snickered again, but their friend in the ring reached under for a lockup, the woman dipping her feet up onto him and suspending him halfway across the ring into a monkey flip. The two gasp.

“H-how?” Asked the first as the woman proceeded to jump back to her feet.

Her opponent tried to do the same, yet a she was quick to lock him in a headlock from a seating position. The man reached out for the ropes with both his arms and legs, yet the woman stretched back up and made their way to the center of the ring. The guy however did get back to his feet.

“C’mon, get up Kyle!” Shouted one of the two watching from the side of the mat.

The male in the ring got up, tossed the punky female to the ropes, she bounced off and ran towards him, he went for a back body drop, it was successful, yet the woman landed on her feet and gave her opponent a neckbreaker!

Kelly's treadmill run was finished up by the time the neckbreaker happened. He stopped the treadmill and walked towards the ring.

“Yep.” He chuckled along his walk, crossing his arms. “That's Laura for you.” He said to himself, a grin appeared on his face.

Meanwhile in the practice ring, Laura had already flipped her opponent over, grabbed his head and bridged her back up to lock in 'The Laurafication’.

“Great,” the second one on the sidelines said. “She's got him.”

Laura smirked and tightened her grip, forcing her opponent to tap! Laura broke the hold and slid under the ring towards the two men. She looked up at them.

“So. Which one of you said they owed me two hundred bucks?” She asked, looking to the two jocks.

They both shook and shivered as they looked towards the men’s change room. “I-uh,” he placed his hand behind his neck. “I think my money is in the change room.”

Laura gave off a playful smile. “Good, now then, you better bring me the money you asked for. Never enter a gamble you can't pay.”

Laura watched as the two jolted off and made their way to the men’s change room.

She sighed, crossed her arms and shook her head. “Knew they weren't serious.” She said to herself.

Kelly walked towards the black haired wrestler, beginning a slow clap.

“Laura Laine,” he said as he stopped his clap, a cheerful look under his beard. “Beyond dying your hair black you haven't changed a single bit” He said, leaning his arm on the ring post. “Still one tough bitch as always.”

Laura chuckled, turning herself around to notice Kelly. “Kelly Hackenschmidt,” her proud and stern look eventually turned her cheeks purple. “Nice beard.” She said, pulling back her single black hair-bang. “How is EAW treating you?”

“Stern as always,” he said as he kept a proud look on his face. “I mean, it got a lot better after I heard what happened.”

A smile finally broke onto Laura's face. “Indeed, I debut on Empire on Shock Value.”

“Right when I lose my first match on Dynasty.” He shook his head, playfully, not resisting his urge to smile.

Laura shook her head. “Don't worry about it, trust me, Lucas Johnson is on his way down, I mean, I’ll be honest. I’m not a fan of Amy-Jane’s attitude as of late. I actually honestly hope she is my first opponent, I’ll admit that I’d get a kick out of seeing her tapout.”

“Oh trust me, with an attitude like that, you'll go far in EAW. Though I gotta admit, it's kinda awkward seeing you here.” Kelly shrugged, looking up at the ring.

“What about it?”

“It's just, well, you know. The last time we-”

“Oh,” Laura realized what Kelly was implying. “Look, Kelly, I understand why you made that decision. You were going to be on the road more than ever and the possibility of us carpooling together on the road was going to be less of a possibility. Honestly if I were in that situation I probably would have done the same.”

Kelly shook his head. “That, actually wasn't where I was going. What I was going to say was that I regretted doing it honestly.”

“Wait, wha-”

“Yeah eh. I mean. When you and I first met, I thought you were just like all the other people who had lived their lives thinking that something was magically going to free them from their poor, and well, no offense miserable lives. Yet that all changed when I first got into the ring with you.”

Laura chuckled. “Yeah, I remember right after beating you; we both headed to the back, then first thing you did was shake my hand and buy me a drink.” She leaned her side on the ring corner and twirled the bangs of her black hair she had. “Then well yeah, one thing lead to another.”

Kelly closed his eyes and shook his head. “Oh, those were the good ol days weren't they?” He asked rhetorically.

“Well,” her cheeks turned purple. “I don't have anything to do tonight.” She said, a grin came to her face as she looked up at Mr. Pure Wrestling.

Kelly placed his free hand by his neck and rubbed it. “I- I unfortunately have to. I booked some time to get on the mic and address my views on Lucas Johnson. So tonight might not work the best. You know how I am with work ethics.”

“Right, always Mister five minutes early to click in and five minutes late to clock out.” She rolled her eyes in a joking matter.

“Though, you and I could meet up to watch Shock Value together? I could help you get the run down of all the Vixens on the roster.”

Laura's smile bursted open. “Oh, sure!” She said as she looked up at Kelly. “I’ll cancel my hotel booking for tomorrow and just crash with you until then.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.” Kelly said as the two made very close eye contact. “Anyway, I gotta get my prize money.” She playfully moved Kelly's hair back, winked at Kelly and turned her attention back over to the women's change room. “I’ll see you Sunday then.” She said and waved.

Kelly waved back, a very clear smile on his face. “See ya later.”

Once Laura was in the women's change room, Kelly wrapped his arms together and couldn't help but laugh. “Well, that turned out extraordinarily well.” He said to himself as he walked over to the weights.

“Now to get my weights going.” He pointed towards and empty Hack squat machine and walked towards it as the camera fades to black.

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It baffles me how, after busting him open with my bare hands and making him spill tons of blood, Nico Borg had that in him to do what he had done to Pizza Boy. It baffles me, I'm scratching my head because of it but at the end of the day? He had to do... what he had to do. He done what he said he'd do to him and I couldn't be there for Pizza Boy like I said I would. I've been apologizing to Pizza Boy for not being there for him but he hasn't been himself for the past week or so, which has kind of put a damper on things. It has thrown a wedge in between us but it's a wedge that I'm trying to get rid of. I'm not talking about that though because this week isn't about what happened the other week. I'd rather not even talk about it because I don't think I could ever wrap my head around it. None of that matters much to me this week. What matters is the fact that I'm still standing. Even with things getting tough, I'm still standing here and I'm not backing down. This week? I'm getting in the ring with Lioncross but see, we might be facing each other but regardless of what happens? We like each other... to a degree. See, there's a bit of competitiveness between us. We're competitors, we go out there and we get in the ring, no BS. We stand there and we do what we have to do. Lioncross knows I've had to do what I had to do to get to where I'm at and he has had to do what he had to do to get to where he's at; that much, is known. He knows that I've held the World Heavyweight Championship twice but he seems to think that I've been on top this whole time, like I haven't been through what he has been through. I like him and I wouldn't underestimate but he thinks that I haven't been in a situation like his? I've been in ruts before, it's not like I've been on top for the past few years but I haven't had much breaks in the past few years and I've been here, week in and week out, trying to get back to the top. I know what it's like, to be in his situation because I've been there before. It's been so dire for me but I've been to the top, he hasn't, not here. He has been on top before in this business but he hasn't been on top here, where it matters. I'm a two-time World Heavyweight Champion but like I said after my grueling and tiresome match with Nico Borg, I'm getting back to the top... I'm getting back to where I used to be... I'm getting a spot in the Elimination Chamber to take what Ares Vendetta has and that's the title that I've been trying to take from him for months. Whatever I have to do to get back to the top and take what he has away from him. This week? Is dire for Lioncross but this month? Is dire... for me. It's life or death. I'm not sitting back, thinking that I'm getting what's rightfully mine, I have to take what I think is rightfully mine. I have to get back to the top or I'm nothing. Nothing but a shell of my former self. That would make me sick to my stomach; it's making me sick to my stomach right now to even think about it. This week, when I get in the ring with him, I'm thinking of winning the match. I know that seems a little too optimistic because Lioncross is one hell of a competitor himself but this week is about winning, this month is about winning. Winning; for him and for me. He has said it himself that he's trying to win, that's what he's thinking about but he thinks he has to win no matter the means and no matter what it takes but he's underestimating me a bit. He said not to underestimate him and I'm not but he's underestimating me a little there; I've had to go to means and do whatever it takes before, which I could do this week. We're thinking that and though I'm trying to win, after this match? There's no hard feelings. Lioncross could be bitter, I could be bitter but there's common knowledge between us, that we're getting in the ring with each other to bust our asses off. We're getting in there to compete and that's what he's getting. He's getting the toughest and most relentless competitor there is in this business; a competitor that hardly ever rests, that trains hard and that would kill himself for this business. I've practically killed myself before, I could've killed myself the other week but I'm not that careless. I'm careful but not for myself, for others that I get in the ring with. He said that he has to win to get to where he'd like to be but he's not getting there because I have to win. I have to win this week and I have to win in the Elimination Chamber. That's that I'm thinking about, that's what I've been thinking about and that's what I intend... to do.

You’re at “lost of words”, Nobi? Jesus Christ, take an English class, will ya? Coming into America without a basic grasp on the English language. Pathetic, I tell ya. I’m so glad Donald Trump is our President. He’ll finally put an end to all this nonsense. We’re gonna Make America Great Again. Speaking of Presidents, have you ever noticed that nearly every President hovers around a 50% approval rating? The most powerful man in the world. And half the country doesn’t even like the guy. An insecure panderer like Nobi would probably consider the fucking President a loser because “all the fans don’t love him”. Here’s the thing, kid. When you make a bold stand and show your beliefs, your character, your morals, your values, the core of who you are, to the world… some people are going to dislike you. You have enemies? Congratulations, that means you stood up for what you believe in. Just look at any successful person in the world. They all have their jealous haters. Even LeBron James.

If you don’t have any haters, that just means you ain’t done anything of value for anyone to care about you! You, Nobi, are a classic example. Loss after loss after loss, you talk a big game but then you go right back and lose again. You tell everyone in the crowd what they want to hear. So you’re not really saying anything of substance. It’s just underhanded pandering. Praising the city you're in, or their local sports team. You’re the type to cut a promo in New York, heaping praise on the Yankees for a cheap reaction from the crowd. And then turn around the next week in Boston and start a “Red Sox” chant. You’re a total hypocrite. Rather than be your true self, you hide. We don’t know who you really are. You just try to please everyone. But you can’t please everyone. Certainly not if you want to see any kind of success. It’s the cold, hard truth, Nobi. And the truth hurts sometimes. Just like you’ll be hurting Sunday night in Wisconsin -- a state which, by the way, turned Red in this election.

Let’s look at Donald Trump. A perfect picture of success. Billionaire, beautiful family, hard worker, master salesman, picture of success. Trump is a very polarizing figure. Some broke as a joke losers are so pissed at his victory that they’re protesting on the streets. But that doesn’t matter. He knew what he had to do to win, he did it, and he fucking won! Just like I do, damn near every single time I step in this ring. I kick ass. I beat people down. Some people like it, some people don’t. But I keep my eye on the prize: championship gold. I don’t let any good-for-nothing, broke as a joke, Hot Pocket-eating, pathetic hater bring me down! Let me tell you something: if you do your job well, you achieve some fucking success, losers will always resent you. Because deep down inside, they wish they were you. But they lack the balls and intestinal fortitude to pull themselves up by the bootstraps and get to work. Oh, it’s true. It’s damn true. Nobi, you get a “great reaction” not because you are good at what you do, or even competent, but because you play to the emotions of a certain type of fan. The same kind of loser who hates a successful man like me. You know why? It’s because they see themselves in you. A mediocre guy who was never good enough to make the team, to get the girl, to get the promotion, to get the raise, to live out their lifelong dream… to achieve anything worth writing on a tombstone! You’re gonna die sad, alone, and broken, just like the fools who support you.

So why not hasten the process? Sunday night’s when it begins. When The Rapture chokebomb hits, you ain’t gettin up. And you’re gonna be wishing you were dead. Wishing you were never born. Your life’s gonna flash before your eyes and you’re gonna wonder where the hell you went wrong. And maybe, just maybe, it’ll inspire a positive change within you. Maybe you’ll finally realize what it is you really need to do to achieve happiness, enlightenment, and success. What do they always tell young actors and musicians? If you’re just doing this cause you wanna get famous, you’ll never fucking make it. You, my friend, are just in this to get famous... and you’re not my fucking friend so don’t get any funny ideas. You say you just want to win, but your words betray you. You don’t wanna win. You don’t want to put in the work. You just want the glory. Unfortunately, the only time success comes before work is in the dictionary -- a book you don’t know 99% of the words in cause it ain’t written in Spanglish!

Let me spell it out for you: Nobi, you came to EAW because you’re an attention-seeking fame whore. And you call me the bad guy? What are you then, good? You’re not good. You just choose to lie. You choose to hide. I’m the bad guy? Fine. The bad guy’s coming through, bitch! This Sunday night, the bad guy’s gonna beat you within an inch of your life. And you’re gonna bitch and moan about it next week, and promise your fans it’ll be different next time, just like you always do, you fucking loser. And nothing’s gonna change.

So fuck you, and fuck your fucking fans. God bless America.

SHOCK VALUE #5

Hello there lesser privileged people. My name is Mike Showman and I am richer than all of your previous fourteen generations combined. This past week you may have seen me come in front of the camera a lot and with good reasons. For this week we have the much awaited Shock Value pay per view. An event which is already bound for hall of fame status just because it has two of the most charismatic and classy wrestlers in all of EAW, Jon and me. But yes, the amount of times I did come in front of the camera because all the bullshit I have been receiving could have been limited and I could have been spared of the pain of addressing all the hollow men but there are some people whose basic senses work so less that in order to explain them something I have to repeat myself over and over and over again. But yes, this time, I won’t be talking to them. I believe I have spent more than enough time on them, time that quite frankly, they don’t deserve. What I will talking about right now is about winners. Because that is what Shock Value will be about, winners. When people talk about this event now or in the future, all they will remember is which man or woman was the winner in their respective matches. They are not at all going to spend their time on which moves were amazing, which man or woman delivered the most bad ass speech and all that shit. Added to that, with the kind of matches we are having in this event, the winners will most definitely shape the path of the future that EAW will have. Because after this event, we may or may not have a new EAW champion, a new Hardcore champion and definitely a new rising star. With so many things depending on the winner, it is only natural that winning is the thing I talk about standing so close to the iconic pay per view

So how do you define a winner? If you scour through all kinds of dictionaries and encyclopedias you more or less get “a person or a thing that wins something”. Pretty straight forward right? I mean, you go and participate in a competition, win it and there you are, a winner. But is it all? Is the one who goes on and wins it all a true winner? What about those who put their hearts and souls in a match but in the end, ends up just a little bit short and becomes second? What about all those who participate in an event after fighting against events that everyone thought would not even allow them to participate? Aren’t those people winners too? To be honest, no. And yes, fuck those people. Because as I said, people, as miserable as their memories might be, remember the victors and only the victors. For a while after the event is done, they might talk about the heroic deeds done by these so called brave people for coming out and conquering the odds that were stacked against them but a few days later, they just vanish like smoke from their memories. Now that Donald Trump has won the great election, do you honestly think people give a shit to what Hillary is doing? All the media is focused on Trump, the internet is buzzing on Trump and even in the foreign countries, people are talking about only Trump and has given the finger so far to the ‘efforts’ of Clinton. The situation would have been the same if Hillary would have won instead of Trump. Now that we have established who a winner is, the next logical question would be what makes a winner? Again, if we are to believe the bullshit of all the people around, we would get quotes like “Quitters never win and winners never quit.” Probably heard in their playground when they were growing up. The thing is, the men who never quit are the real losers in the world because a winner knows when to press on and when to quit. He understands what situation he is in and acts accordingly. Let us consider a situation when you are in charge of leading an army and the opposition you face has five times more soldiers than you. Who would you call a winner? A man who reads the situation and backs off thus saving the lives of the soldiers or the man who believes in that bullshit line I just said and pushes on and gets himself and his soldiers killed thus bringing total destruction down on his empire. So yes, a winner, a real winner backs off when he finds the situation demands to back off and presses on when the situation tells him to press on.

With these two conclusions in mind, let us attempt to map them to the scramble match that I am involved in. as I understand, each one of them will go there to win, right? But considering the above established points let us attempt to decipher who the real winner will be in that match. Ahren Fournier? He is the guy who tangled with me unnecessarily in a war of words even after I proved my point and later accused me of being repetitive. He fails to understand and acknowledge that I am far superior to him, just like that guy I talked about who goes into a battle outnumbered and gets himself killed. So yes, that’s him off the list. Maero? He probably is sucking some nice juice demon dick right now. Again, just like Fournier, he makes all the wrong choices and just after maybe seeing my picture in one of the vixen’s secret mobile phone he comes to all wrong conclusions. Ironically, Ahren and Maero are pals and thus I strike him off for the same reason I stroke Ahren off. Now, Solomon Caine. You know what, I will just strike him too because while he may clearly be a winner when it comes to special effects, he clearly isn’t one when it comes to real physical challenges. I am not even sure what kind of match we are fighting or what is at stake here. Then we have Jakob and Noxx. These two men are so reckless that in that army example if it were just two of them against the entire might of Europe and Asia, they would still charge forward with their wooden swords and so let’s strike them off as well. Which leaves us with JD Daemon and Jon McAdams. Now about Daemon, I really don’t know if he will even turn up for the match. He is probably hiding under a rock watching the war of words between us scared because he realizes how very obsolete he has become. That leaves Jon and of course, me. Now if you notice, both of us are very careful. We decided to form a team when at the perfect moment, when we both had the same ambition of conquering. We both are careful in our steps and we both know that winning is all and it shows to be honest. We have probably won more matches collectively than all the people in this match. That added along with the fact that I am unbeaten so far makes it certain that you are looking at winners. 

By the time I am done with this the event will be one more step closer to us. Tomorrow, when I face the other competitors, you know who the winner will be. You know who will be standing tall after the match is done and dusted. Because I have proven by facts that I am a winner, the rightful winner. 

Cheers

My plan last week was to outline the ways that I would end up at the top of the EAW pack. I had a timetable set and everything, and even though those things are made to be broken, all of the EAW fans still deserved to have an idea. Many of my fans aren't happy with my losses, especially the last one, where Lannister, who painted the divide between us as vast, had to be saved by the woman that he allowed me to clock with the Cash In The Vault. That's right, allowed. He wasn't there for her. Yet, she felt that she needed to be there for him. Sickening - I should've put her out of her misery right then and there.

But, before I get too far off topic, my plans to address the fans were ruined. And man, did it turn out better than I ever could've hoped. For Lannister to try to get under my skin again, only to be interrupted by a true annoyance in Tiberius Jones, was beautiful. Sure, sure, they both beat me at different times, but they've taken nothing from me, and they can't stand that. And, they decided to go at each other's throats because of it. Lannister is the prissy royal while Tiberius Jones is the entitled kid who makes up stories about being discriminated against. I, thankfully had to deal with neither of them, as they both laid each other out at different times.

Thankfully on top of that, my opponent this week is neither. My opponent this week is a good man, even if he goes off the rails from time to time. He's shown that it's necessary for that to happen sometimes to succeed in EAW, and he beat Nico Borg at Rite of Passage. This is somebody who revels in victory without his guts being hated, mentors people like Pizza Boy, and probably knows that I'm not somebody to be underestimated despite my recent showings. He'll know that I'm done looking toward a match with Lannister, and that I'm completely focused on him. Tyler Parker is a former World Champion here, and somebody who's been at and around the top for what seems like the longest of time, so I'm not sure he understands where I'm coming from here, but I need to beat him at any costs simply because I need a win.

If he spends any time in the ring thinking about Pizza Boy's teenager phase from last week, I'll be ready to take advantage. But, either way, this is getting dire for me. Wins have been at a premium lately, and I need to feel the sense of victory before I can truly move forward.

I'd be lying if I told you that my best days weren't ahead of me. It would be a very shortsighted delusion of mine to assume that I have everything figured out from the word go. Life in itself is journey that presents many obstacles. Hell, I speak about the things that motivate me, that drive me to come back every week to prove my worth. I come back seeking to be something better tomorrow than I am now or yesterday, but it is that enough? Does it give me a solid foundation going forward? It gives me purpose, but any dogma, based primarily on faith, faith in one's abilities and overall know how, and/or emotionalism, it can prove to be a dangerous weapon to use on others, since it is almost impossible to guarantee that the weapon will never be turned on the user. Nico Borg can try with all his know how to try skew the lines between having purpose, and as he seems to assess a lack of a solid foundation under me, but I did make it clear as crystal to Nico the last time that there was nothing he could say, that he could ever say that could change my fate now or looking toward the future. To his credit though he already seems to recognize that. I will say this, and that is simply that I'm young. The young gun, the fledgling by EAW chronological standards, and with lots of room for growth, yes, and that isn't something that can be accomplished without the proper foundation, yes, Nico I get the basic gist of his analysis of my slow ascension in EAW. I do tend to agree with Nico though. A solid foundation can, in many cases, take years to build, and it does require having a keen sense of direction along with a great deal of discipline, and an understanding of what the ultimate goal is, your endgame. So, with that said, I humbly look forward to entering through and standing inside the gates of hell, this Extreme Elimination Chamber. Nico says a storm is coming, but i ask, what storm of recent times has been able to derail this elitist from kicking in those doors and pressing on? See, my fall though, something Nico is hoping for this week, will only come if I stop believing for a single solitary second that I couldn't walk away from this match the victor, and that just isn't the case. I walk into this week with an open mind, able to rationalize every last thing I say with honesty, and without regret, fully prepared to live with the soon to be conclusive result whether it's win or lose. If I win I'm in, and if I lose then I move on to something else because there is so many more opportunities right around the corner for a youngster like myself. It's really that simple, nothing more nothing less. This week, and I can't stress this enough, has all the makings for the unknown, where you just don't know what will happen, but then again that is what makes that much more exhilarating when it's all said and done.

It's funny, Nico. You’re so well versed on the good word from the Holy Bible, but when it comes to something as simple as ASSessing the competition you do so with a lot of careless ASSumptions trying to seek a bit of variance from the norm trying to find some separation, but all along all you really have is the same basic objective that me and Ryan have, and that's to win this Saturday with the opportunity to perhaps enter into the confines of an unforgiving structure with other veterans, champions...legends, Nico, all so we can continue to build on our own growing legacies, doing battle, risking life and limb with a no return clause in sight. There is no promises of being rewarded for your efforts, just a ton of physical pain, and if you are weak of heart, then emotional pain as well. It's stepping into the ring of fire, and I am definitely ready to take that step, and to be fair, I know you would be too. Your concerns for what I may or may not become is too premature at this point. When we get in that ring on Saturday, Nico, there is not going to be any letup in sight from any combatant in this match. It's really going to be who wants it more, and the longer it goes the more someone like me will thrive. Your efforts to sell me short this week have proven to be pretty much a waste for the most part. You are doing pretty much what i said from the get-go that you may do, and that's basically dismiss me believing wholeheartedly that i just don't belong here with a shot at qualifying and competing for the opportunity perhaps become the next Answers World Champion. You jumped on the bandwagon as i suspected. You came in expecting the same Rex McAllister, and I've got to tell you, I've learned from some of the mistakes I was making before. You wanted it to be more difficult this week? Well, it's pretty safe to say that will be the case this weekend. Though, and here is just another of your careless ASSumptions, if you truly believe that the others you'll be competing against, assuming you win our match this week, will just suddenly revere you going in, then I'm sure you're going to end up being proven wrong on that too. Do me huge favor and stop making the mistakes YOU’RE making here this week, and start, if you have not already, get prepared for battle on Saturday. Prepare, and I'm begging you, please, underneath all that hidden self-assurance, be prepared for anything and everything that could potentially happen. In other words, don't keep that mind of your closed to your possible demise, or I'll make sure to open it for you and make you see it for yourself as plain as day by match's end.

I think it goes almost without saying that, Mr. Marx, you have been quite the disappointment this week. This was supposed to be your moment, remember? All eyes were going to be on you this week, Ryan, just like you said. So what happened to sacrifice and ambition, huh? You didn't bother to sacrifice any time out of your day yesterday speak a word, and you certainly haven't shown a lick of that so-called ambition you stated that you have more of than Nico, or myself. Instead you have now reduced yourself to trying to do the balancing act between confidence and faith. I get it too, Ryan. You being ambitious is predicated on how much confidence you actually have, which to you is far more tangible than having faith. However, let’s break down what having faith actually means. It means that there is a great level of trust involved in a given process that everything will work itself out and yield the results you need. It means that you can’t be deterred or derailed from a given path that has proven a thousand times over again to be successful and significant in building a solid foundation. It means having an unshakeable trust in what you are doing, and that you can never be truly defeated no matter how brutal the battle, or how much you actually give to a given cause. Now, let’s see, confidence. Having a great deal of confidence, it’s not a bad thing, just as long as you still are able to keep an open mind and give consideration to all the probable things that can come about in any given scenario whether it be obstacles that were already in place from the start or ones that we may unintentionally bring unto ourselves.  Having confidence means you have very little doubt if any at all in the abilities you possess and your understanding of how to use them effectively to successfully tackle any given task that is either manmade or ones you placed yourself. Having confidence means you have an unshakeable belief that outcome is ever in your favor no matter what anyone says to otherwise try and throw you off track of your goal. That’s why you will not back down this week just as you haven’t any other week, nor will you going forward. You are unflappable, and that is a trait that you have that is to be commended Mr. Marx, but it really doesn’t make you any more deserving, it just means have a stronger belief that confidence always supersedes faith on any given day of the week no matter what the circumstance or scenario may be. It’s really a very narrow-minded short-sighted point of view of things, but it’s one you have survived with so far, and perhaps even thrived a bit, but it still doesn’t take away from the fact that you still have so much more to prove. Ryan, your attempts to degrade faith by placing confidence on such a high pedestal says you really don’t have a great deal of understanding of them both, only choosing to highlight the one you feel you have a great understanding of. You want to know a known fact about confidence? Having confidence alone is not enough, and the reason being is because it be a very fleeting trait, especially if you are solely reliant on it and you get knocked down so many times until one day the cracks start to show in your foundation. What once seemed to be unbreakable does become breakable with the right prodding, and lack of counteraction for all the knock downs. There is a breaking point, one can’t survive without the other for very long, Ryan, and somewhere down the line you will heed these words I say to you and even if you don’t ever acknowledge them aloud, you will come to figure this out eventually, mark my words. I personally see myself as having a combination of them both. In my humble opinion I believe you have to have deep and strong faith in what you are doing as well as confidence. Anyone can possess just confidence and walk into any battle with your guns cocked and ready to unload, but what happens when every last bullet misses it’s target, or worse yet hits the target and it still doesn’t fall or get fazed by your onslaught? What happens, let’s say hypothetically speaking, if it came down to just you and Ares Vendetta in that Chamber? You, Ryan, a man who believes he is willing to sacrifice more so than myself or Nico, a man that is so much more ambitious going up against a man whose main objective is destroy your existence? A man that has taken months off the careers of legends like Hades, Devan Dubian, Tyler Parker, and just recently Bryan Daniels, and I guess that is something we all would have to take into account if we were to advance to the chamber match, now wouldn’t we. The point is though, the ones Ares has put on the shelf had both confidence and unwavering faith along with motivation to come back and right the ship. The aforementioned competitors I used as examples before in my last video have both too, Ryan. They always had the confidence that they could go into any match environment against opponent(s) and win, and even when they didn’t succeed they still had unwavering faith that the abilities they possessed were enough to get the job done the next time they got a chance to show it. The New Breed title I currently hold is not the big payoff for me, Ryan. The big payoff comes through finally being recognized for my hard work. It may be the lowest title, but it’s like you said, it’s a step. It’s a title that generally means that he who holds it has shown that they may have the potential, and have very bright futures in the company. It’s not always the case, but it’s still far too early for you and Nico to be trying to bring me down, especially after only one title defense to show for. If you want to act as this Messiah, why don’t you wait until you’ve actually fully established yourself, because right now not everyone knows or even cares about the name Ryan Marx yet, and you can’t say otherwise either or else you wouldn’t be going through all this trouble of trying to defend your philosophy to anybody. You wouldn’t be needing to say how much more ambitious you are or how much more you say you are willing to sacrifice. Those who are firmly established would never need to or deem it necessary because they would already have an established reputation that proceeded them, and you don’t have that. That little tiny glimmer of hope you may have had at winning this weekend is gone. You've wasted everyone's time this week spouting out old outdated rhetoric said a thousand times over by countless others before you ever even thought of taking the next step in your career to get to this point. Ryan, it's safe to say, without it being considered an assumption, that your endgame in all of this has been trumped. It's not a concern of mine, but again you could've done better. You ain't a Messiah, and you haven’t reached your peak yet here in EAW to even be speaking so highly of yourself. Get through the trial period first and then we'll see where you are, because right now you aren’t there yet, and that's why this qualifying match was never meant for you. You bitched your way into this match, forcing HRDO’S hand, but believe me, you never had a chance, and you still don't no matter what you choose to say. Goodluck going forward, Ryan, because the next part, the next period is where everyone, all eyes will be on you for sure. Don't fuck it up.

I can't help but wonder that when tomorrow night comes just how far I am going to go, how far I will need to go to get the job done. It's a triple threat, and not to be confused with the scramble series at Rite of Passage. That was a challenging match, but the competition was not there, and I hate to disrespect all of them because they are fine, fine talents, guys who can get the job done against anybody on any given night. However, none of them were truly battle tested in recent times like Nico, nor have they taken on top flight talents consistently within the last few months like Ryan. So what brings me to the dance? What can I do to change the views many pundits have when it comes to Rex McAllister as a potential main event talent? What will it take? Through the aches and the pains, the fatigue, and overlooked work being done week in and week out. Am I really only the supposed face of the New Breed in their eyes? I know it doesn't matter whether I'm happy or not with that label. People don't really care. All I can do is what I can do, and what steps I go about doing it. That is what I can control, so I have to leave up to that in order to change many people’s perceptions that they have about me. I don’t have any tricks up my sleeve, no fail safe plans. There will be no rabbit out of the hat or penny from behind the ear with me. What you see now is what you can expect tomorrow night, and that’s an ultra-competitive, tenacious kind of guy, with a heart that as big as a chasm that is so far wide and so deep that it could never be bridged. When this is over, and the dust has settled, I won’t seek anybody’s respect, nor will I look for your permission to enter that Chamber, or have to gripe about my getting a spot in it, because I know that just like at Rite of Passage I will walk away fulfilled knowing I earned it, all of it. Another door will be kicked down, and another path will be made to lead me to the next. In doing so you will find out why…why I wrestle…why I keep coming back…and why I will eventually succeed.

I’m at lost of words here. To be honest, I’m really at lost of words here. That never happens in my whole life. I honestly don’t know what to say. As you saw and heard last week, I already made myself clear. I want to be better, I want to make something for myself, I want to be a consistent performer, but more importantly, I want to be the fucking winner. For whom? For every single of the fans around the world that keep supporting me every day in and day out. No matter how many time I lost, no matter how many times I fall, they just keep giving me a positive reaction. Why is that? I don’t know. Is it because I have a natural charisma? Is it because I’m not a racist? Is it because I treat anybody and everybody as equals? I don’t know. I honestly don’t know. But that goes without saying: they deserve better. They deserve better for anything. They deserve better for everything. Everywhere I go, people keep chanting me. Everywhere I go, people keep supporting me. In all of sudden, people consider me as their hero. You know what I’m gonna do? All I’m gonna do is just trying to keep getting better and better every single day for every single fans around the world. Yes, for every single fans around the world. Why? Because all people are the same. All country are the same. What isn’t the same is, their individuals human being.

You see, USA is a good country. I like living there. They introduced me to something that I love: Wrestling. Wrestling is my job, but more importantly, wrestling is my love. Fortunately, this profession gives me a big opportunity to land my hands on somebody’s face without breaking the law. Yes, I’m talking about you Cody Marshall. You see, the people like you are the kind of people that will make people label USA as a bad country. The people like you are the kind of people that will keep bringing negative energy to USA. I’m sure, you are fully aware that the fans hates you. I’m sure, you already know the reason why they hate you so much. It’s because you are nothing more than just another racist, arrogant, scumbag. Isn’t it ironic that I the foreigner one is more likeable than you will ever be? Isn’t it ironic that they favor the foreigner one over than their own native one? Isn’t it ironic that I represent YOUR country much better than you will ever did? If you doubt me, you can check it yourself that every single fans around the world loves me. But then again, they deserve something better. They deserve a better American than you. They deserve to see a rasist to get a beat down. The fans deserve something better from me, and I’m gonna doing something better for them, starting from you, Cody. You can believe that!

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

(Interviewer is sitting comfortably in his house, reading a newspaper, because he likes reading newspapers)

???: *faint whisper outside* Trill…

 

Interviewer: Huh???

 

???: Trill….

 

Interviewer: Ahren I know that’s you get out of my bushes

 

???: Trillll…..

 

Interviewer: AHREN COME ON!

 

(He turns to look out the window, and sees nothing… Ahren appears behind him)

 

Ahren: Whats up?

 

Interviewer: AHHHHH!!!

 

Ahren: AHHHH!! Why are we yelling?

 

Interviewer: Stop coming into my house uninvited… .I thought you were outside

 

Ahren: Oh.. No that’s Jennipurr

 

Interviewer: Jennipurr can talk now?

 

Ahren: Naw, I put a tape recorder on her back that says trill at all times…

 

Interviewer: Why….

 

Ahren: To let people know who she belongs to duh… Much better than a collar, those choke the animals

 

Inteviewer: Ok… Are you eating my food..

 

(Ahren takes out an apple from behind his back)

 

Ahren: Yes….

 

Interviewer: Well stop…

 

(Ahren drops the apple)

 

Interviewer: Not right this second… god damn it

 

AHren: Ok cool so, can you leave?

 

Interviewer: Leave….? My house?

 

Ahren: Yeah I want to use it for this thing.. this promo as some call it

 

Interviewer: no…

 

Ahren: Come on you have the perfect lighting

 

Inteviewer: Ugh fine…

 

(Ahren sets up camera and sits down on the interviewers couch)

 

Ahren: Ugh this couch sucks.. get one from a tv studio… I should’ve brought mine.. damn it

 

Interviewer: Thanks… I’ll keep that noted

 

Ahren: So…

 

Interviewer: So what?

 

Ahren: So why are you still here?

 

Inteviewer: it’s my house?

 

Ahren: I said leave… you’re making me nervous standing there like a creep…

 

Inteviewer: FINE!

 

Ahren: Thanks!

 

(Interviewer goes outside, and watches from the window)

Soloman, you keep going on and on about how I should change who I am for you because these people in your head keep telling you that I’ll burn in hell or something? Well just like I told Maero I love getting tanned, the darker the better so bring it on. I’m not scared of people from the sanatorium, I’m not scared if you act like a dog for some reason. I’m not afraid of empty threats. If I don’t have any contact with any of these people, or gods that you speak of then quite frankly I’m not going to listen. I’m going to keep doing me, and keep being successful. In the life that I’m in right now. Whatever comes afterwards, it is what it is, but we only have one life. And in this life I’ve been handed many of great gifts, so you know what? I’m going to take advantage of everything this life has given me. I’ve been given a lot of gifts. Good looks, charisma that doesn’t quit, the athletic prowess like no other, and the ability to bring joy to everyone when I go out in that ring, when I strap on my fairy wings. I mostly do this for me, because you know, I’m the one that matters most in this whole world, but I will say I do enjoy giving other people enjoyment out of what I do. After all they do pay my bills, and if they’re enjoying what I’m doing, that just makes it feel so much better. And why would I want to stop my joy? Or anyone elses for that matter? If it’s not hurting anyone else, and everyone is digging it, whats the problem? It’s not a sin to enjoy what you do is it? And I do enjoy it every much. So the next time they try to tell you something about me, one let them tell me face to face or however you communicate, or just let it go to voicemail, because honestly, I don’t really care about the judgments of others… Even if they are supposedly some sort of god.

Ok, now that we’ve got that settled. Jon, going out to talk with Maero didn’t really concern you, I had a lot more to say but it wasn’t the time to say it. He mentioned you being a threat so I had to correct him on that simple fact there’s only one threat in this match, and that is me. If a rebuttal to what you said is what you want, then I’ll give it to you. If it will end this stupid meaningless conversation you're right.

 

(Jennipurr attacks the interviewer.. the scuffle continues throughout the promo)

 

Is that what you want to hear? You were right, but all this was, was a misunderstanding, I thought you meant this calendar month, you just meant these past 4 weeks. So there you go, technically we were both right, but just to boost your ego, I'll let you have this one pointless argument. Just to end this argument, like you’ve brought me down to your level, I feel like I’m arguing with… like a child. You’re dumb, nuh uh you are, nuh uh you, it’ s just time to end the cycle.  Just end it. It’s getting us nowhere, and neither of us will agree, so whats the point? But  for the thousandth time, and hopefully last, because I really don’t want to repeat myself again, even so, 2-2, worst month ever? Not so bad. Still better than any months that you’ve strung together here. But Jon, Misunderstandings happen all the time, like your misunderstanding of the definition of what a man with class is. A man with class…. Seeing that you love definitions so much, is someone who is admirable, who is very fair and polite. I don’t see any of these characteristics in you. You remember how you used to make fun of and berate that poor man Jerry? That wasn’t very classy. Then you and say I am a retard by you simply because for the way I like to have fun. Not classy, you have no understanding for your fellow man, you mock what you don’t understand even though it brings joy to oh so many other people. It’s because of that jealousy that you have, you’re jealous of me, everything about me. Oh and Jon you mock me because I swore? You say I'm not intelligent because I swore. Ok, well let me explain something to you. There is a study deconstructing that myth about curse words. The result showed that people who could name the most swear words within a minute also tend to score higher on an IQ test. The study concludes that a rich vocabulary of swear words is a sign of rhetorical strength rather than the attempt to hide verbal deficits.

 

(Jennipurr is just kicking the shit out of the interviewer)

 

 Yet again another repetitive statement, an exact statement that you said last time. You know what happened last time after I was “broken”? I beat you. That’s what you keep forgetting, or choosing not to remember, or acknowledge. I’ve beaten you not once, but twice; and you can say that you left the ring with your hand held high at the end, but who was the one holding your hand? It wasn’t the ref, because you didn’t win. You were holding your own hand up which makes you look needy. Needy for the attention you never get, because quite honestly you don’t really deserve any. Your gimmick of a perfect gentleman? There’s someone on Showdown that’s been here for like 2 weeks and he’s doing a better job of it than you. Not once during your entire stint within EAW have you ever been a gentleman. Not once have you been original, or interesting, or creative, you’ve just been meh. Your in ring work? Has been less than meh, it’s been just downright terrible. Your biggest accomplishment was taking advantage of Mike Showman hitting me from behind, that’s your most proud moment. Speaking of, this duo of you and Mike Showman? Embarrassing. I mean you two haven’t even wrestled a match together yet, but you still want to go on and on about how you’re the best tag team. Just because you say you have class, do you have the credentials to back it up? Not really. So I don’t get that, seeing that neither of you are even top tier talent within the singles division. But that’s just Jon McAdams for you, making things up, trying to tell you how great he is instead of actually going out there and showing you. That’s what I do, I back what I say up out there, because after all, we aren’t politicians just talking here. We have to actually go out there and do what we say, and so far you haven’t been able to do that. So go ahead Jon, keep talking about the months as the keep flying by, and you stay in the same position that you’ve always been, a pathetic sad little man, who thinks he has more brain power than he does. Being repetitive over and over again, with the same arguments. With the same drawn out gimmick that isn’t working, because he has no idea how to be the man he wants to be, the man that he claims he is.

 

(Like it’s real bad, you can tell she’s been in many fights in her days)

 

As for Mike Showman, that was a really cute skit you had there, with that man that look nothing like me. But you want to talk about the match, and the match alone? I got you. You guys are greatly underestimating the significance of this match. Mike showman, Jon McAdams, Danny Knox, Jakob TheLion, for you guys this is your very first FPV, and to you guys, I'm sure you're just going into this thinking well it's just another match. But it's not, this is a big deal, and until you're actually out there under those lights, in front of a capacity crowd screaming, and cheering for or against you, you don't know what it's like. You can get caught up in it all, I was in the same position as you all are now back in September. In the same exact type of match, I technically have the experience over you guys, I know exactly what I'm getting myself into. Unlike last time, I know what I'm doing, I know what I'm capable of, I've grown so much since that time, and I'm ready to spread my wings and fly. To capture that brass ring that everyone wants so bad. For months now I've been saying how I haven't been given an opportunity to move along in this company, and that's true. Now that I finally have one, now that I can actually go out there and prove everything that I've been claiming, you actually think I'm going to go out and squander it? Look I love to have a good time, I make jokes, I put myself into ridiculous situations to entertain myself mostly, because it is fun. That's what you people forget, this is wrestling and it's supposed to be fun. You're all so serious all the time you're bound to get burnt out. But when the lights shine bright, and it's time to stop playing games, and out the serious face on? Well that's what I do, there's a reason why I'm called the next great face of EAW. That's not just a gimmick, it's not just a name, it's fact. I am the next guy in line to do something great here, and I'm at the cross roads to actually achieve it. And if you think that any of you can go toe to toe with me within that squared circle, you're sorely mistaken. Yes I've been beaten before, but I'm a perfectionist, a fast learner, and I won't be fooled again. If you all want this more than me? Go out there and prove. But I can be damn sure after the match just as much as I am right now, that it's not possible. I am going in there the next great face of EAW, and walking out The Face of EAW.

 

(Interviewer busts through the door, all bloodied and cut up)

 

Interviewer: AHREN WHAT THE HELLS WRONG WITH THAT CAT!!

Ahren: She’s a wild beast, she cannot be tamed. Just like her owner… See ya fellas..

 

(Camera fades to black, as Ahren smiles and waves to the camera)

 
Oh, Marco, are you serious right now? Like, are you actually fucking serious right now? I feel like all the things you’re saying are just a petty cry for attention. Do you honestly think that it is okay to stoop that low when you’re around me? There is no way on God’s green fucking earth that I am going to allow that to slide. I’ve always seen you as a little bit of a coward Marco, but I didn’t think to take you as such a fucking pussy. Is this how all of your friendships work, dude? Whenever things go awry do you turn into this ridiculous character and create drama? People take you as a soft little boy, but truthfully speaking, you’re sounding like a bitchy teenage girl. We are supposed to be friends, and you’re here looking to make me out as the bad guy! Are you fucking serious?! You’re the one who cost me the Hardcore Championship let me remind you yet again. In one of our tag team matches, I did all the work and then you tagged in and got the pinfall victory yourself. What the hell goes on in that brain of yours? You want us to get on the same page, and I am all for it buddy, but if you continue to keep doing these preposterous actions then I’m going to have to back out.  You’re saying that my pride and my ego are getting in the way, well you are the biggest fucking hypocrite on the entire roster. You let your actions decide that fate for yourself. Do not deny the mistakes you have made, because you’ve made plenty. Truthfully speaking, I did get over them all. I let those spotlight-stealing moments slide, and I even accepted your apology for costing me the Hardcore Championship – I was the bigger man there. However, the blunders you make over and over and over again is really starting to piss me off. It wouldn’t usually, however all of those blunders are affecting us not only as a tag team but as a friendship. I have mentioned before and I will mention it again – I see amazing potential in you to be one of the best damn wrestlers in EAW history. You could be one of the greats, and I truly mean that. But if this is how you really act and if this is how you really feel, then you aren’t going to make it in this business.


“Do you understand how much this affects me Keelan?”


“I’m bleeding on the inside, Keelan…”


Christ almighty! Marco, we’re not twelve years old! Go to your mama and grab your set of testicles back! Name one thing I have done that has pushed you to this supposed brink of yours, because I literally cannot think of a single thing. I’ve done nothing but show you respect! When people give you the cold shoulder, I’m there for support because I see what everybody else doesn’t. I give you the god damn admiration that nobody else in this fucking locker room gives you, and you take it, wipe your ass with it and throw it in my face. I hope you’re not as selfish as you’re making yourself out to be right now, and I hope this isn’t the real Marco Fedor you are portraying because I’m not liking it very much.
Now I’m a guy who lives in the moment, so I don’t worry about the future very often. I don’t worry about what this match will do to us, because I like to think that afterwards we’re going to see the bigger picture and enter that tag team tournament as the underdogs. I don’t worry about what you’re going to do to me in the match. Hell, I don’t even worry about matches – I just go out there and win them. So with all that said, if this “transformation of Marco Fedor,” is supposed to have me shaking in my boots, then you’re a bigger idiot then you’ve made yourself out to be. How did me wanting to have this match make you bring up bad thoughts from your past? Why are you blaming me for having memories of yourself being bullied in the schoolyard and being abused by your father go through your head? How have I done that? Again, that’s continuing to make me out to be the bad guy in this mess that YOU have created. You’re creating drama which is making everything unnecessarily worse. In fact, that’s called guilt-tripping. The past is the past. If you’re so focused highly on how the past is getting to you, then you are unable to look forward to what lies ahead in the future. You’re overthinking, and you of all people should know what that leads to, because it has costed you opportunities time in and time out. Overthinking means second-guessing, and second-guessing leads to failure. The minute you start overthinking is the minute you begin to doubt yourself Marco, and the minute you begin to doubt yourself is the moment you lose your chance. You’ve ruined multiple chances for me to have solo success. Are you afraid that if I win a singles championship that I won’t want to be your tag team partner anymore? Are you afraid that I’ll forget about you? Don’t be a fucking child. You know honestly not even teenage girls overthink this badly. Most of them would notice their mistake the first time and attempt to never make another one like that again.



Let me explain to you why I asked for this match, and honestly I should have told you why I wanted it sooner. It’s most likely not going to change the opinions you’ve already thrown out at me, but you deserve to know. I asked for this match because real men use these feelings they have built deep down inside as a weapon. They use it as a tool to unleash it on their opponent in each match. They don’t get all soft about it, and use their words to attempt to resolve petty differences. No, real men settle their differences in the ring. They figure out how they can get on the same wavelink, and move forward after it is all said and done. Marco, if you are still too fragile after I kick your ass at Shock Value, then you are too fragile to ever become a champion. That’s the harsh reality. All of these soft stories about your past isn’t fooling anyone. I feel like you’re spreading all this drama as a plea for attention, and for what? You’ve already gotten my attention. You got it the moment I asked to be your tag team partner, and asked to take you under my wing and help you become a star. I am so upset with you Marco, and there’s no promises that I won’t still be upset with you after Shock Value. It seems like you’ve let out your true colours here, so again if this is how you really are deep down inside, it might be worth making a change to yourself immediately. I see potential in you, and now I can see why you’ve never fully lived up to it. You’re soft, and I’ve never heard of a man who’s soft ever hold championship gold. Marco, sort your shit out, otherwise come this Sunday, you’re going to be begging for me to quit hurting you. You’ll be saying more than just, “I quit,” I can promise you that. If you even mention once during our match anything in regards to how you’re feeling or how I’ve, “hurt you,” then I’m going to absolutely destroy you. You won’t get any physical damage done to me in that ring whatsoever if you don’t sort your shit out, and you wouldn’t like it very much when I turn your body around and make you my bitch. 

SHOCK VALUE II: SILENCE IS NOT ACCEPTABLE.

DRASTIK, WHERE ARE YA, MAN? I’VE BEEN WAITING TOO LONG.

(Nathan Fiora is seen crushing the rose from the last time we saw him.  There is dried up blood around his hands and on his suit.  Fiora seems to be growing out his beard and his eyes are wide open.  Nathan walks to a throne in the middle of the room.  It’s bright pink-orange and gold colors give color to the scene.  Preacher Jamal and Rebecca Sawyer emerge and look at Nathan.  They kneel down and begin to worship Nathan.)

Preacher Jamal: Oh, Hardcore God!  Haveth mercy on the foolish souls that curse your holy name.  We do not deserve thy grace, but we shall beg for it.  


Rebecca Sawyer: Gracious father, the sovereign king of all things extreme, please continue to bless us with your amazing feats and words.  The world is beginning to love your name and your acts.  

(Nathan blows the rose from his hands and puts them over the heads of Rebecca Sawyer and Preacher Jamal.  There is a brief silence before both begin to speak in “tongues”.)

SPEAK IN TONGUES. LET THE HOLY FIORA SPIRIT CONTROL YOU!

Preacher Jamal: The fact that Drastik has a title match is stupid!  

Rebecca Sawyer: Drastik is the little bitch no one wanted to return!  

Preacher Jamal: Does this brotha even have good fashion sense?  

Rebecca Sawyer: Hopefully Drastik doesn’t kill himself from hearing our words of truth!  

Preacher Jamal: My son!  The water’s not that deep, but please don’t intentionally drown ya’self! 

Rebecca Sawyer: Oops, I think those sails didn’t do him any good! 

(All three members burst into uncontrollable laughter.  Both Jamal and Sawer get up and grab some chairs for themselves.  Their facial expressions are full of confidence.  Some young men and women dressed in ripped clothes give cups to the gang.  They proceed with filling the cups with alcohol.)

OUT WITH THE OLD, IN WITH THE NEW.  

Nathan Fiora: Man, aren’t these peasants just the best?  Being a God is the best job ever.  Oh, yeah.  Let’s get down to the matter at hand.  Drastik.  Where have you been, buddy? C’mon, I’m sitting around, doing my usual celebrity acts and I check for your response because why not.  Guess what?  I don’t see anything from your end.  I’m more than sure I’m not going mentally bonkers like you are, so I know what I’m talking about.  This is very disturbing because this is supposed to be your comeback; the biggest opportunity for you to get back into the EAW scene successfully.  You came back a few weeks ago and “sent a message” to me, which wasn’t the smartest move.  You don’t put your hands on the people that almost mean as much as me to yours truly.  Then you started to prove that you can handle chumps that I can mop the floor with.  You should definitely give yourself a BIG pat on the back for that.  At this rate, you could probably beat Marco Fedor or his “current” ex boyfriend Keelan Cetinich, which is great and all, but they’re not me.  The sad thing about this whole situation was that you had so much confidence and then instantly disappear.  There’s only a few acceptable explanations for you not showing up today.  You either a: Don’t care about this historic match or B: you accepted the truth that came from my lips and decided to leave before it was too late.  But hey, Drastik would never do any of that because he’s such a respectable and loyal man...right?  WRONG.  This isn’t surprising to me at all.  Drastik has tried to get everyone’s attention again and not be forgotten, but maybe he just forgot himself.  Hmm.  I have a theory.  Maybe he just decided that he isn’t good enough to step into this ring with me.  Or maybe he just left because he doesn’t care about anyone but his damn self.  Those are very plausible; aren’t they, Jamal and Becca? 

(Both Rebecca and Jamal smile and nod.)

THE DISRESPECT COMING TO MY TITLE AND I IS UNSURMOUNTABLE. CHANGES WILL BE MADE.

Nathan Fiora: This is unacceptable.  I am supposed to be in this event, defending and fighting, like my marketing team told me.  My goal can’t be accomplished when I’m getting some suicidal trainwreck to go up against me in a hardcore title match.  I’ll be the first to say it here and it will continue throughout the rest of the wrestling world.  I know what you maggots are thinking.  CARLOS FAILED, PROBABLY LIKE HE’S GOING TO FAIL THIS SATURDAY AGAINST THAT TROLL-LIKE CREATURE.  Basically, Carlos really dropped the ball with this match, worms and pigs!  What a surprise; I’m actually pretty pissed.  This is what I’ve complaining about for the last couple of weeks.  I want to fight the best that this company has to offer and I’m not getting what I want.  At this point, I’m just going to lay back every week at ringside because I believe that my competition isn’t worth it.  I’d rather go out to shoot T.V. shows and be in the media because it’s more significant to me than this right now.  Carlos Rosso has been “trying” to meet my demands and gives me opponents that I’ll utterly demolish in front of your eyes.  This is not how the Hardcore Champion should be treated.  I’m going to go to EAW Headquarters and tell them how shitty this Voltage General Manager is.  Then I’ll go out and kick Rosso straight in the dick and I’ll make him bow down to me, like he should be doing right now.  I should be facing someone worthy of my time in the main event and not some stupid piece of shit who’s probably crying himself to sleep at this very moment.  But hey, does my opinion matter to any authority figure anyways?  No.  So after Shock Value, I’m going to make sure that they know how I feel.  I will get what I want because I’m God on Earth; a man who should be worshipped and loved by all.  When I don’t get that, I become a God of Punishment and Jealousy.  So this is a message to Carlos and any of his goons who thinks that my career is some sort of probability game; stop the bullshit, give me what I want the most.  

Preacher Jamal: GIVE THIS GOOD MAN WHAT HE DESERVES.  THIS SYSTEM IS UNFAIR TO THE HARDEST OF WORKERS.  

(Nathan chugs down his drink and demands for another drink.  When the servant begins to pour in more alcohol into his cup, Fiora grabs the bottle and shoves the servant.  Fiora pouts as he takes a drink of the bottle.  He then slams his fist on the side of the throne.)

ANYONE WHO WANTS TO DEFY MY LEGACY WILL BE TARGETED AS WELL. HAVE FEAR IN YOUR WORDS, NOT MY NAME. 

Nathan Fiora: Speaking of messages, who the hell does this roster think they are?  When did I give them permission to mention my name in vain?  I see this day in and day out and I’m getting sick of it. I am Chi-Town’s Finest Aristocrat and the masses treat me like this?  Disgusting.  No, this will not be continuing.  If I see my name said ever again and used in a negative light, I will put them on a personal hit list.  The consequences of saying my are not going to be pretty at all, so here’s my advice on that subject: DON’T SAY MY NAME.  My presence has not changed and I will begin to conquer more areas of this show very soon.  The time for expecting people to come to me is over.  I might have an opponent for my title in that random scramble match, but who really cares about that?  They are just proving who’s on top of the lowest of the pecking order.  Simple as that.  Oh, was that a dick thing to say?  Of course, because I don’t give two shits about anyone’s feelings, unless you’re Rebecca Sawyer or Preacher Jamal.  This is time for change and I promise you that 2016 will continue to be the year of Nathan Fiora.  By the end of it you’ll all realize how much I changed the landscape of this business.  This Saturday will be the continuation of the book of Fiora.  The text will say “Nathan Fiora vanquished the self-loathing freak in record time, then set his mission to set Voltage into flames”.  Is that electric enough for ya?  

THE WAITING IS OVER. ACT OR DIE.

(Nathan Fiora gets off his throne and grabs a barbed-wire baseball bat.  He walks out of the room, silent and determined.  The camera fades to black.)

Shock value #4


Oklahoma City, Thursday, 11:15 P.M


(The scene opens on the streets of the Ardmore district of Oklahoma City. The streets are nearly deserted due the freezing weather on this night. Only the most desolate of city's population, who have nowhere to take shelter, Stand on the streets tonight. The camera pans across several people, all them homeless without clothing thick enough to keep them warm, shivering in the shadows from the chill in the air. The camera continues to pan across them until it stops in front of Solomon Cain standing under a street light.)

Caine: "My Brethren!"

(He says with each word punctuated with his hot breath visible against the light.)


Caine: "Hear my voice, for the words I speak are the ones of those who have sent me. Soon, sooner than any of you would realize, all of your suffering will come to an end. The ones who have sent me, they are coming to cleanse the world of your sickness. They are sending fire that will end you all! How joyous that day will be when the glorious reign falls down upon the earth. But that day will not come unless the sacrifice they have called for, is prepared for them on their altar at the hour they have appointed. This Sunday they are calling for a great multitude to be slaughtered in their name, and I will perform the duty they have entrusted me with. On the day of lightning, they shall demonstrate they power they wield when they may waste to the chosen whom they have found fault with. What great honor, and horrid fortune is theirs.

What a grand fate that awaits Danny Knoxx. He who had made great boast of his strength, has been humbled to where his words are but the buzzing of a fly! You have already received a small taste of what lies in wait for those who speak ill of my masters. You have already been stripped of the pride you once defined yourself by, and now my masters are sending me to strip away everything else that defines you now. They are coming to wrench from you your ineptitude, your vanity, and even your allies whom you shall watch being consumed by the great fire. No, for when you had the chance to present yourself humbly before them, you instead scoffed at them. Doing so now will not gain you any favor, or mercy. It will not grant you any salvation or clemency. No, all you will receive for your works, will be to watch as the world burns around you.

And the same fate is bound to Jakob DeLion. He who roared like thunder against my masters, only to witness his own downfall at their hands. He who is the blood of the lion, he has become the pray on which all have feasted upon. Do you finally see Jakob? Do you recognize the power they wield? How much pain and suffering must you experience before you do so? My masters have set aside a special punishment for you Jakob, one that will great you every morning, and terrify you every night. One that you can not run from, one that will ensnare you for the rest of your days. And if you question why tragedy after tragedy has befallen you, and why it will do so for the rest of your wretched life, know that it is Your rotten tongue has shackled you to your own damnation!

Jon McAdams, do not gloat over them for you have been counted along their side. You shall all drink equally of the same bitter drink, for it was all of you who slandered and blasphemed the name of my masters. Only now have you realized that they have the ability to save, or the power to slay. They have twisted and manipulated the evil desires that beat in your heart, to bring about their own beautiful purpose. You have come to realize this fact, but you have realized far too late. When they had offered you up warning of the things that were to come to pass, you did not listen. Iiinnnsssstteeeaaadddd you wrapped a Vail of pride around your eyes. You sought to challenge them, and in doing so you have dug yourself a pit to be BURRIED IN ALIVE!!! All that you have inherited, and all that you have built, you see it eroding before your eyes. All the money and power you gain, and everything they can give to you, can not bring you even a moment of peace. (Pointing towards a the homeless.) You have been reduced down to their level whether you realize it or not. There is nothing left of you except breath in your lungs, and the blood in the veins, and soon enough my masters will come to take that from you as well."

But what of the others, you ask. Might they still find salvation? They have cast their lots, and now must pay the consequences.

And this is not a price you can pay with silver nor gold Mike Showman. All the riches in the world will not be able buy you solace or shelter from what is to come! You continue to doubt my masters works, but look to the one with whom you have allied yourself with. He cowers in fear for good reason. Deep down inside he know you can not save him, YOU CANNOT SAVE YOURSELF! Not after you have dismissed the voice of my masters. Not after you have made the same mistake that McAdams has made. You have tossed aside whatever mercy they may have granted you, in favor of your own vanity. WHY HAVE YOU DONE SOMETHING SO FOOLISH?!? Have you truly deceived yourself into believing that my masters' works are all just theatrics?! That they themselves are NOTHING but phantom fears and spectral illusions?! You will learn first hand how real their power is when you are trampled under their feet! When your flesh is torn from your body! When your screams echo thru out eternity! When youuuuuu have been sacrificed.

And what of you other doubters? What will become of you? For JD Damon, you will stand alone. All alone. There will be none left to guide you, none whom will stand by your side and no one who will watch your back! You will face their judgement by yourself, and you will fall before them. You will offer yourself in service to them, just as you have with so many others. You harlot! They see that you are too weak to serve them, to serve there great purpose. Scum like are not worthy of mercy, or salvation, or even life. All a man like you can do is offer up lip service praise and empty pledges. You may not offer either to those who sent me. The only offer you may bring is that of acceptance and humility, as you lay yourself down upon the altar and patiently await the chosen hour of your sacrifice.


Alonzo how long will you grasp onto your deluded fantasies? How long will you claim to be something that you are not? How long will you try to fool yourself into thinking you are a hero? You are nothing but a thief who stole a new identity, that he might turn the hearts and minds of the masses away from my masters and take them for himself. Alonzo, do you not see that the longer you bind yourself to this deception, the more it entraps you? The more you perpetuate this charade the more it consumes you? For while you cast yourself in this role, you deny who YOU truly areeee. You deny the weakness that lies within you! And though you may be able to fool the ignorants who gather like files to honey, you cannot fool my masters! They see right thru to the very core of you! They see you for the wretch you truly are. And when they have deemed the hour to do so, they will strip away the facade you wrapped yourself in and expose you to the world. And then after you have been made bare, they will send down their fire to consume you. In that instant, you will see that real power is more than moving objects and deceiving fools.

Ahren, I am saddened. All your skill, all your talents, THROWN AWAY LIKE TRASH! Your speed and strength would have served them well, but your ego has twisted your mind. You would rather burn with Filth than be spared from the fire. You will not stand by their side at the glorious reign! No you will experience every GODDAMN ounce of pain they have stored away for you! Even with all your speed you cannot outrun them. And your strength is but nothing compared to theirs! You threw away salvation, and for what? For the praise of those whose body's will burn In the street?! For silver and gold which will melt away and turn to ash?! TELL ME WHY!!! Why you have acted so shamefully? It no longer matters for you have stood to be counted among the condemned. You have bound yourself to the wicked, and now you shall parish along with them! This Sunday you will realize the mistake you have made. When your body is broken upon the altar, you will realize that all I have spoken is true and when you beg for there mercy, it will be far too late.

And do not think I have forgotten about you Maero. Do not think that I ever could. They have whispered to me the words you have spoken. They have told me of how you still doubt. Of how you still cling to your vanity and believe it will save you. How you think you are strong enough to stand against them and walk away unscathed. They have told me of how you speak like a wretched, wicked, sick, filthy, inept, weak, HEATHEN!!! You think that the words that pour out from your evil tongue will go unpunished?!? That you are some how better than any of the others I have spoken off?! You are the worst of the lot because the gift they have given you, you claim it was your own to begin with! You claim that your demon was one that was crafted by yourself, I say to you that it was one they had fashioned for you, that you might serve there purpose! Now you look to turn that gift against them?! HOW FOOLISH CAN YOU BE?!? You seek to challenge them, be careful of what you wish! For they will strike down upon you with unrelenting fury. They will beset you, and overcome you, and when they do you will beg them for an end to your miserable existence. The worst day you have know, will seem like pure joy. Losing those you have loved, will be bring you great happiness for now they will not share in the punishment you have brought upon yourself! This Sunday, bring your demon, we wish to reclaim our property before your demise. On the great day of lightning, that demon shall be set free, and when it is, it will bring about your downfall. This Sunday, you shall be made example of. You will demonstrate to all the world what happens when you challenge the ones who have sent me!


So I say again to you, ALL of you. That on the chosen hour of the consecrated day, my masters will begin on their path to ending your suffering! For when you are destroyed, you will suffer. O longer! All of these thing they have told me, and they must be so!"

(Caine begins to laugh wickedly as the camera begins to pull back and fades out.)


The end

"Welcome to The True World" - Dynasty Promo


The scene opens to the loading dock area of Freedom Hall in Louisville, Kentucky where we find several EAW road crew members rolling large trunks and stowing them in a box truck for safe keeping during this week’s edition of of Dynasty. The camera pushes toward the loading docks and begins toward one of the service entrances of the area when the door is suddenly kicked open and through steps the infamous, James Knight. The man once known as an Indy darling is clad in his ring garb consisting of trash bag tights and patent leather boots with black elbow and knee pads. He wears a white t-shirt with a strange brown stain on the chest and his hair is greasy and wild. He carries a bottle of cheap whiskey and sways as he approaches the camera. He misses the first step off the concrete landing and falls three feet to the concrete, but somehow keeps from falling on his face. He takes a long pull from his spirit before addressing the EAW fans watching at home -with only minimally slurred speech.

“They all think that they're better than me, they all think that they’ve re-signed the same ole James Knight. He’s going to show up for a few shows and give some of the older fans in the audience a jolt of indy nostalgia to a time when they had just fuzz on their peaches. They’ll pay to see the bi-annual train wreck that is James Knight in the mainstream wrestling spotlight and he’ll disappear into obscurity once again!”

Knight takes a pull from his bottle and chuckles before taking a quick nip and speaking while he looks into the camera lens -his eyes are bloodshot and glazed over. His three day old eyeliner is smeared and has run down his cheek.

“But, you know what… they’re not going to get what they expect from James Knight this time! No, they’re going to get so much more! They’re going to get an unchained James Knight! I’ve been toiling in this business for far too-HICCUP-long and it’s about time that I stop holding myself back, but… to do that…”

James takes a final pull from his bottle of cheap booze before tossing it over his head and into the head of a unsuspecting EAW roadie. Two other members of the road crew rush to the fall man’s aid and can clearly be seen over the shoulder of Knight. The grappler hailing from Montreal is too focused-and drunk-to notice the commotion behind him. 

“…I’m going to have to-HCCUP-let go of all the fear that I have. I’m going to have to let go on the final threads of my past and the wrestler that I once was. To become the wrestler that I MUST BE! I’m going to have to stop all the bullshit, stop trying to be the wrestler my daddy always wanted me to be, what the promoters wanted me to be… what you fucking fans wanted me to be! I am no longer the wrestler would could out wrestle any man, woman or bear! I am no longer the Pure Wrestling prodigy and I sure as hell am no longer the high-flyer who wore a mask and flipped around a six-sided ring in Tijuana!”

James pauses and his face slowly turns from that of a  slack-jawed drunkard… into the face of a devious, desperate and demented soul….


“It’s time that I unleash fucking Hell on the world. Let everyone see the world the way I see it! Show myself… show YOU KIDDIES AT HOME THE TRUE UNCLE JIMMY! It’s time I show… the world as it is. The true world! It’s time that I open the eyes of all the kiddies!”

James suddenly rips the camera from the operator’s grip and pulls it close to his face and screams.

“I WILL BAPTIZE EAW IN THE BLOOD OF THE INNOCENT, GUILTY, PURE AND EVIL! I WILL VANQUISH ALL OF THE DELUSIONAL AMONST US AND I WILL BUILD YOU A WORLD THAT IS TRUE AND THAT IS HONEST! THE KIDDIES WILL KNOW THE WORLD AS IT IS! DIRTY! DISGUSTING! DEPRavED AND VIOLENT!”

James spikes the camera into the concrete, ending the feed in a storm of static… his sadistic cackle echoes as the scene fades to black…