Ever so often as I lay naked at night, right before I close my eyes, I am overcome with that chilling little feeling you feel at the back of your neck when you know that a higher being might just be watching. I think to myself about how I am perceived under the observation of the lord, how I may reflect many of the same type of qualities unacceptable to god, forsaken by god.  Furthermore, I am concerned with what even he could not swallow regardless of his infinite capabilities and patience for sinners like me, because for as long as I have been a man I know I have taken people away from god. I’m a world star travelling athlete because of EAW, my dark deeds have a wide reach across the world that touches many and forever changes them. Even now I hear their wretched screams as the innocence is ripped out from them and their souls forever stained by what I exude out to them to take. It’s real deep to me, so I put on my green extra baggy pajamas to show modesty and symbolism before I tell myself my own little prayer on those nights so that I can improve my relationship with the lord, a prayer so deep it’s haiku levels.

Repeating winds breeze
The serpent had stolen Eve
Better hide this dick!

Let TJ’s green PJs hide the snake like grass does, because if god is truly watching I wouldn’t want him to get triggered when he is reminded of the moment his first girl got took when he sees another massive anaconda!  His rod, his staff, could not comfort her, and he’s been losing hoes left and right ever since! I’m just continuing the cycle!

I kid, I kid, I never have those second thoughts in my head on any nights. I know if the lord existed, he wouldn’t have made someone who could outshine him like I do.  

I could not have been designed, because I can never be replicated. Only mindless chaos could fluke out and make magnificent creations like the stars and I. I’m a freak accident, I’m the rogue element.  It takes a great mind to know that the mind itself is often a great limiter, tangled in all kinds of webs that got you tied to ideas that get you no where, worse yet leaves you accustomed to tired old strategies and beliefs that put you off your game whenever you’re confronted with something outside your frame of thought to be possibilities. We humans, we evolved by fucking, killing, and surviving, we didn’t evolve by understanding ethics and the great unknowns. We don’t even see the world for what it truly is, our minds adapt to what we look at and shapes the world so that our feeble minds can manage to have us work properly with some kind of comprehension. So with our limited understanding, why contain ourselves to an orthodoxy that tells us what is the perfect wrestler, or the perfect devout religious man? We must experiment, throw caution to the wind, that is the only way to get to the next stage of human progress, and the only way any of you in EAW would come close to catching up to me.

Nico, like many, yearns for structure with such desperation that he would rather imagine a cage than even attempt to reach for the boundless outskirts of values out there. Nico like a pearl clutching coward is not at ease with the uncertainties that life brings and demands to be brought out of everyone, he rather drag himself out here quoting the holy book of the world’s favourite invisible sky daddy every time he appears no matter the circumstance. Like all the truly devout, his “faith” stems from fear, fear of death, fear of mediocrity, he promotes the next life because he is all too aware that he will never obtain what he wants out of this one. Trinkets he says? These valuables that cover this plain are nothing but trinkets? Unsurprising from the type of man incapable of obtaining these trinkets, like the failure who forever knocks what he can’t have. You couldn’t get into a top school? A Nico screams that education does not matter, and likely never tried to get the grades in the first place. That woman who dumped you? A Nico spends his entire time on social media talking about how she ain’t shit.  Life’s got you down? Well this life doesn’t matter the Nico says, there is always the next. But he can’t be cuddled by these things forever, on the contrary he must do battle with me, and by the end of the night he’ll just be another one of god’s children taken by a cold blooded reptile and feed what comes from the tree of knowledge.

What knowledge?

The knowledge of what death feels like, for at least a three count.

For what is it like to be dead? What it feels to be in the state of death is akin to being permanently knocked the fuck out.

Thursday, Cologne, Germany, 2:00 AM
 
(The scene opens inside a small, dimly lit bar in Cologne, Germany.  Only three souls inhabit the building on this stormy night.  The first is the bartender standing silently as he begins cleaning up the few last glasses of the evening.  Across from him sits a man in his late 30’s, who is clearly had a bit too much.)
 
Drunk: “…So sagt sie, warten Sie an meiner Wohnung Und ich sage ja, aber meine ist noch vier Kilometer entfernt,. HA HA HA” (And so she says wait you passed my apartment, and I say yes but mine is still four kilomoeters away)
 
(The bartender politely give a quick smile, just so he doesn’t have to explain why he isn’t laughing.)
 
Drunk: “Geben Sie mir ein anderes Bier würden Sie Freund?” (Give me another beer would you friend?)
 
(The bartender shakes his head no.)
 
Drunk: “Kommen Sie jetzt, ich bin Ihr bester Kunde.” (Come now, I am your best customer)
 
Bartender (sternly): “Es ist letzten letzten Anruf und Sie wissen, dass.” (its past last call and you know that.)
 
Drunk: “Was ist mit ihm?!?” (what about him)
 
(asks the drunk pointing his thumb towards the man alone at the back corner of the room.)
 
Bartender: “Er ist nicht trinken, in der Tat, warum Sie nicht sagen, er zu gehen?” (he’s not drinking, in fact why don’t you tell him to leave)
 
Drunk: “Wenn ich tun, erhalten Sie mir eine andere Runde?” (If I do will you give me another round)
 
Bartender (lying): “ich werde darüber nachdenken.” (I’ll think about it)
 
(The drunk turns spins around on his stool, and begins a slow, wobbly walk towards the man at the table.)
 
Drunk: “Sie dort sagt er, er ist geschlossen.”  (You there, he says they are closed)
 
(The man remains silent.)
 
Drunk: “er ist geschlossen!” (He says they are closed)
 
(The drunk reaches out to grab the man by the arm,  but instead it is him who is snatched up by the lapels of his jacket.)
 
Caine: “Stay away from me filth.”
 
(The drunk begins to laugh both from his drink, and his nerves.)
 
Drunk: “Ahh an American, I thought all your kind left last week.  The festival is over.”
 
Caine: “I did not come for a celebration.”
 
Drunk: “Oh?  And tell me what did you come here for then?”
 
Caine: “Because they told me to.”
 
Drunk (Mockingly): “Really?  I guess you must really be important if they sent you here to sit alone in the dark.  You must be their number one man.”
 
(The drunk begins to chuckle in amusement of his own joke.)
 
Caine: “Laugh while you can, soon the only sound that vermin like you shall hear will be the whaling and weeping of those who will bare witness to their great glorious fire which will consume the weak like you.”
 
Drunk: “Weak?  I’m stronger than any of those wrestlers who came into town yesterday.  I could beat them with one arm behind my back.”
 
Caine: “Prove it.”
 
(Caine nails the drunk right in the face sending him to the floor, leaving him face down in a poodle of blood that came spouting from the German’s broken nose.)
 
Bartender: “HALT!!!” (STOP!!!)
 
(Shouts the bartender.  Caine shots a look at him that leaves the Bartender paralyzed with fear.  Caine turns his focus back to the drunk on the floor.  He grabs his right arm by the wrist and extends it to where the arm is completely straight.)
 
Drunk: “Wait, what are you doing?!?  Stop please, nien, NIEN!!!” (No, NO)

(Caine brings his boot down against the elbow joint, breaking the drunk’s arm.  The drunk screams in agony as he clutches his wounded appendage.)
 
Caine: “Listen carefully, Putrid filth like you are blinded by your pursuit of pleasure.  You are consumed  by your never ending gluttony and lust.  You are so greedy for each that you do not see the truth.  That THEY ARE COMING!  Nothing can stop them, nothing can delay them, nothing can convince them to spare any of the week, incompetent mongrels that have poisoned and corrupted this world.  Nothing will save you Jon!”
 
Drunk: “Who is Jon, what are you talking about?!?”
 
(The drunk howls in pain as Caine lays several hard stomps on his damaged arm against the hardwood floor.)
Caine: “You still don’t get it you.  You can make light of me, you can mock me, you can even deny that I am the one they sent, but you cannot deny THEM or their desires.  What they desire most right now is to make an example of you.  You who had everything handed to you.  You who greedily desired even more than that.  You who has schemed and manipulated, and cheated to acquire all that you covet.  You will be the first lamb to the slaughter.  You will be the first demonstration of their power.  See when you fall it will show that NONE are safe.  Not the rich, not the poor, not those who seek only earthly pleasures, not those who with false hope kneel before idols, none of the inept weaklings who infect, and turn this world rotten will be spared. 
You Jon, you claim to be strong, you claim to be a survivor, but rest assured you will be consumed by FIRE just like the rest of the heathens.  I wish I could save you, I wish I could.  But neither man nor beast, nothing, and nobody, can.  So please Spare yourself any more than need be.  Do no stirrrrr up their anger against you.  Because the time is at hand, and your judgment may yet be swift.  Do not bring about more agony upon yourself do not…”
 
(Caine stops suddenly mid-speech, his eyes are wide and glazed over.  His mouth slightly agape.  Silently he just stands there for a long moment or two before nodding his head yes.)
 
Caine: “I understand.  Jon McAdams, they have already determined your Judgement.  You will not receive a single goddamn shred of mercy.  Your flesh shall be torn from your body.  The streets will run red with your blood. You will beg for an end to the suffering you will experience, but it shall not come.  You will plead and offer sacrifice, but it will not save you from the onslaught that prepares the way.  Your agony will be the example to which other will point to, the one that acted as a symbol for reign that is coming.  ITS COMING!”


Drunk (sniveling): “Its coming, it coming I understand, just please let me go!”
 
Caine: “JON MCADAMS YOU HAVE NO IDEA OF THE WRATH YOU HAVE BROUGHT UPON YOURSELF!  YOUR DAYS OF LIVING IN COMFORT ARE AT AN END, AND LIKE A DEAD BRANCH OFF A TREE, YOU WILL BE CUT DOWN FROM YOUR HIGH PLACE MADE INTO KINDLING! THIS SUNDAY WILL BE THE BEGINNING OF THE END! THE END OF YOU, THE END OF YOUR KIND OF WRETCHED HEATHENS WHO’S VERY EXSISTANCE IS LIKE A FOUL STENCH THAT FILLS THE AIR, THIS SUNDAY WILL BEGET THE END OF AGES!!!!”
 
(Caine takes several deep breaths as the drunk on the floor weeps in fear)
 
Caine: “They have told me it must be so.”
 
(Caine charges in and blast the drunk upside the head with a running punt kick to the skull!  A long few tense moments pass as Caine stares down at the unconscious drunk with a blank expression painted on his face.)
 
Bartender: “ICH RUFE DIE POLIZEI, JETZT AB!!!” (I’M CALLING THE POLICE, LEAVE NOW)
 
(Caine turns his gaze to the screaming bartender.  Slowly, he turns and approaches him.  The Bartender back peddles till he bumps into the liquor bottle lined shelf behind him.)
 
Caine: “You fear me?  Who am I that you would?  It not me that you need to…”
 
(The bartender trembles nervously in place expecting the worst.  Caine simply turns away and walks out the door into the rainy night.)
 
Caine (distantly): “Rain, The glorious Reign.  It must be so.”
 

The End.

Inches away. How else can you describe that Glass Gauntlet match? I had it in the bag, I hit the Royal Flush, I had Drake Jaeger hooked. That win was mine. He wasn't getting up! If Raymundo Rhyse didn't swoop in you'd be looking at your new number one contender right here. That's a fact. Now I'm justifiably in a position I'd rather not be in, but the cream will rise to the top... OOOOHHHH YEAAAAHHH! I'm the Cream of the Crop, impossible to top, never gonna stop, time to drop Aatrox. I don't know much about this guy. He's big. He's "hardcore". His moveset consists mostly of chokeslams. You know what they say though: the bigger they are, the harder they fall. I'm gonna lift this 300+ pounder up like it's nothing and hit the Royal Flush on him, quick and clean. Without breaking a sweat! Pure strength and athleticism, yeah. Aatrox and his fatceps are no match for these pythons, jack. It's go time. Ross Vegas gets back his momentum in grand fashion this Friday. Be there. 

I may have gotten knocked down a peg at House of Glass, but if you think that means I'm gonna quit, you got another thing coming. A wise movie character once told me that the world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows. It will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. I AIN'T GONNA LET IT! It ain’t about how hard you hit. It’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward. That's how winning is done! Ross Vegas is a winner, and I don't care what I have to do, I will get some gold around my waist in the near future. By any means necessary. When the odds are stacked against you, you adapt, or perish. I AIN'T GONNA DIE, BABY! ROSS VEGAS IS A WINNER!

“I recite a stupid pseudo-intellectual quote at the beginning of every one of my promos because I’m a jackass.” - Matt Miles. No, really.

Congratulations, Matt Miles. You’re the equivalent of the loser rambling on endlessly in the ancient Italian language thinking people are actually impressed. You think you’re brilliant, don’t you, Miles? Like that honor student whose parents didn’t let anybody forget the fact by putting cutesy little stickers on the back of their minivans, you’re good at everything and yet nobody cares because despite how hard you’ve pushed yourself to be a legitimate threat for the title, you’re still just another guy on the payroll. You ain’t special. You probably think I spend time in the locker room cursing your existence, thinking if only you weren’t around that my pathway to a seventh World Title reign would be clear. Truth is? I don’t think about you at all. That’s why while you’ve gone out of your way to run my name through the mud this week, while you’re crying about fairness and undergoing some lame existential crisis talking about how it doesn’t really matter or affect you regardless of who becomes President, I’ve been preparing for Shock Value. You think you’re two steps ahead of me because you’re talking the talk while I’ve chosen to take a backseat over the past couple of months so that guys like yourself could have the opportunity to let their talent shine through. In reality, you’re two steps behind me because you’re jumping from “my title opportunity is going to be tarnished by the inclusion of Y2Impact” to “I don’t care that he’s in this match” within literally a matter of seconds. You vacillate from position to position, stance to stance even worse than all the fickle fans in the crowd who go from cheering one guy to the next without taking a good hard look at their own damn selves in the mirror. You’re the type of guy who likes to think he’s self-aware, knows his own flaws and strengths, but is actually completely oblivious. You like to think you’re the smartest guy in the room at any given moment — and don’t say you don’t, like I can’t read your body language when it’s as if you’d rather do anything else than stand in a room with Flannery McCoy putting a microphone up to your face — but the truth is you’re a dense thickheaded sonuvabitch, and the truth of that truth is that it doesn’t matter at all because you’ve sunk your teeth so deep in this bed of falsehoods you’ve made that it’s far too late to get up now. You’ve willfully blinded yourself, and I’m perfectly fine with that. Elated, even. Because when the two of us knot up on Voltage, you’re gonna need your eyes, and if those lines you’ve been pretending are the gospel truth are any indication, you’re not gonna have them. You think it’s unfair that I’ve been given the treatment of royalty while you’ve had to live the humble life of a servant just to get a foot higher on the social hierarchy. The fact of the matter is that I worked for every opportunity I receive, every championship match that comes my way — everything. The problem is that we live in a society full of recency bias from wrestlers like you that will promise anything to guarantee themselves a spot… Only to ultimately fulfill nothing. If this is a “what have you done for me lately?” society as you seem to suggest, then why don’t we just take a gander over our individual accomplishments and success in the past year’s time? Who am I kidding, a gander? I’d be surprised if you had the attention span to take a look through the corner of your eye, let alone anything else. You talked about the Presidential election before concluding that it doesn’t really matter — it won’t have any effect on you. It certainly won’t help you win the EAW Championship, but if this election season has brought us nothing else, it is truly great us citizens have been afforded the many various benefits of fact checkers. So in an analogy where I am the de facto President of Voltage, no disrespect to Carlos Rosso — a great man who values his biggest guns — I’ll bring out the fact checkers! But fortunately for all of you, you don’t have to go to my website, ‘cause I’ll tell you right now what’s happened in the past year. I conquered over thirty-nine other elitists and vixens in the biggest Grand Rampage match in history to force my way into a match at Pain for Pride that NOBODY thought I’d be in. To force my way into the headliner. Maybe that’s what you mean when you talk about “name value and reputation” earning me the appointment as Team Captain of Voltage at Territorial Invasion. Or is that not quite good enough? How about when I secured Hexa-gun’s control of Voltage? Did you just suddenly forget those things? Of course you didn’t. You know full well that I’ve gone the extra mile in reestablishing myself as a dynamic force in EAW over the past year and a half. I’ve turned chickenshit into chicken salad on more occasions than I can count. You, on the other hand? You did the impossible and joined the esteemed ranks of such other greats as Eddie Mack when you had an opportunity to win a World Championship and you fell flat on your fucking face. Don’t think I don’t know what you’re going to say before you even say it — “I learned from my failures, but instead of being crushed by them, I will build from them. I’m so much more well-equipped to handle these kind of endeavors in the future because of what I experienced in the past.” Do you tell yourself those things in the shadows where nobody can see you as a tear streams down your cheek? I don’t know if you learned anything about being successful by losing a World Championship match, but maaaan, I hope you AT LEAST learned how to take an ass-beating ‘cause I’m about to deliver the biggest one you’ve taken in your whole fucking life on Voltage. Maybe your glorious and memorable experiences of failing to win championships and being a pitiful career underachiever will come in handy in that case, and I sure hope so, ‘cuz they sure as hell aren’t going to help you beat me. 

And then what’s more, you’ve got the fucking nerve to claim I’m the worst “main eventer” of 2016? The steam hasn’t even risen from the cup of your fucking coffee in the main event yet, but suddenly you got the balls to criticize me? Shit, I thought I was supposed to be the old veteran on his last legs unable to recall events from the past accurately, turns out you’re the one with the selective memory. How many Grand Rampages have you won? Zero. How many World Championships have you won? Zero. My championship wins and accolades don’t mean I’m better than anyone right now — the default response from unoriginal phony fake-tough clowns like you whenever I mention them — sure, but guess what? That’s not what I’m saying. At all. I’m going to explain it to you in the clearest possible terms to avoid any confusion. You don’t even know what it’s like to be in the headlining main event of an FPV for the most prestigious title in the business, and you’re already faking it like you’ve been there before when you don’t have a single clue how to handle the atmosphere — how to rise to it, how to rise above it. My accomplishments, if they don’t mean that I’m better than you right now, without a doubt they’re undeniable proof that I actually know what it’s like to participate on the grand stage tread upon only by the strongest gladiators among us. And if that’s how preparedness is determined in this industry, and I see no reason to think otherwise, all you can do is admit that you don’t know what exactly to expect at Shock Value. Worse than that, you don’t even know what to expect this Sunday. You talk about all these losses and no-contests I’ve had next to my name over the past month. You’re obviously expecting some other wrestler to show up against you on Voltage — I don’t know that guy, maybe you should file a missing person’s report, put his face on the back of a milk carton, whatever. I DO know the guy that on numerous occasions brought truth to impossibility, swung from one end of the pendulum to the other like nothing, who zagged when guys like you zigged and adapted to the changing times of every era so smoothly that it never mattered who the champion was or what the year was. It still doesn’t matter. I’m in excellent shape. If I wasn’t this well-conditioned, I’d be a sitting duck. But while other wrestlers have been content to go quietly into the night and fade into the afterglow of history, I’m still around because my passion for this business is greater than you can possibly fathom. Challenges that have proven insurmountable for guys like yourself are fucking cakewalks for me, kid. And, hey, word of advice, I wouldn’t be talking about “participation trophies” if I had to walk in the shoes of a loser that can’t brag or boast about any achievements or World Title wins because all he’s ever done in his piece of shit career is gain and lose momentum. MOMENTUM. That’s all you’ve ever had, all you’ve ever gained or lost. No World Championships to speak of. Right now, just like around this time last year, you’ve got momentum. It’s always been amusing to me how a guy gets a title opportunity and suddenly he transforms from the soft-voiced timid little pussy he normally is into some big, lumbering giant for whom no obstacle is too great. That’s what you are now, Matt. On an average day, you’re no better than Matt fucking Ryder complaining about how he was dicked around and wrongfully leapfrogged for championship opportunities by other wrestlers. Since you were made the number one contender, suddenly you’re movie star Matthew fucking McConaughey, you’ve got a ten-inch cock, and twenty-eight supermodel wives at your beck and call. Let me get on my Cronkite and give you a newsflash before I give you another chance to fabricate more bullshit fiction stories about me — I am STILL the Quintessential Champion. I am STILL The Machine. You call what I did against Aren Mstislav “failing to win.” Well, the first time Aren squared up with me, he found himself nursing injuries after being thrown off the stage. You think that was by chance rather than design? No. I hurt my prey because like a man who always dresses to impress, that’s what people notice. That’s what sticks with the audience, with the General Manager. That’s what convinced Carlos Rosso to put me in an EAW Championship match against Aren Mstislav — a match I would have won had some mossy-haired troll not interfered. But you aren’t going to mention either of those things because they’re inconvenient truths for you. A month from now, I’ll be the EAW Champion and you’ll still be hung up over Territorial Invasion, in disbelief of the fact that I could go from the figurative outhouse that is being eliminated first in a match you’re supposed to be leading your team in… Straight to the penthouse that is capturing the EAW Championship. And despite it all, at the end of the day, you’ll still claim you’ve got the “Midas Touch.” Even when you were failing miserably and struggling to stay afloat next to your peers, you still laid claim to that. On Voltage, and at Shock Value, I show Matt Miles something even he will be able to see — that, in fact, the man with the “Midas Touch” is just a guy that receives a piece of coal every time he gets near the gold.

4 points dummies!

That’s right, 4 points. I have the highest points out of everybody else in this New Breed Scramble Series. I’m currently the ONLY ONE that is undefeated and unstoppable in this New Breed Scramble Series. That’s great isn’t it? I made a BIG turn after I suffered some failures. I made a HUGE improvment after I suffered losing streaks months ago. To those who keep supporting me in my best days and my worst days, thank you very much. And to those who keep underestimating me, don’t worry, I’ll just take it as a motivation.

Yes, yes, I’m talking about you, Nick Angel. You called me a weak-minded individual, ok, but let me remind you once again. Who has the highest points in this Scramble Series? ME. Who is currently undefeated and unstoppable in this Scramble Series? ME. How do I do it though? It’s because I have the mind, the brain, and the intelligent to smoke dummies. But not only that, I also have the technical ability to balance my mind too. Yes, that’s right, I honestly believe I’m one if not, the best techincal wrestler that EAW has to offer. My techincal ability is a top notch, it’s my fighting style, it’s my art. Maybe that’s something you wish you have Nick. You see, for 5 YEARS you keep experimenting your style Nick. You keep changing your wrestling style, you keep trying to find your style, but has it lead you to a belt? No it hasn’t. Do you think you have the killer instict you claimed you have? No you don’t. You are just being delusional Nick. You beat Chris Elite, I gave you that, I beat Rex McAllister, the man that made you taped out. I beat Whiskey Jack, the man that you beat with your own cheap dirty tactics. I made him tap out in SECONDS, so please, what makes YOU think you have the killer instict? What makes YOU think you are beter than me Nick? Do I see myself being a successfull winner? Yes I do Nick. You might have more experience than me, but I sure as hell better wrestler than you, and I sure as hell much smarter than you. Would it mean something in MY long run? Yes it will. Why? Because it will always feel so good to earn a success sooner than a dummy who has stucked in this company for years and has accomplished nothing.

I’m so sorry if I can’t give you a compliment Nick, because truthfully, as good as you are, I’m just better than you in every aspects.

Oh, I haven’t offered a shake hands to anybody else Nick, so are you really that ignorant? Well then, you can ignore me and my speech all you want, the truth is, I’m just going to beat you. If you can’t wait to reach your destinity....well I’m sorry, just wait longer.

Veena Adams, SHUT YOUR MOUTH!

As Empire General Manager, I have done nothing more but a splendid job handling the mood swings of all these Vixen competitors. Empire has quickly and will continue to tally up more views and fans long as I'm in position to take control. Look at my resume, Ms. Adams, I have managed Dynasty and brought it out of the gutter when most of there legends either retired or left. I have managed world champions, even led and directed Showdown to it's highest mounts. Clearly, there is no other person good enough to do this job than I, Cleopatra, the longest reigning Vixens champion in EAW history! 

Now that we have the preface of my speech out the way, allow me to state facts to your whining sacked mouth. 

I don't know how to book? B**** Please! You better be happy to even have a match on MY show. What have you done to deserve better? You talk about attention whores when you're in the ring wearing panties every single damn match! I should fine you for being overly dressed explicitly but why would I do that if MY show is making money off it? You're like my very own free prostitute and I'm your pimp.

You're the only person relevant in your tag match? Name one thing you have done more relevant than Alexis Diemos, Briana Taylor and especially Stephanie Matsuda?!

I've done suckee suckee to get in power? Stop tacking on your own business to someone else to cover up your own shame to even being brought in EAW! Oh no wait...

I'm overrated? The only reason I'm even Hall of Famer or longest reigning Vixen champion is because I succeeded when the Vixens division was at its lowest point???

B**** The only reason you're even here is because of your uncle. I rest my case. 

And even then, the only reason the Vixens division is still alive was because of me or else you might not even be competing in an EAW ring regardless of leeching off your uncle. There probably wouldn't even be a freakin' Empire show!

You want to get booked better? Do me a favor, stick to what you do best! Keep posting work-out photos so all the horny men and women can drool all over you. That way, you can ante-up the ratings otherwise, stick your sorry a** to what I have planned for you and EARN your spot ahead of these other three individuals, Ms. "Killer the Ratings."

THIS goes to any other Vixen that feel the need to verbally attack their boss, I will continue to remain calm during our televised time but don't tempt me. I'm still capable of brainwashing whatever sick diease you have installed in yourself with words of my own. 


Test Me NOT. ; )

You know, sometimes I look back at the kid I used to be when I first stepped foot into EAW. I really do hate to be cliché but the young man I look back on was so brash and so arrogant and I think to myself just how lucky I was to have come so far in the past couple of years that I’ve been here. I was fortunate enough to have stared adversity in the face and survived and that’s not something most newcomers have the pleasure of admitting. Despite my headstrong nature and my inane ability to piss off everyone I came into contact with I still managed to survive all the way to this very moment. Despite all the trials and tribulations put in front of me, from Vic Vendetta’s weekly punishments to Scott Oasis breaking my neck to Lannister literally manhandling me at King of Elite last year, I always come back better, badder and stronger. I had something that almost no other rookie in EAW did: longevity. If you don’t believe me, just look at everyone who came before and after me. Norman Hellion? Flash in the pan. Jamie O’Hara? Flash in the pan. Ryan Savage? Barely even a spark, let alone a flash, and when he finally turned on DEDEDE like everyone knew he would he ended up fizzling into obscurity with everyone else who got too big for their britches. Hell, last year was supposed to be the big year of Xavier Williams where he conquered all comers and right as he barely scraped by into the 2016 Hall of Fame he went on to fail to defend his Hall of Fame Championship and now he’s gone with the wind.

Do you notice something in particular there? Two of those names, Xavier Williams and Jamie O’Hara, made it as the final two of the Divide & Conquer match at Territorial Invasion. The two teammates, “The Mighty Don’t Kneel”, they, along with Nathan Fiora, “won” the match for us… yet where are they now? Jamie O’Hara had a GUARANTEED World Championship match in place and now he’s gone, quite possibly forever. You know how long he was here for? Two years. TWO YEARS, THAT’S HOW LONG IT TOOK FOR HIM TO BURN HIMSELF OUT. SHIT, IT TOOK NORMAN HELLION JUST AS LONG YET THEY’RE LOOKED UPON AS ONCE IN A LIFETIME ELITISTS LIKE WE DON’T HAVE PEOPLE JUST LIKE THEM SHOW UP EVERY SIX MONTHS.

Time and time again we get Elitists who skyrocket to the top of the food chain and they eat and they eat and they eat until they get so bloated that they just can’t eat anymore… and then they choke. Again, I should be mad. I really should. I should be mad that others were handed opportunities before I was or how I had the opportunities that I did get left in ruin because of outside forces but I’m not. I don’t let the bullshit and the conspiracies and the screwjobs get to me because I know I’m more than capable of earning another opportunity… and another… and another… and another… and another until eventually someone has to give in and let me have what’s rightfully mine because I’ve busted my ass day in and day out so I KNOW that I deserve that World Championship. So I don’t bitch and moan and cry when things don’t go my way. Yeah, it’s tough but guess what? LIFE is tough. I’ve gone through twenty-five years of that and I’m nowhere near close to stopping just yet because this is my life. This is what I’ve worked for since I was a kid and finding myself in EAW alone is an accomplishment that can taken away by no one, not Y2Impact, not Aren Mstislav, not anyone. For almost three years I’ve been grinding away at the New Breed scene, at the Interwire scene, at the Pure and Hardcore scene and now finally, after everything, I was finally going to get a one on one match with a man who I am disgusted to call a former friend.

Then things changed. It’s yet to be confirmed whether or not Y2Impact will indeed be placed into my match with Aren Mstislav, it’s safe to say that that will indeed be so. The only way to avoid that conclusion is to take matters into my own hands this Sunday on Voltage but, trust me on this, that’s something I’m more than capable of doing. I’ve faced more than my fair share of adversity so Y2Impact is nothing in comparison to that. I’m going out there on Sunday to win, meanwhile I know Impact is simply going out there not to lose. Impact has already failed to capture the win twice in as many weeks now for one reason or another and every day it becomes more and more obvious that he’s running out of steam. He blew his wad at the Grand Rampage and has been on a downward spiral ever since. He failed to capture the gold at Pain for Pride despite promising to the world that he would leave the ninth annual show of shows as Answers World Champion and then embarrassed not only himself but Carlos Rosso and the entire Voltage roster with his incredible elimination at Territorial Invasion. Despite all of this, opportunities have been handed out left and right. He was unreasonably given a shot at Aren in a non-title match seemingly out of nowhere “just because” and then fumbled. He was then, for some reason, give a second opportunity and then fumbled that too which I’ve already spoken on more than enough and if he wants to try and come up with a witty retort as to why I’m wrong then by all means, the floor is his. All I know is that only a child would complain about fairness when they’ve been stealing from the cookie jar all year. It almost feels like this is some kind of messed up slapstick comedy act and the only two people in on the joke are Carlos Rosso and Y2Impact himself.

The best part of this whole joke is that I have it on good word that Impact is claiming he hasn’t lost a match since July. Since July, he says! That truly is an incredible feat… at least until you realise that he’s not saying he’s won all his matches because, as pointed out, that simply isn’t true.

I’ll admit, it’s a “smart” strategy, Imp. You twist your phrasing to fit your agenda so you seem like you’re better than you actually are. The problem here is that you can’t get by with that shit against me. I’ve dealt with that kind of manipulation from New Breeders, no less, so if you think you can get by on some kindergarten educated master plan then you’re dead wrong. It’s going to take a lot more than party tricks and pretending to pull your thumb out of your hand to get under my skin. I’ve dealt with much worse from much, much more intimidating people than you. You can prance around bragging about your six reigns and your match of the universe win against DEDEDE and all of the other crap that built this ivory tower you’re stood upon but when the two of us are forced to stand toe to toe, face to face, nose to nose in that ring... it’s all going to be irrelevant. You’re predictable. Anyone with half a brain can see how you tick and that’s why despite all of your reigns and all of your victories over your fellow Hall of Famers that I can’t see you in the same leagues as Mr. DEDEDE or Jaywalker and even Robbie V and Brian Daniels. Even with your bragging and boasting about how you’ve surely beaten the aforementioned names, it doesn’t change anything. Alex Anderson once beat Brian Daniels but he still doesn’t come close to the talent that any other former world champion has; the same goes for your victories against any of the names I mentioned. There’s a damn good reason you’re not given the same respect that other Hall of Famers are: You just don’t know what you’re talking about. It’s as simple as that. You’re pompous, arrogant and instead of demanding respect with your actions you protest when you don’t receive it, just like I know you will because you always have. It doesn’t matter if it’s my respect you want, the people’s respect or Aren Mstislav’s, you crave the limelight and you want all eyes on you. You want the men and women of EAW to look at you in awe but your arrogance blinds you from seeing the fool that you really are.

As for the past successes you latch onto? They’ll mean nothing in comparison to your current failures and that’s a goddamn guarantee. I’ve scratched, clawed, chewed and bitten my way to the top of the mountain and I refused to be knocked down any longer. I’ve seen lesser men take you down and that’s how I know that The Machine… The Machine is going to be helpless against the torment that is the Midas Touch and this is heat that you just won’t be able to handle. Enjoy your comfort while it lasts.

Sooo, like, I thought about it a bit.

I thought about it juuust a little bit.

Didn't take much thinking really. Didn't need much time. Just needed just a little bit of thinking to realize this, but honestly, men, I would not be mad if you one day decided to take away women's rights.

Seriously just do it. Screw it, just do it. I'll take one for the team if I have to, because I mean, fuck, the majority of women in general are just incompetent. I don't mean myself obviously, I was raised in a good family structure and I was raised to be assertive, calculating, in control and most importantly confident. I'm not the problem, it's everybody else. Everyone else is the problem. I'm in the minority of women who aren't attention whores, who aren't emotionally weak, who aren't fragile, who don't make excuses for themselves, who can't be bought with money and material items. I already have most of the things I could want in life, and unlike the majority of you idiots who sit on your ass all day and accomplish nothing good for yourselves, the things that I don't have that I still desire are what I'm busy out chasing. You all slave away at your 44 hour a week jobs and go home and sit on your couch and watch me be a star. That's because I have admirable dreams and goals, unlike the majority of you. And the majority of women, ESPECIALLY in EAW, have shallow aspirations. All these whores really want is attention. I mean just get a load of this.



This is disgusting. If I were a man in power I would have released every EAW Vixen indiscriminately and closed Empire down upon seeing something like that. This is indicative of why I say EAW Vixens are some of the most lowly people on the planet earth. And you know what, so are Elitists, because that's somebody's wife. That's somebody's mother. Eclipse Diemos you are a weak pussy and a cuck for allowing this. Your whore bitch of a wife puts herself out there like this -- and before you idiots point out "you post pictures online too!", I'm not saying there's anything wrong with modeling. I love showing my body off too, but what this whore did was completely devoid of tact. There's a difference between flaunting your god gifted genetics like I do and just showing off your cold pale cellulite ridden white ass in stockings. This was a desperate shrill cry for attention from some emo vamp slut, and it embodies most I hate about EAW Vixens and women in general. I say most, because the rest? That comes in the form of Cloud, Stephanie, whoeverthefuck Matsuda, the sloppy seconds who wasn't good enough or liked enough to be a part of The Sirens so she settles with the Sanitationrium. Stephanie Matsuda can't live without some form of attention, if it's not the uhh fuck what was their name again? That botched abortion of a group that lasted like a month because Vixens don't know how to make decisions for shit and will form stupid ass teams and stables on a whim just for them to fail? Oh yeah "Formation". If it's not Formation, it's this dumb crap she's a part of now. The closest Stephanie Matsuda will ever come to being relevant is attaching her name to somebody else's, and she's my opponent tomorrow; her and some irrelevant red headed ugly step sister with the witch nose. Shit fucking booking!

I really don't get it. Why the hell do women still even get opportunities in middle management? They always fail miserably, yet the idiots in the higher ups still put them there. Cleopatra has been a TERRIBLE GM, she has had no order over her show and she doesn't know how to book to save her life. Not only am I facing two irrelevant whores, but I'm teaming up with an irrelevant whore. I'M THE ONLY PERSON RELEVANT IN THIS MATCH! Golly! I mean who am I kidding, it's obvious how Cleopatra got to her position of power. She did a lil suckee suckee. She figured now that there's more than one other Vixen in EAW, there's really no point in embarrassing herself and competing because she knows there's no fucking way she would have had NEARLY as good of a run this time around; so she retires and sucks the bosses off to get a spot in middle management. Now she can hold people like me back because she knows I'm infinitely more talented than her overrated ass ever was! Cleopatra the only reason you're a legend or a hall of famer or even had that year long title reign is because you succeeded in the Vixen division's lowest point, and now that the division has actual competition you want to sabotage it with your shit. fucking. booking.

You team me up with an absolute nobody, somebody who's on La Diva's level, against a couple of Sanitationroom's rejects and I'm supposed to roll over for it and take whatever I can get? Nahh, see that's where you're wrong. I'm still gonna go out there tomorrow night, but believe me it's not to wrestle. It's to embarrass these whores, just like I embarrassed BBeat Vita, and just like I would have embarrassed Azumi Goto if not for that fluke win she managed to come away with. But I'm not going to take the disrespect and lack of regard that I've gotten while failures like Haruna and hasbeens like Tarah Nova continue to get title shots over me. So on Empire I'll make sure of it my own damned self that the ring rats of the Sanitationroom experience a royal flush, courtesy of the Killa Queen.

It takes time to get back. Every time I do this there's a set back, but I won't let that hurt me.. I won't let that keep me from getting back to where I deserve to be. I'm a top elitist. I've been seen as one of the best in the business and I won't keep pushing myself back. House of Glass.. I wasn't able to complete my goal. I wasn't able to step forward and make everything possible for myself. But you know what? It's time to get back up and not quit. I never give up.. but I get towards my success unlike guys like Hades. Hades I'm stepping towards you this Friday on Dynasty and I promise the Hawk Nation one thing.. I will not fail. I've stepped down far too long to just keep letting myself go. This time.. It's about that time that I look up towards everything that I've fought for.. everything that I'm looking forward to and push myself harder than I've ever done. People say I've only been successful because I was pushed by guys like Y2Impact.. Jaywalker, CM BANK$. Those guys they've given me help but honestly they didn't make me a champion, I made myself a champion. I put in all the hardwork. Hades on Dynasty not only will I win.. but I'll send that message to all of the guys at the top of the food chain. Right now.. I'm hungry. I'm a fiend. This success here.. it's like a drug. I'm tired of being down here. I'm tired of looking up and feeling frustrated because I haven't touched the top in a long while. IF I WANT IT I'M GOING TO GO GET IT. I'm going to fight for my right to be the best in this business. I've come back for a reason. I didn't come back to let guys like you use me as a stepping stone. I haven't come back to let guys look at me and laugh or try to use me. This time.. Ha.. this time, the Hawk Nation will see me at my best. Hades, in my mind right now I'm still at the top of the food chain. But.. I'm a predator. I'm a BEAST when it comes to stepping into that ring. Don't think when you step into that ring with me it's going to be easy. They think of me as a show off from time to time. They think of me as a guy that can't get back to where he was. They thought that I would never make it to where I need to be.. and all of that.. that IS MY MOTIVATION. That is the gasoline in my tank pushing me to move forward. I'm no longer falling down. I'm staying up. I see things in my future that I know that I can get and guys like you Hades.. YOU.. are my stepping stone just like every other elitist in this business who thinks that they could beat me. No one can. People think they can go longer than me.. people think that they're stronger than me.. that they could just put me down. But they know all I do is get back up. They know that I can on moving. And Hades.. I love the fact that I get to step into the ring with you because not only do I get to send you a message but every single elitist on this Dynasty brand get to see that I'm no longer.. going to sit here. I'm no longer going to just watch. I hope you understand that I'm willing to break you down piece to piece in order to get to where I need to be. This isn't a game.. but this is like chess. You.. are one of those pawns while a guy like me is built like a queen to take down anything that he needs to take down in order to WIN. Hades.. you're feeble.. you're weak to me. You have nothing to get towards me. And I'll make sure that I prove that on Dynasty. I'll make sure that I'm built for that EAW World Heavyweight Championship.. I'll make sure that everyone KNOWS I'm a legend in this business. Guys like you Hades.. yeah sure, you're getting there. You might be getting towards something.. but the difference between me and you Hades is that even when I'm in a rut.. I'm in a struggle.. or I'm cold, I don't just stand in that rut.. I don't just stand in that failure.. I know for a fact that I can get back to where I want to be so I can prove to every single face that wants to pay for those EAW tickets that I am going to be NEXT UP.. once again. You wanted a fight Hades.. and now you got one.. And now it's time for me to shine. Now it's time for me to push myself back to where I want to be: the top. I hope you don't mind Hades.. I hope this loss doesn't hurt you too much.. but it doesn't mean a damn thing to me where you go afterwards.. All I know is that the Hawk Nation is following me.. they're supporting me.. they're pushing me and I will NOT fail them once again. I hope you're ready Hades.. I hope that you give me all you've got but EVEN if you do.. you won't beat me. I'll be ONE step forward than you are. I'll take everything that you give me and BATTLE you harder than any other competitor has ever done. I'm not your average joe.. I'm from a different breed. I'm one of the last from my breed.. but this is why I'm a different strand.. I know how to stand.. I know how to stay strong. I'm about to be one of the best from this brand and I hope.. I PRAY.. that you show respect.. because you don't want to pull the BEAST out of me.

When God said that his people perish because of lack in knowledge, at first I thought it meant in a way of knowing every single quote of scripture in the Holy Bible. Evidently while judging off wisdom and combating experience, I was dead wrong. Matter of fact, I wasn't even close. As people of this business, of this world, of this entire universe, we have no sense of who we are, where we came from or how to use the materials that God has given us. Back in the 1800's or further, they couldn't easily assess the mind by researching. They couldn't experiment because they BECAME the experiment. And thankfully, by strength and prayer, a lot of us were born. Yeah, yeah, I know, you may be wondering, "What is the Heart Break Boy talking about?" It's funny because even as a white man, I can sit here and tell a Mexican like TLA, who he really is but he may shun everything that I have to say. Why? Because he lacks knowledge. He lacks in the ability to know who he really is. And ignorantly doesn't know who he is really dealing with. But my mind is curiously thinking about holding back this week since my opposition doesn't have the fire and passion inside to stand toe-to-toe with me. Instead, he rather treat this as a comedy performance. It's perfectly fine though. It really is because sooner or later, TLA will know that there are certain times to joke around while there are other times to become serious. But here's another catch with all the ignorance and lack of structure in his words, I don't think he was  legitimately joking around, which brings me back to my point how these kids nowadays have no knowledge to ring around their butts. They're completely content with the following the things that the world brings. They rather continue to listen to the same disgraceful entertainment in music, a bunch of junk gossip all over the internet or America's poor excuse as a free country. NOTHING IS FREE... Nothing in this world has ever been free. Behind everything, there has always been a price to pay. And TLA is paying the price of not discerning the fact that I have no time for jokes and giggles. I have no eager desire to drink any water but I starve for revolution. I starve for righteousness. I'm craving and itching to square off in the middle of that ring. 

And with God on my side and no, I'm not talking about the idol gods that EAW has made or recognized. I'm talking about Christ Jesus. Also to further clarify, I'm not talking about His presence in the ring with me. I'm talking about the God-given vision that He has anointed on my life to take care of business. It's much bigger than the old Heart Break Boy. It's WAY stronger than Stand & Deliver and it will last long as the vision is complete. It's sad to say that a lot of others are apart of this vision, causing their character to be unwillingly murdered. You think that boot into the chin of Jacob Senn was something? Imagine what will happen to him if he ever so confidently responds. It would be like a little toddler carrying a possessed doll to bed with him and knowing that doll can hurt him. And I am a man possessed with a reach and full belly of words and fight to express to the world. Whether people will enjoy another coming of the Heart Break Boy or not, I'm not lacing up my boots again to tally and stat-pad like many of these EAW personas. I'm actually fighting for little kids behind those television screens, that show up to our arenas or those grown men and women that need to realize that unjust that covers the EAW atmosphere. TLA, I have to admit other than your ill-advised humor aimed at me. There's one thing that you've hit the nail on. The church is a laughingstock. The church hinders many people from Christ. The church hinders many people to know who they are. The church is the reason for guys like you to freely joke about it and never be wrong. This will last until you finally end up with a church that has the embodiment of no excuses and show truth. Even then, there are still thousands that are lost because of the overwhelming presence of churches that just "play church" instead of living Christ. This is why I don't classify myself as a "Christian." It's a label given to by the world. It's a label sown for those who want to "act" like they love Christ but in reality, they use him for prices and benefits. In my stance, I don't have time to play around with this thing. I don't have time to give you the word if you won't LISTEN. The only time I have on this earth is showing either two things; the love of Christ or the wrathful side of God. And it's so sad for a hand-full of people because God appointed the wrathful side to be unleashed upon the horrific ways of EAW's selfish activities. 

Just think of the Heart Break Boy as a one man Gideon Army. A modern day King David. A beast like Samuel, a judge like King Nebuchadnezzar. EAW has bore bad fruits for a the longest time. One of those bad fruits had always been the underappreciated value of the Heart Break Boy's time in EAW. Every single time that I come back to this place, my name is shined and reeked all over this place. But my value still goes unrecognized. I don't win championships anymore. I won't deserve to win any of EAW awards or headline the biggest shows of the year. Oh no, I'm the Heart Break Boy! I have won it all. I have done it all, yet, I'm still classified as a "loser." And it seems funny to the EAW management. Because they know how bad the people want God's son to become champion once again. Imagine the pressure on Showdown and Voltage if I held that championship with some accountability. The EAW world would seem so right again. In it's darkest moments, the focus of light has arrived, My light will be the force to drive out darkness that has lingered it's weight over Dynasty. I am not bound to win anything but only to be true. I stand behind the natural gifts on my life and the information to cap off into this mission. I can't really give my up-and-coming Dynasty opponent the benefit of doubt that I will show mercy. Because I'm not stepping inside that ring to win a match. I'm stepping inside that ring to show an example. If people were aware of this dominant road ahead, they would wise up and alter their lives before the Heart Break Boy comes knocking at the door. It's an unprecedented dominance that won't be even questioned. The pursuit of righteousness isn't a mile off. It's here right now.

(The scene opens up with a guy holding a camera following Adrian Christ. They are in Birmingham Alabama walking up to the Birmingham-Jefferson Convention Complex where Friday night Dynasty will be held. Adrian looks around to see if anyone is nearby. After making sure the coast is clear he goes up to one of the doors to the entrance of the stadium and drops the garbage bag of stuff he is carrying and starts to pick the lock on the door.)

Camera guy: Where did you learn to do that?

(Suddenly Adrian’s phone starts playing Renegade by Eminem and the name David Goldstein shows up. After a few moments to listen to the music he answers the phone, puts it on speaker and sets it down so he can keep working on the door.)

AC: (whispering) What’s up?

Goldstein: Adrian!!! Glad I got ahold of you. There are a few things we need to discuss.

AC: (finally unlocking the door and still whispering.) Got it.

Goldstein: Got what? Why are you whispering?

AC: Oh… no reason.

Goldstein: Adrian, where are you right now?

AC: In Birmingham Alabama for Dynasty. Where else would I be?

Goldstein: Where exactly in Birmingham?

AC: Oh you know… the arena Dynasty is being held at.

Goldstein: What the hell are you doing there? Dynasty isn’t until Friday.

AC: okay… you know how the higher ups at Dynasty are always disrespecting me? (Goldstein starts to say “no” but Adrian ignores him.) I’m here at the arena with a bag full of my shirts. I figure if the entire front row of Dynasty is wearing Adrian Christ t-shirts then they will have no option but to give me main event caliber matches which I deserve. I’m not a man that should be working his way from the bottom of the totem pole. I am at the top of the totem pole.

Goldstein: Well… as your publicist I think it’s a great idea to get your name out there….. but as your accountant that’s a lot of merchandise to go unsold.

AC: Glad you see it my way…. Wait. You’re my accountant too?

Goldstein: Of course I am. How the hell did you think you’ve managed to not go bankrupt despite not wrestling for almost six years?

AC: Huh… I never really thought about it.

(Adrian starts to take out the shirts and put them on the chairs near the front.)
Goldstein: Is that Important. Don’t you have better things to be doing other than breaking into a stadium? Like training for your match Friday against Lucas Johnson?

AC: HA! Do you really think I need to prepare for Lucas Johnson? I haven’t been given a match for two weeks now. That is unacceptable for someone of my caliber. So yes this is important. Besides I didn’t wrestle for almost six years and I came back and defeated Cegorach in mere seconds. Lucas Johnson is stuck in the past. If he thinks being some hot shot at Ohio State University is something worthwhile he has another thing coming. Lucas Johnson is nothing more than the tiniest bump in my road to success. I have plenty of time to train and if I didn’t I could still beat Lucas Johnson in my sleep.

Goldstein: Sure but you lost to Anthony Leonhart a couple weeks ago and didn’t even make it to house of glass.

AC: Leonhart got lucky. He only barely got his knees up because he was beaten so badly his natural response was to go to the fetal position. If I ever see that red headed step child of the Sanatorium again I’ll kick his jaw clean off this time. Besides I didn’t really want to go to House of Glass to have to go through those career ending brutal glass matches and not even have it for a championship.

(A couple of security guards think they hear something as they’re walking by the otherwise empty stadium. Adrian and the camera guy duck out of site.)

Security 1: Hey! Did you hear that? I think someone is out here.

Security 2: No. Who would be here anyway? Why are we even here? We’re guarding an empty stadium. This seems like a waste of time.

Security 1: As long as I’m getting paid I don’t care what they have me guarding.

Security 2: Come on let’s go secure the concession stand.

(The two security guards leave and Adrian continues.)

AC: So I’ll continue to dominate on Dynasty despite their best efforts to hold me back by having me wrestle losers. That’s not all I’ll be doing to show my dominance though. I saw House of Glass and they announced a tag team grand prix for the vacated titles and I’m going to enter. I’m teaming up with the man that goes by the name Nostalgia. I saw some of his matches and he’s good. Good enough for us to win those tag team titles and they can’t keep us down no matter who they throw in our way.

Goldstein: It sounds good to me man. Oh yeah I almost forgot the reason I called. I have an advertisement opportunity if you want it. I’ll send you over the details. Also some lady named Becky was trying to say that she has your kid. You know what that’s about?

AC: Don’t worry about that she was sleeping around with everyone back in the day. Everyone knows it’s Jesse’s anyway,

Goldstein: Okay, as your lawyer I’ll take care of it.

AC: Wait… you’re my publicist, accountant, and my lawyer? What all do you do for me? More importantly how much am I paying you?

Goldstein: What? You’re breaking up….

(Goldstein hangs up the phone as Adrian finishes putting his shirts on the front row where the ring will be. He turns to the camera guy.)

AC: Wait… why am I having you film this? I broke in here and I want everyone to think that the crowd is wearing Adrian Christ t-shirts because they know how amazing I am, not because they were free.

Camera guy: I don’t know. You said you’d pay me if I followed you around with a camera.

AC: oh yeah…

(Adrian grabs the guy’s phone and smashes it on the ground and stomps on it.)

AC: No evidence!

Camera guy: DUDE! That was my phone… and we were broadcasting live. People already saw it. You better pay me for that.

AC: Yeah… I was never going to pay you anything.

(Adrian runs away shouting “Renegade for life” leaving the camera guy with a broken phone in the Birmingham-Jefferson Convention Complex all alone. The two security guards shortly come back.)

Security 1: HEY! What are you doing here?

Security 2: Stop right there!

(The scene ends as the security guards close in on the camera guy.)

Monday, 11:45 P.M.
 
(The scene opens outside to the 95^th/Dan Ryan train platform on the south side of Chicago.  Outside The night sky is pitch black , not that there’s much to see as the small amount of lighting around reveals nothing but vagrants, hookers, crack heads, and other such people of ill repute join togheter in small clusters  trying to seek shelter from the dark, cold night.  But there is one who is not seeking warmth for the night; he is perhaps the worst of the bunch.  He is the man whose form emerges as the camera slowly pans over, The man who both lothes and loves the misery that has consumed the souls around him.    The man whom the world knows as Solomon Caine.)
 
Caine: “It was all a lie.  All a lie.  The meek shall inherit the earth said the foolish ones who cling to false hope .  As I look arrrrounndddd, I see with my own eyes that NOTHING could be further from the truth.  The meek will not inherit this world, no all the will receive for their labor and strife, shall be to perish in the twinkling of an eye in the glorious reign that will cleanse this forsaken hell. “
 
(Several people take notice of what Caine is saying.  Some look on with curiosity, others with fear, and still others look on as if Caine’s revelations are the gospel truth. Caine simply keeps his gazed focused toward the camera.)
 
Caine: (draws in a deep breath) “How would I know?  HOW WOULD I KNOW?!?  Because they have told me so.  The sweetest whisper in my ear have told me the truth, one that does not set free, one that traps you and everyone else whether they have realize yet it or not.  Whether the scum that populate the earth have decided to spend the last few moments they have left, trying to find a temporary bliss or paradise, or simple touch of one who is willing.  Or whether they foolishly spend it on their knees begging for more time to waste, pleading for some distraction that they can turn their eyes to instead of all that will be burning around them, or bargaining FOR SALVATION THAT WILL NOT COME FOR THEM!


Nor will it come for those who look down upon these, my brethren.  We know our doom is coming, we have embraced it, but fools who think that because they live in glass towers can provoke forces which they cannot comprehend and go unpunished for daring to defame them with blasphemy.  Those Heathens will weep bitter tears that will gather like a flood at the end of ages. I speak of Salvation to these people here who will finally see an end to their misery.  That salvation will not come for those who believe that they are somehow so superior to any other, that they think can piss and shit in the open mouths of those who suffer like the Human Toilets and laugh about it!  No it will not come, for those fools who claim that they are the righteous, and they are the worthy of grace and glory simply because their own goddamn silver tongue has deemed it so.  No, it will not come for those like Jon McAdams.   Instead all that rancid wretch will find is that there no amount of conniving, or scheming, or plotting that will be able to spare him from the wrath that will beset him from every side! There will be no escape from what THEY desire, He cannot out run it, nor could he ever hope in his wildest dreams to cower and hide!  And we know that he will not ddaaareeeeee tries to stand and fight because if he does his punishment will be multiplied tenfold.   Because they will not tolerate the ignorance of one man any longer.   No one can stand against THEM.  Any and all who do will be the first to experience the damnation that is soon to come.   


Jon McAdams enjoy the time you have left, eat more than your fill, drink every last bottle you can get your hands on dry, lay with every harlot who would have you because your fate has been sealed for longer than you could ever know.  You shall be a martyr for my Masters’ cause, Your sentence is to be carried out on voltage this Sunday.  And with your sacrifice this world will finally begin to come to their senses.  They will see that I speak the truth.  They will finally comprehend the futility of their efforts, they realize that all they work for is in vein, they will be stripped of every hope, goal, and dreeeaaammm they have ever had.   And those who continue to turn a blind eye, yourself included Jon, will be the first to wiped away like the repulsive filth they are.
THIS WRETCHED WORLD IS SOON TO UPROOTED AND TURNED OVER TO THOSE WHO WILL WEED OUT THE WEAK, THE INCOMPETENT, THE IGNORANT, AND EVERY OTHER FORM OF HEATHEN THAT HAVE BEEN BORN OUT OF THIS PUTRID PLANET! HEHEHEHEHE…. You all will, for there is no hope for any single one of you.  And when the fire comes to cleanse world of the filth that trample over it, there will not be even enough time for you to even think about who you will ask for mercy from.  On that day salvation will come with a sword and with one swipe the foul stain know as humanity will be washed away.”
 
(A loud rumbling sound fills the air as the train makes it stop at the platform.  Caine steps towards it, and those who would have boarded think better of doing so now that Caine will be stepping on board.)
 
Caine: “All of these thing they have told me, it must be so.”
 
(Caine steps into the Train car in front of him.  His gaze remains on the camera as it pulls out of the station)
 
 
 

THE END.

I’m waiting and relishing over the opportunity to step in between those ropes and to be brought back to life by the roaring crowd standing on their feet; I was down and out but I’ve been given my tuft of phoenix downs and a new lease on life to just enjoy the one thing that I overemphasized with so much hatred. That was wrestling. I used to have a love-hate relationship with professional wrestling, because I was just another passenger on the roller coaster of emotions during my wins and my losses, it was the only thing that I cared about; I took things much too seriously. I took the fun out of wrestling by becoming a hot-headed idiot trying to force a legacy rather than letting my milestones bloom naturally through my athleticism and passion. My narcissism led to my downfall, but it took nearly a year for to me to realize that I was pushing everyone away, including the fans that wanted to get behind me... even if I gave them no reason too. I wanted to take the time now to apologize to those who desperately wanted to cheer for me, and for those that could relate to my life story and were inspired when I came out to the ring. I messed up. I was so enveloped into my vision of how an Interwire Champion should be that I completely ignored all the blessings that surrounded me. Looking back at the past, it’s a field of gray clouds in the distance where lightning emanates, thunder booms, and winds gust through an outstretched valley of canyons. It was so cold, so empty, yet I had called this island of desolation my home and it was the only place that I could relate to. Sure, I had people like Haruna trying to support me for a little while, but I still felt empty, a life devoid of happiness … a life devoid of meaning.

The gates have opened and I’ve been given access once again to the greener pastures of Dynasty, this isn’t a restart though because there is no Game Over in the land of EAW. This… well, this  is just another quarter being fed into the machine, another set of lives. I ticked down to “1” on the continuation screen but I’m ready to once again prove myself against the best in the world. I will no longer look at men like Drake Jaegar as someone that is a pillar to my success, because it no longer matters whether I win or lose a match, all that matters is that all those wrestling fans in the audience are getting their money’s worth. I want people who can look at their television screen or come up to me on the street and say, “Thank you, Samurai. For giving it your all.” I WANT TO WALK THROUGH THE FIRE-LADEN TRAIL FILLED WITH SCORCHING BRIMSTONES. I want the most difficult challenges my way but I’m seeing a path of false hope, a path that doesn’t seem to represent any danger.

For a man that is so quick-witted, humorous, and extremely dangerous, I’m sure that Drake Jaegar is gonna rest on his laurels and decide to finally talk about me when the time is right, but I can’t allow myself to just wait to respond. Much like the biblical Jesus, I must be atoned for my sins, I must be punished and given the toughest opposition to fight in order to be reborn again. This is why I’m so critical of myself, and this is why I seek Salvation within my soul. I think that Drake is overlooking me towards his quest to get to TLA, as if he views me as the secondary “Mexican” within EAW, a flash in the pan who can no longer hang because he wasn’t there for his comrades. I admit, I was the complete opposite of Drake Jaegar, I was someone with four partners who relied on me and instead of creating a group that was feared throughout EAW like Hexagun, we became a laughing stock because I failed to produce. I see all my friends coming back like Jamie O’Hara and I get antsy, I want to fight him again, I want to fight TLA again. I want to fight everyone, hell, I’d fight someone like Lucas Johnson again. So, why has Drake Jaegar failed to show up to give me the stiff competition that I’ve been asking for? What is it going to take in order to make sure that this becomes the “FPV” quality match that I know we can create? All I’m asking for is for Drake to give me the biggest challenge of my career, once again, I don’t care if I fail or not but I refuse to go down without the toughest fight in my life.  I’m going to do the one thing that I’ve been running away from over the last six months. I’m going to fight whoever they put in front of me. I just hope I’m not as disappointed when I put everything on the line and people like Drake barely skid by. He reminds me of the man I no longer wish to be.

In a few short weeks the Showdown Supershow: Rite of Passage will be the one everyone looks forward to seeing. It’s going to have a little bit of everything one would presume. Showdown seems to have a great card put together to tether the brand to the end of the year for Road to Redemption ten, but it’s obvious the so-called A-show has lost some of its momentum coming out of Territorial Invasion. I mean, yes, it was an inter-branded FPV, but if you were able to witness the show and could give an unbiased opinion of who outshined who between Showdown, Dynasty, and Voltage, people would easily say Showdown stole the show hands down. From the War Games match to the National Elite Championship match, and Answer's World Championship match just naming the few that I can recall immediately off the top of my head, but three matches from either of the other brands couldn't even come close to touching those matches. So then the question that keeps passing through my mind since this past Showdown was over-said and done with, is why? Why all of a sudden have some of our young horses just all of sudden stopped going for the base hits? Why are they just settling for the balls or waiting to be struck out? You know it’s amazing how certain guys can come out and say certain things for weeks on end, have certain principles they supposedly abide by in their daily lives and then they bring that into their worlds of wrestling, but then after a certain amount of time they abandon those principles? I will be honest in saying that I’m guilty of this myself, no lie, but I’ve been able to put things in proper perspective here. Things aren’t going to happen when you think they should, or because you want them to. Things that you achieve here will be done quite the opposite. You just have to be willing to sacrifice a bit of who you are, I feel, and you have to adapt to the system that is in place. Everyone, with a great deal of patience, will get their opportunities to breakout and perhaps shine brighter than anyone, including themselves, could have imagined. I remember coming into this season with high expectations of myself, and this brand. I knew I would have to step up my game from the season before, knowing I had to stay consistent. I didn’t come into this season thinking about titles or that I needed to beat this guy or that guy to get to where I wanted to be. I came in thinking that my run at the end of last season was not a fluke and that I needed to prove it whether it was against upper midcard guys or main event guys, or lower midcard, etc. Whatever the case was gonna be I was determined to prove my worth. Fast forward to now at this moment, and you will see that hasn’t changed. Now, I may have re-adjusted my attitude a bit because I noticed a flaw in what I was doing before, but make no mistake I still strive for the same thing I did at the start of this season, which again is to prove my worth. I have shown mentally I am one of the strongest personalities on the roster, and the consistency I show week in and week out is not overlooked. If I have to carry these lazy sacks of dirt in the midcard to prove my worth then that’s what I’ll do, just watch me.

Just in case a lot of you viewers don’t understand where I am coming from, no problem. Let me enlighten you on some of our so-called future commodities of Elite Answers Wrestling that are supposed to be the backbone of our growing product, not just on Showdown, but Elite Answers Wrestling. Last week if you missed our show, which if you even blinked for a second you probably would’ve and nobody that represents Showdown would blame you. However, just in case you did, our show was dismal at best. I mean you had the main event guys such as Lannister and Lioncross making the airwaves once again this week, with Lioncross continuing his ascension up the ranks with a newfound attitude adjustment of his own courtesy of Lannister. You saw a stellar main event between rising star Ryan Marx and the incomparable Pizza Boy that showed what the REAL future of EAW could be with a few more reliable pieces in place on other parts of the card. Matt Ryder, who Ryan will face at Rite of Passage, has shown the kind of consistency to be admired with his abundance of experience, the wherewithal to be a staple every week. Not bad for someone who was formerly reduced to a commentator previously. Then you have a guy like Nico Borg, a guy who I faced earlier this season. I’ll admit, I wasn’t prepared for somebody of his nature that likes to manipulate your thoughts, and challenge your overall morality as a human being, but I digress a bit, because Nico is one of Showdown’s prized young commodities and has proven to be just as consistent as anybody, and he has another chance to prove that against a Legendary figure in Tyler Parker. All those guys are doing the job, pulling their own weight and leading this show to greater heights. The midcard guys, eh, they could be representing us better, myself included, but for whatever reason that just isn’t the case, as was evidenced this past week. As far as who I’m talking about, well, a few are in this Scramble Series with a great opportunity to rise to prominence here in EAW. There are others too that showed their faces for a short time, got through a few preliminary tests, but then once they were given real tests they folded like accordions and left so fast from people’s minds you barely even realized they were breathing the same breath as you were for a long minute. It’s a sad state of affairs really. One of those guys I speak down upon is the man I will be facing this week as the scramble series continues. Now, this man, he came in to this season as the reigning New Breed Champion from season nine. He came in with a great deal of…well, cockiness. Let’s not beat around the bush about it. I will admit, I had some arrogance and bravado about me coming into this season after the high I was on from season nine, but this guy was the epitome of it, hands down. That came back to bite him hard when he lost his title to a more determined and motivated, Chris Elite. Since then he has been caught in this tailspin that seemingly has no end in sight at the moment. Just when you thought he had found a breakthrough a couple of weeks ago against Whiskey Jack, he squandered a perfect opportunity to not only redeem the loss he suffered at Dia Del Diablo, but also to put some doubt in the back of the mind of the man that took the title from him as we near to the big show. Instead the man shot nothing but blanks on Showdown, and Elite was more than obliged to take that opportunity to further humiliate his former ally once again.

What I can’t seem to understand is why a man like Silva can talk so philosophically sometimes about the how EAW is run as a whole, how he fits into it all, and what he represents for the future of this company, and then goes on to do what only be described as mentally checking himself out last week. This man, he defends Omerta religiously like you would do with anybody you considered family, like he does Omerta, but then he forgets his place in it all. He goes out to the ring and puts on a perfect display of the misrepresentation of what his family is supposed to be all about, and shows no shame in it whatsoever. You know what though, I hardly give a crap about that, oh no, you see what I do care about is how he misrepresents our brand! I don’t hate saying this either, but JJ Silva’s selfishness is showing through now. He’s showing that he is no fighter, showing that he has a weak-ass backbone, and hell maybe he’s even showing now that the walls that were supposedly impossible to breakdown are now finally being broken down, and about to crumble. I’m not going to bring up the Iconomy, I’m not going to bring up the Omerta again, and I don’t need to bring up your humiliating losses anymore to Chris Elite, because well, those speak for themselves. Don’t worry, Silva, you may not owe me anything, because I am sure you wonder as to why I should care so much? It’s easy, because you JJ Silva, you have had a nice decent start to your career there guy. You have been here, what, eighteen months? In eighteen months you have done quite a bit, haven’t you? Yeah, sure, it hasn’t all been peaches and cream, but until now you had always shown it hadn’t affected you. Until now, you had always been able to speak up for yourself, and hell, maybe I’ve spoken too soon, but I hardly even care if that’s the case or not. What I had the misfortune of witnessing last week made me shake my head in disbelief as you and a few others simply decided you weren’t going to bring the fire and the passion last week, and course now you know what that means? You know what that represents for at least your immediate future? It means more purgatory for you. If you thought that those Agents of Elite, or whatever they are was bad enough, the worst is yet to come, JJ, and you can only blame yourself for this, all of this! Not just last week, but every fricken week leading up to this week. You’ve been going about this thing all wrong, and now it’s backfiring on you big time. Trust me, JJ, there was a time I was thinking to myself, and it was right around the time you had won that battle royal back to last season on Dynasty that earned you the right to face the New Breed Champion, Piff Fumador. It was around that time that I was intrigued the with idea of perhaps stepping toe to toe with the great JJ Silva, back when you were winning, winning, winning, when you were at your best! However, that was then. Now, I almost feel embarrassed that I have to even step foot into the same ring with a worthless-two-faced-self-serving-son-of-a-bitch like you! Oh, I’m sorry, DARN! I had really been trying to keep cursing out of my video feeds, but I’m sorry, I couldn’t seem to come up with a better way to describe the actions lately of this lazy ass piece of shit! This is not how it is supposed to be, but again, maybe I’m wrong. Last week could very well have been a fluke, which I really do hope that’s the case.

Ever since the Scramble Series was announced I had been looking at it for what it was, and that’s another opportunity to prove my worth to this brand, and more importantly this company. Were there times where I wanted to pack it in because things seemingly had gotten more difficult than I had originally foreseen? Sure, of course. I think everyone has their fair share of those moments. I have failed plenty since I’ve been here to live up to my own expectations, whether it was competing for the Interwire Championship last season, or Grand Rampage, or Cash In the Vault, and even most recently failing to win the National Elite Championship. Through all the failures though, I don’t think I ever once decided that I would just mentally check myself out of the grind like JJ and a few others did last week. It’s a shame, really. I can see it now. JJ may speak this week, trying to defend his actions and may even vehemently swear up and down he hasn’t mentally check himself out, but all the signs are there if any of you have been paying any attention to our programming each week. He has soiled away so many chances to break the glass this season alone, he hasn’t been able to get the job done. Go ahead and try to convince yourself that I am not and could not ever be the wrestler you are, speak about that to your heart’s desire, but it’s YOUR drive that’s in question right now. It’s YOUR position in the ranks of Showdown that is being second guessed right now, it’s YOUR career that’s yours to continue building on or just end cold turkey. Don’t get too flattered either you arrogant piece of crap! I could care less about you or your so-called vaunted reputation as this great cerebral mind that can break guys down, because I guarantee you can’t break me down, believe me. Many have tried, and it hasn’t mattered, and I don’t think you need any more proof beyond the fact that I’m still here. If you keep this up there’s a good chance you will not be able to get a word up on anyone come Rite of Passage. You will be nothing more than an afterthought in everybody else’s minds.  You see, your biggest mistake in all this is you actually believe you are this dominating force when you really aren’t, but arrogantly you have dismissed that notion and kept on with this charade that has undoubtedly led to your fall from the supposed grace you were at. You don’t need to impress me. You don’t owe me jack. All I want from you, JJ, is for you to show your ass on Showdown. That’s it! Show me the JJ Silva that was dominating the midcard on Dynasty last season. Show me the former New Breed Champion you once were, JJ. Show me you are as independent as you keep trying to convince everyone that you are, try to convince me that you don’t need Zack or Omerta. Show me that you don’t need Terry Chambers at your beck on call, rubbing your shoulders and playing cheerleader on the sidelines. Just do this for me Silva and SHOW THE FUCK UP! THAT’S IT[size=37]![/size]