Voltage Promo #1


(The scene opens inside of motel room.  A static buzzing noise from a flickering light bulb fills the air.   The lights are dim with just enough illumination emitted to make out many of the stains upon the walls and carpeting, the cheap grey wallpaper that is dusty and tattered and is older than you are, the soiled mattress that creaks every time any who lays upon it takes so much as a breath, and most importantly the man who is sitting on that bed slowly rocking himself back and forth with his head in his hands, the man who  is neither repulsed by his surroundings, nor does he find any comfort or solace within them.  The man the world knows as SOLOMON CAINE.)
 
Caine: “Time.  Time is at hand.  With whispers sweeter than the angel’s They told me it is, so it must be so.  IT MUST BE SO!!!! (Caine inhales deeply)  The day of cleansing has come, and they have chosen me to prepare the way.  They have chosen me to tell the people about the glorious fire that will fall and purify this weak, sickly world that lives in ignorance of what is coming.  Blissfully unaware are the HEATHENS of this earth that only exist because they leach off the life blood of those who are strong.  Blind are they to the fact that they will be consumed in the twinkling of an EYE!  Heathens like Jon McAdams.  The man who hides, hides, behind the guise of being a gentlemen so that he can roooolllll in the muck with the other swine of high Society.  The man who has to make a joke out of himself so that he can get his fix of other people’s attention which he craves like a junkie for the needle.   He knows that deep inside, he is unworthy of any praise, or adulation for anything he has ever done with his worthless, pitiful life.  He is nothing more than the filth that has festered on this world’s skin and has become infectious.  I am the cure to McAdams and his ilk.  I am the one who shall bring him to his knees in a vein search for mercy.  The one who shall make an example out of him for they have ordained him to be so.  He is week, he is foolish, he is blind.  Blind and without realization that all his money, and power, and all the glory that they can buy, and all of the golden trinkets he can steal with a fistful of nickels and dimes will not mean any-goddamn-thing at the end of ages!   Sunday night I will take the first step in showing these things that dare to call themselves people what awaits them by making a burnt offering out of Jon McAdams.  When I tear that boy limb from limb the world will open it’s eyes.  When I am finished with Jon McAdams, and have washed the ring mat in his blood, the heathens… they will begin to realize the truth of this life.  And when I do exactly the same to each and every last one of those who would dare try to deny the message I bring, they will see that all resistance is futile.   I will I know this to be true, They have shown it to me.  I have borne witness to it with my own eyes. I saw the collapse of the empires of this world, I heard the screams and lamentations of women and children.  I smelled the smoke wafting up from the charred remains like incense towards heaven.  And it was BEAUTIFUL!  THE ONES WHO HAVE TOLD ME, THEY ARE SOON COMING WITH THEIR RIGHTEOUS FURY, AND  WHEN THEY DO ARRIVE, THERE WILL NOT BE EVEN SO MUCH AS A GODDAMN MOMENT FOR YOU TO  DRAW IN ONE LAST BREATH TO SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR LOVED ONES!!!!!!  
I weep for this world, I weep for the innocent,  but will do as my masters have told me. I must.   As long as I do, I am immune.  I DON’T WANT TO BURRRNNNNNNNNN!!!!”
 
(Caine jumps up off the bed and begins to throw everything that isn’t nailed down including the lamp, the nightstand, the desk, and the television)
 
Caine: “I DON’T WANT TO BURN! I DON’T WANT TO BURN! I DON’T WANT TO BURN!!!! “
 
(Caine begins to stomp at the various pieces of furniture strewn about on the floor till each one has been smashed and fractured.  Caine takes several deep breaths, Then suddenly, his body goes stiff, his jaw hangs slightly open, his eyes glaze over as his gaze veers up from the floor to just past the camera.  )
 
Caine: Yes, I understand.  I shall do you will masters.  I shall see my purpose thru.    I am the bringer of the end of ages.  The end of ages is the bringer of fire.  And he who has served will be spared, and for he who has not there shall be no mercy, or salvation to their suffering.  The beautiful reign will wash away the filth, the world shall be made pure.  They have told me, it must be so.”
 
(The flickering of the light becomes much more rapid, just before the dies out leaving only total darkness on the screen)
 
Caine (softly fading out): “It must be so… It must be so…  it must be so.”
 


THE END

Separated from any kind of genius and bravery, ever since coming to Showdown on my lonesome my greatest struggle has been becoming used to just how stifling this environment is. I used to run with jaguars, forgetting the world was filled with slugs. I use to hang with people who almost, almost, thought like me, and fell into the idea that EAW was in an era of progressive innovation. But the people here are backwards. Like early cavemen who feared those who made fire, like the era in which menial workers feared the advent of the computer replacing them, and much like people to this day fight research due to religious beliefs, the people of this roster treat me like a deviant scourge amongst this roster they refuse to hear any ideas from despite me being the brightest mind this roster has. I forgot, a maverick is just a sexy version of an outcast. I maybe the hottest talent in EAW today both in psychical shape and in rising status, but it doesn’t eliminate the fact being the rare breed that I am also makes me some odd man out these sheep can only perceive as the black of their kind. Of course Ares Vendetta couldn’t accept my vision, I should have known he would be no different than any other worshipper of mythical nonsense when he spent so much of his career speaking of “Onryo”.

For all worshippers are the same, instead of standing for human progress they prefer to kneel to imaginary creatures, and their scriptures, that tell them how to think and how to act! If you’re the type of person who can worship creatures that cannot be observed or interacted with in reality, it is almost impossible that you aren’t the type of sucker who feeds from the tit that milks out ideals like honour, karma, righteousness, and respect that are all designed for babies too afraid of the reality of the world. I have no doubt in my mind that Ares thought he was proving something by keeping this a three way, thought he was being better than me, but all he did was expose himself to be just another bonehead who puts silly ideals over logic and odds. The reality of the world is this, you’re either doing whatever it takes to get ahead, or you’re not putting your best foot forward.

Coming from where I come from, I know all about people who never put anything forward, everyone knows there is one community most in love with magic and gods; it is the brothers, and the sistas.

That’s why when you got jokes about someone saying “you people need Jesus” it’s a fat black lady.  

That’s why when you got a black man in Pulp Fiction he the one quoting godly phrases

And that’s why when you watching Luke Cage every nigga should known, a punkass bitch named Diamondback was bound to show up with a whole slew of god diarrhea.

Voodoo? Virgins cure aids?

I don’t even want to talk about it.

But me? I always passed on the pastors, refused to give the nod to the gods, and it didn’t matter if it was the Heart Break Boy, or Pizza Boy, I made sure any of these worshippers who crossed me speaking of such magic had our encounters ending tragic. The only sign of any organized practice of mysticism on me is my Komodo Dragon mask, because my family worshipped Gaia, nature freaks who believed our souls were linked with beasts, a family who kicked me out and denied me my birthright because I was too “modern” for our ways of life. I keep the way of the Komodo Dragon not because I believe in souls, but because we know what they are, we know the toughness of their skin, the deadliness of their mouths, and that they’re cold blooded motherfuckers, just like me.

Now I got to wrestle Nico Borg, a man I tolerated only so my team could come out victorious in War Games, but just like any other game, once the players change sides you have no problem blasting your former short term teammates in the head. Come to think of it, I have no love for this individual, utter contempt is all I can have for someone like that just like Ares, just like HBB, just like Pizza Boy, believes in fairy tales. It doesn’t matter if he preaches wickedness, just like it doesn’t matter that Onryo is a being of vengeance, I put them all in the same league of delusional rats who roam my dark alley eating out from the dumpsters I allow them to live in. If Nico has any brains, he’d stick to the dumpsters feasting on rotten fruit like Tyler Parker, and not get in my way right now while I am busy mugging anyone who takes a wrong turn and ends up on Showdown while I’m making the rounds looking for valuables to take. In fact, put a kibosh on that, it doesn’t matter if Nico sticks to the dumpsters of my dark alley, I’m sick of hearing him squeaking like the happy little rotten he is whenever he finds a lesser prey to feast on, he’s gotten fat having a good meal hunting down the leftovers on my brand, I’m lifting the lid off that dumpster and making sure he knows it’s time to pay rent!

"And a Man sat alone, drenched deep in sadness. And all the animals drew near to him and said, "We do not like to see you so sad. Ask us for whatever you wish and you shall have it." The Man said, "I want to have good sight." The vulture replied, "You shall have mine." The Man said, "I want to be strong." The jaguar said, "You shall be strong like me." Then the Man said, "I long to know the secrets of the earth." The serpent replied, "I will show them to you." And so it went with all the animals. And when the Man had all the gifts that they could give, he left. Then the owl said to the other animals, "Now the Man knows much, he'll be able to do many things. Suddenly I am afraid." The deer said, "The Man has all that he needs. Now his sadness will stop." But the owl replied, "No. I saw a hole in the Man, deep like a hunger he will never fill. It is what makes him sad and what makes him want. He will go on taking and taking, until one day the World will say, 'I am no more and I have nothing left to give.'"

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(Cameras smoothly fades into the front of a huge, seminar-like church where EAW Hall of Famer and returning Elitist, the Heart Break Boy stands near the opening doors dressed in all white(hat, trench coat) He presses through the doors politely and ends in front of three of the church's leaders that sit in the pulpit of the church. Bishop Boyce, the leader of the church alongside his assistant pastors, Pastor Cicero and Elder Cook. Each individual has notepads in front of them, a bible opened beside them as they stare at a stiff-faced Heart Break Boy while he approaches. Cicero looks on with a disgusted look upon his face and speaks first.)

Pastor Cicero: Why are you wearing a hat in the sanctuary?!

(HBB quietly takes off his white hat)

Pastor Cicero: What is it that you want anyway? We're studying for our next service. Don't you have ring ropes to climb?

Bishop Boyce: Michael... It's a pleasant surprise. Why are you home so soon?

HBB: I needed your blessing for what I'm about to do.

Bishop Boyce: What is that?

HBB: Two days ago, I made a decision. The decision was only influenced by you and our God, Christ Jesus. I made a decision to return back to my old roots after leaving it in dust. I thought "The Legend of the Heart Break Boy" was buried after a last moment satisfying stretch.

(Pastor Cicero giggles while Elder Cook remains quiet but observant)

Pastor Cicero: You call that satisfying, Michael?

Bishop Boyce: Well son, I don't feel like you should have gone back to EAW but of course it's not about how I feel. Feelings never explain the truth. It is that I believe God opened my eyes to tell you something. So you're in good hands, Michael. There is no need to ask for my blessing to continue your career in EAW.

HBB: Excuse me sir. I have already understood and accepted the fact that I had to continue my career in EAW. The blessing that I ask for is not because of a silly redemption. The blessing that I ask for is what I'm about to do to a man of many sorts of names but I only acknowledge the one incest name that he goes by, Jacob Senn!

Pastor Cicero: Ugh! A name that rhymes with sin, how clever?

HBB: I believe it's in God's Will to knock him off his feet yet again like I did two days ago, pastor.

Bishop Boyce: And for what purpose?

HBB: A man like that with power and allegiance over anything is very dangerous. He doesn't deserve to be headship over vulnerable people after Lucian Black didn't put up much a fight. Why should they honor and crown him?

Pastor Cicero: And you deserve to be crowned?

HBB: I have bled, spent sleepless nights and have dedicated MORE to my profession than Jacob Senn. I have been LONG overdue that honor and crown that he shouldn't be wearing.

Bishop Boyce: I'm sorry, Michael. I'm backing up pastor on this one. You don't deserve a shot. I don't see God's purpose in this situation.

HBB: I don't deserve a shot? I DON'T DESERVE A SHOT?!

Pastor Cicero: You dare raise your voice in here?!---

Bishop Boyce: Enough! Let's hear what he has to say.

HBB: For five years... For FIVE years. I have not recaptured the essence of the name, "The Golden Boy." I have left roaches, grasshoppers and spiders in an empty vault. I haven't cleansed out any of my past belongings and replaced them with new ones. FOR FIVE YEARS! My last shot came close. I admit that the Heart Break Boy came inches close to tallying up reigns once again. Unfortunately it didn't wind up that way. And I don't blame anyone else but myself. I blame the Heart Break Boy that thought it was "okay" to lose with a smile on his face. I blame the Heart Break Boy that claimed to have passion to win and a desire to be the greatest in his call, only to lose again, again, again..... and again. But two days ago at House of Glass, I don't BLAME what the Heart Break Boy did to Jacob Senn. In my eyes, what was wrong became right. So I knocked Jacob Senn's teeth out of his mouth. Now I'm willing to mount those teeth on my own wall alongside that title that doesn't belong to him. It belongs to ME and if you don't think I deserve a shot... Take a quick look down the list of those that reside under the Dynasty brand. And even with my back up against the wall, I still KNOW what I deserve to be. The difference between "The Heart Break Boy" then, he was a sucker, not a warrior. He wasn't for Christ. Christ trains winners, not losers. I was content on second place. I had allowed things to happen instead of taking my own leadership. And now, pastor and bishop, you only saw the first step take place at House of Glass. The second step only gets worse for our new EAW World Heavyweight Champion.

Pastor Cicero: Interesting, Michael. And if you lose and your plans backfire?

HBB: And so if it does? It wouldn't matter. In this world that I live in, I have nothing else to give back to it. I have nothing to lose. But I will achieve that common goal before I leave again.

Pastor Cicero(looks over at Bishop): Do you hear this man?

Bishop Boyce: I love it. I love that zeal and purpose that you have despite all your difficulties. You understand who you are now and possessed wisdom by experience to regain something you believe is long overdue. I speak for a lot of others, Michael. They don't believe "The Heart Break Boy" deserves another shot and I don't either but whose to stop a man with a new realm fire and an uplifting in his spirit to change an atmosphere for something more positive? You have my blessing.

HBB: Thank you sir.

Pastor Cicero: I can't wait to see this. Michael, make sure to report to us in all that you do.

Bishop Boyce: And try not to truly harm Jacob.

(The Heart Break Boy places the white hat back on his head and turns around heading toward the exit)

HBB: Now that sir... I can't promise.


(Cameras transition over to a cemetery, where the Heart Break Boy stands beside a cremating table that shows a replica of Jacob Senn's newly crowned EAW World Heavyweight Championship. The Heart Break Boy smirks into the camera as he looks down at the belt then closes his eyes.)

I believe that anyone can overcome fear by doing things that make them fear. I believe that suffering, failure and loneliness and all other horrific things will be apart of your journey but God's Kingdom will conquer all these things. I stand a living witness and I could write an entire testament of the trials and tribulations that I had to go through. Many of you see me as a man that doesn't suppose to exist anymore. While I was gone, I have seen fear only get postponed until the night representing House of Glass. The minds and soul of fellow adversaries such as Drake Jaeger and Tiberius Jones have turned preeminently afraid of my presence. I know this because an untempted man only boasts when they're powerless. A wise man boasts of things from above and gives himself no credit. But not even that, they have become tears flying down my face of disappointment because of their despair of hopelessness by trying to tear down a legacy that they have not come centimeters close to touching. I also have tears running down my eyes from unfortunate things I have learned since being away but I don't need clarity to redefine my newest ordainment. I have already claimed my spot back on top. You may think it's harsh of a man to convict another man right after being crowned the face of this organization. But a lot of people don't think and have enough sense to know what I'm doing. Whether Jacob Senn likes it or not, he is a simple-minded person that only does simple-minded things. With the way he claimed as World Champion described his narrow-mindedness and shaken qualities as champion. Regardless of the circumstances, would it have been better for EAW to exhort another worthy challenger into the mix? Probably not. Therefore, I had to exhort myself and for my actions, I have not only startled the EAW world, I have conquered it.

The future of righteousness... Everyone has something to fight for. Colin Kaepernick fights against America's definition. Martin Luther King Jr. fought for equality among blacks and whites. Nat Turner fought for black slaves to be free and white masters to be punished. They all had a purpose, something to fight for or should I say it more? They all have a God-given will. My will wasn't to return to EAW, I honestly hate it. But only GOD's Will has pushed me to respond to ridiculous plagues around EAW. You have people throwing around biblical scriptures like candy nowadays, not even discerning the rightful meaning. You have Vixens that want to be boys. You have former allies being erased from history. And you have lazy competitors. I could wonder all day long about "What happened?" However, I have something better to do because of what's about to happen. Jacob Senn.... Whether you go along smiling at the fact that you're still champion and ignore the fact that the Heart Break Boy is out to give you life. And what I mean by that, I'm going to correct your mistakes. I'm going to keep you from denying true humanity and regret your disappointment. After all, how can you smile by the way you've accomplished things? How can a true believer in himself feel the urge to continue and call himself champion?! Let me fill in the void. People should know me by now. My greatest accomplishment in my career has always been falling then rising up again to show you how much strength and battle I have in myself to keep fighting. The fight stops here. It's time to prevail. It's time to win. It's the key to personal excellence and the new game of life. Like I've told my mentors, I have nothing to lose but everything to win. You see, Jacob.. Small mindsets build small boxes for themselves. I'm going to win BIG and relinquish you from your past royalties this early into the game. If you don't believe me then watch on Dynasty as I take care of your Interwire Champion, TLA.

Throughout all that EAW has thrown to me in the past such as the Thomas Minns', The Maxwell Dachs', and others. I have yet to square off with this young man, contrary to my upcoming dispute with Jacob Senn. Let me ask you something, TLA, have you ever faced someone inside that ring that doesn't have an option to lose? Have you ever faced someone with much zeal as possible to make sure he's the last man standing? Will you understand that the Heart Break Boy is a man that never quits. How can you beat something that never dies? Better yet, why would you? Let's be fair here, you weren't just thrown to me like a slice of meat to a hungry wolf. No, that couldn't be. You're a champion. You have pieces of metal in your hands and with no excuses, you earned what you have desired. But I have even learned that it's more important to find a deeper meaning to yourself than remaining content with mediocrity. Much like Thomas Minns and other past failures that I have seen potential in. I have come to observe their derives. And I have only punctured off the top of my head by what derives TLA. What makes him a great champion? I will find out. My conclusion is now that, your derives are settling for less. How is it that I can make noise after many months of vacancy while you try to defend mediocrity? Allow the Heart Break Boy shed some light on your situation. It's clear that many lack humility, which creates non-leadership and "derives" respect. Those that belong at the very top have been comfortable with the process for way too long. In the past, I rather send advice, send instructions and while I may still call it like I see it. I rather take advantage and fulfill the purpose that God has placed on my life by taking it. TLA, let's make it point blank. I don't care about the outcome of this match. I care about the impact of this match that "derives" our "new" EAW World Heavyweight Champion to respond for a new word that I have already spoken to him from the jump.

(The Heart Break Boy opens his eyes and directs his attention onto the replica belt. He grabs it then hoists it into the camera)

This championship is supposed have meaning? According to our past and current champions, I think not.

EAW, you cannot stop what fervently seeks after righteousness. I have God on my side. What do you have?

(HBB throws the belt into the camera as the screen shakes off into pitch black.)

 
So much has changed since the last time Madison Kaline and I fought. I have the crown that she so badly desired, and she seems to be a shell of herself. I don’t really understand how she took such a plunge off the deep end. Remember now, this is the woman we’re all supposed to be jealous of. She’s got that beauty, that perfect round ass and she was a champion that one time. And she’s fought at the highest level and consistently lost there more than maybe any person in the entire industry. And there were a lot of words tossed around last time. It was a rematch for her and a chance at redemption. Me? I was just the bridesmaid that would never be the bride. I wasn’t good enough, no, I was destined to win it. But quite poetically, Madison had to tap out and give up on yet another grand stage. And yet a month later, here we are back to square one with the two of us in a ring. And I find myself expecting nothing different. You don’t have as much to fight for, so you won’t come as seriously as you need. There isn’t any prize on the line and you don’t care about pride anymore. You’re so caught up in the politics with the other two girls in Sanatorium right now that your head must be constantly spinning as you try to manage doing more than one thing at a time. How the hell can we expect you to get ready for fights, look so damn fabulous and be the leader of those other two all at the same time. Well the answers are this: all you have at this point is your beauty. You’ve lost it in the ring, Madison. You’ve taken giant leaps back. Like, historic leaps back. Like Neil Armstrong never stepped on the moon in that movie studio back. And all the while, you’ve got Cloud Matsuda walking past you and looking at you quizzically. Cloud’s not used to passing people in stature just by walking by. She’s used to fighting for her spot when she’s not drilling you with a chair. And yet, Alexis is in tow about to stumble past you too. Stumble, because she can’t believe her eyes. I don’t know what happened to you, but I would hate to think I broke you. I mean you lost to someone who was in the company less than a month. Understand that the person that beat you two weeks ago is no longer here anymore. I beat her and she checked out.
 
This is EAW 2016 apparently, where the once strong Madison Kaline is on a spiral downward that just doesn’t make any sense. Yet forever she will remind us all of that one time she was a Vixen’s Champion and how she’s forever locked into EAW lore because of that. Some day when a kid looks up the history of EAW on Wikipedia and navigates to the Vixens Championship history, he or she will scroll over your name and let a soft laugh slip out. They might even think it’s a mistake. That’s the kind of impact you left then, and you’re only reinforcing it now. You used to be a big player in this company. Used to. You established yourself in a spot as the rival to Tarah Nova when there was no HBG or Kendra trolling around the Vixen’s ranks. You were at your best, when this division was at its worst. When this was division was just starting to get a kick in the pants with an influx of new talent looking to take over. I even remember you challenging my worth as a champion in the spring. I told you to step up and take your shot. You retired. And now here you are back, and you apparently loaded all of your energy into making it to the Empress of Elite finals on the least impressive path possible. And then there you laid on the mat at the end, clutching your arm as I walked out of that arena as the Empress. It was the second year in a row you failed to take what you claimed as yours. But really, it’s just the continuing cycle with where your career appears to be headed.
 
I don’t know how to defend what’s happening with you or how to fix it. I don’t want to imagine a Vixen’s Division where Madison Kaline doesn’t exist. But really, I’m not sure very many people noticed you were gone. The only thing they picked up on was out new Vixen’s Champion Sheridan Müller incessantly bragging about bringing your career to an end. But the most exciting thing you’ve done in 2016 is make your triumphant return. And then, it was just back to this same old shit. It was like you took all of the opportunity and excitement that was offered to you and then said, but you know what, I still want to do it this one way that has so clearly worked for so long. Maybe you’re content with a place that appears to be dwindling. For months the Vixen’s locker room joked about how you apparently kept wandering your way into the title picture to take the fall. For one, it didn’t even make sense to have you there. It was everyone else was busy fighting for something else and somebody some where said, “ah shit, but what do we do with Madison?” It’s not like anyone ever expected you to win and reclaim the title. But you were sure nice to look at while Eris locked it down. Believe me when I say this isn’t an effort to pick on you. The division would be better with a running strong Madison Kaline. But you’ve just got your hand in so many cookie jars right now and you’re trying to be something you’re not.
 
The Sanatorium seems to be draining every last ounce of interesting out of you by the bucket load. And you seem content to be locked into the monotonous game of doing this same façade over and over. So you won’t see me trying to help you recover. You’ll just see me coming down to that ring with the same unmatched ferocity I did in the Empress of Elite finals. And if I need to, I’ll put you right back in that same hold I did in that match. I’ll keep wrenching back as I feel your muscle and bone trying to deny the inevitable and you scream and plead for it to stop, you struggle to break it or reach for the ropes so the nice man in stripes will make it stop. Because I’m not content one bit. I’m not wearing this crown around in parades and waving to the people like they’re peasants. Nah, I took it home and put it on a shelf. They tell me I have to bring it, I bring it. Yep, I get this title match down the line. But that’s down the line. I’m not going to stop coming out and fighting with this same intensity. I’m not done working to get better. What I did during that tournament only elevated my craft to another level. So now I’m back to work doing it again. You know I won’t stop. You’ve learned by now that I’m just this stubborn bitch who won’t stop even when she reaches the top. I’ll never be content to become a one-hit wonder. I never want to be just another Madison Kaline. But you do your thing and spit your poetry and we’ll meet at Empire this week and see if anything has really changed. Easy prediction, it hasn’t. We can fight over words all we want this week and I know when we get in that ring we’ll be singing the same song from a month ago. I don’t have to bury your career like Sheridan said she did. You’re doing that all your own. And I’m not going to be the one who tosses you the shovel to help you dig your way out.

10/16/2016 – 6:00 AM – Clark County Prison, Las Vegas, Nevada
 
Interviewer: Hi, welcome to the exclusive interview to one of EAW’s newest newcomer, Moongoose McQueen. Now we were originally scheduled to do this in a live studio, but it would appear that McQueen has been arrested for an incident on October 14, 2016. Instead, I was sent here to film this interview. Now with their permission, we are about to step inside this prison cell where, point the camera over there… Moongoose McQueen is just sitting there on a bench alone staring at the wall, and if you look at all over the walls, written in red, we can see the following words, “Not getting booked and no play makes McQueen a very dull boy.” What does this all mean?
 
We will now be approaching the cell as the guard opens the doors. McQueen seems to be incapacitated in restraints, but he still has not made any movements. His eyes continue to stare forward. I have never seen someone focus so much. Almost as if he is ready to attack. I will now approach him as I prepare to ask him some questions. Mr. McQueen, I just want to say, welcome to EAW. May we ask, what brings you here?
 
(Moongoose continues to blankly stare at the wall in silent)
 
Interviewer: Ok? Can you tell use a little more about the incident that lead to your arrest?
 
(Silence)
 
Interviewer: Anything you want to say to your opponent?
 
McQueen:………… ZZZZZZZZ!
 
Interviewer: You gotta be kidding me? Sir, can you please wake up? WAKE UP!!
 
(McQueen headbutts the interviewer)
 
McQueen: Whose there? What’s going on? Who did this to you?
 
Interviewer: Ow, you did. Why did you do that?
 
McQueen: To be fair, should anyone be poking a sleeping bear. Sorry about that I guess, but may I ask, who are you?
 
Interviewer: I’m an interviewer sent by EAW to check up on you.
 
McQueen: Eh, stop being a pussy. It was just a headbutt. But this is an interview you say? Have I finally been given a match?
 
Interviewer: Yes.
 
McQueen: Alright, sit down. I got this. So who am I? Well, I am a felon, but nothing too serious, just assault on people that deserve it. But the name is Moongoose McQueen. I am one of the newest additions to Dynasty. Some people may had heard about me and to many, I’m just a total stranger. And that’s ok, because nothing else really matters other than what I’m going to say. I’m here on business. It is my  job as an entertainer to simply entertain. I’m here to ignite you, excite you, and more importantly, delight you. And oh, its true, its damn true. If there is one thing I am, it’s honest, and why would I lie. I am the best at what I do, and here I am to offer my services to not just EAW, but to just about anyone for the right price.
 
Interviewer: What does that mean?
 
McQueen: Didn’t I tell you to shut up? I got this! So zip it before I zip it for ya.  Now here is my pitch. Sooner or later, as you guy will all learn, Moongoose McQueen can be a little bit….. crazy. Is it all real or is it just an act? You’d have to stick around to find out, but I’m in the business of helping others. I guess you can say I’m like those wacky crazy car sales commercials where they must be INSANE!!! But here is the real insane part. I can do anything. I am a mercenary and a damn good one to boot. Can’t beat a guy, I’m willing to bet I can out fight, out match, and out crazy them. Let me take care of them while you do your own thing. What’s that catch?!! WHAT’S THE CATCH?!! Why, there is always a catch? I don’t do first come first serve. I do the job that best interest me, and this is where my role as an entertainer comes in. Sure, maybe seeing a world title around my waist can be entertaining again. But I’m kind of already sick and bored with that spotlight. Moongoose McQueen has come back, reinvented and with a new purpose……….. Aren’t you going to ask what that purpose is?
 
Interviewer: What is it?
 
McQueen:….IT!! Just kidding. Well, you see, when you have been champion long enough and as often as I have, you start to realize the harsh truth of it all. It really doesn’t matter. It’s just an accessory for your waist or something kinky to use in the bed room. But the only thing that title really represents is that life is ours, and we live it our own way. A title only means we are proof of success stories that people can live the way we want and get to the top. You can work hard, cheat, or kiss enough ass and get there, as long as its your way. It doesn’t mean you are the best, it just means you walked your path and got your way, and the sad truth is, so many have failed to do so. And truly, that is tragic… unless there were some sort of intervention. “THIS GUY!!” You see, don’t think of my services as scummy and undeserving. I simply want to help those get to where they want to be. I can make dreams come true, or better yet, I have been notorious for crushing dreams as well. Either way, it puts a smile on my face.I suppose you can say my new motto is, “Service with a smile.”
 
Interviewer: Service with a smile?
 
McQueen: Correct! I can give you the entire back story about how for the majority of my career, I have been angry and bitter, titles and all, but you are looking at a new man. A man with a new passion that doesn’t stray too far from what I’ve wanted, no needed from years ago. Ah, to look back at how foolish I was back then, so hungry to win the title and prove myself to be the best, but that isn’t the answer. At the end of it all, it’s all about having the power to create, inspire others, act as divine intervention, save them….. at the same time, the ability to destroy all, push people down and kick dirt in their faces, act as judge, jury, and executioner, and just shit all over people’s parade.  Make no mistake, I’m still as intense a competitor as I was ages ago and always looking for a challenge. What I need, it isn’t money. It isn’t love, friendship or whatever it is people have ambitions for.  It’s all simply just so I can live again. I want to feel alive!! Be the demon that I once was. So I extend this offer to all of EAW, whose ready to make a pact with the devil?
 
Interviewer: And any personal words to your opponent this Friday?
 
McQueen: Who am I facing? It’s hard to keep up with the news when you’re in jail.
 
Interviewer: James Knight.
 
McQueen: Oh, Jimmy Knight. What an honor?!! Man, one of the best wrestlers I’ve seen growing up. Such an amazing talent and respectable man in the locker room. Wow, to think, I will be given the opportunity to face a real legend for my debut match. I mean, I gotta say, man, now that is a man I admire. Do so much for the industry, carrying it on his shoulder. I can respect a man for choosing to live and do things his way, and no doubt, Jimmy Knight is a fine example of that. But, we can’t be good at everything, after all, he sure was one hell of a wrestler, but a horrible father. I suppose you can say if you spend as much time as he did in the ring, its hard to properly raise a kid, but last time I heard, his kid tried to follow in his footstep, got a little bit of a drug problem, got caught up in a bad crowd, and I bet he’s probably dead in some piss stained ally in Taiwan or whatever. Man, Cocaine is one hell of a drug. It’s going to suck to beat up a good man like Jimmy Knight. Its not even a fair fight. Here I am, putting all my focus and attention on this match, and he has to worry about that deadbeat son of his. What a real shame.
 
(The interviewer whispers something in McQueen’s air, and his smile drops slightly)
 
McQueen: Oh, that’s disappointing. EAW sure knows how to pick them. A couple of winners like me and a few losers like James Knight. And here I was getting excited to wrestle a true pioneer of this business, and all I get is his worthless piece of Schmidt son. Well, we all gotta start somewhere, I suppose. Its not like I haven’t beaten up drug addicts before, I was just hoping for something different. Well, good job, Interviewer, if that is your real name, you just totally killed this interview, and not in a good way. I need some time alone to take this in. Get out of this cell before I use your blood next to write how sad I am getting paid to waste time on James Knight.
 
Interviewer: Blood?
 
McQueen: Oh yeah, you see, the blood I used to spell out “Dull boy” beat his kid. “Booked” was from a guy the robbed a mom and pop store. And my own name? Well, that was from a guy that found me a bit attractive, and while I don’t blame him….. I LIKE MY PERSONAL SPACE!!   And despite this smile I have on my face right now, I’M ACTUALLY INCREDIBLY PISSED OFF AND ANGRY I HAVE TO PUT MY HANDS ON SUCH FILTH FRIDAY NIGHT!! NOW GET OUT BEFORE I SEND YOU BACK TO EAW IN A BODY BAG!!
 
(The interviewer and camera man run out of the cell as the guard lock up the door. The camera shows McQueen continue sitting in the dark alone as he stares at the wall. McQueen is seen rocking back and forth as he mutters )
 
McQueen:  Not getting booked and no play makes McQueen a very dull boy. Not getting booked and no play makes McQueen a very dull boy. Not getting booked and no play makes McQueen a very dull boy.
 
Interviewer: Guard, what happened in there earlier?
 
Guard: That nutcase was originally in there with 10 other men. Sure, the other guys was harassing him at first for being the new guy, but next thing I know, HE starts shouting how he can’t wait anymore and starts attacking the other prisoners. It was insane. They all, including the guards ganged up on him, but it likes it didn’t even faze him. He just snapped and let loose. Now 10 men and 3 guards are in the hospital now and we were only able to get him out when he just decided to stop and said he was bored. Honestly, that guy has no reason to be out there in the streets, but he was able to post bail and should be getting released very soon. Good riddance. I don’t want him in here. But what I saw, it wasn’t human. He just kept beating them up, one by one with a sick smile on his face. He was actually enjoying it.
 

Interviewer: Well, there you have it folks. Based on my sources, Moongoose McQueen will be released in time for Dynasty on October 21, 2016, and he seems a little too excited. We’ll keep you updated but stay tune for more EAW content. Signing off.

These palms that tremble are still smooth, the non-blistered skin of someone who hasn’t worked a day in his life. A meticulous metacarpus that didn’t put in an ounce of effort during his illustrious chants of wanting to be the team leader of Dynasty; a man who proudly exuberated confidence without a single trace of his existence. Alex Wilder was nothing but a lie, a fantasy in a world where one must suffer through the harsh realities to realize that they are nothing more than a joke to the wrestling fans who viewed him as a once credible threat. These hands ache with the burden of disappointment that they carry from a locker room who trusted that man to represent a brand that they proudly called their own. Lives….were...in….Alex Wilder’s hands…. Now they shake and tremble….with nothing left.

It was all my fault…

There are no more excuses… I let everyone down at a time when they relied on me more than ever. Alex Wilder is dead… buried...long gone and he isn’t going to be coming back. Just like a teenager having their experimental years, it’s time for me to grow up and gain the maturity that I lacked when I first came to the red brand. I never felt comfortable in the skin of normal folk like Alex Wilder… it was just so generic, and I could feel any kind of enthusiasm just being sunk down into a black hole of mediocrity. I thought that I had taken this great step forward, and in reality, I had done nothing more than take two giant leaps back in my career. I’m ashamed of myself to be honest, and I know that the people in the back have lost all faith in me as they continue to stare and make me feel unwelcome in the dressing room.  It might be the reason why my hands continue to tremble so much, why my anxiety is an all-time level, and I continue to be riddled with doubts about my kind of performances on Dynasty. I’ve been living my whole life in a shrouded mystery of fear that has left with me with a clouded vision of my future and the goals that I’m trying to achieve, but it took so long to realize that I was the only one who was holding myself back. I didn’t put in the effort, I was the one who made the decision to just rest on my laurels and coast by while others like Drake Jaeger took the opportunities that were given to him and succeeded where I couldn’t.  

This isn’t a default, this isn’t about running back because I couldn’t hang when it was my turn in line, no… It was about finding myself through a turbulence of hatred. The Mexican Samurai. It wasn’t just a name, it was a true representation of my character, it was someone that I was starting to build a reputation with. I thought everything had came to an end at Pain For Pride when I was humiliated by TLA, but all I did was find excuses and I ditched a part of me that had been beckoning to be given another chance and a shot at redemption. It’s part of the reason why I feel so horrible about the fact that I disappointed everyone who bought a ticket to Territorial Invasion because I gave them a shitshow, it was part of the reason why TLA, Devan Dubian, Jacob Senn and the others, wouldn’t even give me the time of day anymore… In an instant, everything was gone. It goes to show exactly how things can unravel in a blink of an eye and how I can go from a World title contender into someone who isn’t even in the company any more.

I have to change that, I have to become stronger than I ever was. I can still feel the resentment that is held by the powers that be, they placed me in a match against one of the hottest rising prospects in EAW. I can see the writing on the wall, they want me to lose. They want to utilize my name to hotshot their next young contender to the stratosphere. Drake Jaegar is trying to distance himself from Drake and Jones, a tag team that I had faced off against at a time when The Pizza Boy and I were going neck to neck. I could feel the ferocity of someone who didn’t give a shit except to amuse himself, a man who is still trying to go through this whole schtick of amusing himself towards TLA and an Interwire title shot. There will be Mexican jokes aplenty, various jokes about feudal warlords in Japan, and maybe a shot at my manhood here and there, but when the jokes begin to disappear and the dust has settled? All you are left with is an individual whose brightest days are already behind him, still relishing over the fact that he was one of the many individuals to put Heart Break Boy through one of his many “retirements”… Although… even that statement no longer holds validity because HBB is back and probably looking over in Drake Jaegar’s direction. I thought you had it in you to get rid of one of EAW’s greatest legends to ever step foot in the ring but even the mighty Drake N Jones couldn’t do the impossible, and now I’m left with nothing but disappointment. After all the jokes, and the thievering of titles, all I’m left with is a man thrillingly showcasing his bad bleached perm to an audience trying their best to withhold the snickering while he bellows that he deserves an Interwire Championship from someone who is ten times the man that he’ll ever be.  I won’t be that stepping stone, the showcase in which you exhibit your desire after a title, because I have too much on the line, I HAVE TOO MUCH FIGHT TO GIVE IN A TIME IN WHICH MY BACK IS AGAINST THE WALL!!! I will not lay down to the likes of someone whose best reputation was that he was the fifth best member of Y2Impact’s latest group or Tiberius Jones’ sidekick. A man who took more sharp objects to the balls than a transgender getting an assignment change, but even a transgender wouldn’t dare to have the same kind of haircut that you carry around the ring.

You look like Sideshow Bob’s homosexual brother, you overrated twink!

:Whew: The Mexican Samurai is back and it feels good to be home again. This is only a small part of the full onslaught in which Drake Jaegar will feel throughout this week because this isn’t just a regular old match. This is my shot at redemption, a chance to show everyone that I can take this brand on my shoulders and represent Dynasty to its fullest. A chance to show that I have what it takes to carry the strap and take the next step in my career here in EAW as a future hall of famer and future champion.

*New Gimmick*

*Inner Monologue- Basically me talking to myself in my head. How would my opponents know what I'm thinking? I don't know, just go with it. Be cool.*



10/ 14/ 5:54 PM – Las Vegas, Nevada
 
(Camera pans over the skyline of a  Las Vegas night, a shadow figure is seen hopping across building to building. We zoom in and reveal a man in a casual shirt, leather jacket, jeans, and boots doing parkour. The man begins to go into a inner monologue)
 
Vegas, the city where dreams are made. Or is that New York? Whatever, it’s the start of something  new for me. You are all probably wondering, what the hell am I doing running across the roof, jumping building to building. This guy must be a real daredevil or just insane. But this all stems back from a personal philosophy of mine. Some people in the world are only good or destined for one thing. Some people are able to create and some are only capable of destroying. I happen to excel in both if my resume has anything to say about it, but there is the old saying. If you are ever good an anything, never do it for free. So you are probably wondering, why is this crazy raving lunatic flipping from building to building? Because I am a mercenary.
 
Let me rephrase that. I’m leaping from roof top to roof top because I’m scouting a target. You see, I have been requested to hunt someone down and get a little revenge. This makes me a hired gun, kind of like Dog the Bounty Hunter, but younger, more agile, and better looking. If I had to best described myself, I’m not afraid to get violent, really focused when it comes to a job, and pretty damn good when it comes to planning everything. If I just commit to the plan, everything will work out just fine, but then in the corner of my eye….. Oh boy, we got a jumper.
 
(The man walks over to a young women in tears standing on a ledge of a run-down apartment building.)
 
Man: HEY! There are kids that have school in the morning, if you are going to jump, do it over there at the T-Mobile Arena building. House of Glass is coming up and EAW can use the extra publicity.
 
Woman: Is that a joke? Go play Spider-man somewhere else and fuck off.
 
Man: Oh no, I was bitten by a sad radioactive clown, anyway, what are you doing? If you are going to jump, just do it already.
 
Woman: Are you telling me to jump instead of telling me to not?
 
Man: Pff, I don’t know what goes on in that head of yours. I’m sure you have a great reason to jump and if you believe in something, you should just do it.
 
Woman: You aren’t going to ask why I’m jumping?
 
Man: The clock is kind of ticking and I have some place to …..
 
Woman: My husband…. He gambled all of our money away again.
 
Man: And those bruises?
 
(The women nods)
 
Man: Well, look like you could you a night of fun then.
Woman: Are you serious?
 
Man: Dead serious. Some times, if you don’t blow some steams, you never really know who you’d blow on and it could be someone that totally didn’t deserve it, so what you do is focus on people that actually do deserve it.
 
Woman: What do you mean?
 
Man: I’ll show you, since you seem to have nothing better to do. After all, here you are thinking about is death and death isn’t going anywhere, so what is the harm of having a little fun along the way?
 
Yes, I had a job to do, but who am I to let a fair maiden end her life so suddenly. She had her whole life ahead of her, but if she did die, she could had atleast put in a good word for me to the big guy up stairs. I haven’t exactly been an angel. And you’ll find out in a moment.
 
 
10/14/16 6:17 PM – High Roller Apartment Complex, Las Vegas Nevada
 
(Scene changes to the man and woman walking inside the hall)
 
Woman:  What are we doing in here?
 
Man: Troll Hunting?
 
Woman: What the hell are you talking about?
 
Man: Oh, let me explain. I am kind of a mercenary. People hire me to do things from them. This ranges from retrieval, beating someone up, stealing something back, rescuing cats from trees, etc. Whatever floats my boat.
 
Woman: What? Are you crazy?! What are we about to do?!!
 
Man: Other than rescuing a cat, all of the above. Ssssh. We’re here. Apartment 702. Seven  floors, that would be pretty nice drop from the window.
 
Woman: Seven Floors?!!
 
Man: Why are you surprised, you were planning to jump off 12 floors. Now quiet. *knock knock* Hola!! SEXY MAIDS!!
 
(The man then kicks down the door, but little did they know, an elderly woman was standing behind the door. She falls over.)
 
Woman: Someone call the ambulance, and the cops!
 
Man: How was I so suppose to know?! My dossier didn’t say anything about trolls still living with their mothers?!!
 
Elderly Woman: Gerald, please help me. I’ve fallen and can’t get up!
 
Gerald: MOTHER?!!
 
Woman: Gerald?
 
Man: Not Gerald, Milfhunter86!
 
(Gerald attacks the man, but the man quickly knocks him down with a clothesline.)
 
Woman: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!
 
Man: Quiet. I’m working here.
 
(The man lifts Gerald by the collar and pushes him against the wall).
 
Man: Now, I’m going to ask you two questions. I let you go when I get the answer to one of them. The first one is, if I hold you over the window, how many seconds until your body goes splat on the concrete floor? Or you tell your dear mother there what you have been doing?
 
Gerald: I don’t know what you are talking about.
 
(The man punches him in a mouth and knocks a teeth out)
 
Man: Maybe I didn’t make it clear. When I said I’d let you go, I mean the both literally and metaphorically. If you don’t get what I mean, how about I drag you over by the window over there and hang you over there and we’ll see if I get the answer to question number 1. Now if you really want to know why I’m here, let’s just say, you sure spend a lot of time online messing with people.
 
Gerald: Ok! I’LL TALK! I’ve been hacking and stealing people’s account! I have been using them to blackmail them and getting things. I’M SORRY.
 
Man: Good, now hand over the computer, hard drive, every computer equipment you have.
 
 
10/14/16 6:45 PM – Apartment Complex
 
(The man is hauling away a ton of equipment. By the way, the elderly woman was rushed to her bed and an ambulance has been called. But none the less our “hero” and friend are seen walking away.)
 
Man: If anyone asks, she ran into the door. But don’t let me catch you doing this stuff again. Don’t think your hot shit because you know your way around a computer. I know people that can do that too!!
 
Woman: CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON AROUND HERE?!!
 
Man: LADY! That man child there, stole some private information online, and I was hired to track him down while I was in Vegas and take it all back.
 
Woman: This can’t be legal at all!
 
Man: I know people. I’m a celebrity, I can get away with everything.
 
Woman: Who are you?!!
 
Man: I’m a guy that does odd jobs for money. A MER-CEN-ARY!! I’m like a bounty hunter. I go to my target’s home, rough them up a bit, and finish the job.
 
Woman: You threatened to kill him?
 
Man: You know, it gets easier each time you do it?
 
Woman: Killing?
 
Man: What?!! No!! I’ve never killed a single person in my life. I meant hurting the elderly. She isn’t the first one I’ve hurt.
 
Woman: That really doesn’t help your case.
 
Man: Well, you’re not my lawyer now, are you? Now let’s go. I gotta go meet with the client.
 
 
10/14/16 – 7:15 PM – Suburban Vegas
 
(The man and woman arrive in a surburban neighborhood by motorcycle. They stop in front of a house.)
 
Woman: You do this for a living?
 
Man: Well, part time. I’ll be starting a new job soon.
 
(A young woman and her daughter come out of the house)
 
Man: There are my client. Well, here it is. All that private information back and equipment back. And here is a tape with his confession. Now promise me you guys will hand all this stuff over to the authority.
 
Mother: I can’t thank you enough for doing this.
 
Man: Now all that is left to talk about is the payment.
 
(The daughter hands over a container)
 
Man: And just like that, we are done. It was a pleasure doing business with you both, now I gotta drive this young lady home.  You both have a wonderful evening.
 
 
 
10/14/16 – 7:42 PM Roof top


(The man and the woman return to the roof top they were on earlier. This time, both of them are sitting on the ledge)
 
Woman: So what was in the container?
 
Man: Flaki.
 
Woman: Flaki?
 
Man: It’s a soup from Poland. That was all they can afford to pay.
 
Woman: You went through all that trouble for some soup? Why?
 
Man: Because it’s good soup? Maybe because I don’t like jerks that threaten to call immigration on them? Maybe because I like the kid for not treating me like a monster? Or maybe I just got bored? It really doesn’t matter, but a job is a job. In the end, all I can do is enjoy the spoils, and since you helped, though, not really, you can have some too.
 
(The man and woman split the flaki and continued to talk for the rest of the night.)
 
Man: So, why are you still with that man? Is it the bad boy image? Is he hung like a horse? Great in the sack? Great foot rubs?
 
Woman: Stop! The truth is, I’m scared. That maybe, I wouldn’t be able to make it on my own.
 
Man: That’s a stupid excuse. I’ve spent most of my career in situations where I am doomed to fail. But if one thing is certain, I have never ran away from a challenge. The truth is, people don’t like me. It’s hard to pin point on exactly why? Could be jealousy. Could be they just don’t like my personality? Or maybe they are afraid and just don’t understand. The only thing that is certain is if you work hard and continue to strive, you’ll get to a point where people won’t have a choice but to notice you. I’ve spent the last few years or so in hiding, it’s about time for me to take a step up. The truth is, there will be times where I stumble, but the greatest achievements are told with a comeback. By the way, I never got your name?
 
Woman: Danielle.
 
Man: Moongoose McQueen. At your service. You probably know me for the things I’ve done.
 
Danielle: ????
 
McQueen: Nevermind. Point is, you will now. Remember that name, because that will be the name that forever change your life.
 
Danielle: How so?
 
McQueen: Well, new buddy. You up for one more job?
 
 
10/14/16 – 9:12 PM- Another Apartment Complex

McQueen knocking on someone’s door: HOLA!! SEXY MAID!!
 
Danielle: What are you doing?!! This is my apartment?!!
 
McQueen: Yeah, there is real scumbag here that needs to be taught a lesson.
 
(McQueen kicks down the door and runs in and punches Danielle’s husband. McQueen slams him head first against the wall.)
 
Danielle: What are you doing?!!
 
McQueen: This is what I do. I make things happen. You see, you will never walk away if you let this man go unpunished. Now a man or woman chooses and a slave obeys. Which one are you?
 
(Danielle pauses for a moment, before going in to kick her husband in the gut)
 
McQueen: THAT’S THE SPIRIT!! Now go and pack your things. You’re leaving here tonight.
 
Danielle: Where are we going?
 
McQueen: No, this is where you are going. You see this. I can’t help you with this. But there are people that can. My job is to do the things that dirty my hands. These hands are covered in blood, sweat, and tears, both my preys and my own. But at this point there is nothing more these hands can do for you. There is a center within walking distance from here for women that have to deal with abuse and suicide. Go there, and start over.
 
(McQueen tosses her an envelope)
 
McQueen: There is some money in there. It’s probably better off with you than me gambling and losing it all.
 
(Moongoose and Danielle embrace as police sirens are heard)
 
McQueen: Well, this is my cue. Be sure to catch me on Friday nights on tv.
 
(McQueen throws his hands in the air and walks outside the door)
 
McQueen: DON’T SHOOT OFFICER, I’M A PREVILDGED WHITE PERSON!!
 
 
10/14/16- 11:36 PM – Police Station
 
McQueen: And that is what happened tonight, officer.
 
Officer: So let me get this straight? You were running on top of roofs like a mad man, where you met a woman, convinced her to join you as you went to hunt down a criminal, injured a poor defenseless young lady, and then assaulted that women’s husband?
 
McQueen: Yeah, that would be the tl;dr version of it all.
 
Officer: And why should we believe any of this is true?
 
McQueen: True Story, bros. But you can assume I’m just insane, but that won’t change the fact that officers just brought in two offenders of spouse abuse and cyber crime, and as a bonus, no dead body in front of the T-Mobile Arena, where EAW’s House of Glass will be taking place tomorrow night. You’re welcome.
 
Officer: .......?
 
McQueen: I’d like to call my lawyer please.
 
Well, there you have it guys. Moongoose “Odd Jobs” McQueen will be coming to EAW after a long hiatus from the wrestling industry. It’s about time I get back into the business while having a little business of my own on the side. I won’t get into that yet. That’s a story for another day. But let’s make a deal. Depending on your offer, you might get the hero or the demon. But be careful what you wish for, as you might get more than you can handle. That is the Moongoose McQueen guarantee.  

VOLTAGE IV: CLOSING IN.

“THIS IS THE END, KEELAN.  BEGIN FOR THE REVELATION OF PAIN AND FAILURE.  IT IS IMMINENT.”

(Nathan Fiora is seen talking to some high-class looking individuals.  Their gestures are very professional and are consuming top-quality alcoholic beverages.  The cameras pan out to Fiora who isn’t with Preacher Jamal or Rebecca Sawyer.)

IT’S A GAME.  

It’s gotta end like this, Keelan.  You try and try to be this confident individual but you keep falling into the palm of my hand.  What did you expect that Fiora Report did?  It pissed you off and hurt your feelings a little bit.  Meanwhile, I just sat here and listened to you blabbering for minutes about how you didn’t like what I said.  Here’s my question: why should I care about your opinion when you’re falling into the deep ocean?  You are slowly losing all your patience and sanity, which will be quite the advantage to me coming this Sunday.  You can insult my show, which served its very useful purpose, or insult me, but that doesn’t change the fact that you keep falling into my control.  I wanted you to respond like this; you didn’t have any other way to handle it.  My actions are strategized, so sometimes I may disappear for a bit, so you can get desperate and look around for me.  You need me to exist so I can make your name relevant and you know that.  Laugh all you want, but that’s the reality of the situation, isn’t it?  If I didn’t show up this Sunday, you’d have no one to face and you’d look like a fool for winning the title via count out.  Keelan Cetinich, you need me to succeed and I understand that.  The funny thing about that is that I’m also the reason you may fail.  All this work that you’ve put into your wrestling career since you came out of retirement has been impressive, but you know that I can just end it all with a simple count to three.  Am I lying about this?  You will probably say no.  Actually, let me pretend that I’m Keelan Cetinich!  You’d say, “I will beat this excuse of a Hardcore Champion and STD filled goons to win the title because it’s my DESTINY!  Am I making you proud, mama?  I hope I am!”.  Is this low enough?  Am I supposed to feel bad that I’m this huge bad guy now?  Why should I care about what a joke says?  This is who I really am and if some insignificant termite like you wants to complain, go ahead.  I don’t give two shits if you are offended or bitch about it on Twitter; go ahead, you have my blessing.  Do you have any idea of what goes on EAW?  This is the Wild West of wrestling, son.  People say whatever they want and you have to hit harder, unless you’re a bitch, which you are.  You’re a hypocrite, Keelan.  You call me a child yet you’re the one who began to crack the jokes, but hey, who am I to judge?  Wait, I can judge because I am THE HARDCORE GOD.  I get what I want because I’m just that damn good at what I do.  People like me can make whatever jokes they want because they’ve accomplished what they’ve wanted to.  Tell me, Keelan: Where’s the match where you’ve defeated former world champions and current title holders?  Where?  Where?  Where?  THEY’RE NOWHERE.  Your insults to me don’t even hit anywhere because you’re just a nuisance to me.  That’s why I’m taking my time to respond to you; I’m not in some sort of rush to put out shitty content like you are.  I say what I need to say and if I don’t think something is good enough to respond to, I won’t say anything.  You’ll call bullshit, but am I wrong?  You’re talking out of your ass at this point to get something out of me.  Do you want to see me pissed off?  You won’t see that because you’re simply trying too hard to be a badass.  This is my game and you’re continuing to fall into whatever I say.  I’m the cardkeeper and you’re the clueless player.  You pretend that you understand what I’m trying to do, but you’re slowly losing your mind.  

(Fiora takes a sip of a drink and stretches a little bit.  He is laughing to himself about something.  Nathan removes part of his jacket and rolls up his sleeves.)

SUCCESS IS NOT YOUR BUSINESS. 

My stellar success is the painfully obvious thing you’re trying to point out?  That’s not what you were saying earlier, kid.  If I remember clearly, you just said that I was a joke of champion and had no reason to be here.  Hypocrisy much?  Do you need a refresher of what that means, Keelan?  Because it seems like you’re on some drug or need to get some rest.  Yes, I have worked my ass off to be where I am today.  Stop pretending like I’m some bad guy who has done nothing to earn this title.  You’ve seen me in this ring; you know that I’m the most talented performer you’ve ever seen.  I didn’t cheat to win this title and I’ve held this title as my gem, the crowning achievement of my work here in EAW and around the world.  So how do you not agree with my success?  What, is there a book where the steps to success are pointed out?  You just keep putting yourself in the seat of honorary idiots.  Oh, is my self-love a new thing that nobody has ever heard before?  If anything, I embrace that I love myself and what I do.  I am the embodiment of egotistical, but I back it up every single night that I go out there in the ring.  Nathan Fiora has every single reason to believe that he is all the hype he is.  You’re damn right about everything that you’ve said about my arrogance.  My question is what about yours?  I see that you’re running around your own self-love, but you’re trying to be Superman.  Confidence is believing in one’s self, but with many comments implying how you deserve this more than anyone shows me that you have quite the ego.  Come with this “confidence” this Sunday and well, get ready to get that knee destroyed by me.  This isn’t a threat or a joke; it’s going to happen.  You won’t be able to even walk after I’m done with you and hell, maybe I’ll make you tap out.  Your knee seems pretty weak already, so I can just end its misery on Voltage.  There’s a point where I don’t give a fuck about what you’re saying because you have nothing else to spew besides this being your destiny.  I’m going to be the next CEO of Apple, everyone; that’s my destiny!  I’m going to space and find out that aliens exist!  You see my point?  You’re spewing trash from your mouth and it’s cute.  You are injured and I don’t care if you’ve done the same before.  This is a match against the best Hardcore wrestler in EAW.  You will not know what to expect because I am simply unpredictable.  I’m not trying to twist anything, child.  Your fans and friends will eventually turn on you and it may not even be your fault.  That’s human nature, sadly.  We all pretend to be friends forever, but we’ll turn on each other when the time is right.  No one is really “real” anymore and trust me, I would know.  Like I said, I used to be like you, Keelan.  I loved everyone and they loved me back, but they went off to the next guy who had all the hype and potential to be the future.  I’ve said it time and time again; you must have faith in yourself and not expect these imbeciles to support you.  Here’s  a funny story: Rebecca Sawyer isn’t an STD filled person or possessed whore.  She’s been here since the beginning of my career.  When I had no hope, she gave me a reason to fight and fight when no one else believed in me.  She has always had my back and I will appreciate her for that.  So keep making these tiring jokes about how Rebecca is just a useless sidepiece; you never get anything anyways.  A real champion?  What is a real champion, Keelan?  Is your opinion the only one that matters?  Figures.  A real champion is whatever the champion is, Keelan.  Every champion is different and doesn’t need to be as vanilla and cheesy as you say it.  I’ve been observing you and seeing what you’re really capable of.  We make money by giving little hints to the people of what to expect during our match.  It’d be stupid to fight now.  I’ll tell you everything straight to your face; I’m not afraid of anything or anyone.  You’ve seen me go face to face and say everything I want to all my opponents.  You just need to be patient.  Look, my “bullshit” isn’t as bad as the lies that you tell yourself.  I’m simply waiting for you to be at one hundred- oh wait, you’re going to be a shell of your former self.  Let’s see how much hop you got because that knee if yours will give up on you time and time again.  How injured is your knee, Keelan?  Are you able to wrestle a good match without a fundamental part of your body?  That’s the question of the night, or week, or maybe even month.  So when I wake up on Monday, I will have my title and my women around me.  You on the other hand, will be crying all night about how you couldn’t get the title and that you can do it if you got another shot at the title.  I’m expecting that to be a reoccurring theme with you.  

(Nathan grabs one of the men by the shoulder and pulls off a devastating backbreaker, leaving the man twitching and in pain.  The party continues as some of the paramedics help out the man.  Fiora laughs as the man is taken into an ambulance.)

WHAT NOW?  

Now we wait.  We wait until Sunday to witness the fate of Keelan.  This man has everything to lose yet he’s pretending that the same applies for me.  No, no, I’m not a dumb shit like you, Cetinich.  I’m not hiding from you.  I wanted to see how desperate you’re getting for my attention.  Your biggest desire is that I consider you a legitimate threat, but you continue to fall more and more.  I never have stated that you’re going to be an easy opponent because you’ve brought everything you’ve got.  You will fight your biggest fight, but just know that you aren’t even close to where I’m at.  Aw, c’mon!  Are you giving the real champion talk again?  Tell me that I just didn’t see that AGAIN!  Keelan, please.  If you’re going to call me out for not responding to you, please come up with something that is actually worth my damn time.  I am a busy man on TV and in the ring.  I don’t need your little repeated rants about things that I’ve heard a million times.  Make all the smart comments about me that you want, but at the end of the day, you won’t succeed at all.  Claim the attention of everyone, Keelan.  That’s what you want.  You knew that I’d respond, but you kept craving the attention and decided to keep putting my name in your mouth.

(Nathan yawns.)

Like I said, say something worth my time.  This is literally a rehash of every other Keelan response ever.  Jesus.  Am I supposed to reply with it with the same response?  NO.  Why would I fall under this circle of repetition?  You’re the most desperate man that I’ve ever seen, Keelan.  This “call out” is basically rephrasing everything that you’ve said all week.  I’ll respond the next time if you actually bring something new to the table.  This is sick.  I can be going up someone who actually wants to fight and bring new arguments.  Get offended, I don't care.  You make me want to puke.  Now get out of my face. 

THIS IS IT.  YOU’RE DONE.  THE DESPERATION CONSUMES YOU.

(The cameraman is pushed by Nathan who begins to walk away, with his Hardcore title in hand.  The scene fades to pitch black.) 

Debut 10/22/2016 Saturday Night Showdown


"The Sokaiya" Yusuke Toriyama-Sama vs Cody Marshall


“Bad Mother Fucker right here."

"The Sokaiya" ¥u$uke Toriyama-$ama has once again taken the VIP Room of "Club Lethal" HOSTAGE! Bad Bitches and fucking problems smooze around each other amongst a lavish array of powdered glass tables and pheromone drenched leather sofas. Everything that's going on in the club is against the law, and nobody is going to tell or the place gets burnt down to the ground.


Mel Davzer, industry insider and Pro Wrestling interviewer makes his way through shifty security and an entourage of make shift body guards, goons, and strippers on the payroll. Subtle head nods and waves of the arm carry Davzer to his destination. At the door of the VIP lounge, a Carmel topless dancer with lime green pasties and matching lip stick and eyeshadow, embrace Davzer and pulls him in the door.She grabs on to him, pressing herself against him, rubbing up his leg and chest. She pulls away after placing her palm over his torso and his neck.


"No wire. No Phone. Toriyama-Sama will supply you with what you want, what you need.“

She places her hand on his back and physically guides him to forward with no further interest in Davzer past her job. He finds the back of Toriyama's head laying against a sofa facing a glass one-way mirror to "Club Lethal's” Dance Floor. The music is muffled. Debaucheries, chemically charged, wet, popping sounds can be heard as Davzer approaches the sofa. His advance is cut short by Toriyama-Sama holding up his hand in the air while his elbow rests on the head of the sofa. His arm then dispenses down as if he is grabbing a Basketball. The moment of silence in the room and stillness from Davzer is broke by desperate gasps and panting. Toriyama-Sama's arm once again rests on the couch headrest as a young woman raises herself from in front of the Couch with Mascara Tears running down her face.


"Thank You, Sama." She says as she lifts back down and removes what looks like a U.S. Bill and places it in her cleavage.

Toriyama's arm lifts back up, his fingers motion Davzer to come forward.
Davzer can only assume what he saw, and doesn't particularly investigate his surroundings. He is just here to get his piece and get out in One Piece, without any knowledge to be asked of him by any authority or overly curious person.
A glass table with a candy bowel full of Blood Red Inked $100 Bills, a razor blade, and a small smartphone are on the table. A black, steal, foldable, chair is opposite the Couch from Toriyama-Sama.

"Sit and use the phone to record. Tell me when you are ready."

Mel grabs the phone and looks through the interface to find the camera options as he noticed Toriyama-Sama adjusting himself through his peripheral vision.

"Ready when you are." Mel States, giving him time to get "decent".

"Go." A commanding voice calls to Davzer.

"This is Mel Davzer, at a undisclosed location with EAW”s new acquisition to Saturday Night Showdown, Yusuke Toriyama. Toriyama-Sama has... graced me with an interview about his debut match on Showdown against Cody Marshall.”

Toriyama-Sama sniffs and takes a quick drink a Voss water bottle.

“It's nothing personal. It's no big deal."

Mel looks intrigued. "No Big Deal? James Knight and Yusuke Toriyama of “Fear and Loathing in Roppongi” walk into EAW, you debut against Cody Marshall and it is just… no big deal?"

Toriyama-Sama Inhales and speaks.

"It is a great business opportunity... somebody is walking out the winner. Maybe it is me, maybe somebody won't be walking out at all. You get what I mean?"

Toriyama-Sama gets a good chuckle thinking of the mental image.

"The Twenty second at “Saturday Night Showdown”, “The Sokaiya" will be there to collect... somebody will be paying in BLOOD! ‘$ign or Peri$h’ is the motto."

 
What? Nothing to say?


Is it because you know that deep down inside you Nate, that you know that I am telling the truth? I think you’ve finally realized that it’s time to stop hiding behind this façade. To stop hiding behind this fake person that you’ve created for yourself – this cocky asshole that thinks he’s better than everybody around him. Does your asshole get jealous of how much shit comes out of your mouth, boy? You could not be more faker. Nathan, a true champion fights the big fight, and doesn’t take shortcuts. A real champion doesn’t take easy ways out just to keep that title around their waist. You can continue to say whatever you want about me, because you know that none of it is true, and all of it is now just thoughts and processes you’ve built up for yourself to make you look better than I am. I am not egotistical, just confident – I’ve said it before. But I believe that deep down inside my heart and soul that I am better than you, Nate. I’m a veteran of this sport, and maybe you are too. But the fact that the matter is I am one that wants to do all the hard work. I don’t want to take shortcuts, or take easy ways out, to make it quicker for me to get my success. I’ve been out of retirement for four years, and when I wanted to return to the ring, I put my blood, sweat and tears into the gym to get back into a decent-enough physical shape to be able to return to the ring … and look at where I am now. I am on the main event of EAW’s A-grade show, Sunday Night Voltage! Let me say that again – THE MAIN EVENT!! And apart from that, I am contending for one of the show’s biggest championships, the Hardcore Title. Hardcore is where my success began in my early years, and when my career is all said and done and when I hang my wrestling boots up, hardcore is what I’ll be remembered for too. I am not going to let you defeat me this Sunday, and I am not going to let your stupid fucking friends get involved either. I will do absolutely anything possible to keep your shoulders on the mat for the count of three, because there is no way I am not leaving Voltage without that Hardcore Championship on my shoulder. This is my time, my destiny – my one-way ticket to get back to the spotlight, and pick up where I left off four years ago. I am not going to let any roadblock or any obstacle stand in my way from my road to glory. It’s in my blood – hardcore is IN my blood. Make me bleed Nate and you’ll see what I mean. This is where you get off Nathan Fiora. Your success train stops at the next station, so get off at the next stop because once you do, your career will mean absolutely nothing and you will be exposed for the fake, ridiculous excuse for a champion that you are.



The Hannibal Lecter of Hardcore is coming this Sunday… so tell me that you are ready, and I will remind you why you're not.