Remember Nathan....

I am no bitch to EAW management. I AM EAW Management.

I'm a bitchmaker though. Fall in line, do your fucking job or your career may be tragically cut short. I'm not a wrestler anymore but there are plenty of ways to make your life a living hell on earth for you.

Remember that before you start to pop off about things you really aren't qualified to talk about, such as my career.

Now, Do your best and help Voltage win....like a good boy.

IT’S NOT OVER – The home plate has been stolen and all Team Crash screams in Tiberius We Trust! Yes, trust in Tiberius!

…………CITIUS ALTIUS FORTIUS TIBERIUS!


Let Tiberius address Ryan, of house Marxist, it is always of your kind to indulge in tomfoolery when it comes to the dire inability of being able to judge any value of who are the producers in the world and who are the parasites living off the workforce building a nation. Were you asleep? You come out here accusing Tiberius of being silent for so long? Tiberius had spoken as many times as you have, which is more than most of your teammates, and now this makes more than you, if you believe silence means Tiberius is insecure, than your entire team must be made up of prepubescent boys who have nothing but schoolyard insults to throw so no one confronts them on the play ground……..Perhaps you are on to something.

Unfortunately for you, we are not children, and it has not been lost on Tiberius that you are a mere bench warmer who only got put in the game because the star athlete of your team was taken of the roster permanently for his conduct off the field. You speak of someone crawling out of obscurity while pointing your finger? You make Tiberius chuckle, were you even going to be able to appear at Territorial Invasion if not for this tragic mismanagement of your team? Tiberius thinks that you’d be spending your timing adding entries to your diary about how your fragile emotions got hurt when no one noticed that you did not have equality with the rest of us performing, and how the system needed to propel to our level. Remember Marxist, your rise is due only to the incompetence of Team Ryder, the way you got into the main event will be the same way that you lose, sheer ineptitude by those around you. See Marxist, you are not that bad, a bit bland, but for sure a driven competitor with a future ahead of him, but you are not surrounded by people that can make use of your skills and mentor you in the right direction, they have no eye for talent and chemistry, that is why they needed a replacement in the first place due to their error in judgement. Tiberius weeps, how could it be that a fruit must be picked long before it is ripe? You could have been a profitable man to pick pocket in the future, but here in a dark alley you never should have entered you will be mugged without so much of a dime to your name. Makes Tiberius sick.

Sick, Ryder, sick. While there is no surprise that you refuse to be held accountable for endangering your teammates with your lack of leadership skill, Tiberius is shocked by whatever illness that has taken away your memory. It was not long ago since last you spoke of how Tiberius should not speak negatively towards you in case you came out the victor in our past one on one contest, and even then it was hypocritical considering you had no problem slandering Tiberius, but even after your defeat you have the nerve to try to belittle the man that defeated you? Under your logic, if Tiberius has so many problems and doesn’t cut it in this industry, what does it mean when Tiberius has bested you, and everyone else he has faced on Showdown? Tiberius rarely brings up his record, but the fact remains that Tiberius has not lost since being signed to Showdown, so if Tiberius is nothing without Drake, a man who has not been here since Tiberius arrived on this brand, what does that make the rest of you? Perhaps Drake needs to return and carry the entire Showdown roster, for if Tiberius cannot make it without him, no one can. In the end, this is a waste of brain power, Tiberius knows there is nothing to be gained from entertaining the ramblings of someone completely out of his element, there is only pity, pity for those who have been dragged into your mess.

But they must fall, fall with you. For when destruction comes, it comes for all. As once was told a tale by one who claimed to see the lord.

“

I saw the Lord standing by the altar, and he said:



See, sometimes the powerful must be cruel, as evidence be the “lord”, so that future generations know their place. And so shall Team Ryder have every man suffer, for anyone who challenges their betters must be brought to the sword for their sin, and allow others to take their place with a greater understanding of what it means to live a life of virtue beneath “the lord”. Do you not see? Look at the shambles of what occurs when you ignore the virtue of bowing to your superiors. Lioncross lives in a constant life of flux, never sure as to what is his purpose and how to accomplish his life’s work. His tales are always aimless, and more so without ambition. How often does he speak with passion about anything? His is the saddest, and most tiresome, existence. All that awaits him is repeated, it is no difference now then it was the last he met Tiberius,

CITIUS ALTIUS FORTIUS TIBERIUS….TIBERIUS….TIBERIUS!!!!

TERRITORIAL INVASION II: STOP IT.

(The scene begins with the shadow of Nathan Fiora.  The shadow is shaking uncontrollably and the camera begins at the source of shaking.  Fiora, who is sitting on a chair, is furious and unhinged.  He grabs the chairs and hits different walls in the room that he’s in.  His facial expressions show his maniacy and there are many bags on his eyes.  Preacher Jamal and Rebecca Sawyer are standing next to him, smiling at the camera.)


STOP IT.  JUST STOP THIS.  I AM SICK OF THIS.  FUCK THE DOUBTS AND FUCK THE WORLD.

Here’s a message to everyone who’s spoken about me: Fuck you.  Who the hell do you think you are?  It’s a shame really.  People have always looked at me as some kind of joke.  They believe that I’m “hot shit”, but look at the gold around my shoulder.  I’ve proven that I am the best out of the bunch; that I’m the most watchable man in wrestling history.  That isn’t just a phrase to me; it’s a way of living.  For years, I’ve been in the indies, being looked as one of the most menacing and destructive people in history.  My past is one of the many reasons that I was able to join EAW and what I did to my past opponents is never recognized.  Maybe it’s because I’m some indie darling that needs to be humbled, but maybe it’s the fact that I’m just good enough to be silenced by the higher-ups of this forsaken company.  I have left people with gashes on their bodies, with 3rd degree burns and in vegetable states.  Go on the internet; you’ll see that I’m not talking out of my ass.  I’ve shown a little bit of that in my first three months here, but Team Dynasty and MY team are apparently not impressed.  NOT IMPRESSED?  They think of me like some sort of arrogant chump that can’t back himself up in the ring.  No, no, no you incompetent fools.  Have you been watching what I’ve been doing in that ring since I got here?  I’ve had one of the biggest rises in EAW history and I find it ironic that they veterans are trying to piss on all of my accomplishments.  That won’t do.  I didn’t need a television on my side to prove that I am the greatest; I just go out there and do it.  My body will go through any kind of damage to win.  So keep notes, you artifacts; this isn’t some sort of game where I can’t back up my claims.  I’m a force to be reckoned with and at Territorial Invasion, I will assert what I can do in this ring.  I don’t need my team to do it; I will do it by myself.  These old mens’ propaganda and intentions are the SAME OLD SHIT.  Who here wants to see any of these people win a world title opportunity?  We’ve been there and we have done that before.  I am the man that can burst a flame of excitement into this boring and stale company.  If you haven’t noticed, Voltage has become THE show to watch because of yours truly.  What I do is make sure that I catch your eyes; it makes you want to watch more and more every week that you come back.  I am a wrestler who’s talented in all categories and I do what I want to.  I do all of this yet I continue to get screwed by the authority figures and the people who are up these people’s asses.  Yeah, you don’t have to lie about that.  You can be the “good” guy and pretend that you’re not kissing up these figures, but the sad reality is that you’re the establishment.  Men like Y2Impact, Devan Dubian and Xavier Williams are trying so hard to bury me into the ground, but no no, you brutes.  Do you think that I’m someone who stays quiet?  Look at my eyes when I answer this question; it’s a hell no.  You old timers can keep going with this campaign of trying to convince everyone that I’m some rookie that will become a nobody.  You people come and go, but I’ve been here, 24/7, working my ass off, proving all of you imbeciles wrong.  That’s where the main events come in.  I’ve been up against the likes of Aren Mstislav, Diamond Cage and Y2Impact in my short run here in EAW.  Guess what?  These matches proved that I can step up to the big boys in this company.  I put on 5-star matches yet I’m relegated down to a nobody.  I am not a mid-card talent anymore, haha.  SO STOP TREATING ME LIKE IT.  THIS IS DISRESPECTFUL TO THE HARDCORE HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF ELITE ANSWERS WRESTLING.  LEARN YOUR PLACE AND GIVE ME THE RESPECT THAT I TRULY DESERVE FOR MY DEDICATION.  

(Nathan grabs his title and swings it around.  He runs towards the camera and stops, where his face is in front of it.  He begins to mumble for a few seconds.  He snaps back into reality and throws the title towards Preacher Jamal.)


They’ve been wrong...
They are wrong....
THEY WILL ALWAYS BE WRONG ABOUT ME. 
LOOK AT ME.  THEY WERE NEVER RIGHT. 

I wasn’t randomly picked to qualify this match; I was picked because I am one of the best performers in this brand.  Carlos Rosso knew that he needed to put his feelings away and pick the superior talents of this brand.  My question to Xavier Williams and Jamie O’Hara is this: Were you picked at first?  Oh!  Look at the results.  They came in as negative, meaning that both of you don’t mean as much as Christian Locke and that one other guy who no one cares about.  Even that guy was chosen over two former main event talents.  What happened to you?  Here’s what happened: You fell off the mountain and now you’re reduced to being back-up bitches to future talent.  Don’t believe me?  Look at the facts.  Carlos didn’t choose you to join the team because he wasn’t interested in you at all.  The funny thing is that Xavier thinks that I’m going to crumble after my failures but if anything, he’s followed his own curse.  I’ve failed in these past few months, but everyone has seen what I did with my failures.  I made them into victories and rose to the occasion.  I won the Hardcore title for God’s sake and I still can’t get the appreciation that I deserve.  MY team is not mine because of GM Rosso’s biased agenda against the fresh, young talent.  A talent who surpasses what Carlos has done throughout his career.  I make Carlos look like Marco Fedor; a talent thinks they can get it all done, but they’re surpassed by me.  I could do Carlos’ job better than him and I will have the better career, obviously.  Mr. Rosso has responded to my statement and has said the following: “I will give Nathan Fiora the platform if he respects me and is willing to cooperate”.  Woah, woah, woah, woah.  You decided to call everyone else great and pointed my name out like I’m some sort of scum to you.  If this isn’t evidence enough, I don’t know what it is.  People like Carlos Rosso are yes-men.  They kiss up to all authority because they can’t do anything better with their lives.  In Carlos’ case, he’s just EAW management’s bitch, but hey, he would know a thing or two about that.  He says he respects me, yet he doesn’t have the confidence in me to finish a god damn match.  I have been successful and I can do things on my own.  Basically, I don’t need some old timer to bring out his friends to help me when victory was oh so close.  These are all facts; take a look at what I’ve done and you’ll be freakin’ convinced about my skills and abilities.  My focus is to be best in this company and this the rest of this talentless world.  My first steps to make sure that happens is to defeat the pathetic Team Dynasty.  Look at these “A-show players”.  What have they done to truly prove themselves?  They can’t keep up with guys like me.  There is the weak Jacob Senn who doesn’t know what he’s saying.  He’s just like the rest of the people in this match; they’re looking for a second chance to make their dreams come true again.  Why should I be scared of a man who has lost all credibility and what made him spark?  He should be afraid of me and what I can do in that ring.  I have been here, looking for the biggest opportunity of my life.  I have everything to lose in this match; this is just a stroll in the park for you, Senn.  After you lose to me, you can go ahead and lose to Oasis again in surprising fashion.  Maybe we can even reenact this match, making you look like the biggest joke this company has ever seen.  Bring something that will redeem your worth because it can’t even be recycled into something better.  You’re simply trash that needs to go into a dumpster.  Your time has ended and you won’t cut it.  You’ll be an exact representation of your own brand; not good enough.  I’m not some joker who depends on laughs to get myself on top.  If you’re looking for a talent like that, look no further than TLA himself.  Look at this joke.  What has he proved in the last week?  Oh, that he has some threats and he’s going to beat me up.  Boohoo.  I’m so so scared.  Are you going to throw burritos and say bad things to me.  Well, puto; go ahead.  Bring out your knives; bring out the guns; bring out your gangs; I am the face of Hardcore and I am not afraid of you or anyone else.  So how about you get the balls to say all of this bullshit to my face and see how fast I lay you out for the count of three.  You may not know who the hell I am, but know this; I am damn good at what I do in this ring.  Trust me; you don’t want to be in the ring with someone who’s willing to kill just to win.  I may not be a “team player” but then again, why be one?  These “team” members will be my opponents after I take the victory for Team Voltage.  There is no need to be buddy-buddy with people who will quickly stab my back.  That’s why I am alone and I do what I need to do.  I don’t say that I’m your friend and I don’t say I’m your enemy; I just kick your ass because it’s fun as hell.  You can say that I’ll screw up things and my fanboys will get mad, but then again, who the hell cares?  Fuck these people.  They don’t appreciate true talent and they’d rather look for a one-hit wonder promo man like TLA.  Feel that.  

(Fiora looks at a painting on one of the walls in the room that he’s in.  It shows The Mighty Don’t Kneel, in victory and success.  Nathan grabs a hammer lying on the ground and begins to strike the wall.  He quickly breaks many parts of the wall and is tired by the end of the process.  His hair is now all over the place and his eyes are twitching.  It appears as if Nathan Fiora is about to snap.)


There will be doubts….
There will be hate….
There will be PAIN.

Then comes my own team and their doubts about me.  Look The Mighty Don’t Kneel; you don’t know anything about me.  I’ve been watching you two and I’m slightly impressed.  Notice the slightly.  What I’m going to say to you two is that I am going to rise to the occasion.  I don’t need you two veterans telling me what to do; I know what to do.  I’ve been in this business for enough time to know what to do in high-profile match situations.  It doesn’t matter if they were in the indies, a backyard, your mom’s room or anywhere else.  The point is that you two want to keep treating me like some child and that’s where your mistake has been made.  The mistake is underestimating me.  You don’t think that I’ll do anything just to make sure that I get that opportunity.  I am willing to super kick both of you just to prove my point.  Jamie O’Hara.  Look.  I’m not a secondary talent.  I think you’ve just been too low in the card to understand that I’m in a better position than you.  Your time has passed and that’s why you’ve relegated yourself to hold the least significant title of the company.  A title that is defended against randomly made up teams; totally prestigious, right?  Look at the Hardcore title.  I’ve slowly made the Voltage brand into the most hardcore.  In order to claim that title, you have to have the balls to bleed and fight until the very end.  You call me a secondary talent but if you haven’t noticed, I’m blending into the main event.  I don’t need to be hand-held to be in there; I’m just doing my best every week and getting what I DESERVE.  But hey, let your jealousy shine, Jamie.  You called Nasir Capitani a secondary talent and look where he’s at.  Oh yeah; he’s about to be world champion while you’re a chump of a champion with your little friend.  You complained and complained; then you fell out of spectrum.  I lose too, trust me.  What I do is not to bitch; I just go out there and get what I want in any way that I can get it.  That’s why I’m better than you and higher than you in this show.  Don’t be mistaken by your misconceptions; no one really cares if you watch my caliber of talent.  You will be getting a free, front-row pass to what I can do at Territorial Invasion.  I might even slap that Mr. Clean head of yours into place to understand that I am a once in a lifetime talent.  Your partner Xavier Williams will understand that too.  To address your concerns, Xav, I know what I’m going to do when I lose this title.  After I lose this title, I’ll be moving up to the EAW Title.  I won’t be wasting any time to do it, either.  There will be no time to feel bad about my loss nor will I care; that title will not be useful to me at that point.  My true mission is to be the best, and in order to be the best, you’ve gotta be at the top of of this mountain.  Right now I’m in the top of the Hardcore division and I am now seamlessly making the transition to being a main event star.  Hell, I’ll be better than you because I will not accept a loss as my downfall.  You lost to Mr. DEDEDE and then you fell.  Isn’t it hypocritical of you to say that all of this when you’re in a worse condition than anyone else in this match?  Let me answer that question for you.  Yes, you are a fucking hypocrite.  All of you old-timers keep looking for excuses to make sure that I don’t surpass you.  Too bad, though.  My legacy is already being cemented.  This weekend will be the culmination of the hate I have for every single man in this match.  I don’t care who you may be or what you’ve done; I just don’t like you.  I AM SICK OF THE LACK OF RESPECT FROM EVERYONE.  EVERYONE SHOULD KNOW WHO THEIR CHAMPION IS.  I AM THE FUTURE, THE ALPHA AND OMEGA.  It’s about time you learn the truth.  It’s absolute; not an estimate.  This is it.  You will not see what is coming.  

MY LEGACY IS BEGINNING…
YOURS IS OVER...
YOU WILL ALL BE DETHRONED.

(Nathan begins to swing the hammer he used earlier across the room.  The camera gets a glimpse of Fiora’s facial expression.  It’s almost happy, but the twitching brings a topping of troubled to it.  Nate hits the camera with his hammer and the camera is static-y.  The scene fades as Nathan is seen sitting on the ground, laughing to himself with the Hardcore title.)

IT’S OVER.

Ladies and gentlemen, the stage has officially brokered upon the point of no return. For when Lannister begun this inception, declaring that the eagle has landed - it has become the realization that instead, you came to see that Lannister is as he was, that he always will be. Ladies and gentlemen, for your hero has returned. And the ramifications of this justification will shimmer through the courses of surveillance at Territorial Invasion. Lannister has been labeled, Lannister has been targeted - but how none of these claims could shimmer down Lannister's spine. The beast that could not be tamed - the storm that has relentlessly made its way. And to those that failed to heed these warnings that the forecasts spoke of - how you have become the subject of this illusive game that now resides in the hands of fate. Lannister can see it now, the continuous disregard for the forces at will. It has become the type of jest that Lannister has come to expect - as Matt Ryder and his false idols have continuously made a link to the man they see today, and the confidence that resides within. Linking Lannister's confidence, Lannister's claim, to that of subjectivity and fraudulent. Let Lannister be clear - there is nothing  subjective about it. Lannister is who he is - he has maintained this all the while. While Lannister's opponents would rather have their way with words - or offer the tale of change, it is the lion that stands true. In an ever so changing world, a lion has always been the king of the jungle. Why should Lannister act to be a gazelle or a stag, when he has already embraced what he is perfectly suited to be. Lannister will leave the winds of change to the opposition, as that is the only gust they can cling to brew. Just remember not to be so quick to judge the lion - when you would be so quick to jump in his shoes.

Which leads Lannister to you first and foremost, false leader. Ryder, it is nice to see that your sights have horizon upon the one that's true, but you can leave the complimentary works to another's desire. Because the time has come for you to face the door in which you've repetitively knocked. We get the world we deserve, Matt Ryder - and how your ineptitude of leadership qualities and continuous demeaning town has bottomed your world. Those that suckle the reigns, fail to captivate at the time of war. While your sense of entitlement has been caught at a tone, it appears you are still a slave to the manipulation at work. There is not much more that Lannister can discuss with you at length about, but do come to know that conscience comes with a cost. And while you have judged your chances fairly, bad habits... you haven't broken one yet. You still dare to tempt Lannister when he has proven every turn a fallacy on voiding words. You could not hope to strike Lannister, even when he found himself at his most vulnerable state of mind. There is no hope that remains, now that the battle lines have crossed. You are a formidable opponent, Ryder - but you are hardly deserving of the world you aspire. Lannister has made a fool out of you every direction in which you would arise - what makes you think War Games will serve as a different path? It is quite the dilemma, isn't it, when you can see the reflection of your own limits by just looking across at the one they deem the Angel of Debt? But that's exactly what your calling has succumb to now. You may see Lannister as the stature that requires, the one-man army that Lannister represents, the unquestioned leader. But do know, Lannister never sold his words out to match the narrative - and you still serve as a pawn to the battlefield. And it only took Lannister for you to realize, that this is much larger than the stake of your vendetta against Zack Crash. Because when war comes calling, it's the name Lannister that the likes of you come to fear. For now, you may bask in your salvation - but come Territorial Invasion - let these games finally begin.

But you are not alone, in your stature - as you have surrounded yourself with those that masquerade as prey. Chris Elite, for once more, Lannister is not set on the value of your sensation of fear. Lannister does not embark in it, Lannister does not savor it. It is only the weight of your anchor, and the urgency of your white flag that Lannister desires. You may consider yourself a changed man because of the gold strapped to your waist, but if anybody knows the weight in gold, it's the man set before you today. And there is nothing more worthless than the material in which you hold dear, trying to perceive as if it has transformed your stature. Chris Elite, your basic qualms do not even dare pierce the skin of the lion you pend to irate. The blind courage is on display, but for that you deserve not admiration, but rather disgust. Bravery may fit the criteria of your basic needs, but to Lannister it serves as no yielding doom. That championship has clouded your judgment of mind, and for that - you must come to meet your maker. It is not the material that resides, but what trips inside - that defines who you are, Elite. And when Lannister looks at you, he sees a displaced figure in a haunted situation, masquerading as if he belongs. This is not Halloween, and this is not your trick or treat. The only trick that you have played is portraying this a treat, when Lannister is the will that can single-handily take the might of your allies to their impending cascade. You might be the face of new breed, but you've never seen a breeding combination like this before. Lannister isn't usually the one made to make assumptions, but he has come to thrive on the prophecies he rode before. Lannister could try to get cute, and fluff up his argument with words, the same way that you do - but Lannister thinks the cut and dry method is perfect for the situation at hand, instead: You have been lead astray. By yourself, by following the lead of a follower. It seems you have all reigned to multiply, but how the bell tends to toll when catching the sight of an instinctual predator. Some are meant to live as kings and bask in the riches of the spoils. Others, meant to sit the throne of their own content. And when Lannister is done with you, Chris Elite - you will no longer find salvation in that gold you've come to appreciate. Because Lannister will wire it for what it is - a false implication of your placement on the food chain. And ready or not, the king of the jungle has come.

How apparent it has become that there is indeed a fire in you, Marx - but how you like to play damage control with yourself, even as the highway winds its way down. No matter how compensated you feel for your decision to stand alone, for as the means of a man with no name, you will forever be shed in the same parallel universe with the company you keep. That you follow. But Ryan, how you've lead yourself astray, as no longer the necessity remains to mince one another's words. But here you are, talking up the sacred ground you walk, when the pavement remains wet. Through the footholds you carved, the cracks have come to peak. The proportional surplus you have stored trembles at the stake of these worth of desires. Perhaps a man that likes listening to stories and fables would gladly sit through your execution, like those that you call allies - but you have failed to shed the light on Lannister. But in this instance, your words have failed to strike true and hard.

When the reality of it is, Ryan - Lannister walks alone inside your state of mind. For Lannister knows your trade, Lannister breeds your brigade. You tempt to the idea that your beliefs are the world's hidden wonder, when really you stand still as Lannister's pawn. But the sensation feels so real this time, doesn't it? It has tricked your mind, a brain dance for the ages, as the sense of what you do, for once, actually cares to matter. But there's something for the rest of us to know, a concept you've hidden from the start. Where did you learn to lie to yourself, Marx? Deception in its prettiest depiction, being misled from the truthful eye. You proclaim to be the seer of truth - even proclaiming it as a source as to why generations will seek out your answers over the duration of time. Yet, this has obviously become a weight that you cannot bare. In order for you to "speak the truth for a long time", you actually have to get through some time, first. You continue to stumble upon your own words, serving as a walking contradiction. Playing fiddle to the narrative at hands, there is no fury of yours that could even entertain to wound Lannister at his core. The only substance being unleashed at your disposal was lost in the echo that sounds of your desperation. How, in the essence of time, the changing of your hands caught a moment of imbalance - and the precise clockwork that usually runs the sands, have betrayed you when you needed them most. Even right after proclaiming you have made no mistakes, the case of irony takes its course. Or is that just yet another "flaw" to you, false prophet? There is no singular flaw to be had here, as it just arises Lannister's growing suspensions. That you could never muster up to the ideals of your own perception.

But what is it, Lannister? What is it that Marx has struck untrue? Just look no further than the flawed logic that fell flat on its face. Lannister has told you time and time again, how perception can ever be so devious, such a lying tirade. But it appears that even men of Ryan Marx' intellectual fortitude can succumb to its devices. Why else would he contradict himself, proclaiming Lannister as the true leader, yet turning back around on his own source to suggest that Lannister plays second in command to Zack Crash's war? Which is it, oh enlightening one? Lannister is sure you're not used to such a party foul, but do come to know you were never dictating this pace on your own terms to begin with. You may have eclipsed long enough on what you deem true, but it is a matter of lies beneath now. Your twilight has long over-welcomed its stay - for the axis has lost the applicable bearings to shed this daunting light. You are a man of few words in the truth of it all - you just find different ways to spin your story. It is a story well spun, Lannister must admit - but hardly an original one. Definitely one Lannister has used to expense, himself. But at the end of the day, you just continuously spin in circles, ready to sound off anything that would even come close to representing an argument. But that is the flaw of your comfort - for what lies in between is shady. But no, don't think Lannister is just going to use one example as the means to why this rings true, for it digs deeper than that. Here you are, Ryan Marx - ever so willing to admit that you stand behind Matt Ryder, not wanting to play usurper to his throne, yet turn around and proclaim yourself not a pawn. In this world, you are what you are - and you are either the soldier playing pawn, or the monarch that dictates the battle on the terrain. Perhaps you just had a fault in logic, but either way, it is quite obvious that something is amiss. By just seeking individualism you are not playing pawn, so perhaps you would like to follow up on such simple concepts before choking on your own fables.

How your claims had not an ounce to merit to begin with, even if your fallacies are taken out of the equation. For Lannister need claim nothing - for the honor of "leader" has been bestowed upon him from the source of others. It appears all but Lioncross have come to the conclusion, much further than an imply, that Lannister is the leader at hand. And yes, including yourself. Or are to come to deny this as well, and further on your walls of contradiction to fit your facade? For warmonger, you lie - and cheat the establishment you built upon. Caught in a frenzy, you fired all the guns at once, hoping that any and all would catch fire. But while you live your life in the role as the rover, the wild storm has gust upon you. But that is just a testament to the desperation that boils inside, the volume is high and you caught the line of the static shock. For everything you accuse Lannister to be guilty of, Marx - how you are the one under verdict. This sound of truth that you imply, that you seek - it is the concept that molds the world around Lannister as is. Or is that simply the audacity in which you hold, aligning Lannister's confidence with that of a baseless cry. No, no - this is where history has betrayed YOU - for you have yet to be riddled in it. The reason you look at Lannister and proclaim leader - is because you know the battlecry he reckons, are those that can be deemed true. There was once upon a time that Jacob Senn and Devan Dubian linked Lannister's confidence to that of a falsehood, yet it was he that bore the crown of Elite. There was once upon a time that Jamie O'Hara felt he could conquer his demons, yet it was Lannister who once again had the hourglass at his hand. Lannister has engraved himself into the compliments of Ares Vendetta's skin, a forever awakening memory of what happens when a certain Lannister pays his debts. Yet, here you speak - seeing Lannister's claims as nothing more than gospel. Your claims are as clueless as your default of mind - and Lannister blames the void purpose you have always represented. 

Which at the end of the day, that is why you actually look forward to this encounter that is surely primed to leave you in only shame. This is your opportunistic time to leave a lasting footnote in this industry. However, it's just not the treasure you seek it out to be. And surely enough - this ride of deprivation and starvation has not molded you into a prophet, Ryan. But it's time to call it out for what it REALLY is - a feeble chance to take credit for Lannister's exposure. Your inspiration has rung authentic - but it will not last past the meeting of the one heralded true. This will not be a fable of yours, one that entails a righteous dislocation from the pecking order. You are preying in Lannister lands now - and there is not an acre of land that Lannister cannot cover. To you, there are only prisoners to the time. But to Lannister? There are only prisoners to HIS war, and by all accounts, you are nothing more than just a foot soldier in it. And just remember, Ryan - for what you hold dear, what you represent - Lannister already occupies. You are no pioneer in any sense of the word, and your desire to leave a mark, already secured by another source. You have no stone to turn, no lasting impression to make. You have chosen to follow... behind a man that is better suited to the role of following, himself.

But take solace into the frame that you are not isolated in this regard. For many on Team Ryder masquerade themselves in such a pretty disguise. But at the end of the day, everyone stays true to their nature. True to who they are. That's why Ryan Marx has accepted his role as the follower in Matt Ryder's war, not out of moral containment - but because he has the intellectual background to undertake the means of his limits. Everybody stays to who they are, even when the pawn perishes the queen - he is still the pawn. And just like in the game of chess, its the pawn that get capped quick. You may describe yourself as the slayer of kings - but how the soldiers of fortune never fulfill that dare to the seven seas of fate. The game is rigged, you see - and you, Ryan, find yourself on the wrong end of the fortune.

But the King?

THE KING STAYS THE KING.

And this is not your turf. And this is not your play. You are invading the King's war now. And at Territorial Invasion, you will to bask in your reality of being yet another face in the revolving door of men to take their shot at the king. Like a wolf that adores the moon when the clock strikes midnight, the vanguard of Lannister's hell is meant to unbound. And you, Marx - have earned your play on the King's chessboard. But you have failed to prove yourself keeps. The spoils that you seek, will cease to find the aspirations beyond the pages writ in that journal you keep. You claim win or lose, there is ascension from here on out, but how that is just the coping mechanism at play. To Lannister's liking, the hierarchy has made it to where Lannister is afforded the opportunity to deprive you from your worldly desires. You have forsaken the power that comes with the burden of Lannister serving as King, instead proclaiming it as Lannister's greatest expense of vulnerability. How you will come to see, at the end of the day, only power trumps power - and it is only Lannister that seems to have it in abundance. Lannister is not a godly man, but you will by all means be blood-soaked on that of a thankless crucifix. You shall serve as the sacrificial lamb, the one that the idols of humanity will come to sacrament. For this is the price for your careless error, and your lost breath. The time for weeping will be upon your house soon enough. For the sovereignty eventually gets its way - it's a matter of when. But well, in due time, in short notice of time, you will come to see, that some mistakes... you never stop paying for.

Because...

WHEN YOU COME AT THE KING, YOU BEST NOT MISS.

And well, you missed.

...You ALL missed.

And here we are. The final nail in the coffin. Twenty four hours away from the culmination of all of this. Twenty four hours away from the beginning of the end. So my final thoughts. My parting words. If I had to get anything left out. One last bit off my chest. Anything left on my mind. Whatever it is I have not said up to this point. This is the time. I speak now or forever hold my peace. And believe me, you all have realized over the past month or so now, I LOOOOOOOOVE to talk. Now Aren. You made some valid points. You were correct about many things you said. But wrong on such a fundamental level for certain other things. I don’t want to get ahead of myself but...it sickens me to death that you believe I would dare plagiarize anything from you and make it into my own, as well I am also disgusted by the fact that you would dare insinuate that I would ever use and manipulate these people’s emotions to get them into my corner for this big match. First of all Aren. When I said what I said out there that night I challenged you for the EAW Championship, the night all of this was set into motion, I had no intentions of being the voice for these people, these fans to speak through. I was just a man who was pissed off at this business and needed to clear my mind and get my thoughts out there. But these people loved every moment of what I did and chanted for more and more. And you know what they say, if it ain’t broke don’t fix it huh? The people want me to be who I am now, I will deliver and give them what they ask for. Because that is what this is all about Aren. Giving the people what they want. That’s why I said I wanted to make this cool, fun, and interesting again. It wasn’t for me. This is not just about me. This is for them first and foremost. This business was founded on the idea of giving the paying customer what they paid to see. And the fact is Aren, over ten thousand strong this weekend be it tomorrow or sunday paid a lot of money to see me knock you off of your throne and claim the proverbial brass ring for myself. The fact is Aren you told a great story about how you fought to reach the top and defied what most believed you were capable of. Unfortunately there are two issues with that. FIRST, you didn’t do it for anyone else in that locker room except yourself and you most certainly never did it for these people, making you a selfish prick like I have been saying. SECOND, the moment you won that title, you BECAME their man. As a matter a fact, the more and more you progressed here in EAW, the more and more you morphed into what “they” believe a world champion should be, and by they I don’t mean the fans, by they I mean the guys in suits calling the shots backstage. The big wigs if you would. The men that determine how the EAW Machine operates. And now look at you Aren. You have grown and transformed into what you fought against. What we vowed we’de never become. What I still refuse to become, yet you have. You are a man of the machine. A man of the system. You’re the champion that they want you to be. You’re not the same man who fought with such fire and passion just to get to this point. And I don’t know if it occurred to you or not Aren, but maybe the reason I achieved more in NEO was simply because I was better than you. Maybe because I gave more than you did. I put in more ergo I got out more. Just like today I give so much more for these people than you, that’s why they give me standing ovations from arena to arena as well as why the boo you to no end and tell you how much you suck all across the map. And most importantly, you’re not the man I met three years ago and started the wild ride with. Aren I never “played” the victim for your information. I am just a man with legitimate beef and a claim at an opportunity I never would have gotten if I didn’t speak out against the way things are run in Elite Answers Wrestling as well as those that call the shots in this company! No matter how many times I stole shows or...scratch that, HIJACKED shows or got every single member of this crowd on their feet singing along with me, it meant NOTHING! So I go out one night and speak my peace, clear my conscious, and now all of a sudden I am playing a victim? Aren I just wanted a shot at your title, and an opportunity to change this place. That is all. An opportunity to prove to the entire world why I am the BEST! WRESTLER! ALIVE! Inside of the ring and when I hold a microphone in my hands, just like I told you at the press conference. And like I told you, I do want Voin. I only want to face the best Aren. And I only want you at your absolute best. If that means you have to draw out that darker half of yourself. The evil side of you. The demonic side that men fear. The side of you that changes the careers of those that confront it for the rest of their days. Then so be it. Because when it comes to the best I belong, IN THAT MIX! You have a lot more in common with Ares Vendetta than you like to admit Aren. You’re both pampered little crybabies that expect the world to bow down to them and give them whatever it is that you demand. But also...just as Ares plays up to the idea of being special, of being different, of not being like those that have come before him...you do the exact same thing. You act as if you’re nothing like Jamie or Vic or Xavier or Impact. But you are. You proved that to me and the entire world the night you kicked me square in the jewels. You are not special by any means Aren. You’re just another golden son. A fortunate one. A chosen one. Meanwhile I am the outcast. I am the unsung hero. I am the man fighting for survival, but like I said I am not only going to survive against you, I am going to THRIVE! THAT’S WHAT’S POPPIN THO! My entire life. Everything in my professional life and personal life has led up to this moment. I can break so many ceilings in just the span of one night. I can overcome the biggest hurdle in my career in the form of Aren Mstislav. Finally win a championship in this company, something I am long overdue for and a world championship none the less. I can shut every single one of the doubters that call me a choke artist or someone that cracks under the pressure of a big fight feel up for good. And I can etch my name alongside the greats, men that are immortalized in history as world champions here in the land of the elites! In just one night I can achieve so much. After just one match I WILL achieve so much. My name...is Nasir Capitani. I finally have become the hero of my own story. This is my tale. I am a man who fights for justice and calls out corruption and greed at any turn. Most of all...since day one I have been Simply Spectacular.

How are you enjoying your excursion down memory lane so far?  Is it all you thought it would be and more -- reflecting on days when you were perceived as a threat and to some extent relevant -- but I’m afraid all good things must come to an end; and I’m not just speaking on the subject of recollection.  The hourglass has but dropped its final grain.  In less than twenty four hours your body will be succumbed to pressure, the likes of which you’d never experienced, beneath two tons of dirt and gravel.  I’ve even taken the liberty to prepare your coffin personally.  I can’t wait for you to see it; excuse the bad pun but…it’s to die for.

In the beginning of this over-extended monologue, you made the very argument I’ve been trying to hammer into your thick skull for the past month now.  We are nothing alike.  We may’ve had similarities in terms of attire, but I’m afraid that is the only similarity we share.  Now I’m aware of the fact that as we age parts of our mind become more and more like a bank vault.  We’ll encase important notes, numbers, imagery, passwords, ideas, etc. in there and find ourselves scrambling for the combination at a later date.  Thus resulting in memory loss -- short term or otherwise.  So I’ll be as tactful as possible in reminding you of the following…I wasn’t the one who drew the comparisons between us.  That was all you.  I personally would never soil my good name by placing it in the same category as yours.  You’re the one who was arrogant yet naïve enough to believe that I’d stole from you when, one, I’d been doing this years before the EAW even existed; two, I wouldn’t waste my time in replicating someone so disgraceful; and three, I didn’t even know you back then!

Though I do have a confession, one that I must admit, I take great satisfaction in watching every theory of yours crash and burn right before your very eyes.  It’s a guilty pleasure of mine really.  And I certainly hope you’ve gained some satisfaction from it as well, because you have officially fucked yourself.  I mean, turning on me to align yourself with the same guy who dragged your name through the dirt is one thing, but to be upset about something as small as an acceptance speech regarding a career you weren’t even here to witness and allowing your resentment for me to come to this ‘awkward backpedaling’ is another.  I still recall that night on Voltage well…vividly, in fact…when I put up a futile struggle with the dogs of the Sanatorium only to have you race from the back and come in for the save.  It was that night when I heard from you, that I would be inducted into the Hall of Fame; you didn’t even give Management the opportunity to call me first, you just blurted it out.  You seemed so happy for me.  You patted me on the back and told me how deserving I was…and now you’re insinuating that my induction was found upon the fact I’d been here for an extended period of time?  …  Wow.  Okay I realize that I’m no top contender for any World Championships or a member of the iconic G.O.A.T Circle, but let’s not get carried away.  I’ve held just about every Title there is making me a Grand Slam Champion; set and shattered records in terms of attendance, longevity of a single Title reign, opponents eliminated in a single Rampage bout, and amount of consecutive wins at yearly events; won practically every tournament there is to win minus the King of Elite; have had dozens of classic encounters with the likes of Dark Demon, Zack Crash, Diamond Cage, Moonlight Predator, Jaywalker, Norman Hellion, DEDEDE, Starr-Stan, and many more; in addition to being a model roster member -- one who never questions the decisions of the powers that be nor pouts over them.  I am the first through those doors and the last out of them every Friday Night as I always strive to maintain a profound level of professionalism -- something you obviously lost touch of a long time ago, along with your sanity if you think I don’t deserve to be in the Hall of Fame.  Furthermore, if people could be inducted all because of longevity, then where’s George Copeland’s ring?

While you pander that, allow me to give you this:


In celebration of the alleged victory you’ve sustained against CM Banks and the rest of the world in overcoming the odds in spite of every obstacle that was justifiably placed in front of you to hinder your progress; because heaven knows you won’t be getting one tomorrow night.  If your idea of hardships involves me making myself the enemy of every athlete and authority figure in EAW just so I can feel credible when I show up to a scolding crowd every week, then you’re right I haven’t experienced them.  But we’ve already established that you’re not in your right mind, so let me stop reflecting on your ideals.  I get that when you and maybe a few others look at me, all you see is the result of all my work and sacrifices, but what you don’t see is the work and the sacrifices themselves.  Every night on the road, a long way from home…every long crucial hour of training…every agonizing loss that I keep buried in the deepest corner of the closet…are what molded me to be great.  Contrary to what you may think, greatness doesn't just happen overnight.  And it’s a never ending process.  Work, work, and more work.  You work to get there and work to stay there.  Really explains why you’re no longer considered such.

You have really dug a hell of a grave for yourself brother; making yourself the enemy of the last individual you’d want standing across from you in the ring, now prepare to lie in it.  Do be sure to send John Alloy my regards.

 
 
 
 

Shut the fuck up.

Please Mr. DEDEDE, for once in your life. Just shut the fuck up. How many times must you verbally jerk yourself off? Stop with this ego filled drivel you spout out at every opponent, I’ve had enough of it, I’ve heard you say this same thing again and again. Like I pointed it out before, you always do the same song and dance, you just make some small alterations depending on the predicament! Every time you try and play it cool, you try to laugh off your opponent and talk down to them. You play up your character and begin to engross yourself in the role of God. The obvious threat in front of your face is somehow minimalized ; the credible opponent that you should be greatly preparing for becomes viewed at as nothing more than a mere mortal, an underling to you. Everything is just an obstacle for you to overcome, it’s never really in question in your head, any time someone that isn’t some five to six year EAW veteran with multiple world titles you write them off and treat it as a gift wrapped victory almost. It’s as if in that scrambled, desperately reaching mind of yours, you can barely be challenged, you can’t lose. You’re the untouchable EAW legend and any valid point that gets brought up is passed off as ignorance. Deep down in the back of your thoughts you can recognize the truth in my statements though. I can tell. Any time a nerve is struck it makes you go on the defensive. You have a great way of words, I’ll tell you that. You can make a damn good speech, you know how to tell a story and sell a Pay-Per-View match, but at the end of the day, those empty words, those dramatic, almost movie-like statements you make only serve to soothe the worries of your dim-witted followers and keep your image looking good. They have nothing behind them. No meaning. These sorry attempts at intimidation and belittling me do nothing. In fact, you have helped me head into this match even more confident than before.

You hide behind these spin meister versions of events, these over exaggerations, these tall tales you love to tell -- they are your go to, they are your way of getting the last laugh and avoiding having to accept any flaw. You have a lot of reasons to be cocky, I won’t deny that. You have carved a hell of a spot for yourself here in Elite Answers Wrestling, you’re a hall of famer AND Hall of Fame champion for a reason but when you get big headed, you leave yourself open for more mistakes. You get sloppier. You get comfortable. That is what you have succumb to. You have gotten comfortable, DEDEDE. Too comfortable. I know what you’re going to say though. You’re going to bring up how you apparently welcomed this fight. You wanted it! You needed it! You enjoy being made to bleed, the idea of being tested in such a way excites you, you like leaving your position of a God! -- That is what I meant when I made the point of “small alterations” You say you like the feeling of being human, you say that you like the idea of being able to leave your throne and face great danger, but be honest, do you really? Or is this just another approach of yours? Is this you creating another story to tell? You’ve set it all up, it’s the perfect scenario for you. “Mr. DEDEDE’s spot is in jeopardy!”, “this is his biggest fight yet!”, “DEDEDE has so many odds against him!” All leading up to a big come back, all leading up to the perfect ending of him taking out the beast that was looking to take over Dynasty. And then of course you can expect the “I told you so!” moment! The moment he’d be able to sit right back on his throne and call out that he is king, and do his usual shtick; talk about how his in ring work is like Picasso on the canvas, that he’s like Steph Curry in motion, it would be perfect! He’d rant until his heart’s content!

Come on now, I can not be the only one who realizes what’s happening can I? He didn’t see that blood pour on the mat and think of a new challenger, he saw a new opportunity. He saw a way to get even more buzz around himself and add to the aura of his reputation! I thought you really were ready to recognize me as a competitor but the MOMENT you talked me up, you turned around and acted as if these past eight weeks were the only bright spot so far in my career. As if I WASN’T beating Hall of Famers like Hades and Starr Stan in my first month. As if I WASN’T Interwire Champion. As if I WASN’T headlining multiple shows within my first year. AS IF I WASN’T THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION DAYS PRIOR TO THOSE EIGHT WEEKS! You feigned being humble and daring, but only just so you can get off your high horse to be close enough to jab at me. If you view me as such a big opponent and know that I’m not like the rest of the rookie scrubs you’ve taken on, why can’t you give me any credit for my past work? Why can’t you at least ACKNOWLEDGE what I have done? You want to complain about me referencing bad moments in your career but I still was able to bring up your accolades, I still took note of them and made sure to keep that in mind when scouting you. I respect your work, I’ve said it time and time again you’re a huge target to go after, but like any skilled hunter, I know how to observe. I research and think out every possible situation. I still see the kinks in your armor, no matter how much you want to say they don’t exist. You can act as if I’m crazy for pointing them out but any wrestler worth his salt can see it. The same can be said with my flaws. Yes, I had been defeated by Lucian Black in convincing fashion. Lucian capitalized on my weaknesses in the same way I had done you only a few weeks ago on Dynasty. I purged myself of those weaknesses though, I know you addressed my reactions to the loss, calling me out for how I had done Zack Crash and my Omerta brethren, but at the end of the day, they were indeed a crutch. Running with packs only hurts you when the time comes for you to walk alone. I am of course to blame for having aligned with them in the first place, I’ll admit it, but can you not admit you have let yourself be consumed by your own hype?

Yes you had a great World Championship reign, yes you had a great Answers World title reign, but how did those end? About the same as my match with Lucian. Your World title reign? Tyler Parker hit you with ATP after ATP and forced a ref stoppage! Your AWC reign? Ares Vendetta brutalizes you to the point that some people thought you were never coming back. Very similar stuff except the difference between me and you there is that I learned, we won’t be seeing that happen twice! I’m not entitled, I just state facts. When I ask for something or say that I am going to obtain something, I go out and I do so, that has been a constant since my rejuvenation. There is no getting ahead of myself here, you yourself acted as if I, a mere marksman in your eyes, was not capable of winning the war. You defaulted me into the role of a loser and treated yourself as the far superior general. You are the one getting ahead of yourself and acting entitled, I just went ahead and corrected you. A general can fall to a marksman at any moment. There’s a certain unpredictability to him that makes him so dangerous, that makes his chances of victory so much higher. All I will need is one opening, DEDEDE. It’s already been established what I can do when there is a single crack in your game plan. I only speak in truths DEDEDE and while I’m saying them to you right now, they are spoken best in the ring where they can be heard loud and clear. What makes you so much better than the men that I’ve already beat, to the point that that experience does not matter? Those names you passed on, those were indeed tests -- tests that I passed with flying colors. Perhaps that’s why you chose to diminish them? Sort of how you did the previous battle, the fight I won which started this whole metaphor of ours”. I won the battle but did not win the war.” War like you is said to be armageddon, war with you is something no man is meant to want -- but at the same time, when going to war doesn’t momentum matter most of all? Isn’t that what shows who will have the upperhand? Currently I’m leading. Again, facts. Now, I know this final battle of ours is going to be even more extreme, I know it’s going to be even more intense, but you can bet your ass that I’m ready for it. The shooter has taken his position and has you in his sights. My trigger finger is itching in anticipation, my mind is racing as I think of what is to come; cover the battlefield in blood, tear my camp apart, put me through hell, I’m expecting it, I AM PREPARED! Just know when you finally let up and it’s time for me to pick my spot, no matter what you’ve done to me the shooter will always be ready to take aim and fire. One bullet won’t do it you say? So be it. It took me ten to take out Jacob and I wasn’t sweating it. I’ll riddle your body with holes, I’ll flat out annihilate you until there’s nothing left if that’s what you want. One bullet won’t kill you, but it will definitely put you at my mercy. And that’s all I need to set up the beginning of the end. Human, King, God, it all ends the same once you are left to kneel in front of The Ice Man.

So at the end of the day Mr. DEDEDE Ryan, you sweat, you bleed and you cry like everyone else….you’ve just become really good at convincing people that your failures are just opportunities to succeed again. But your time is over. You’re at 14:57 of your 15 minutes and I’m about to be the one to usher you out.

I just hope you have a good story to spin when I embarrass you.

 




 










 

Yada yada yada.

Don't you ever grow tired of flapping your gums, Kenny? No ache settling down your throat?! Can't you feel the warm crimson seeping through your eardrums whenever you part lips to talk? Everyone else sure does, I'll tell you that much. You sit there, bitching and whining about how my words hurt you emotionally, as if I give two shits. I seriously don't though, I never have. These lips of mine have uttered far worse things than whatever they spoke in your name. If anything, it was never my main aim to insult you. Why would I insult a man who epitomizes failure in its every shade? All I've utilized them for was to preach a truth and chronicle the war of attrition that you and I have waged against one another. However, for some reason, you still sound so incensed at it. It frustrates you to know that all of your misdeeds and displays of villainy at my expense haven't made me budge a muscle, that you and your swarm of rats don't really faze me. You deemed it a stupid thing to do on my end, as you should. I don't expect a weakling such as yourself to discern the clandestine brilliance behind what I'm in the midst of accomplishing here. Whether you wish to admit it or not; I'm in your head, Kenny. All this time I've got you by the strings, tugging you left and right like a damn puppet without you even realizing it. You think you've mastered the art of mind games and to some extent, you have, but ever wondered how you've reached that point? I helped you get there. I awoke the wolf inside of you, I compelled the voice to take over the way you think and act instead of succumbing to its counterpart that advocates reason. I MADE you tap into that vile, mutinous persona that would stop at no length or boundary to push its point across. Simply put, I CREATED THIS KENNY DRAKE. You said it yourself; before you and I joined forces as a team, you were merely an awkward individual whose sole purpose of existence in EAW was to make people guffaw during commercial breaks or sleeper bouts. Now look at you. A leader of a mindless herd of sheep and, as much as it irks me to say, one of the hottest things going on Voltage. Neither of those achievements would have seen the light of day if it wasn't for the night that you decided to stab me in the back on, Drake. You know it, I know it and the whole world knows it. I can easily foretell your instant denial of the fact, so spare me that reaction. Just know, destroying a creation is way less difficult than actually creating it. Allow that thought to sink in because soon, you'll experience a concrete proof of it.

I don't care about your warnings, Kenny; They don't differ from those that preceded them. I don't care about the countless occasions upon which your mob had me quivering in a pulp of my own blood; that was my life for years before I decided to come here. I don't care about you stooping so low as to barge into my own widow sister's house and use her and her son to make a statement; they share my bloodline, they're just as strong as the man who is about to halt your very breathing pattern this weekend. The tip of the blade has been shattered, Kenny Boy. You can't drill it any deeper. Nothing you can do I can't map out beforehand with ease, which should serve as a warning to YOU when we lock horns at Territorial Invasion. Do not sleep on the fact that I know you better than you know yourself, as I'm sure the other way around applies. When you go about taking a step, I'll be ten more ahead of you. When you go about swinging for a punch, I'll already be showering you with a barrage of them. Don't compare me to the Svens and the Cetinichs, simply because those two guys have the 'fresh meat' excuse to justify their wrongful judgments. I, on the other hand, have been here just as long as you have— though achieved so much more than you did. You hit one nail on its head; Voltage is like a jungle nowadays. Survival of the fittest is the norm and everybody who fancies surviving on the golden brand has to keep two eyes on the back of their cranium at all times. Howbeit, you don't have to depict yourself a coward by joining packs when the going gets tough. You could have lived through this little rivalry of ours on your own, Kenny. Granted, you might leave it a with a missing limb or several shattered muscles, but that's all collateral damage. Repairable damage. Instead of choosing the ballsy highway though, you took the pussy-esque shortcut and now here we are; eyeing down what could potentially be our last appearance on EAW television. Rest assured, what we'll engage in won't qualify as a standard wrestling match. It won't be a good ol' slugfest, far from. When we both step foot into that squared circle, hell will be unearthed. When I say that both of us will be aiming to take the other's last breath, I'm not sugarcoating it. I'm not spewing some bullshit so that the marketing stooges have something catchy to slap on a shirt or use in a promo package. Myself and Kenny may butt heads over a plethora of things, but we both share one very [bad] trait; when you tread past the line that distinguishes business from personal business with us, you're bound to be put down and kept down. As fate would have it, Kenny did just that for yours truly and somehow, someway, I did it for him as well. Make no mistake about it, I embrace the risk. If I'm paying Satan the visit earlier than expected this Saturday, then so be it; as long as I won't be the only one standing at his doorstep. 

You're right, Kenny. We probably will go down and under TOGETHER, but YOU and you alone will stay there. The end is near, Mister Saint of Killers. The demise of your pack is inching closer by the second. 

The wolves will be slayed. The wolves will be slayed.

Oh...

Hahahahaha, hahahahaha, I can't believe it. I forgot. This whole time. This whole time, I forgot who Scott Oasis really is. Amazing, you really have entertained me so far, you have failed to disappoint! I suppose it happens to the best of them. Sometimes you forget who a man really is. Sometimes you forget what he's truly made of... but a wise man once told me, "life will rarely validate your lies, but when it comes to the ugly truth, it is full of reminders." A man's presence can overcome your judgment, sometimes a small change in demeanor, or appearance, can greatly influence your perception of another human being. And in my case, when that human being delivers the kind of punishment that Scott Oasis has to me, it can knock you off course. It's Christ on the cross, crying out "FATHER, WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME!" to a God that would not respond. It's the human element, the flesh and blood, the synapses in the brain, the sensation on the skin, that can even overcome the Most High. Persecution is a very real thing. It rattled Jesus, the most perfect man ever depicted. In the Baghivad Gita, the nature of mankind evoked such disdain in Krishna that he decided the first noble truth in life would be that life is suffering, and all mankind would be subject to it, for it is what we truly deserve. Humans have had a profound effect on Gods in all of literature. It's not surprising that you, Scott Oasis, would have such a profound effect on me.

After all, you reminded me that I still bleed.

And more important than that... you reminded me how much I like that feeling.

This feeling of being "human", it's exciting, it fires up my senses, it makes me feel more alive. More importantly, it gives me something to strive towards. The feeling of immortality, something that you've delineated as being "untouchable" at least in the eyes of the world watching... it's a double edged sword. It's exactly what people like you wish you could be. It's exactly the kind of status that you spend your entire career, your ENTIRE LIFE, STRIVING TO BE. Whether you have the honesty to admit this or not, you see the throne I sit on and you come for the head of God the same reason why anyone else would attack the Godhead. You want the throne!!! You want what I worked for years to attain, and as indescribable as it is to sit on this throne, as gratifying and validating as it is to be here on the Throne of God... it can just as easily become a place of rest. And the best opportunity a marksman has at killing a mark, no matter how dangerous, is in it's sleep. That's why I don't sleep.That's why I don't like sitting on this throne for too long. That's why I prefer to descend the staircase of the pedestal on which my throne sits, and mingle with the likes of you, and that's why I enjoy when the likes of you give me a challenge.

YOU THINK IT FUCKING SCARES ME!? I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS!!! I'VE BEEN WANTING THIS SINCE PAIN FOR PRIDE!!! BEFORE THAT -- BECAUSE EVEN XAVIER WASN'T PREPARED FOR MY VERY BEST, BUT OH, I'M SURE YOU ARE SCOTT, AREN'T YOU!? I'M SURE YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU'RE GETTING YOURSELF INTO!

OR ... you've fallen for your own hype. But please don't do that. Not yet. Please don't let the last eight some-odd weeks of success cause you to forget an entire career of mediocrity. Don't fall on your own sword when it should be me the one driving the blade through your stomach and out the back. Let me be your foil. Don't fall victim to the same mistakes that COUNTLESS people have made. As sick and tired as you might be having to be reminded everywhere you go about the level of greatness I've reached, I notice you won't let me forget about losing to a "20 something" Ares Vendetta in a war that lasted an hour and a half, that didn't end until my body could no longer keep up with my will. You won't let me forget about "struggling" to defeat Ryan Savage and Liam Catterson, which, if you go back to those matches and watch them for yourself, you'd see there wasn't much of a "struggle"... I digress. You conveniently forgot about the entire run this year where I knocked off everybody standing in my way as the Answers World Champion. If retaining my World Championship against all comers and competing in a more grueling match than anyone else in this company has ever subjected themselves to is a "kink in my armour", imagine my strengths! But of course, you conveniently forgot about me crushing The Machine and bringing an end to Hexa-Gun, a credible faction, an actual threat, unlike Zack Crash and his lackeys who latched themselves to him in hopes of a hand out. You conveniently forgot about me defeating Xavier Williams in a surefire Match of the Year candidate to earn myself this Hall of Fame Championship. But that's what people like you do, Scott. That's where the flaws in your mindset and mentality are still so apparent, and in such plain sight. It's such a wide slit in your armour, and this is where it becomes so obvious who you really are, and who the fuck I am. I can sit here all day long and dig at every scab and reopen wounds I know you'd love to keep closed, but you're forced to hand select what might be considered weak points and grasp at straws while doing it. Meanwhile your entire World Heavyweight Championship reign was pretty much a notch on Zack Crash's badge. You couldn't even defeat Tig Kelly without Zack Crash showing up. For a deplorable piece of trash, Zack Crash is sure loyal to his lackeys, he will go to bat for his lackeys, almost to the point where it's admirable. It's almost a redeeming quality of his that a devil like that would care so much about ingrates like you. He's shown you more loyalty than you could ever show to anybody, especially considering you were manhandled by Lucian Black and the first person you blamed for your failures were who??? Remind me again Ice Man, who did you blame???? Not yourself! Of course not! It's not your own fault that you were skullfucked in that ring by Lucian Black, you blamed Crash and OMERTA!

Only your generation would go out there and lose humiliatingly by themselves, and turn around and blame another man. That's why I don't respect shooters. Anyone from any era, even your coddled era, can pick up a gun and become a threat. Only your participation trophy having asses would do this. And I bet you still think you were justified in that. But you reminded me again, who the real Scott Oasis is. I still firmly believe you're going through a Metamorphasis, but there are some old habits that die hard, and you being an entitled bitch is one of them. How do you expect to reach God status, how the fuck do you expect to park where God stays, how the fuck do you expect to roll into the parking lot and take God's reserved parking space, when you act like a fucking amateur????

While you genuinely believe you can win the war against God, you speak as if the war were already over. I could have done the same thing as you after one of my "damage control sneak attacks" as you call it. I could have postured before the whole world and asked "WHERE IS THE ICE MAN NOW!?" and pretend I had the war won. But I knew it wasn't over, so I wouldn't do something so idiotic, I wouldn't make such a rookie mistake. It's interesting how people like you speak so confidently against me going into matches like we aren't ever going to put your theories to the test sooner or later. You've proven exactly why you don't deserve my respect yet. I respect you only as far as I can throw you at this point, and considering you're a big son of a bitch that isn't very far, so you won't have my respect until you win this war against me. Until then you're nothing but manpower and muscle, with a loud mouth. Strength and power can only account for so much, especially when the word "power" is done an injustice when referring to the kind that you have. You don't have the kind of power that's won me six World Championships and cemented my status as The Best Eve. You aren't able to bend realities at will, you don't change narratives at an instant, you don't shift the paradigm at the drop of a dime. Your power is the same kind of power gifted by God or by the gun -- because all you are is a marksman, but you forget Scott, that a marksman is as disposable as his mark. He's only a chess piece. You're only responsible for one move, and one position. You're not a general, you're not a sergeant, you're not even a good tactician. Fuck the battlefield, you're not ready for that yet, you don't even know your way around a chessboard! You think you've won checkmate before the game's begun, so how the fuck are you ever going to trap the king!? You want to talk about your own convictions, and sticking to your own convictions, by winning an impromptu match!?!? SCOTT, WE HAVEN'T EVEN GOTTEN STARTED! There's still so much time for me to break you! I'm sure leaving Jacob Senn and I laying in the ring provided a real confidence boost to you, but you don't know a god damned thing about sticking to your convictions because they've only yet to be truly tested. You think Lucian Black was a test? You think Devan Dubian and Hades were a test? No no no no no no no, we have such a long way to go. If you ever cared to pay attention and see the many other wars I've won and even the few I've lost, you'll see the river of blood goes on for miles, and I've just only gotten my feet wet. 

But once we are waist deep in the river, Scott, you'll come to find out that the blood we are drenched in is that of those who thought they would take my battlefield in blood. That will be the harrowing truth you will be forced to face, and ultimately succumb to. War with me is not merely war, war with me is Armageddon. It's the final frontier of every man's career here in this company. It only goes on as far as you want to take it. And it comes with tribulation, and turmoil, and dread, as your hopes and dreams are absconded by rapture, and soon deception becomes your guide. You're forced to lie to yourself, do what soldiers do in the trenches, tell themselves it's all going to be okay, as if you fucking know, as if you're confident, as if you're omniscient, as if you can see for yourself, or that a God can see for you. You kiss your crosses, do your hail mary's and jesúses. I can't wait until I have you at that point. This pretentious arrogant pompous piece of shit side of you now, heading into battle, is an impressive act, but that's all it is. The real you will be revealed when you're neck deep and being pulled under, and fighting for your life, fighting not to drown, fighting for the intangibles, fighting for air, fighting for what you've always taken for granted. Gasping, in fatigue and in shock. I can't wait until I see you with my eyes, gasping for breath, before I knock the wind out of you and put an end to your ego. It's going to be so glorious, I salivate over it now, I close my eyes and fantasize about it. My lust for blood, it's the most human element about me, it's the sinner to my inner saint, it's the inner yang of my yin, and men like you honestly bring it out of me. But ultimately we are two men, beings, trudging through the desert with not a drop of water in sight, searching of a prize that will vindicate our crusade. Fight all you want for reputation, marksman. You want the throne? Finish the king off. One shot one do it. Two shots won't do it. Leave me bullet riddled, and then some. But while you fight for the throne, I fight for a much more worthwhile prize to me. I fight for something I currently do not have. I fight, this Saturday, for solace. And I will find solace in the oasis of red. Your defeat will be my oasis, Scott. It will be the fountain I drink from. Your hopes of my defeat, however, are merely a mirage.

TERRITORIAL INVASION PROMO #5
 
[The screen is black at first, but then slowly begins to fade into a visible scene.  Once the image is completely clear, the scene before is remarkably simple.  It is compromised of a simple white room with no furnishings or noticeable features of any kind, with one exception.  A rich, red leather armchair sits in the center of the room.  And currently occupying that chair is none other than Zack Crash.  He’s dressed in a black suit, and wears an expression of calm and serene peace.  He inhales deeply, breaths out heavily, then looks at the camera and begins to speak.]
 
Zack Crash:  Sometimes simple is best.
 
Throughout the week leading up to Territorial Invasion I’ve used various settings and visuals as symbolic messages to help convey my point.  But with the big day so close at hand now, I figured that this time it would be best if I kept things simple.  No big set pieces, no hired actors, no pomp or circumstance, just me and you.  Because sometimes the more dramatic we are to get a point across, the more it gets lost in translation.  And with the match between Team Crash and Team Ryder getting closer by the second, the last thing I want is for my final words to be misunderstood.  In these final hours before the war begins, we have to look not only at our opponents, but also within ourselves.  Once we do that, once we obtain true understanding of every detail, we can truly know what separates us from our enemies, and we can finally step into that cage of hell with the weapons needed to walk out victorious.  Perhaps even our foes will finally begin to understand us better as well.  Perhaps they will see the falseness of what they think they know, and that realization might bring them a moment of comfort in defeat, for they will know that they weren’t failures…they simply just weren’t good enough to beat me and my team.  But I won’t hold my breath on that one.  I also want everyone to see me and understand that when we go into this match, I go into with calm and confidence.  And it is with that same calm and confidence that I will be leading my troops into battle.  Because despite Team Ryder’s every attempt to unnerve me (and I will admit they came close a few times), I remain in total control of this match and its outcome.  My opponents are very angry right now with me and some of the things I’ve said, which is precisely how I like my opponents best.  Angry people don’t make good wrestlers.  Angry people make mistakes easily.  And it is those mistakes that I plan to capitalize on.  Because that’s the kind of game I excel at best…the thinking game.  From the start of my rebellion all those years ago, I’ve been outsmarting opponent after opponent, thinking one, two, or three steps ahead of them.  I use either their hatred for me, or their underestimation of my skills, or their own hubris against them.  I’ve have studied the great chess players Bobby Fischer, the great generals like Sun Tzu, and the works of behavioral psychologists like BF Skinner.  I know how the average human thinks, what they’re likely to do, and it’s that knowledge that has allowed me to rise to prominence in EAW.  Some of my opponents may argue that people are able to adapt and change, and while I agree some are, it is plainly obvious that most of the Elitists in EAW are painfully predictable.  And it is this predictability that played and will play the biggest factor in my opponents at Territorial Invasion.  I knew what each of them was likely to say and how they were most likely to respond to my words, which I used to plan every step, every word, and every counter to them.  They danced like puppets to my song, and it played out beautifully.  But I fear I’m getting ahead of myself.  
 
So without further ado, let us begin…
 
[Next to Crash, much like in a newsroom, a picture of Ryan Marx appears.  Zack turns his head to see who his first target is, and he begins to laugh.  But it isn’t like the condescending laugh we’ve heard Crash employ before.  No, this is a laugh born of genuine entertainment and actual interest in the subject of his promo.  This attitude toward Ryan Marx is baffling to some.  Zack turns back to the camera, a warm smile on his face.]
 
Oh Mr. Marx.  You know despite the fact that we’re opponents in this match, despite the fact that I don’t agree with anything you’ve said over the past week, despite your every attempt to get under my skin…I just can’t bring myself to hate you or even dislike you.  Believe it or not I find myself admiring many things about you.  I admire your intelligence, I admire your verbal skills, and I admire your tenacity.  It’s just such a shame we find ourselves on opposite ends cuz I actually feel we could’ve been great allies.  For that reason, I feel it is my duty and obligation to try and guide you; to give you the benefit of my wisdom and experience.  And if experience has taught me anything it is this…don’t let others dictate how you should be.  Oh I can already hear your brain as it tries to think up a counter to deny this claim, but you let slip that this is your mindset with one simple phrase.  You brought up how you embraced your selfishness, your egotistical side…your “flaws.”  See if you were an independent thinker like me, you wouldn’t think that.  You’ve let EAW and the wrestling world tell you that having an ego or being selfish, that wanting anything for yourself is bad.  You may accept that side of yourself, but talking like that shows you still view them as flaws, but that you just don’t care.  But I don’t see these traits as flaws.  I see them as traits to be admired.  What others call selfishness I call ambition.  What some call egotistical I call confidence.  I figured someone as smart as you would understand that “flaws” can all too often be reconfigured into something else.  Our “flaws” are just the sides of ourselves people are jealous of because they don’t see them within themselves.  Your ego and your selfishness are not flaws, but the fact that you view them as such are, because it means your subconscious will always be looking to stop you, and eventually it will.  Unless you learn to stop listening to the indoctrination EAW tries to drill into your head, and listen to yourself.
 
But I am by none means a perfect individual either Ryan.  I may present an image of calm perfection, but that’s only because I know what my flaws are and choose to hide them from my opponents.  That doesn’t mean I don’t accept them.  I just believe in the proverb from William Hazlitt.  He said that “Cunning is the art of concealing our own defects, and discovering other people’s weaknesses.”  Yes I present certain faults of my own, but you have to ask are those my true defects, or are they maybe perhaps what I want you to think are my defects?  Some of them are true, some of them are an act, but the point is I want my opponents constantly focused on these aspects of me.  I’m sorry if this image you had of my doesn’t meet the expectations of what you’re seeing, but if that’s what you want then you’re perfect for Team Ryder.  Matty is a man concerned with how other’s perceive him, and look how his career has turned out.  If you’re smart Ryan, you’ll say fuck what everyone else thinks of me and do what makes sense to you.  That’s what I thought when you called me “uninteresting” or “boring”.  Good, that means you won’t take me seriously in the ring, and your look of shock when I beat the shit out of you will be ever more priceless. 
 
Whether you want to admit it or not, you and many newbies like you owe much of what you’re achieving to me and those who came before.  If you walk down a path, are you not enjoying the labors of the workers who paved that path?  Who do you think laid down the foundations or poured the concrete?  If it wasn’t you, then even if you’re walking on your own, you’re still enjoying the fruits of another’s work because now you don’t have to walk in the mud.  Just like how when I got here it was partially due to what the others who came before me had done.  The key however is to recognize this, and simply forge a new and even better path, which is exactly what I’ve done.  I’ve changed EAW more than any other Elitist who has come before me, and you are a recipient of that change.  You can talk about how you walk your own path, or how you seep into the air unnoticed, but I’m still the one who cleared the path before you got here.  In my time, you would’ve been met with roadblock after roadblock.  And sure you can say you’d bust them down or go through them, and I’m sure you would.  But you’re enjoying an easier and smoother path because of me.  You think Dark Demon would’ve suffered a guy like you?  You think DEDEDE would have permitted a newbie in the War Games Match during his time?  You don’t know this, but the environment before you got here was so political that opportunities were handed out based on whom you knew and blew, rather than actual talent or hard work.  I’m the one who changed that.  That’s something you can’t argue or deny.  Perhaps you’ll say you’ll walk a new path and fuck the road I built, which is an option.  But the funny thing about those who try to tread unsought territory, they all too often run into obstacles and predators they never imagined, only to never be heard from again.  If that’s the fate you want for yourself, then I can’t stop you.  But if you continue to walk down the path you’re currently on, just know it was me who laid the brick.
 
I say all of this out of concern Ryan, not hate.  Because I still see much potential in you.  You’re smart, verbally dissecting, analytical, and have an ambition I admire in one so new to EAW.  You just have to accept that you’re nowhere near my level yet.  Oh you can get there with time and effort, but as of now, the gap between us is too wide for you to jump.  And if you try, you’ll just fall to the rocky depths below.  
 
[Ryan’s portrait slowly fades out, only for a new one to fade in.  This time of Lioncross.]
 
You know LC, I have to be honest with you, out of all the members of Team Ryder you’re going to be the hardest to promo against.  I mean, how do you come up with something, how do you compose a compelling response when all you get is shit to work with?  The only thing I can think of is asking you how it feels to be the weak link of your team.  It’s a sad day indeed when the Cash In The Vault holder, the man who is “supposedly” to become a World Champion in a year, is the weakest member of any team.  Matt Ryder isn’t the weak link.  Chris Elite isn’t the weak link.  Hell, even the newbie isn’t the weak link.  It’s you!  And this isn’t like a Dream Team situation where being the weak link isn’t so bad because the entire team is full of talent.  Team Ryder was low enough as it was with the picks Matty made for his teammates, but you’ve made it so much worse than it had to be.  You’re the primary reason few believe Team Ryder has a chance of winning this match.  You ever hear the cliché that any team is only as good as their weakest member?  Well if that’s true, then Team Ryder lost this match the moment they allowed you into their ranks.  For all intents and purposes this match is actually a 4 On % Handicap Match, because you’re so off my radar that I don’t even consider you a threat.  They would’ve been better off if YOU had quit and Cyclone had stayed.  At least Cyclone was a main-eventer, at least he was a Hall Of Famer.  What are you?  Just some guy who got lucky one night at Pain For Pride, and since then hasn’t done anything to prove himself worthy of that victory.  You’re a disgrace to that briefcase you carry, and worst of all…you’re a disgrace to Team Ryder.  I’d call you a disgrace to EAW too, but with any luck you won’t be here much longer to continue soiling its good name with your presence.  And hopefully you won’t disgrace the rest of us in this match very long with your presence.  My first order of business is to have you eliminated first, so that the ring is at least only fully of those (barely) worthy of being in it.  You talk about needing to come up with a change and you’re absolutely right…a change of careers.  You don’t belong here LC, and at War Games, you’re going to see just how right I am.  
 
[Zack does a dismissive wave at Lioncross and the picture fades out.  Fading in is a screenshot of Chris Elite.]  
 
You know Chris I think you’ve been hanging around Matty just a bit too much lately.  You’re starting to sound like his clone, just repeating the same shit he does.  What are you, his pet parrot now?  Do you get a cracker every time you say Zack isn’t entertaining or delusional?  Well it’s nice to know you listen to him, because you clearly don’t listen to anyone else.  I distinctly said earlier this week that I don’t give a shit about being entertaining.  I don’t say things to make people giggle or smile.  I say things because they’re true, and the truth is never exciting, it just hurts.  It especially hurts for those to whom it’s directed at.  For example, the truth that I beat up you and Matty after our tag team match, and yes I am going to brag about it Chris, because by doing so I turned a defeat into a victory.  I showed everyone that even if someone does get the best of OMERTA, the celebrations won’t last long.  I took the momentum you had just gained, and I took one giant, massive shit on it.  And any time I do that to guys like you and Matty is reason enough to brag about it.  Nobody remembers that victory now Chris, they just remember the ass kicking afterwards.  So that one victory you brag about means nothing to anyone.  That’s truth Chris.  Here’s another truth, you’re a walking, talking shitbag of contradictions.  First you talk about how OMERTA doesn’t have any power, but the now you talk about how OMERTA isn’t going to have their hands in any outlets anymore.  Well which is it Chris?  Does OMERTA have power or doesn’t OMERTA have power?  Maybe you aren’t thinking before you talk.  Maybe, like a good parrot, you’re just repeating what you hear.  How about this little nugget.  You give excuse after excuse of why you didn’t help Matty at Dia Del Diablo, which I find funny because if you’re so interested in fight the corruption you think I embody, if you think I’m such a bastard, then why weren’t you there to help your “friend” when that inevitably came to happen?  Surely you both must’ve expected that from me?  You can propose your theoretical scenarios reversing the situation and how I might respond to it, which may or may not be accurate, but they’re pointless because that’s not how it happened.  Bottom line is, when Matty needed your help, you did nothing about it.  You could’ve helped him when you clearly saw something was wrong, you could’ve ran out there to try and save him or stop Hades, but you didn’t.  Because this noble mission you have of helping Matty stop me only extends so far.  And now that you’re finally a champion, you’re not going to put that at risk, just like you weren’t willing to risk it at Dia Del Diablo.  So in this match, when Matty needs you most, how likely are you to turn tail and run?  How long before you lay down because you don’t want to risk your championship reign.  I know guys like you Chris.  You act all selfless and noble, when you’re secretly the most selfish person in the room.  You’re even worse than guys like me because at least I’m honest about who I am.  You pretend to be someone’s buddy, their partner, that guy they can call in a time of need.  But once it gets inconvenient, well that’s when somebody has to be a “big boy” and fight their own battle.  But it’s ok because “they knew what they were getting into” right Chris?
 
And as far as my set pieces go, I use them as a visual metaphor to help get my point across, because some people (like yourself) are too stupid to hear the truth so they have to have it beaten into their head with visuals.  But I find it funny that my settings were the biggest bit you had to respond to.  Almost as if it was YOU who didn’t have anything meaningful to say.  Almost as if you’re jealous that you can’t come up with anything as creative as what I do.  But I digress.  I'm taking your advice however.  This time I'm keeping it simple for.  Simple images, and simple words so they don't go over your head.  The point is you focus on what’s superficial.  Instead of focusing on what’s around me, perhaps you should listen more closely to the words coming out of my mouth.  Maybe you should really think about them, look deeper into their meaning and purpose, instead of just what’s on the surface.  It’s why you’ll never be able to out talk me Chris, and you’ll never be able to out wrestle me either.  You think just because you won some midcard championship that makes you unstoppable?  Chris winning the belt is the easy part.  It’s fighting like a champion on a consistent basis that’s the hard part.  Sure you may have had one successful title defense, but these War Games match will be your first true test as a champion.  A Test you will fail miserably.  This will be my third War Games and your first.  And let me promise you that you have NO IDEA what you’re getting into.  The only advice I can give you is that War is hell.  But it’s so much worse when the Devil is the Game Master.      
 
[The photo of Chris fades away and is quickly replaced with Tyler Parker.]
 
Well it looks to me like I might have hit the nail on the proverbial head.  I call out Parker’s fear of me, and now silence falls upon him once more.  What’s the matter Parker, did the Boogeyman scare you?  Well I’m sure you’ll be feeling much braver once in the ring when Team Ryder is standing next to you.  Just remember that sometimes bravery is just a convenient disguise for fear. 
 
[Four members have now been dissected by Zack Crash.  Only one remains.  Zack looks eager as the image of Parker disappears, but is not immediately replaced.  Only silence follows for what seems like a long moment, as if Zack is purposefully drawing out the tension.  Finally, a BEFORE and AFTER image of Matt Ryder appears, displaying how his face looked before Dia Del Diablo, and a newer one showcasing his burns scars.]
 
And once again we get the same old tired bullshit from Matty Ryder.
Zack isn’t entertaining.
Zack is delusional.
Zack can’t win without help.
Zack sucks.
Didn’t you just last time call me out for saying the same shit?  Geez!  I guess nobody ever told you about the pot and the kettle.  Just FYI Matty, pot isn’t just something you smoke.  Maybe that’ll help you understand the metaphor better.  Oh and you’re insult about my Chairmanship reign?!  “Maybe you’re time in the ring will last longer than your stint as Chairman”?!  HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!  Can you even count?  I reigned as Chairman well over a year!  So are you saying I’ll be so good in this match I’ll last a year?!  Or maybe, since you’ve never been Chairman, you’re admitting I’ll outlast you.  Man, and you say I don’t think before I speak.  But it’s whatever.  If that’s what you need to do to feel better about yourself, then you be my guest.  I’ll take the first step then and I’ll give you something different.  I won’t mention how I’ve made you my bitch ever since I got your job back.  I won’t bring up how I burnt your face off.  I won’t even compare the differences in our accolades being laughable.  No instead let us talk about something different.  Let’s talk about effort.  You challenged me to put more effort into making this match matter to me.  But there’s only one problem with that…this match DOESN’T matter to me.  That’s what I’ve been trying to get across all this time, and it seems you’ve finally gotten it.  The only reason this match is taking place is because Damien Murrow apparently hates us both Matty.  He hates me because I’m a threat to his authority so he tries to undermine me with this match.  And he hates you because you’re in the ring and not on the commentary table, so he puts you up against me again hoping I’ll finish you permanently this time.  So yeah, as far as I’m concerned this match doesn’t matter to me.  Because really what do I prove by beating you yet again?  I’ve already done that countless times already, so nothing changes.  And what do gain if by some act of God you win?  OMERTA will still exist, I’ll still be in power, and I’ll still have more victories and beatings over you.  So nothing is proven and nothing is gained, which means that as a businessman this whole thing is a waste of my time.  This is all just Murrow’s attempt to make a statement so he can feel important and give himself a nice stiff one in his pants.  It’s just little annoyance I have to deal with before I move onto bigger and better things.  And trust me, I got bigger and better things planned for after Territorial Invasion.  But that’s for later.  Right now, my focus is you and Team Ryder.  My only purpose in this match is to get it over quickly because Team Ryder doesn’t warrant my full attention.  So my effort extends to only the minimum amount needed to beat your team’s ass and get on with my life, whereas the majority of it is focused on OMERTA and doing things in this business nobody in this match, including and especially you Matty, are capable of.  And if you really wanted to throw out the insult of “effort” perhaps you should be looking to your own team first.  Have you seen what Lioncross has given us?!  That doesn’t seem particularly inspired or motivated.  And what about Cyclone?  He seemed very motivated to run out the door.  Nice job molding your team into a “domination machine.”  But that’s really what we should be talking about.  Now that the time is so close for this match to begin, let’s talk about our roles as leaders.  I put together a team of men who don’t need me to lead them because they’re perfectly capable of leading themselves.  They have their own wants, their own desires, and their own reasons to want to win this match.  Which will guarantee we work together because all of our desires are linked together.  That’s what a leader does.  He units a group of individuals too dysfunctional to get along on a personal level and helps them to put all that aside for something bigger and better than their individual feelings.  That’s why between you and me, I’m the better leader.  Now what have you done to prove yourself a good leader.  You couldn’t keep your very first team member involved long enough to even get his first promo out.  You can’t get the one member of your team supposedly guaranteed to be a World Champion before the year is out to put forth a decent effort.  And you wanna criticize MY team?  You wanna criticize my leadership?  Look at my team and how much each of them have talked and talked because they want to win this match.  Now look at yours.  About the only two putting forth any real effort is Parker and Marx.  How sad is it when your subordinates out promo you.  You’re not a team, you’re just a collection of 5 guys who happen to be standing on the same side of the ring together.  Well let me promise you, that won’t be enough to defeat Team Crash.  
 
[With the entirety of Team Ryder covered, the final image fades away and no new one appears.  Zack crosses his legs and cups his hands on his knees.  Only now does the calm smile turn into an arrogant smug.]
 
OMERTA is EAW.  To some it may not be good business, to some it may be a threat to their careers, but regardless of what they think, but the fact that OMERTA pisses so many people off just proves to me I’m right.  Because people always try to fight change, even if it’s right.  I changed the wrestling business for good and for always when I was Chairman.  But my time isn’t done yet.  There still so much more to do, and I’ll destroy anyone who gets in the way of that.  If you lack vision, if you lack ambition, if you lack talent, then you have no place in OMERTA’s world.  I’ll go through each Elitist one at a time (or in this case one team at a time) until only the best remain.  Then I shall make sure that only the best are capable of signing up with EAW.  Only then will EAW rise to the top of the wrestling world to stay there forever.  And I shall rule it forever.  I will be remembered as the greatest Elitist EAW has ever known.  The man who rise from a simple thrill seeker on Turbo, to the leader of a new generation.  You can't write a better Cinderella Story than that.  I’m going to end to old world of EAW, and from it’s ashes build a new and better one.
 
This is how your world ends.  Not with a whimper…but with a Crash!
 

[Fade to black.]

They say happiness is the key to success. Well, underestimation is the key to failure. You underestimate just how much I truly know about you,  Devan, and that's why your rant about my “humiliation” will continue to fall on deaf ears. Sure, I’ve had my fair share of shortcomings but with every one of those I inch closer and closer towards success and there's a very good reason you claimed I have fallen short rather than being a complete failure. The difference between those two is that, despite often falling short, I’ve still accomplished many things in my EAW career. I have two title reigns under my belt, I’ve won the Spartan Cup, the same tournament that spawned the likes of Scott Oasis, and I’ve also won one of the rare competitive 24/7 battle royals, the same match that involved you little friend Alex Wilder. While it’s true that this perhaps wasn't the “same” Alex Wilder we know and dislike today, he’s still the same arrogant, cocky, untrustworthy son of a bitch he’s always been. So sure, MAYBE you can speak for yourself in regards to working together despite my doubts. After all, your reputation over the past couple of years speaks for itself. You've always been fickle, Devan, and that's why no one would trust you with a twenty foot pole. Words are just that: words. I could tell you now that I’m going to ride in to Territorial Invasion on a unicorn named Butt Stallion and how it can fart rainbows and how it's going to be your downfall… but is anyone going to believe that?! Of course not! Unicorns don't exist and neither does your loyalty! They're both myths, fables told over the ages that never come to fruition. If you need any proof, again, I direct your attention towards your GOOD FRIENDS Brian Daniels and Starr Stan-- Oh wait… you guys don't exactly talk anymore, do you? I think I mentioned this before but could you refresh my memory? I think it had something to do with you hitting Brian with the Bleeding Edge and leaving him looking up at the lights… and weren't you facing RAGNAROK? You know, the same team that had the human cannon fodder that is Psycho Brody and the only man I’d dare say was an even bigger traitor than you in Norman Hellion. Sure, at the time they may have seemed as though they were an unstoppable force but in hindsight they were more dysfunctional than Jacob Senn in the bedroom. AND YOU COULDN'T BEAT THEM. SO WHAT DID YOU DO, DEVAN? YOU TAKE OUT YOUR FRUSTRATIONS ON YOUR PARTNERS BECAUSE YOU CAN'T ACCEPT FAILURE.

What makes this Saturday any different. Just look at your “team”. There's no unity, not even a loose alliance formed. Failure is inevitable, Devan, and you're going to snap just like you always do when things get too tough. You’re going to get angry, you're going to take it out on someone else and then, ultimately, you’re going to LOSE.

Like I said, I know you better than you care to admit. I know what buttons to push and what gears to grind. I’ve watched every tape and every show and I know how you tick… but you're no clock. You're a ticking time bomb that's going to explode at any moment. My bet is that moment will be at Territorial Invasion and it'll be but one of many reasons for Team Dynasty’s downfall.

But what I know, right? I’m just a choke artist who won't ever amount to anything, just like all of those before me who continuously failed to achieve their goal of becoming one of EAW’s world champions. WRONG. You wanna know how I know that you're wrong, Devan? Because YOU were in the exact same spot until Pain For Pride 8 came around. You didn't listen to the doubters or the insults that were thrown at you and you kept pushing, you kept striving to be the very best. At Pain For Pride you did what everyone thought was impossible and you won world championship gold. So what makes you so different from me? What is it that puts me below you? You can use as many unmeasurable buzzwords like “motivation” and “heart” or whatever it is you intend to try and use against me but your words are as hollow as your heart and I know there's absolutely nothing stopping me from breaking through that glass ceiling anymore.

Do you see who the current EAW World Heavyweight Champion is? That's my best friend-- correction, that's my former best friend. And I don't mean some half-hearted attempt at being a tag team after knowing each other for a month, I mean a guy who I’ve known for four years. I mean a guy who grew with me side by side as a competitor as we jumped from federation to federation together, always keeping each other on our toes and never letting up… and after four years of close friendship, four years of brotherhood, FOUR YEARS OF COVERING EACH OTHER’S BACKS HE LEFT ME TO THE VULTURES WHEN I NEEDED HIM MOST. So I have no sympathy for traitors, Devan, and it's going to be a great pleasure proving you and everyone else on your mockery of a team wrong by winning the Divide & Conquer match and becoming the new EAW World Heavyweight Champion.

I’ve worked too hard and pushed through too many injuries to let a Devan Dubian, a Diamond Cage, an Alex Wilder, a Jacob Senn or even a TLA ruin this opportunity for me now. This is my chance to prove that I truly am as good as I say I am. This is my match to win and I’m going to do just that. There's no turning back, no running away anymore. This Saturday is make or break and that's a lot of pressure… but it's pressure I can withstand. To every member of Team Dynasty, I assure each and every one of you:

THIS IS MY MOMENT.

“I haven’t evolved Lucian? Me? Coming from you that is a little bit insulting, and a bit confusing. Your evolution? Please, do show me how you’ve changed at all since our King of Elite matchup, or how you’ve changed at all since our first ever match back when I was a cog in the broken machine known as the Iconomy. You are still the kind of individual that runs head long into the shadows with a barely flickering candle. They roar out that the monsters can’t kill them, because they aren’t afraid. These men and women die very slowly, Lucian. They are given the time to look at what is happening to them and realize the mistake they made. Some go down finally screaming, finally allowing their fear to be heard, and they die faster. Others? Others bite back at the monsters, saying that their fear doesn’t exist. They will die lying to the world, their bones slowly pulled free of their bodies and their tongues ripped clean from their heads. So, you refuse to accept that you are afraid. Afraid of losing that title to me. Afraid of ‘failing to protect Dynasty’ from me. But if I’m not a threat why are you so determined to prevent me from teaching you these lessons. Why are you so defensive against the words that I say? I’m not a threat to you, not in your eyes. If I am no threat, then why react the way you do? Lucian, it’s fine to admit that you don’t know what the outcome of this will be. No one does. I can’t see the future, and nor can you, Lucian. In the end, we all fall victim to that fact. No one knows what will happen in this world of ours. Isn’t that the sad truth of our reality. For all of our skill and tenacity we are still subject to the ever changing whims of fate and destiny.”

The scene seems to roil around, falling ever faster until it swarms into the dense forest. A forest that opens into a more grassy plain, coated in a thick mist. Moving through the mist, the children seem to dance together, running and playing as only their laughter can be heard. Laughter that is quickly turned all the more sinister, as their faces are never shown, instead hidden behind the mask of a doll. They circle each other, whispering secrets and laughing as they continue to dance and play. The circle growing wider in arcs as they begin to vanish from all sight, the mist once more obscuring them. Silence. Ever widening silence as the mist seems to shift ever so slightly. Enough for the sight of something being thrown into the air before landing with a thud.


“I won’t give you a long rhetoric on this one Lucian. Lesson number three is one I know you are familiar with. Melancholia. The element of earth, and season of Autumn. I suppose I won’t have to tell you what the Black Bile represents then, do I? Melancholy. The feeling of depression, and despondency. That is the excess of Black bile. It is the loss of all hope, and as the leaves die, so to shall the body. In the end, none of us know our future, Lucian. We do know its end though. We know that none of us are immortal. None of us will ever live long enough to see what changes will come about from the world from where we stood to define them. That isn’t what we are as a species. I do know that my dear mother had no intention of creating what she had. I have heard the stories, and seen the papers of my creation. My dear mother, was raped to produce me. By a sick and twisted man who used her body as his last revenge on the world that created him. My mother though, did not resent me. She knew that I, in my flesh, was not the person who did this to her. That the man who did this to her, would die by his own means, and that this child would not suffer due to his sins. My mother birthed me and prayed that I would be able to live in a world that would accept me. She molded gifts that I had at a young age. My love of writing, of reading, of playing and pretending. She gave me unconditional love and support that I will never have again. Lucian that is the world that I have come from. You understand? I want you to hear my story because I need you to understand that this world that you talk about, that darkness you mentioned long ago that you came from...that is nothing like me. You are nothing like me, and there is no one like me.”


There is another thud as a pile of dirt is thrown into the scene. The mist continues to drift and what is seen is the form of Eclipse for a moment, shoveling dirt from an already sizeable hole. His eyes seem cold. Lifeless. Dead. He’s speaking out of memory, taking every bit of information he had seen as a child and calling it back out to talk to the one person who figured he could tell. His opponent. A cry for help, perhaps? Perhaps just another way to show who he was. To whatever side of Eclipse speaking, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the message. The message had to be delivered and it would be. He drove the shovel into the ground again, his eyes narrowing as he did so before staring straight up. The sky was always overcast over the house that Diemos built. It had never been otherwise. It’s part of the reason why had chosen such a home. He ran his tongue against his lips, wetting them to try and remove some of the pain that was tingling his entire body before he returned to shoveling. A mindless task. A task that didn’t require a lot of thought. He just needed to keep digging. He needed to push on further, so that his mind could focus on the true task at hand.


“But, my mother was taken from me. Before my eyes. A gunshot to the chest. She died as I held her hand, but I did not know this. I did not understand the concept of death. I only knew that my mother’s beautiful blue eyes were unblinking. That her body was cold. That she had been bleeding. But death was not something I was familiar with. The cop that found me said that he saw me...struggling for survival. That I looked more like a corpse than a child. That he had thought to pull the trigger on my body, to end my suffering. He didn’t. He did nothing of the sort. He wished to help me. He wished to leave his impact on the world by saving me. I suppose he thought that I would grow up to become something of a doctor or a lawyer, or another officer. Someone who would do tremendous good in this world. Wonder how he would feel if he knew that those therapists who he took me to wanted to leave their mark in a selfish manner. They declared me a lost cause. A feral child. Tucked me away in an asylum, and pocketed the publicity money, deeming me a ward of the state and telling the public that the asylum would help me. That they would care for me! Teach me how to become normal! Do I seem normal, Lucian? Do you know the routine of a child at that Asylum? At six, I was woken up every morning with ice cold water hosed into my cell. I would be scrubbed clean by nurses with wire brushes, and if I cried, she would strike me upon the skull. Creative time, for a few hours. We were allowed crayons and paper, and could write or draw...but in silence. Speaking was not permitted. Loud noise was punishable. The punishment was to be placed back into our cell, but the lights would be off. That cell has...I remember it all too well. They call it Negative Decibels. The cell is so sound proof that it is too quiet for the human brain to comprehend it. When in that cell for longer than three minutes, you start thinking that you can hear sounds. That you can see things lurking in the darkness. That was my hell. And that was my world. You come from no such darkness, Lucian, do not dare act like you understand my pain or my struggle.


What you understand, Lucian, is that I have cost you before. I have cost you before, and you keep going back to My Family as the reason. As if My Family was the only thing that caused you this pain, this misery. My Family helped me secure my place in your present, Lucian. You pride yourself on your strength...yet you could not fight them off. You pride yourself on who you are, yet dismiss me on who I am! You seek to deny my words and say that what you speak is absolute truth when you don’t even know what that truth is! You are a man possessed of such great strength that you could secure the world with your hands! You could hold the future in them. You could do the greatest of things...but all I see is someone who only views the world and views strength, as how hard his fists can punch.”


His eyes turn back downward, at the grave he had dug. He tossed the shovel aside, leaning back against it and stretching his hand out. Resting upon the dew soaked earth, lay a single item. A teddy bear, its appearance disheveled and torn apart. Stitched and patched back together. Mr Cuddles. The beloved teddy bear of Psycho Brody. Eclipse lifted it from its place on the ground, staring at its discolored remaining eye. He clicked his teeth before closing his eyes tight, memories flashing in his mind. Memories of when he himself felt scared and alone, and the single velveteen rabbit that he had to keep him company. His hand clenched tighter around the bear before he instinctively wrapped his arms around it, holding it close. He felt a few tears form, but fighting them seemed to be purposeless. This was natural. He was still human after all. So he let them fall. A few at a time as he sank into the ground, holding the bear close.


“Lucian. You say with all of your heart that I’m like everyone else you have faced, and in response so are you. You are an opponent. An obstacle. But in so many other ways you are not. I can’t look at others as just faces. Not numbers. Not robots. They are all individuals. There are subtle differences between everyone and everything, and it is those differences that make this world so beautiful. But the beauty that everyone else idolizes was stripped away from me, Lucian. It was torn away and now I am left with my own family to keep me safe from that. This horrid world. This cold and twisted reality. EAW is a microcosm of it, and Dynasty is the platform. The conduit. For DC fans...it’s Earth Prime. And you hold the key to the reality of Dynasty. Territorial Invasion will either see that you are indeed the avatar of that outcome, and you will shape Dynasty into what it is meant to be, pushing me back into the darkness once more and never hearing of me. The other outcome is what concerns you. It is driving at you inside of your mind. The other outcome is that I beat you. It is that I assert that my way is the correct one, and that my rule will be what is carried out at Dynasty. You believe I will not last as champion, yet people greater than you claimed I would not last as King of Elite. Many called me worthless. Not a contender. Someone who wouldn’t last. And in the end, it wasn’t even you that was pinned by me. Aren Mstislav was the one who fell to me. Yet in the end, that still sticks at you. So here we stand, warriors of different battlefields, and yet the thing that drives you is that you don’t believe I am worth this fight. You don’t believe I am worth you putting any more anger or aggression into then you already have. Lucian, you know me. You know that when it comes to a fight I hold nothing back. I intend to come at you with everything I have. You can do everything in your power to stop me, but nothing you do ever will! Nothing you do will ever sway me! I am going into Territorial Invasion as the King! I am walking out of Territorial Invasion as the Champion! And you, Lucian! Will not survive! You refuse! You refute! You argue! But you do not listen! You do not accept! You are the product of the pain of past failures, and I am a product of the world’s own sins. We are products of things we couldn’t control.


Yet where you chose to let those sins shape you, I chose to shape myself. I chose to craft my image as a mirror of those sins. These sins that tried to destroy me, built me my bones. The fears and horror of the world crafted my skin. The cries of the innocent, my voice. My teeth, their anger. My eyes, their grieving. And my words are theirs. So what do you fight for Lucian, what is it you represent in this fight? Because standing behind me, lays the screaming of a thousand lives that all wish to see their dreams and their nightmares die in the world they live. I have taken on every scream that my children cry out in the night. I don’t let them suffer in my world. I allow them to grow without the fear of the pain from that world affecting them, until they are ready to face it. That is my world. I will create it with my words, with my fists, with my actions, and over your corpse! You will die to benefit this world, and you will rise again. You will rise again and you will seek to strike back against me. I will welcome it, Lucian. I will welcome it with a smile. But this will be another failure you. Another path you couldn’t cross without something being taken from you. I will strip you of your pride, your honor, and most importantly...your reason for being. I will leave you broken. Yet my hand is still outstretched. Take it, when you fall. And you will fall, Lucian. You will fall. Territorial Invasion is coming. The Destroyer against Fear Incarnate. The Pride of Dynasty against The Sin of EAW. The World Heavyweight Champion against the Outcast King. This will be a fight to remember, Lucian. And I want you to remember it. Remember me, Lucian. I will never fade away.”

He laughed, clutching at the teddy bear tighter as tears continued to fall. And once more, the mist rolled in. Rolling in as a comforting mother would, caressing the cheek of the crying child. Her gift to him. The gift of a dead mother to her child. She would never leave him alone. Never. And she would be there for him. She would be there to see him overcome. To see him survive. And the mist rolled on. And the mist. Rolls on.

Loyalty is a vicious thing. It is a fabricated doctrine forced upon us by society to keep us within our limits. Whilst it is true that the vendetta I hold for some elitists on my team is not something that I will easily forget, I am also sharp enough to realize that Team Dynasty has a common goal and as long as keep that common goal in sight, we will not plummet to the bottom of the barrel. By prevailing over all obstacles and restrictions or better known as Team Voltage, we will all arrive at our chosen goal or destination. I have no need or desire to build any kind of bond or closeness with any of my teammates or more specifically Alex Wilder because I know that at the end of the day, they are still a lot of cunts but I do believe in their inclination to prevail. I hold some form of respect for the Dynasty team leader Jacob Senn because despite our long opposing history, he surely does live up to all his monikers. It is probably fitting that he is leading Team Dynasty given all that he has done for this brand and his greed to win is probably second to none in this company. Diamond Cage on the other hand is a man hyped with a lot of words but with no real substance, a total malignancy but also an absurd wildcard that any elitist would love to have on their team. TLA comes the closest in definition what I would call a real partner in this match because he actually comes across as someone I would love to be united with, a ravenous talent that actually deserves to be at the top unlike Alex Wilder. I have made my overall thoughts known on Alex Wilder known more than once in the past and it is clear that we do not share a single drop of empathy so whilst I do not expect him to go very far in this match, I do expect him to be mellowed enough to realize when vendettas need to be put aside. Principally speaking, it should be common sense at this point that Team Voltage has not got any kind of chance in this match. They have got a good amount of world champions on their side but in my eyes, all I see are former stars living in shadows under the line clinging for any chance of importance. And the other two are stars who have been trying to grab the limelight attention for a while now without any real prosperity. You combine the two and you get an unit that is going to be dismantled by Dynasty this upcoming weekend.

It has been a long time. A year ago, it would have been an enthralling match-up that everyone would want to see Xavier Williams but now.. nobody seems to care because you have seem to dug yourself a hole that you cannot just get out of. A former Elitist of the Year who unjustly won over me last year now participates in pointless tag team matches in a division that has no value. I know you like to pad your career more than its actual deemed expense but going out of your way to tag with another former world champ and play pickings with other pushovers is something I thought would be below even you. I feel as though the encounters we had in the past involved a different kind of Xavier Williams, an outrageous character whose potential had no skyline. That Xavier was not so hung up on the gold, he yearned for so much more and with it came the support of the whole universe. And as much as I may resent it, that Xavier is the one that I want to meet in the ring again and not the one who has lowered his status to that of pickpockets. The man I face this weekend is a man who has become entitled, an empowered critter who wants his body entrenched in gold and that alone is enough to make you a hypocrite of your own words. What you once preached are fallen words to you now and there is no elitist I despise more than the one who goes back on his words. Push me off to the side as much as you want but you are going to soon realize that I am indeed your biggest peril in this match, after all, it only took me few months to blaze away all the success you had in one single year and make that elitist of the year award my own. You are living off the mere hype of what you could have been, which is what could also be said of your tag teammate Jamie O'Hara. A man I have not affiliated with once since he joined this company yet someone whom I was always cautious towards due to the matter of fact that I saw him as a worthwhile opponent. When you became world champion, you blazed a trail for this new 'era' to follow and easily set yourself up for a storied career. What you did however not come to realize was that willingly ensuing yourself in this tag team would be the one deterrence that would take all the potential you once had and just throw it all away. You too once preached words to the EAW Universe that you were stern on following but turned your back once you realized the going got tough for you. You were not being put on a high pedestal anymore, nothing was coming too simple to you anymore so you decided to take the effortless route of creating this shite tag team to nurture your ego. It will not be like that this around though because the playground you have chosen this time is at Territorial Invasion, the pickings are no more but the your Lucifer surely is present. I will blaze the lot of you and teach you that the best things in life do not come so easily.

The other three participants seem to be more mute or more so routine than the other two but that does not change the matter of fact that I have to face them all the alike in the same match. I have no history whatsoever with Nathan Fiora nor have I kept any tabs on his career but from what little material I can gather up, you are also part of that 'new' era that looks to take over in this company. It must be said that I have came across your kind recently and it did not end so well. A scant of arrogance can be fine if it can be backed up but all I have come to realize is that the better lot of you seem to be more words than real action. I understand you are a bit agitated over your match last week on Voltage but if that is enough to burst your fuel then will sadly be drained before you even get a scent of real gold in this company. To make matters even worse for you, I can confirm that you are going to be spending a bit more time in abasement after I officially walk away victorious this upcoming weekend. You have a long road ahead of you Nathan Fiora and with it comes the bitter of lessons, those who are superior will always win. Matt Miles on the other hand is someone who knows a good amount of spending most of his time in humiliation due to his wretched career. Any time your career reaches a high peak, you fail to deliver and find yourself at the bottom of the ladder. This time will not be any different for you regardless of how much you may preach. You may see Wilder and I being in a feud as an advantage for you to get further ahead in this match but if you really believe that, you are more deranged than I thought you were. If anything, Wilder and I have more incentive to work together against you to get Team Voltage out of the running altogether so we can go back to fighting within one another. At one point or another Miles, you are going to have to realize that we are not playing naive games here anymore so you can start taking your career with a bit more earnestness or it might a bit too late before you realize that you are not allowed second life chances anymore. It is just regrettable that after this weekend, you will add another match in your book of nights to forget forever. And then there is the man whom I am probably more associated with than any other particular elitist in this match, Y2Impact. We both know what occurred the last time we were in a ring together at the Pain for Pride 9 main event. It is perhaps fair to say that we never got to finish each other off and also that neither of us probably got the result we so eagerly desired. We have both strayed a bit from the spotlight since then but kept ourselves close enough to the top where we can inhale the scent of the gold and if there is one adversary more than any other than I want to put down in this match, it is you Y2Impact. You like to believe that you are immune to mistakes and a meritorious example of perfection but we both know that is not true, I have seen you broken before. And unfortunately for you, I intend to break your perfect delusion once and for all. 

Whether I want to believe it or not, time may be running out for me so I intend to make the best of every opportunity I can get. This Territorial Invasion in the future will be come to known as the safe haven that took Devan Dubian back to the pinnacle of this company once again.

(Ahren can be seen standing outside a giant mansion, in front of the front door)

 

Welcome to my humble abode. Fournier Manner is proud to welcome the EA Dub audience for this once in a life time opportunity, as you get a sneak peak into Fournier Manner. There is a reason as to why we're here, that will be known though in due time. But first, umm, hey Victor Maero, welcome to the party… I guess. So the cops aren’t going to do anything about the kidnapping or murdering thing?? You’re a doctor you say? In like the movie Hostel or something? Seriously people are just ok with this? And obviously he’s on drugs because he completely contradicts himself in his short little tirade about me. Let’s take a closer look hmmmm shall we? “Ahren… you’re funny, I like that. I’m honestly a fan of what you do. But you’re not hardcore. You’re a joke, you just happen to also know how to tell them. You don’t have any substance. You say nothing of interest. You know this is directed at all of you: Where the fuck is the interesting bit of you? Honestly I have no clue.” You say I’m funny, and you like me, and are a fan of me, and then go completely off the deep end and say where is the interesting part of me? Umm the fact you think I’m funny would be the interesting part.. Would it not? And why would you be a fan of me, and what I do if I’m not interesting? Are you dumb? You must be dumb.. Didn’t know they handed out PHD’s out of cereal boxes now, but congrats on getting your hands on one. I mean by the looks of things with you “patient”… Aka your victim, because obviously you’re a criminal of some kind.. You’re not doing a very good job… at your… job. Who moonlights as a doctor anyways… Or moonlights as a wrestler when you’re “successful” doctor, with not on PHD, multiple. Do you know how many years you have to be a practicing doctor to get MULTIPLE PHD’s? Seriously just how old are you? And you think you can take out all of us prime athletes? Specifically me, because I’m clearly the best. I mean your whole story doesn’t even make sense. Why aren’t the cops handling this? The cameraman cant help? SO MANY QUESTIONS, AND ITS MAKING ME YELL NOW. You think you’re intimidating stabbing that man with a scalpel? Are you supposed to scare me? I don’t know this mans backstory, you probably drugged him with roofies or something. Like whoa dude you’re so tough drugging someone, and tying them up while they’re defenseless. The only problem with that is the fact that none of your opponents in this match will drink anything you buy for them. But I think the main reason that you think I won’t win is because I’m not hardcore, well you’re not the only one that has said that, and I disagree with your statement. I won’t say it now, because it will come up later, but for now just know… You don’t even know me, once I open this door you will understand. Ok and before I get off Victor let me get this one thing straight, he said he’s a psychopath.. Well that’s funny, because the true definition of a psychopath is someone that DOESN’T KNOW, they’re a psychopath you moron. Now this is someone with multiple PHD’s allegedly, and doesn’t know common knowledge doctor shit. Like I said, the cereal boxes are going all out with those PHD’s huh?? Dumbass. HE EVEN TRIED TO DEFINE THE SHIT!!!! You’re dumb, away from my presence.

 

Now Keelan, how the hell was I supposed to know she was going to fall off the ladder? What’d you want me to do jump in and shoot my spider webs out to catch her? It was her own stupid mistake for wearing high heels and climbing up a ladder, but hey we’re all good, she apologized and we’re best buds now, aren’t we Flanney? (Flannery bruised up, walks into the camera view)

Flannery: yes it was my fault, Ahren didn’t have anything to do with it, I’m sorry for getting blood on your carpet Ahren (She walks off)

See that? She even says it, so I don’t know why you’re getting so worked up about it. Maybe you have a little crush on her, and are just KY Jelly that I’m hitting that. Well i don’t know about anymore… She’s kinda busted now. And uh yeah, I did say you’re too old… Because you are, everyone knows peoples bodies slow down after 30, and you’re 31.. you’re on a slippery slippery slope down to death, creeping in on you. You’re body is already failing you, your metabolism is going, it’s only a matter of time before you go blind in at least one eye. 25… 31… Young kid on the rise… Old dog dying fading, gone forever. That’s just what happens when you turn 30 sorry to say. The one thing I will say that you have me on, because I didn’t care enough to actually look it up, I guess you don’t have a losing record. But hey, when you lost the chance to be on the TI team, to Blaise Hunter was it? A person that was kicked off the team for being so bad, you might as well have a losing record. Or maybe you lost to Matt Miles.. I don’t know really I’ve never cared enough to follow your career. But either way it seems that you lose the big matches. This is just another big match that you will fall flat on.

 

Now let me go back to one of the original and most brought up reasons these people don’t think I’ll win this match, and that is that I am not “hardcore”. Oh really? I’d beg to differ. See you people don’t know my life, what I do when I’m not on camera, so let me tell you. Everyone’s favorite wrestler, Ahren Fournier, is into S&M.. That’s right (Ahren opens the door behind him) LOOK AT ALL THIS!!! (You can see a giant room with gimp masks, cages, whips, and all sorts of sick sexual toys and other amenities) BEHOLD ALL MY TREASURES!!!  I am one kinky mofucka in the bedroom, and it prepares me fully for this hardcore match. Whips, chains, being choked out mmm, fucking burn me with cigarettes I love it! (He picks up a ball and gag) This helps with my breathing, and cardio in the ring. Look I’m a very kinky individual, and I can’t get enough of it. Not hardcore? Please, I’ve done more hardcore activities in the bedroom than any of you have done in that ring, or just in life in general. Get a car battery, shock my nipples for all I care. There is nothing you can do to me that hasn’t already been done. You want to talk whose hardcore? I am the personification of hardcore. Some of you people may not appreciate my sexual loose lifestyle, and that’s your purgative. But it helps me through life, and in cases like this, helps me with my job. I’m ready for anything that any of you are going to dish out. Whether it’s the doctor that doesn’t even know medical definitions, or the Priest, that isn’t a priest, but will probably be a priest again soon.. the little boy that just wants to be touched by older men, A Black Sven, an old man that walked away from this business only to come back when nobody asked him, or wanted him to.. or the silent one JD Damon… Any of you can try to do whatever you want.. But be warned, it might get me a little aroused.. But it wouldn’t be because of you, it’s the memories of good times past. So now that I’ve put that stupid argument to bed, what do any of you even have on me? Nothin. Fournier Out.  

 

(He pushes the cameraman out of the room, and slams the door in his face. Camera fades to black)