Be grateful for the things that you have, because you have no idea when they're going to be gone, and you're going to have the opportunity to hold them again. What makes you different from every other person walking through the doors of this company? That's the most important question that you're going to ask yourself while you're still getting your feet wet in this company. Is it your drive? Is it your determination? Is it your mind of the business? Is it your natural ability? Is it your heart? Is it your ability to adapt into any situation that you're placed in? It's a question that seems to insignificant, and yet it means so much. So, with that being said - Nathan Fiora, what makes you different to everyone else? What's the one thing that's going to truly allow you to swim in the deep end of the pool, when you've done nothing but get your ankles wet in the shallow end of the pool? I've watched you from the moment you first walked through the doors of the company, just like I do with every new name, and I wondered if this was going to be the next big star within the ranks of the company. Will Nathan Fiora hold the natural ability to surge straight to the top of the company, like Jamie O’Hara and I did in the past? I had hope - but, that hope’s now gone, my friend. You're no different. No different to every other man that expects the world the fall at their feet. You've managed to find a small piece of success against a few scrubs that thought wholeheartedly that they held something special, and it's all gone directly to your head. You instantly believe that you deserve to stand at the pinnacle of Voltage, and while you would fit in well with the rest of the scrubs surrounding the EAW Championship, it doesn't solve the problem that it faces. The real question isn't what you're going to do while you have that Hardcore Championship over your shoulder, Nathan, it's what are you going to do when you slip and it falls into the hands of another name? What happens when you're forced to deal with the failure that you fear, Nathan? I know exactly what's going to happen to you, Nathan. The pressure is going to eclipse you completely. You'll stumble and you'll fall, but you're not going to get back up. You will lay on the down and scream about how great you are; you'll scream about the things that you deserve and deserve to be, but your voice will slowly fade until it no longer exists. It's not our success that defines us on who we are, but it's the way we handle our failures. The ability to take the best out of every bad situation and use it to help us continue moving forward. I don't care about the success you've managed to obtain in the last couple of weeks. You walked away with the Hardcore Championship because of a time limit. You couldn't beat Christian Locke when he began to fall into a slump, and needed the kind will of Carlos Rosso to even get into this match in the first place! But it doesn't end there; you were given the chance to prove that you could fight against the big dogs and you fell at the feet of Y2Impact. You were given the chance to prove that you could stand against a guy on Dynasty that hasn't deserved an ounce of respect since I took the EAW Championship off him over a year ago and you needed Carlos Rosso to call for Jamie and I to make sure that you survived. What can we expect from you, Nathan? What can we expect when you fall at the feet of your superiors again? Are we still going to have to listen about how great you are? Are we going to have to hear about how valuable to you are this company; about how you're still the future of this company? I'm just waiting for that moment you when find yourself with nothing. When the things in your future doesn't look so clear cut and you're forced to fight for the smallest piece of credibility. I'll be there to hear the excuses to why the man that thought he would become a guaranteed success, didn't. I'll be there for the excuses to why you weren't the last man standing at Territorial Invasion. I'll be there to tell the world that you were always what I thought you were; another Troy Archello who tucked his tail between his legs and ran for the hills because reality didn't meet up the expectation he had in his own head.

*Lioncross is still home, instead of in Vancouver, the site of Territorial Invasion.*

Lauren: Be honest.

LC: I am being honest. I just grabbed a late flight to Vancouver. I'm just doing things a different way today because my recent ways of preparation just aren't working. I don't have jetlag issues, or anything like that, and I'm not scared of any member of Team Crash. Your idea that I'm secretly dreading going there because of how things have gone for me as of late is beyond ridiculous. Yes, I lost to Tiberius Jones. Yes, I've lost a couple of tag team matches against Team Crash members. And yes, I was the last person in Showdown, bar Tyler Parker, to see (REDACTED) as a member of EAW. It sucks to see such an important member of our team leave and affect Team Ryder so greatly, and I realize that hurts our odds, but we can replace (REDACTED).

Lauren: ...what happened when you said (REDACTED)? That, again, what's that beep?

*Camera pans to Lyuncrust holding a buzzer*: Just thought it'd be funny if EAW did that considering how things went when he left. Carry on.

*Lioncross gives Lyuncrust a cross look.*

Lauren: You always love it when he pulls something like that with some random prop. C'mon. Something's up.

LC: Nothing is up.

Lauren: Something is up. I'm your sister. You can't escape my ability to tell that something's up.

LC: Nothing is up. Just changing things up a bit, that's all. And maybe taking a late flight to Vancouver is the way to do it. Look, everything about this match for me is not tapping out and breaking up any Team Crash submission I can. But, everything about the last few matches for me has been winning, and I haven't been doing that. Something has to change. Remember, wrestling is all about adjustments, and adjustments become reactions when you've been in the ring as long as I have. I'm just not sure what adjustments I need to make; I've wanted to become better to prepare myself for my title match as Mr. Cash In The Vault, but I'm pretty sure I've just gotten worse. But, whatever adjustments I do make beats doing nothing at all.

Lauren: Maybe to adjust for the future, it'll help to look into the past - the time when you were winning matches.

LC: Maybe.

Lauren: So, what were you doing in the past, before Pain For Pride?

LC: I was meeting with fans a lot more often. I was eating well, but also eating good. And, I always brought you and Lyuncrust along - Lyuncrust helped with the food escapades, of course. You became one of my best friends, even though you've been my sister since you were born.

Lauren: Anything else?

LC: There was that one time I goofed off with Howard Webb...

Lauren: THAT'S IT. THAT HAS TO BE IT.

LC: ...Howard Webb?

Lauren: No, just the having fun. I think it's easy to get all serious and focus solely on getting better for a few weeks, but it just wears you out after a while. You were never meant to be like that. That's just not who you've been for all 27 years I've known you. It's obviously too late to start being like that right now, this close to Territorial Invasion, but just keep that in mind. Your desire to "get better" didn't work out. But before, it just kinda happened.

LC: So I'll go into Territorial Invasion. I will not tap, and I will not lose. But maybe it's time to do things a different way - by going back a few months. And, this time, maybe I won't need Howard Webb or Lyuncrust to be who I was. We'll see. Adjustments are reactions, and that's exactly what will happen both at Territorial Invasion and after.

 
When you first came at me this week, Madison, you told me not to over think things. I don’t really have to worry about that, you see, because you take care of all of that for me. In spinning together a case for yourself to win this match, more of a backwards case of you trying to make it clear I don’t belong here, you consistently show a lack of knowledge about me. Despite all that scouting you said you did. I’ve won on big stages and I’ve lost on big stages. That doesn’t make us different. But I think your 15 minutes as Vixen’s Champion warped your mind beyond a comeback. I’ll prove that’s the case when we fight on Sunday. If anything, you come across as severely out of touch with reality. The person that took that Vixen’s title off you and made you look like a chump? I beat her in a champion vs. champion match. The current Vixen’s Champion, HBG, I took her down and became one of three victories that ended Hexa-gun. You might not remember, you were either too busy on vacation or losing in a title match for the 30th time. Don’t get me wrong, you find miraculous ways to back your way into title situations time after time, but for someone who wants to mock my entire career here, your career is defined more by consistently losing in these big matches then winning. Case in point, what’s about to take place when we meet in the ring at Territorial Invasion. You think this is all talk? It’s going to be downright hilarious to see the shock on your face when I leave you in the ring dumbfounded by what I’ve told you is going to take place this whole week. I’m going to win this match, make it back-to-back years losing in this finals match for you, and then I’m going to leave you there in the ring to reevaluate where you went wrong this week. Maybe it was in getting so hung up on yourself that you lost sight of what this match is. You laughingly dismiss me like I’m a rookie. You try to insist I’m jealous of you as if there is anything to be jealous of. There are plenty of people with more achievements than me. But even when the curtains close on our careers, I only see one of us having the track record to cement her legacy in EAW’s Hall of Fame. And I don’t see that person being you. I told you already, I’m going to show you this division goes around you, not through you. But I have no problem beating your ass on the way by. You dominated your block? So what. I dominated death row to get to this point, and then I beat Kendra to get here. This ain’t child’s play any longer. Now you’re messing with a real opponent that has no issues leaving you in her path of destruction to take what’s rightfully hers.
 
I don’t care about whatever you and the Sanitary wipes are doing in Eclipse’s basement. I don’t need that kind of dysfunctional family. I don’t need to win this to make someone proud. I’m just going to win this for myself. If someone else takes pride in that, well good for them. I’m dedicating my victory, my winning this whole tournament, to Cailin Dillon. Because she deserves this. She grew up in a single parent household, self-funded her way into a wrestling career, never took a single payout along the way, made it to EAW through her own hard work, earned the opportunity to fight for a title on her own and she won that title. And sense that time, Madison Kaline is the only person in this company who believes her to be invisible and incapable. We couldn’t even possibly compare our times as champion. Yours was gone in the blink of an eyes. Mine opened eyes. There’s no possible way you could draw a comparison. And, yeah, mine came to an end as all title reigns do, but I picked my ass up off the mat and I kept coming to that ring every week and I kept fighting for myself. I kept fighting and working to improve. Because I’ve heard the same things from the moment I entered this sport. They said I wasn’t strong enough, and I wasn’t fast enough. My skills weren’t ever as sharp. But brats like you? I outwork them routinely over and over. Despite any perceived difference in skill or strength, I show up and make everyone question what they thought they knew before. Because whether you want to believe it or not, hunny, I am that damn good. So I don’t have anything to be jealous about in regards to you. I’ve done my own thing always. And after I win this and down the road when you look at me and see that list that says Specialist Champ, Empress of Elite winner and Vixen’s Champ, remember how you told me I should be jealous of you because of your looks, or your age, or your severely short title reign. Because I still won’t give two shits about any of it. I’ll always respect Madison Kaline as an in-ring performer. I’ll always treat her with the same seriousness and attention that I give every other person I meet in that ring. But I will never respect the kind of person she believes she had to become to be a champion. And I will always bring the same A-Game that takes her down. You don’t believe me, but you’ll believe it after Territorial Invasion. Those inspiring dreams you have, the ones pushed by the poetry you’ve treated us all to this week, they will be left in a cloud of dust.
 
I’ve dealt with so many “truth-tellers” in this last month and a half. Every one of them have come at me with the same condescending tone. I can just sense you looking down over me as you tell me how it’s going to be like I have to accept it and that’s the only way there is. Are you kidding me right now? You seriously don’t know anything about me. You don’t realize one bit what you’re about to get involved with. It almost feels like you expect this to be easy. You’re still focused on a match from more than a year ago where you had to cheat in the final seconds just to pull a win out of your ass. Yet you somehow ignore the tag matches after where I routinely punked your ass regardless of partners. And at the same time you forget the last time you spoke down to me while I was Specialist’s Champion. I held it out to you and said if you think it’s terrible, then come at me bro. You not only backed down, but you left the company completely. What else should the world have believed at that point than that you were just too chicken shit to rise to the occasion? And here you are now, with no other direction to go and you’re still trying to play this exactly like you did more than a year ago. That’s a mistake, Madison. This is not the same rookie Cailin that you dealt with then. It’s clear to me that you think it is. But I’m so far removed from that point. You might want to ask, oh, any other person in the company or any person who has watched EAW programming since December 2015 about Cailin Dillon. Because for whatever reason, your eyes are shrouded by the same rose-colored glasses that you and Maria Gonzales always wore to the ring together for tag matches. The same ones that made you feel like winners even after you get soundly defeated on a routine basis. And the same ones that make you talk about your one, short title reign as if it created you into a goddess that walks this earth in our very honor. I don’t believe in any of that nonsense you mean to preach. I don’t believe there is any chance I would ever be jealous of you. But I do believe that the hard work I put in over these last few months, the ways I changed my entire body to become a better fighter, the commitment I made to learn more and more will make me more prepared for this fight than you can even imagine. I believe they will be the chief reasons I win this match, and I’m damn confident I will walk out of this match with my hand held high and a new prize resting atop my head. At least you can say you got a front row seat to the show, because I don’t know how else you’ll be able to describe the beating I’m about to give you. Your destiny is to finish this match lying on your back and staring into the darkness at the top of that arena in Vancouver. Mine is to walk out of Territorial Invasion as this company’s new Empress of Elite. There’s noting fake about that. That, my dear Madison, is the absolute truth. You can’t run from this one. And I’m not scared of you. I have nothing to fear. I’m going to beat you.

So because you lived a few miles away from me while you grew up in whatever rat hole you did makes it OK to compare yourself to me? It makes it ok to say our "styles" would be similar? Please brah, please do not look at me in the same light as you see you from our beginnings, because we were nothing a like. You I see as some punk kid, some redneck boy who really really thought that he was something bad to the bone when he was younger, and you know what I think I am right on that...Nothing like me man, nothing like the man I was when I was younger, nothing like the man I became...Well until you started to ever look at us an similar and then you had to make it so son. You know there was once a time when I saw myself as a man who "saddled up an iron horse", cause that's fucking dramatic...I saw myself as a man who dressed different than how he ever did to show the man I used to tag with that I did not need his dark doom and gloom to succeed, and damn I did. I shed the eye liner and I got rid of the damn black robe to go for something very human to show Dark Emperor that a man could beat his monster, that I could as a man slay the mighty beast he cloaked himself to try and be in EAW, and I did. It was not because I felt that way, not because I wanted a "gang of bikers", but because Kevin Devastation wanted to show the monster that he was not as scary as he once was. Just like even now, I do not need some kind of creepy mood lighting in my office to show you Wraith, nor do I need a giant throne of gold to sit on to show you the side that does not think, but a side of me that becomes the God that fought all comers on Dynasty all those years ago Hades. I do not need any of that to show you that I am not afraid, that I am not worried about Grave Consequences, that Kevin Devastation does not need to worry about you Hades. You are nothing compared to me, you can label a man a Hall Of Famer because he has been around a long time, or you can label a man a Hall Of Famer because after many years he got all his accomplishments added up into one big pile to choose 4-5 to stick on a nice mar key board to show off said individual. But when you get down to the nitty and the gritty Hades, when you chew all the meat off and get down to the bone. In my damn opinion, Hades The Hellraiser is still green in this business, Hades the Hellraiser has not had to go through the hard times in EAW that makes or breaks I career. You haven't seen the true depths of despair and crawled out from them Hades, you have not had demons in EAW to come after you yet, and that's the funny part. You claim to be a real bad man, but hell lets talk straight for a minute...YOU have been in the pocket of the chairman more times than one Hades, and you can try and shoot down my accomplishments all you want, shoot down my career all you want. But when Kevin Devastation was in the main event of Pain For Pride, I walked out alone with no kind of manager, I walked away from that damn ring alone to. I did not need a chairman or a squad of goons to win and claim that you had the best brand. And when I faced John Alloy, when I beat him in the Highway To Hell and sent him home in a casket, Kevin Devastation beat that mans ass, and he made ten of you Hades.

And as far as this business goes, and being a big priority in my damn life. Yeah it is a lower priority than other things, yeah Kevin Devastation does not need to give anything else to prove anything else. You think that I am just lazy, that I never had a five star match, and hell maybe it is true that the in ring work I gave was never that of a Brian Daniels or a Robbie V or a Impact or a DDD. But I was Kevin Devastation, my thing was not the in ring work that dazzled you with flips and tricks. I was the villain, I was the bad guy Hades, I made all of you hate me, loath me, hell a few people got jealous of me, ask Montel Smooth what he said when I was announced for the Hall Of Fame. Or if you can ever find him ask CM Bank$ exactly how much he hated me when he was chairman, ask him how he loathed the ground I walked on, HOW I MADE HIS STOMACH TURN SO BADLY THAT HE EVEN WISHED DEATH UPON ME HADES, BUT WOULD NEVER EVER EVER DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT! Not once did CM Bank$ ever step up to me personally, he had somebody do it for him, he had somebody to always try and keep me down. Even after he was gone they never wanted Kevin Devastation to return, and when I was in front of everyone at the Hall Of Fame, when DEDEDE and Jaywalker, my guys inducted me into the Hall Of Fame, and those people who always wanted Kevin Devastation in a ditch finally knew that I was here to stay...THAT I HAD GOTTEN ONE OVER ON THEM ALL YOU STUPID BASTARD! They cringed when they clapped, they snarled when they smiled, and they stood there again and took everything I had to say, and they knew that Kevin Devastation...had won. just like this Saturday, when the curtain closes and the last word of this chapter in our lives is written, you too will know that Kevin Devastation has won. That is the last thing you will know Hades, the very last thing that will come to your mind is the fact that Kevin Devastation was the better man, was the better Hall Of Famer, was the better fighter, and more importantly was better than you ever thought he could be. That's the point Hades, while you have done everything they predicted you to do, while you have jumped through every hoop they knew youd jump through, I always fought the uphill battle. And I am going to prove all these idiots wrong again and show them, and show you that I still have what it takes to take a living and breathing career, and just when you think its all gonna be good and dandy for them I am gonna send it packing to a early grave. You mentioned Extreme Enigma as somebody who had passion, his last match in EAW was with me, I guess my story fits more with him than yours Hades. So kick my ass for him, kick my ass for everyone in EAW and gone, kick my ass for the entire world to see Hades. Because while you are doing that I am gonna be taking everything you got, and its still not gonna be enough to finish the job. Because if the entire world could not keep me from giving up and going home, from Cyclone to Banks to the entire EAW Roster who tried, what makes you think you are gonna be able to? Nothing is gonna be able to make you see true reason, but there is one thing you are gonna see when its all over Hades. That just like they all had to do, you are gonna have to do it too...And that's see that Kevin Devastation has won. See ya Saturday Hades, for the final time.

III



“Did I touch a Nerve?”

Yeah. You did. Ages ago. Pay attention.

I don’t know WHAT you’re watching, but CLEARLY, it hasn’t been me, cos if you HAD, you would know that I’m not actually angry with you for your words...no...I’m simply frustrated. Like a parent gets frustrated when their child talks too much or doesn’t listen at the grocery store. I’m...I’m PERTURBED by you.

I’m PERTURBED because through everything I have done...through everything I have said...you still just...don’t...care. It’s not a sign that you’re better than me, or somehow more level-headed or above me...not in the slightest...it’s a sign that you’re incredibly, INCREDIBLY stupid.

HOW many times have I told you to watch your back? To watch for the eyes and teeth and claws that are ALWAYS watching, ALWAYS hunting, ALWAYS hungry?

And HOW MANY TIMES...have I licked Your blood from an open wound? How many times have I caught you off guard and left you lying helpless? HOW MANY TIMES...have I proven that you are NEVER safe from me?

And yet here we are again...like a principal disciplining a problem child in his office...I have to ONCE AGAIN brush off your pathetic insults and war-...


You know what?


No…

No more warnings, no more cryptic statements...You think you can handle what I throw at you? You think I’ve driven the blade in as deep as it can go?

I haven’t even run out of blades yet, Carson.

Let’s see just how tough you are…

You can call me a man-child. Say I’m desperate for attention. Say you held my hand throughout my career here, but everyone here that MATTERS knows that’s not the case. Morons like Black Sven, Keelan Cetinich...they’re like you...they believe their own hype and see things at face value. While Keelan and Sven find it HILARIOUS to claim that Wolvesden are cowards hiding behind throngs of anonymous followers, the people that MATTER in EAW don’t brush us off so easily. They know that to truly to survive in the wild - and don’t kid yourself, Voltage IS the Wild - you have to roam in packs. The brave that run alone? Those that stray from the herd and think they can take care of themselves...do you know what happens to them?

They get surrounded…

They get mauled…

And they die a slow, slow, painful death.


I also find it funny how you think this new demeanor of mine is a facade. I understand why...once again, you’re uneducated and brash… You only think of me as the man you remember. Sure, when you and I roamed together, I was a different person. I was relatively shy, a weirdo...I tried to make people laugh to hide insecurities. We hit it off quickly because YOU and I were alike...we bonded like only brothers could, because we understood each other.

But the Wolf was always in there. What people would brush off as a funny voice that I had witty dialogue with - and I know what you’re gonna say before you even say it, so don’t fuckin’ say it - that same funny voice named Todd was telling me horrible, horrible things...because HE KNEW that I would never survive here if I stuck to the comedy shit and followed YOU around. So HE took over. It was so obvious, the changes, but you were just too blinded by your own imaginary glow to notice the changes that were occurring around you...and not just happening around you, BLATANTLY HAPPENING AROUND YOU...If you couldn’t see what was happening then, well...maybe YOU need YOUR hand held, kiddo, cos this is a BIG SCARY PLACE and I don’t think you’re quite ready to handle it.

So...this Sunday...September 17th...Vancouver, British Columbia...ugh… “CANADA”...The BC Place...Territorial Invasion.

Kenny Drake.

Carson Ramsay.

Hardcore match.

If you think I’ve run out of ideas to hurt you...well...then you’re really not as prepared as you claim.

Because MOST Hunts? They fail. The same tactics only work so many times before the prey starts to catch on. So TRUE predators...the TRUE hunters of the Wild reinvent their plans, twist ideas, and come up with NEW ways to hunt.

And while you’ve been running in circles and punching heavy bags…

I’ve figured out new ways of hurting you. New ways to surround you. To trap you.[color]

Because all the endurance in the world won’t mean a lick of shit when I staple your mouth closed…

All the strength in the universe won’t help you when I burn you alive.

And all the talk will be for nothing…

When I bite off your head.


So Work harder...train harder...FIGHT HARDER…

Because you’re right, Carson.

One of us is going down and dragging the other to hell with them.

And I can’t WAIT for us to take that journey…

Together.


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I act like this match has no stipulation?

Interesting.

Interesting.

Interesting.

Considering all my war references and the perils ahead for your team, and the fact I’ve mentioned War Games each time I came out here.

Hmm. It is almost as if you have a psyche that decides what bothers you rather than what happens in reality. Hmm. Yes, what could be the root cause of this development? Clearly you didn’t listen to a word I said aside from the words spoken towards you, yes this is a common act in EAW, to only pay attention to what concerns you, you did not even listen to my prior videos considering you are under the impression I am not aware of War Games, but yet on your own you decided to be displeased with Nico focusing on Tyler Parker.

Could it be you are jealous of this Tyler Parker?

Ha ha ha.

Wonderful how your team exposes itself, unravels your own insecurities and dreaded nature in ways I could never have predicted. Yes, these truths are things I could never have dragged out in singles competition when you put on a façade of white knighting against the terrible Tiberius Jones, but once you get the rats stuck together you watch their nobility fade as they scratch at one another’s tail.

Ah, what was it again, seven years in this business? I believe Tyler Parker also has quite a long time in this industry. Could there be something there in which pricks at the very soul of Chris Elite?

To me, Tyler is a legend for sure, albeit a sad one who a long the way lost his taste for style and the mainstream lights. Only slightly above Zack Crash in status. No! Correction, Tyler Parker has had many pitfalls and disgraces from EAW while Crash is unblemished, never a bust was Zack, he only supersedes Crash due to length of time. For sure Crash entered the Hall of Fame much faster, and with greater purity, so perhaps I should not be so quick to decide who is above who. I digress, either way Tyler Parker while a legend is not so special to me, I have disposed of countless of these hall of fame men, even ending the Heart Break Boy and putting Kevin Devastation on the shelf, to me Tyler is just another shiny relic that I have used to amplify my career.

But to you Chris Elite, he must be quite the shadow caster! From all these years the light must seem to shine quite bright on Tyler Parker, like the very sun favours him, while you are left in the dark, his shadow! When I see the back of Tyler, I only see something in which I wish to stab and watch red currents flow, but you see a wall, and in a match like this I imagine the wall has only gotten ten feet higher! That is why all you see is attention on Tyler Parker! Because he is everything you desire to be! Even with darkened sullied history he is such to you, no perhaps BECAUSE of his storied screw ups that he obtains such jealously, Tyler Parker was able to make up for his less than desirable traits as a youth, while you have still not overcome the blemishes to your name!

So you think war shall save your legacy?! Like a boy who lives in poverty and never had the brains to make the grades, you wish to make the people around you proud by at least serving a cause against an evil foreign force not understood by the masses! Yes, like they fight for their country against foes oversees, you fight for the good of EAW against that scourge of Omerta’s leader Zack Crash! In your mind, you probably see beautiful women who swoon over this, you see yourself either old with medals all over your person, or in a grave somewhere on noble ground with many flowers and people who come to pay tribute to you! How naïve. The people who make up EAW, be it the fans, the staff, or your fellow brothers in the locker room, they are no less fickle than any random country’s citizen who lose more and more patriotism towards their country day by day.

These people who champion standing up to Team Crash and push, and push, for people to put themselves in danger to fight us for some cause? They will not remember you.

What do you think will happen if you get injured, be it physically or mentally, in this barbaric contest of War Games? Do you think they will pay for your bills? Will they even let you have even the smallest amount of break from your responsibilities in the New Breed “division”? No, like a veteran soldier homeless in the streets if he cannot recover and get a job as soon as he comes back, they would move on like you never existed Chris Elite! Because this world demands and demands productivity and work from people without remorse or care for the wellbeing of those who put everything on the line for what is built up as bringing honour and doing the right thing. So will you truly come into such dangers to fight simply because these people abhor the likes of Zack Crash and I? All that awaits you is somber morrow, no matter where the winds may blow.

But come Chris Elite, come and see.

You’re digging for bones in the wrong backyard, brother.  My entrance at No Regards wasn’t meant to be anything other than a memorable one.  It was my first shot at the World Heavyweight Championship and I spared no expense in ensuring that my arrival was something that would turn heads.  And seeing as we are three years removed from said event and your entire argument appears to be supported by this occurrence in particular, means I did just that.  Now what I’m about to say next may piss you off a ton, although I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about your feelings at this point; but I have no jurisdiction in what the commentators say.  Perhaps you’ve paid them to refer to you as ‘God’ in the past, but I tend to lean towards liberalism when it boils down to freewill and things of that nature.  If that was WWEFan’s interpretation; then so be it.  It’s not what I was going for, but it is what it is.  There’s nothing that can be done about it.  Though I fail to see how someone who has on more than an occasion referenced himself as ‘The Devil’ and who hadn’t so much as practiced the religion in over twenty years could be thought of as a messiah of any kind, but I digress.  As for the way I’ve dressed in the past, that too can be easily explained by simply taking a second glance at my stats.  You’ll see that I too am from North Carolina; in fact my hometown is approximately thirty to forty five minutes apart from yours, which means that our styles were bound to be a little similar.  Not to mention I hung around some pretty heavy riders back then, which looking back on it could have also had a major influence on my apparel.  But you don’t seem to think logically about these things, do you Kevin?  A man comes out wearing a leather vest or a rag and you instantly write him off as a poor imitation of yourself; but this just in…you weren’t the first to wear denim jeans, a leather vest, a rag, and I’ll bet you weren’t the first to saddle a steel horse.   Even if you were, no one would care.  No one ever remembers the name of the guy who was the first or last to do something; but you know who they do remember, the guy who did it best…and you’re looking at him.  I hate to toot my own horn here, but you and Johnny Bad Blood’s careers are footnotes compared to mine.  

It’s disappointing to see that this once-in-a-lifetime-conflict has been derailed by comments on something as small as my taste in fashion or a stage entrance that you weren’t even there for, so in attempts to salvage what bit of dignity this encounter has left allow me to change gears here.  Your influence on ‘big men’ in the EAW is debatable as you’ve been criticized for being rather lazy in the ring; which isn’t a surprise with this being only a ‘hobby’ to you and all.  I personally wouldn’t know seeing as I hadn’t seen a Kevin Devastation match prior to Pain for Pride IX.  I doubt there’s even a soul here who could list ONE five star Kevin Devastation performance.  Should all go according to plan they may be on the verge of witnessing one; that is if you don’t tear a quad getting into the ring or sprain your ankle running the ropes.  Now you can say that I am disrespecting you, and it’s well-deserved considering all you’ve said.  I can understand that this business isn’t as big of a priority to you now as it was all those years ago, but to diminish it by calling it a hobby of yours is a slap in the face to every athlete in the back.  Do you think this was just a ‘hobby’ to the likes of Cameron Ella Ava, Cleopatra, Heart Break Gal, and Lethal who helped break gender and racial barriers in the EAW?  Do you think this was just a ‘hobby’ to the Heart Break Boy or Extreme Enigma who continued to give all that they had to this business until they just couldn’t go anymore?  Do you think this is just a ‘hobby’ to Lucian Black, Nathan Fiora, Kendra Shamez, TLA, or any other Champion who pours their heart into every Title Defense they find themselves in?  In spite of our differences, I respect the hell out of every athlete and entertainer here because they have an undying passion for this business, similar to the one that I have and the one you once had.  These cats risk their lives every week because this isn’t a hobby to them.  Everyone from Zack Crash to El Landerson deserves to see you get your ass kicked and I’m not going to be the one to disappoint them.  I will drag you to the darkest pit of hell kicking and screaming if I have to!  And no, this isn’t a feeble attempt at scaring you.  Fear is an illusion.  The punishment I intend on giving you is real.  A frightened opponent is a weak opponent and frankly, where’s the fun in that?  I want you at your best.  That way when I’m slinging you around like a rag doll…beating you like a red-headed stepchild…turning you every which-a-way but loose…there will be no room left for your amateur excuses.

 
Gentlemen, it seems as if we’re going through the motions again. I’ve said all I wanted to say to each and every single one of you that is competing against me in this Hardcore Invitational, and I felt like I had said enough to get into all of your heads. However, some of you continue to surprise me. Some of you continue your hardest to get into MY head, but you forget that the Hannibal Lecter of Hardcore doesn’t second guess that easily. The only person that can get into my head is myself. I’m the only one that can stop me from succeeding, not any of you. The moment I second guess myself is the moment I lose this Hardcore Invitational at Territorial Invasion, but let me tell you all, in order for you to achieve this? Well it’s not going to be an easy task. I don’t need to say what’s already been said – I don’t like repeating myself, and I don’t want to sound like a broken record. However, all of you seem to have the thickest heads I’ve ever seen on a grown adult in a long time, so I’m going to say it just ONE more time for all of you. In order for you to be able to beat me in a Hardcore environment, you’re going to have to destroy me until my heart stops beating. You got it now? Okay, good. I feel like I have to go through each and every single one of you again to say some words, so let’s begin with you … Ahren Fournier.


You definitely had some words to say recently about me. Did you seriously let Flannery McCoy fall into that dumpster full of thumb tacks? My god, you ARE a fucking coward, and you ARE trash. You again proved to me that you’re all talk and no walk. All claims, and no game. Ahren, did you actually do any research on me before throwing shade my way? Did you seriously say I am too old for this Hardcore match? What are you, fucking blind? I’m 31 years old. You’re only 25, but you look older than I do! Shave that ugly facial hair of yours man, maybe then I won’t be so tempted to bash your face in. Oh, and you say I have a losing record? Did you pass Math in high school? The last time I checked, 4 wins and 2 losses wasn’t a losing record. You’ve only lost one match since you’ve been here, but come Territorial Invasion, I will personally make sure I add another one to that column.


Black Sven, it seems you aren’t paying much attention either. Have you heard a damn thing I’ve been saying the past few days? I called Marco Fedor a coward, I said I was going to personally hurt him in the Hardcore Invitational, and I said I was going to keep him from running away like he did in the Hardcore Title Scramble. I took Marco under my wing for a reason, because I see potential in his abilities. I told him that story because Devin Seers, the kid that changed my life, and Marco Fedor have a lot in common. But I don’t need to say it all again. Or maybe I do, since you haven’t been paying attention. You say that I’m not going to even touch him in this match, but I’ve made it clear from the start that my sole intention apart from winning the Invitational is to break his body. If you were saying all that just to get in my head, which I suspect you were doing, then that wasn’t even an amateur attempt. That was incredibly poor, and I thought you were better than that Sven.


I don’t need to say words to Marco a THIRD time. But where are the rest of you? Phoenix, Maero and Damon? What, have I left you speechless? A little afraid of what’s to come at Territorial Invasion? Maybe you feel like saying things is a little pointless considering all I’ve said is the truth, but at least try! Sven and Ahren may have had poor attempts, but at least they tried. Many said Phoenix was the favourite to win the whole damn thing, but I haven’t heard a peep from that man’s mouth. Maero is probably afraid to say anything because I’ve beaten his ass before, and Damon is more than likely letting Wolvesden do all his dirty work again. Wake up, you fucking clowns! I am the underdog in this upcoming match, and yet I am a veteran in the Hardcore environment! I’m about to prove to every single person why I can still go in the ring, and prove to the world that my four years of retirement didn’t leave me with ring rust. I’m about to take the world by storm, and at Territorial Invasion, the storm is coming to rain on all of you!   

Territorial Invasion Promo #4

"In vacation bible schools all around the world right now children are being taught a very valuable lesson about Proverbs 16:18.  They're learning it to understand the importance of humility, humbleness, and more important; weakness.  Do you know what that lesson is, Rex?  Right in good ol' King James gold leaf, inscribe in black ink, destined to be read by generations before and generations after read the words of truth; 'Pride goeth before destruction, and haughty spirit before the fall.'"

The camera comes into focus on Pizza Boy, sporting his HBB gear draped a long black vestment standing at an alter. His sunglasses perched on the top of his surgery shaven head as he peers over the word.

"In layman, that means arrogance will be your downfall.  But hey, you already know that don't you Rex? You've been here before. You've had these opportunities in the past.  This isn't your first ball game up to the plate.  You've swung at the ball so many times when it would have been just as effective to bunt or take the ball 1.  You've thrown your shoulder trying to prove something to someone, everyone, only to come up after a mighty and confident swing with yet another strike out.  I've never diminished what you've done to get to me.  I've merely stated the fact of the matter that you aren't me, despite all of the parallels and underdog gumption between us.  I don't overachieve.  I don't talk up how good I am.  I come out, I do my job, and it gets the pay that it deserves.  If that means a little tip in the form of a shiny title for my extraordinary services then so be it.  It doesn't consume me like it consumes you.  With Drake, Jones, and Judas it was never about the belt.  It was personal.  And yet, I still walked away with a shiny hunk of tin for my troubles.  Never mind the fact that my friends are gone forever, and that brain surgery is expensive, even on a champ's salary.  I never wanted to be somebody, much less a somebody that other sombodies notice.  If I wanted anything less in my career, it was a target on my back bigger than the one that was already there for being a 'career outsider'"

Pizza Boy lowers his glasses and smiles a somewhat uncharacteristically sinister smile, especially given the holy surroundings.

"What you should know is that you are right to an extent.  I was you.  I was the kid with the bum breaks.  It was the encompassing theme of my career during my rookie year in EAW.  What you should realize though is that I'm not the new kid anymore.  I'm not hoping that you'll underestimate me so I can get an advantage.  I'm not playing possum when it comes to the abilities I put on display every single week inside of that ring.  Even if I wanted to, even if it were still a necessity to my in-ring game, I simply couldn't do it anymore.  People have seen me hang with Jamie O'Hara, Xavier Williams, team with HBB in winning efforts against what's turning out to be two career tag team champions in the Mercenaries.  People know the pizza boy's good now.  Omerta knew when they went up against me. That's why they all attacked me from behind every chance they got.  That's why they tried to relegate me to the simpering lost rookie I once was.  They couldn't handle this, and they were cold blooded killers in that ring.  Even now when given the chance to cross me on the first night of Showdown, Jones thought better of it and went after Lioncross, which isn't a small task within itself.

  In 2016 the EAW Locker Room Punching Bag came off the hook and started hitting back.  The question is whether or not you took his place.  I'd like to believe not, but again, you're a smart guy.  You seem to know eeeeverything, don't'cha? I tell ya, that locker room really loves a smart guy.  I mean, that IS why Kurt's in this match, right? Because you're such a smart guy? Maybe when they write your biography down the road, McAllister, they should consider the title 'Pride Before the Fall'.  I'd gladly write the forward for you.  Maybe then you'd cherish what I'm trying to tell you now."

PB takes off the shades and shrugs off the religious robes.  He starts to unzip his HBB inspired jacket as well and take off his ring boots as he stares into the camera with a concerned look replacing the prior heir of a cocky devil.

   "I'm not a pushover champion, Rex.  I want you and your buddy Kurt to know that.  He's a lost cause, but you? There's so much potential in you.  I mean, I've been at this for less than two years and even I can see it.  Quit being smart and maybe listen to someone whose been to the mountain top when they tell you that you have zero idea of what you're getting yourself into, and if you cleared out the attitude, if you didn't make it seem like everything with you is do or die, maybe just maybe you wont fall so far when you suffer this loss.  Maybe you'll get another shot, a fair shot, that single's match you and I both so desperately want against one another instead of this self-defeating quagmire with Burton that you've constructed.  When you lose that match, and you will lose at Territorial Invasion, I want you to realize that it's not because you need to train more, it's not because you need to fight harder, and it's not because you have the entire world against you.  It's because you keep putting the stumbling blocks down right before you get to the next landmark in your career.   Yeah, you may be a better wrestler than me.  You may have more experience in a chronological sense, but I've beaten better men than you.  Men who believed in me like you, men who respected me.  Some went on to become the top of the company and others fell to the wayside because they made an unconscious decision in their brain that I was where the buck stops.  I'm not even arrogant enough to think that myself, but if you think I'm your ticket to the top then you're as doomed and damned as some of the others.  But if you truly believe the things you say, that this isn't it for you, that this isn't our last match, that you will overcome and go on to do better things in this company then you don't even need me to get you there."

PB reaches under his podium and pulls out a wooden paddle with the words 'Abraham' crudely carved into it.  He plops it down onto the top of his podium and smirks into the camera.

"Speaking of possums, Kurt I haven't forgotten about you little buddy! Just last night I went outside and saw one of those night rats knocking over my neighbor's trash can and chewing on used feminine hygiene napkin.  Reminded me of you.   Mostly because it didn't make many audible noises past hissing, grunts, and the occasional wind breaking.  Where'd the tough guy act go? Where'd the clever verbiage and fun double entendre go? Or how about the flat out entendre about group self-pleasure? No? Out of naughty words already? Tut tut tut.  Did someone's mommy wash 'em's mouth out wit' soap?  C'mon! I miss ya buddy!"

PB pats his paddle like a Sunday school preacher patting the top of the good book for emphasis.

"We miss ya.  See, I was going to make you pick out your own switch, but since you're getting all coy and shy on me, I decided to put you through the trial's of Abraham.  I think there were around 10 or 12, and this thing at least has that many in it before I splinter it over your mangy head."

PB picks up the paddle and starts swinging it like a baseball bat, letting it crack through the air as he takes a few warm up swings with it.

"I made this just for you, and I'm getting really itchy to use it.  So how 'bout you go ahead and drop'em and see how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Burton Pop?  It would save you the trouble and humiliation of getting in the ring with me and being utterly trounced.  And yes,what I'm going to do to you at Territorial Invasion is waaaay more demeaning than what Abraham has planned for your 'binding of Isaac' if you will.  I might even bring out my pizza slicer and cut off that rat's nest you pass off as a beard.  Aw, who'm I kidding? That beard's the one thing you have that I envy you for, and it's going to remain that way, even after Territorial Invasion."

PB takes one last slow mo swing with the paddle.  He visors his eyes with his hand as he watches an invisible ball break the stratosphere.

"Fellas, I'll see you in Canada...which seems to be where that ball is going.  Maybe I'll make it there in time to catch it.  Oooh, and maybe try out that poutine pizza I've heard so much about."

The camera fades out on PB staring off through the stained glass windows as a light shines in on him from the outside.

*Chris Elite is shown sitting in a hotel room just sitting down on the couch with the lamp on and his New Breed Championship and a bottle of water*
 
 

Oh I’m sorry is this not the visual you expected?  Did you expect me to have a bunch of fake graves and tombstones with my opponent’s names on it? Sorry for the disappointment however unlike Zack I don’t need to do things like that.  See Zack does that as a lure he makes the visuals and the scenes so exciting and entertaining because he knows what he’s about to say isn’t exciting nor entertaining.  You know it’s kind of like those movie trailers where the trailer is so great it traps you and makes you watch the full movie and it just ends up being horrid.  Zack does that with the scenes he has going on before he speaks.  He lures the people in with all the cool stuff he has going on he makes you stay tuned in what he’s doing.  Making it look like he’s going to say something entertaining.  Then he opens his mouth and well…. It’s not entertaining.  It’s not interesting and most of the time it isn’t even true.  See unlike you Zack I don’t need to have a bunch of cool stuff going on behind me people see that I have spoken they click on the video and they listen to what I have to say.  No matter the back ground, no matter the stuff I have going on behind me.  I don’t need to lure the EAW Universe in they love to hear me speak regardless they know what I have to say is going to be entertaining.  They know what I say is going to be true.  When they see your name pop up they hesitate to click the video they think for a moment if they really want to take 5-10 minutes of their lives to hear you speak.  Then they see all the shit you have going on with all the fake tombstones so they click it and then by the end of it they are disappointed.  I mean I just wish you’d spend as much time you do with all the props and shit you have and focus it on saying something worth my while.  You trying to be so creative is just digging your own grave.  You trying to mock Team Ryder with all the tombs with our names on it isn’t doing anything but earning yourself a tomb with your name on it.  Is this what you wish to accomplish? Zack I remember what happened afterwards I remember the cowardly thing you did after.  The fans remember too it’s like they still smell that scent of salt coming off the body of you two after losing to us.  Yeah that’s sure something to brag about.  Instead of bragging about how you defeated us (Which you didn’t) you have to brag about what you did after the match.  I didn’t know you’d stoop so low Zack then to go on and call me a chicken shit?  I told you I was focused on my match Matt is a grown man he knew what he was getting himself into it was between you and him.  Zack versus Matt.  Now say the tables turned and me or Tyler Parker did go out there and help him defeat you.  Then you’d just be bitching about how he couldn’t do it on his own am I right or am I right Zack?  You’ll probably say I’m wrong.  Hell no matter what I say you’ll say I’m wrong or that I’m lying.  Like when I said I’m not scared of Lannister or I don’t fear him so what makes you think I’d fear you or your group of clowns? 
 
You are delusional Zack.  I haven’t been trying to dodge you I’ve just been focused on better things like being the champion your old friend JJ Silva couldn’t be.  However Matt asked me to be on his team he asked me to compete alongside him and the rest of Team Ryder to take on your team and I accepted.  Like I said before the things that went down at Dia Del Diablo to Matt Ryder won’t happen again at Territorial Invasion and I’ll make sure of it.   Want to know what I do believe in? Putting an end to OMERTA and help Matt putting an end to you.  That’s what I believe in and this weekend I make that belief I make that dream a reality.   Just like I made that dream of becoming champion a reality.  Just like I made that dream of retaining my championship a reality.  This weekend that dream I have to get rid of all of you idiots also becomes a reality.   OMERTA will no longer have their hands in booking.  Hell they won’t even have merchandise.  They’ll just have their hands in their pockets while standing in the unemployment line.  Make an Empire out of that.
 
Want to know what bugs me Terry?  The fact you think you know me so well.  The fact you think you know all my strengths and weaknesses when you barley even know your own strengths.  That’s what bugs me.  You think you got me all figured out until my foot is being implanted into your jaw.  What bugs me even more is the fact you have the nerve to get upset at Matt for mocking you and what happened to you at Grand Rampage when you’re whole team including you continue to mock me for my years of failure despite me having a title and you having… Well you don’t exactly have anything now do you Terry?  I blow?  Oh come on Terry what are we in grade school? At least when I said you suck I have valid points to prove it but for you to say I blow when I’m the one with the title to the left of me and you having nothing is just out right stupid.  I mean you can’t be a champion and suck (Unless you’re JJ Silva). I have the championship for a reason Terry and it’s not because I blow nor suck.  You are getting so worked up over these jokes not even realizing that they aren’t even jokes.  It’s all true stuff myself and my teammates bring up when it comes to you.   No piss will run down on my leg when I step in the ring with you.  However blood will run down from your face and from your mouth.  Terry you don’t win matches, you don’t win battles and you defiantly don’t win wars.  For god sakes you don’t win anything expect being the least scariest big man in the company.  I quit every time something doesn’t go my way? The whole year I’ve been back up until last month things haven’t gone my way. Not once have I thought about leaving or quitting.  Not once have I thought about up and leaving matter of fact.  When you were going through that whole depression mode after Grand Rampage and even months after weren’t you the one who contemplated leaving? Were you not the one who bitched and moaned because no one took you serious and they looked at you as a joke?  And after Territorial Invasion you’ll be doing it again.   “I’m not taken serious even though I’m a size of a bear so I’m going to bitch and moan until I get my way!” Terry I said it before and I’ll say it again. 
 
YOU
 
DO
 
NOT
 
SCARE
 
ME!
 
Never have and never will.  You will be part of the 5 motionless bodies on Saturday after our match.   While myself and the rest of Team Ryder celebrate in pain our victory over Team Crash.
 
 
Now let’s kill two birds with one stone here.  TJ and Nico they are some odd people.  Nico has all of his focus on one man in the match when it should be on everyone.  TJ is acting like this any regular old match with no stipulation.   Nico focusing all of his words on energy is going to get him hurt and TJ acting like he doesn’t give a damn about it is going to get him hurt.  This is a WAR! Yes I know how much you hate Tyler but you go in that ring and you focus all your attention on hurting him and no one else than someone else will hurt you!  I’m just giving you a healthy word of advice whether you want to keep voicing your frustrations on Tyler Parker and keep ignoring the rest of us is on you.   TJ making virgin jokes acting like this match is something of a joking matter if he wants to keep doing that than let him.  Just know out of the 5 those two will be feeling the most pain.
 
You know Lannister I never said I look down on you.  I just simply said you don’t put that same fear into my heart anymore.  I am just letting you know that you aren’t the same frightening man you once were.  I don’t look down on you despite my claim I still know what you are capable of in that ring I’m aware of that talent you possesses when that bell rings.  Don’t get me wrong it’s just that it’s might have been turned down a notch.  It’s not that same pep in your step you once had.  See because before people were nervous competing against you sweat was already pouring out of their face already before the match even started.   That’s what made you so good you knew what to expect already.  Nowadays though well against me anyway you won’t get that from me.  I will be calm you’ll see the same look on my face that you always see.  The same old laid back with a smirk on my face kind of look.  No look of fear or being nervous.   Not only do I claim to be a champion the world claims to me to be champion these fans claim me to be a champion.  A champion I can get behind, a champion this company can be proud of.   I know about the countless wars you’ve been through but I still think this is your toughest one yet.  This is a war that would traumatize any other ordinary man.  A war you would think would traumatize me however I’ve been waiting for a moment like this all my life.  All of my No Holds Barred Matches, My Cash in the Vault Ladder match.   The glass gauntlet match where I stole the show it all adds up to this very moment.  This match is like none other possibly one of the most dangerous matches and I step in the ring with one of the most dangerous men in Lannister.  That alone would also scare a regular man.  However I’m not regular, I am the New Breed Champion.  I am Gods Given Greatness I am the man who will look Lannister right in his eyes before I put my boot between them.  I am Chris Elite!  All my life I’ve been told I wouldn’t be able to be in matches like these.  All my life I was told I’d never be part of any big matches or championship matches now look at me!  This broken clock everyone keeps bringing up when it comes to me has been right more than twice.  I was right when I said me and Matt would defeat Zack and JJ.  I was right when I said I’d take the title off of JJ and become the champion he can only imagine being,  I was right when I said I’ll retain my championship and I’ll be right when I say this.  Team Ryder will be the victors of this match.   I look forward to this encounter more than anything else because I know you will regret doubting me.  I know you will regret these words you brew! I’m more in my element than ever before.  I’m ready for you Lannister no need for the warning just bring what you have to the table and lay it all out and I’ll do the same and were going to see who exactly needed the warning.

Maybe you're right. You're absolutely right. There's nothing I can say to hurt you... But there is more than one thing I can DO to hurt you. What I know about you, Eclipse, is what I have seen with my own eyes. Nobody needs to tell me anything. I know my opponents, always. Especially if I have been in the ring with them before. I know what you can do in the ring that is why I am so confident I am going to beat you. You're the same Eclipse Diemos you were when you and your Sanatorium puppets unscrupulously deprived me of my kingdom. You're the type of elitist who is incapable of evolving. It's been nearly a year and you're still the same person you were at King of Elite. You use the same dull strategy, the same tactics and you employ the schemes that have been seen by us all a million times before. Most of the elitists who refused to evolve  eventually perished and I won't be the surprised if the same happens to you.  We're living in possibly the most competitive age in the history of EAW. This is a new generation. New guys are constantly coming in with the willingness to try and do something new, with very  powerful and innovative aspirations . I have already established myself. So I wouldn't say my position in this company has been jeopardized but I honestly wouldn't say it's set in stone either. You haven't established yourself yet, you haven't reached the level I reached years ago. You're probably thinking that by taking this championship belt from me you could solidify your place in this company once and for all AND reach the top  - at my expense. But let's face it, Eclipse, even if you somehow manage to figure out a way to stop me and dethrone me you will still be the same Eclipse Diemos. And you will lose the World Heavyweight Championship in a blink of an eye to someone who DIDN'T refuse to evolve. Evolution is crucial to attain survival and sustain longevity as a professional wrestler. You have ruled out the possibility of revamping yourself, you're still the same opponent I know, the same opponent I confronted at King of Elite. I know your strengths and most importantly I know your weaknesses. You on the other hand don't know a damn thing about me, you have no idea what I have in store for you because I did not refuse to EVOLVE. All this time I have been surpassing myself again and gain and again even when it seemed like I couldn't anymore I still did. Everybody thought, everybody thinks I have reached my prime but I haven't. This still isn't the best I can do, Eclipse. And that alone scares you. I have experienced a metamorphosis. I've changed. That change may not be  visible right now but it will be soon, I promise you. So tell me now, how exactly do you plan on defeating an opponent you practically know nothing about? An opponent who has improved dramatically and continues to make drastic improvements? You have no idea, you know you don't have what it takes to beat me this time, not even with The Sanatoriums' help. And THAT is the truth, Eclipse. Now what you're trying to show me. I don't need to prove anything to you. I have proven myself time and time again to every guy in the locker room, to everyone in the EAW headquarters, to every single member of the EAW universe! Hell, you proved it yourself... You proved I can make you back down and tremble without me having to move a finger when you used The Sanatorium to become king. You knew you couldn't beat me, the inevitable fate that awaited you of tasting failure and being defeated by me  had you shaking in your boots, it was showing. These people who have been saying that you're going to beat me at Territorial Invasion? They are just as ignorant as you are. They don't know what I have in store for them and you sure as hell don't know what I have in store for you. You admitted you're afraid of me. Maybe you're expecting me to say I am afraid of you but I'd be lying if I said I am, Eclipse. Nothing you can say or do intimidates me. After what I said in my previous promo it's quite apparent there are no strings on me. I refuted the popular claim that I am Sebastian Monroe's puppet. You're just beating a dead horse. It's obvious you have nothing intelligent to say, you're running out of material so you just resort to calling me a puppet. You claim i say a lot of stuff other people have said before but aren't you doing the same? Difference is I don't say what I say about you because I lack material or because I am prejudiced.. No, I say what I say about you because it is the truth, the ABSOLUTE truth.

How exactly can you winning a championship belt change the world? Nothing you're saying makes any damn sense. You've beguiled people into following you, worshiping you like you're some type of god with a promise of a fabled world. You deceived them using myths and fantastical nonsense.  Do you honestly believe a world free of pain can exist? I doubt you truly do otherwise you really have a few screws loose. Pain has existed and will exist until the end of time. You deem it as a negative, adverse thing but it necessarily isn't. Yeah, pain can be excruciating, it can torture you but it can also inspire you, motivate you and sometimes it even turns failures into success stories. Every person that ever made history felt pain at some point in their life. It's the pain they felt that helped them make history. I'm speaking from experience.  I had to make many sacrifices, painful sacrifices. I had to go through so much. I failed many people so many times and that was painful. Probably every damn event I have been the protagonist of has been painful for me. Except for the glorious moments, the prosperous days I've lived obviously. So if you ask me I think what you're saying is all bullshit.  You're not doing this for a better world, you're doing this for yourself. To fulfill your own selfish desires.  Selfish desires you have disguised. You're a fraud, Eclipse. The only ones dumb enough to believe you aren't are your Sanatorium "brothers" and "sisters". But I hope you know your days fooling people and deceiving them are counted. Enjoy the time you have left because at Territorial Invasion I will expose your true colors. I'll show The Sanatorium that their so called "leader" is nothing more than clown using a disguise. A character, a terrible actor.

I don't know what I want? How do you know I don't? How can you be so sure? Can you read minds? Do you have a crystal ball where you see other people's future? Want to know something? I don't need a crystal ball to see your future. You already lost, I'm kicking your ass, claiming supremacy and cementing myself as one of the greatest World Heavyweight Champions Dynasty or any brand has ever seen. Nobody needs a crystal ball to predict such an obvious outcome.  You either forgot or refuse to acknowledge all those years I devoted to fighting corruption. I deprived a tyrant of his power, power he was abusing. Maybe that didn't make the world a  better place but ti sure made EAW a better place. What have you done to make the world a better place? Lure kids into your house? Funniest thing you've said is that the world will be better when you represent Dynasty as it's World Champion.. How the fuck does having you as World Champion makes the world better? If you want to change the world so badly go run for president or something. I'm tired, I am exhausted of listening to the same crap over and over again. I feel like I have won this battle and assure you I'll win the war. You're generally similar to my past adversaries. It's like  I am facing Tyler Parker or Mr. DEDEDE for the millionth time. Wait, no, that was way too generous. You're not that good. But you get the point. It's over, Eclipse. Admit it, you've already lost. If you come up with something more original to say to me perhaps I'll respond to you but for now it's not worth it.

Oh, Ryan Marx, how the philosopher in you couldn't seem to decipher these words, as instead they've been rung literal. Yes, Lannister made not a mistake when proclaiming you've been sounded out, but not by the one that stands before you truly. No, no, Ryan, the audacity within, for you to suggest that Lannister is of the mind that these excessive words actually bare a competitive nature to. Even with merit, Lannister can't help but believe he's overstayed his welcome. But that doesn't leave you off the hook, nor does it complete the sense in Lannister's worldly advice geared towards a foe. Of course you wouldn't listen, for the perspective was always destined to fall upon deaf ears. But nonetheless, this outspoken prospect seems perfectly fine with having himself sounded out by the voices of another. Because you see, Lannister himself is willing to throw a shade of complimentary endorsements Ryan Marx' way, a suggestion too far and in between. But for he will not hear it, as the pride is too sunk in. But how it matters not, accepted or declined, as the validity behind Ryan Marx is sounding out, not to that of his foes, but to the repetitive echos of his allies. For it's all about perspective, Lannister thought an intellectual mind like yours would come to understand such a delivering concept. But no, it appears you, too, are a man that lives within the world of assumptions. A pity, for how apparent it's become that there is so much more to learn.

There is a certain merit behind your index, albeit not to the gratitude of Zack Crash and OMERTA, but how your ambitions continue to sound out by the waves of repetition and nonsense that flows from the mouth of Tyler Parker and Matt Ryder. Lannister laid the onus upon himself to be the voice of reason for this crowning army, because if Zack Crash's gospel was being spread in the masses, why, Lannister would indeed be fighting the unjust causes he's come to despise. Lannister has become his own entity, his own army, if you will. He doesn't fight for the ambitions of Zack Crash, Crash can only hope to reek the benefits of Lannister's glory. That's where you and Lannister are alike, even if you won't take the realization in stride. Both meant to oblige as pawns in this servitude of war, while the ineptitude of its leaders lead both causes astray. There is no loyalty to be had, as this is the means of war without unison from either cause. The umbrella of OMERTA and Zack Crash does not extend into Lannister's reach, as the same can be echoed for you. Here you are, labeled as a misfit, censored as an outcast all because you're serving as replacement in this fickle. But Lannister sees not such a case, when staring back at you - for the outcast is anybody that finds themselves perfectly aligned. This is not a five-on-five war, this is an arms race for any that dare impose their will first. So when Lannister boasts his will, preaching his sentiments, it is not for the sake and will of those he can call unstable allies - it is for himself. Sound familiar? Because it should, but it all comes full circle now, as once again, Lannister has to resonate his point true. You seemed to take offense, by the implication that you have been deemed quiet - but you have. Not outspoken enough to lead to the conclusion that you fight your own fight - rather than the fight of Matt Ryder's. For Matt Ryder has spoken time and time again, contradicting every word you display, all because he is under the impression that he has created the team of unison for one and all. You continue to drive home the point that this is all for yourself, but why is it that there are conflicting reports? Because when the whole industry looks at you, all they'll see is a mirror image of Matt Ryder's ambitions. And when the channeling hype surrounds itself around the masses, it'll only draw ire as Tyler Parker's repetitive tones are the only ones receiving soundbites.

You see how this controverts the picture you've painted, with your inner ambitions? You want to set checkmate to the king, when you happen to be blocked in your right of passage by those you aligned yourself with. The "sacrifices" you've made to achieve, appear to have been left in vein. You have a philosopher's mind, yet not the sense of mind to see that you're the only one sacrificing. Lannister hates to say it, but the small influence you stake to this world, is being used in means other than your own. Perhaps you will come to the grips that even an intellectual man like yourself can be prone to miscalculations, but that is the only constellation prize in setting yourself up to fail at Territorial Invasion. The hope that history will deem itself unfit to repeat. But Lannister has come to rally behind the adage that time is a flat circle. The formula enchanted within this life, that history repeats itself when given the opportunity, over and over... and over again. Eventually the long road of excuses men call poor decisions, turn out to be the label of a sequence of ones own life decisions. For you sake, Marx - that is not your future to bare. Because you still defy the lack of logic behind siding behind the ideals of Team Ryder, even after finally bringing awareness to the fact that you share the crown with men who dare not represent your era. And with age, comes entitlement, do you fully expect the lion's share of this glory, even if you were to accomplish your idealistic desires? Why of course not, as the yearning for what you desire is second rate in the eyes of your superiors. You may wish to play the role of king slayer, but how the egocentrics on display will only allow you to play fiddle as the sidekick. Your worth might be more than that of a replacement, but how you are lettered with the stench of just another name. Such a dangerous oath to partake in, when your role is mirrored in disappointing absolution. You are more of a man than any Lannister opposes, but how you'll never be given the lime of light to showcase it. A pity, for you have more to showcase than all of Lioncross, Tyler Parker, Matt Ryder, and Chris Elite. But alas, here you are, at the bottom of the food chain, and the ambitions of those before haven't had their egos fed yet. You are caught in no man's land - and that shovel of yourself destined to find itself nothing but obsolete. Or do you have what it takes to bite the hand that feeds?

Oh Parker, starting just where you left off - except this time, the words more petty than before. But by all means, go right ahead and enlighten the land on what match Lannister has lost because he didn't put forth the effort? Tell Lannister, oh resourceful one. No, no need to ponder such a question, for the answer actually lies in this being yet another echoing fable told from the mouth of Tyler Parker. If what you mean by "I talk normally" then yes, this is exactly the Tyler Parker we've come to expect. Once more, you cannot provide the source for in which you do not compensate. Or perhaps what else you mean is this continuous urge to repeat what you THINK is going to happen at Territorial Invasion, and apply it as if it were some truth gospel. All Lannister hears from you Tyler Parker is "I will this, I will that", as you continuously try to dumb Lannister down to your level. This is not hype, this is a biased prediction. Come on, you're better than that. Lannister would have expected more than the "Two-time world champion, headliner of Pain for Pride!" So disappointing. But alas, just like you have come to repeat, your recent memory suggests such a gesture isn't out of the norm. Always disappointing, always denying the validity of it all. Go right ahead and make assumptions on the future Parker, but do realize nobody is listening to these qualms. Lannister is not concerned with how you label yourself, so you can come to stop using the bait as a key component of your arsenal. Lannister is numb to your code already, and you won't allow yourself to submit to the grips of Lannister calling you out on such pretentious visions that will never be met. That's why Lannister has seemingly struck a nerve in you, as the tolerance level has met the breaking point. Oh, how mighty of you Tyler Parker, to no longer "take it easy" on Lannister, as if a favor is being made. Don't flatter yourself with these falsehoods, Lannister nor the world would ever buy into your egocentric credo. You might be able to fool yourself, standing on high moral grounds for such a claim - but Lannister just knows this is a concession you've made with yourself, for when the time materializes, and you need an excuse to hide behind.

How mightily exaggerated Lannister's downfall has been perceived by the entire stake of Team Ryder. But specifically you, Tyler Parker.

"Lannister is not the same man. Lannister is not the same man. Lannister is not the same man." The quote resonates, echoing from hall to hall among the members that repeat such a wretched dogma. But specifically you, Parker - your envy has prejudicial-bases of judgment towards Lannister without an analytical view of merit. Inexcusably, these two-bit accusations from the horses' mouths have no evident claims, yet are weighed as authentic fact. But how the truth of it all could never be handled by such resentful spawns. But you, Tyler Parker? Why, you're the uttermost spiteful of them all. These phrasings you tell yourself will no doubt help you sleep at night, and you can find a soothing comfort in the defamation you spread, but they will not serve your purpose. It is obligatory of Lannister to point out, that no matter the enforced insolence of fabrication you happen to spread, it does not re-write the ink that penned history. Because here is the slobberknocker of it all: In Lannister's three seasons of being apart of the land of Elite, one could count on one hand, in a literal sense, the number of men Lannister has fallen to. And with the half of them, Lannister evened the score, regardless. So to model this fact, it becomes quite clear the contradiction behind the only base of attack that Matt Ryder continues to persist upon.

Ares Vendetta. Brian Daniels. Diamond Cage. Jaywalker.

Just four, only four, with only two being apart of the 2016 equation. And yet there is a want to label Lannister as a man who has fallen off a cliff. Pathetic. Any man would not even dare compare such a track record to their own. But this is where it gets fun, because the inverse is ever so worth the humor in it all. How about you, Tyler Parker? Just with a quick shift of research, and it has surfaced that your list has more than doubled within the time-frame, and that is without getting to the bare-bones of it all.

Ares Vendetta. Brian Daniels, a tap out no less. Mr. DEDEDE. Tiberius Jones, an ally no less. TLA. Zack Crash, another ally no less. Aren Mstislav. Tarah Nova, a woman no less.

"But all I do is win," huh? Your persistence is rather something to marvel at, admittedly, but how devious you and your claims continue to be. You boast as if you've never been defeated, knocked down - but here you are, as flawed and defeated as they come. When Lannister meets you in the ring, he is facing no god, just the complex of one. When Lannister meets you in that ring, he is facing no champion, just one that lives in the past of one. And when Lannister meets you in that ring, he is facing no machine, just the shattered pieces of a broken one. You have sought forever it seems to welcome back the tales of a former glory, but how those days are long gone, Parker. And they shall never resurface again. The lust and apathy of it all, and it's burning you from the inside out. You ask yourself why Lannister has such a glowing confidence about him, and the answer lies within the number set before you. Lannister's quote-on-quote "hardships" only appear bold by the cynical, and how Lannister would hate to see how they judge you. Tapping out to the man that ripped away your championship glory. Being pinned and humiliated by a woman, regardless of the circumstances? Falling to two of Lannister's allies, yet expecting to be the most revered peer? Har, don't make Lannister laugh in your name. Lannister wouldn't want to join the rest of the world in that regard, now would he? The only trace of worth to you still Tyler Parker, is that within your own mind. You are your greatest, and only, cheerleader, and with it you have built up this penance to seclude yourself from the truth. So of course it was only in your nature to deny the claims made by Lannister that you are not that same man. You have etched it into your own DNA. But that is your defect, not your gain. One of these days, the cries for attention have to not be worn on your sleeve. Because the act isn't worth putting on anymore, let alone worth seeing. It shames Lannister that when he comes to face you at Territorial Invasion, in this act of war, that he is not coming to interact with the man you identify yourself to be. Because THAT Tyler Parker, and ONLY that Tyler Parker, would be a clash worth seeing. Instead, Lannister is left with this insubstantial, emasculated adaptation to contend with.

But how that leaves Lannister to you, Chris Elite. No, Lannister will not make the uncanny, conventional display of words proclaiming how surprised he is to see you join, because such a tiring act that has become. Lannister has already riled up such an exasperation of tone from Ryan Marx for the same troll, so you sadly will have to miss out on such a jest. But that doesn't equate to Lannister sanctioning you to sit there idle, now does it? Oh, Chris Elite, how Lannister cannot help that he is the ultimate satisfaction to all your feeble senses. Are you really that much of a simpleton mind to believe Lannister breeds on your fear? Don't feel so invalidated though, as you are not alone in such a fallacy of the mind. But you are to be rejected in the means that this somehow makes you any more different from those that have succumb to Lannister's will. Once more, the echoing chamber is alive, as you too have resorted to the idea that Lannister is not the same man that his stature lives upon. Lannister dares not the reason to repeat, as the onus is on you to read up on the factual claim. But it does seem so convenient, doesn't it? That you actually have pawned it off in your mind that now you consider yourself a champion, that you can look down upon the one they call Lannister. Lannister gets it, he truly does, for you never in a million years thought you'd even have the comprehensible chance to make such a claim. So yes, you must take this chance while the opportunity is prime, Lannister gets all that. But the audacity in you, to actually come to believe the words you brew. Elite, it goes without saying that you would be rejected at the mere sight of eyeing down Lannister's brass.

The pandemonium in it all, a concept in which would far exceed what you've come to exist in. There is a reason the upper-minds of this company have segregated the likes of you from Lannister. That does not mean you cannot look forward to such an encounter, but oh how it was for your better kept interests. Go right ahead and claim yourself wiser, and go right ahead and let it sound true within your head. But that is a failing equation when all you have to write home about is the imitation of one success. Lannister was never meant to defile you, but the forces being at your dismay, it appears that the possibility has at the very least opened. No, Lannister is not going to escalate his ego and proclaim himself this superior entity of moral ground by "taking it easy" on you, as that's Tyler Parker's name to fame. But he will give you everything within the arsenal, so do with that knowledge as you see fit. Because you were in the right of it, when suggesting that Lannister would take your claims as a joke - because that's exactly what they are. A nonsensical design, devised to clog your senses from the reality of the circumstance. But don't take the hilarity of it as personal, as neither you nor Lannister are here to blame. Instead, that falls upon the shoulders of Matt Ryder, selecting yet another member unfit to partake in this war. Another creature outmatched to the class that resides on the opposing side of the battlefield. You will walk away from this with your head leaning in nothing but shame, and for what cost? A reign, a motive that not shares yours? Pathetic, another soldier mindlessly volunteered to a lost cause. Ryder persuaded you into joining his facade out of nothing but personal net gain. Do you REALLY think Matt Ryder saw a window of opportunity in you, as a means to furthering his chances at war? No, face it, Elite, you are the bait that hooks at the end of the line, and you have just been cast out Lannister's way. You are Matt Ryder's excuse to cling, if he is unable to finish off Zack Crash on his lonesome self. Because it will be your downfall he blames, and not himself, if it comes to it that Lannister's foretelling comes to fruition. The irony in it all, Chris. Proclaiming to be wiser than ever before, yet more suspect-able to the propaganda than you've ever been. The writing was on the walls even then, of your role and part in his war, yet you chose to enlist anyway. Please tell Lannister there is something to this after all, and not just a means to garner attention. Because that is a cause that Lannister deems not worth the lure. But there's no turning back the clock now, as the champion has made his burden absolute and known. Just for your sake, Elite - the visions of glory still lie ahead. But here, at Territorial Invasion, you're out of your element. And you were never given the spurs to be the catalyst of this design. And just to give a playback on your lack of fear - because ready or not, here Lannister comes.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Aren we’ve both been in EAW for a long time now. And I remember the day we met very vividly. We were both searching for a partner for the Young lion’s Cup Tourney. We bumped into each other and banded together. It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. A friendship that developed into a brotherhood. A bond that would never be broken. At least that is what we told each other. I remember those fateful words you uttered to me. “Don’t worry Nas, one day we will rise up and conquer this industry together! We’ll reign as it’s two supreme competitors at the very tip top of the business! As long as we stay united, we can achieve anything and everything!” Those words always stuck with me. They still do. But for different reasons. Now I remember them for not the bond we share, but as a reminder to myself who you once were. Just so I can see how drastically you have changed. Just how much of a metamorphosys you have gone through over time. Just how much of a spoiled BITCH you have turned into. Now I will love to see how much YOU moan when you stand out their on the stage or ramp and turn back around to hear a crowd filled of people going absolutely bananas with me standing on one of those turnbuckles with the EAW Championship high in the sky and say this. “BEST! WRESTLER! ALIVE!” Then I want to know what you’ll have to say. Because for you to claim I moan when all YOU have done since I became number one contender WAS Cry, Whine, Moan, Complain, and BITCH! You mistake what I have done for that. While you complain about having to face me for the EAW Championship, I speak the TRUTH about what is real in this business! And I call out bullshit whenever I see it. That’s why I continue to take shots at one Sunday Night Voltage General Manager, Carlos Rosso. It is because I am the Agent of Change! Carlos has the power and the authority to bring in that change. He has the position and the ability to make, well not this entire company, but at least this brand what it CAN and SHOULD be! And I know I am not the only one who is concerned about these things. And that is because I already know both the Hardcore Champion and member of Team Voltage Nathan Fiora and MY pick to win the Hardcore Invitational Phoenix Winterborn. They have both called out Carlos as well. Just the fact that he allowed a man from Dynasty to highjack the main event of Voltage and force an awkward situation ending the night like he did, makes him unfit for his position. Then again, Carlos is an old bastard who doesn’t know what this company needs in its Main Event Caliber Elitists in 2016! Take Phoenix for example, kid pours his heart and soul out into this night in and night out. Yet a man like Y2Impact who has only competed in two damn matches since he LOST at Pain For Pride can all of a sudden be placed as the Captain of Team Voltage and possibly have a shot at what could be MY EAW Championship post Territorial Invasion?! What has Y2Impact done to earn that right? Is he here night in and night out busting his ass for these people? A guy like him is the exact issue with this company! Then again someone would argue Impact has the weight and seniority to pick his battles as he pleases. Don’t you think that there is something extremely wrong about the fact that he can do that? Take the Answers World Champion for example! Ares Vendetta, a man who LITERALLY picked his opponent for TI! Look at the whole roster of showdown. There are so many breakout stars crying out for an opportunity like that, and he gives it to a man who does not need it. That is the damn ISSUE! Carlos isn’t gonna fix it, and obviously you aren’t Aren. The reason YOU don’t stand up for what’s right is because you already have what you want. You are on top of the world. You’re the EAW Champion. You’ve become just like all the others before you. Just like Vic, Just like Jamie, Just like Xavier. You’re not fresh. You’re not innovative. All you are is just another man that “THEY” want on top. Now you won’t admit it yourself, but you know just as well as I and these people do, there is an agenda, there is a system, there is a plan around here. And whatever plans those are, all of them include “Prevent Nasir from becoming champion at all costs!” Unfortunately any and every hurdle that will be placed in front of me, I will get passed it. No I won’t jump over it. I won’t maneuver around it. I’m going to ram myself straight through it!

The fact is Aren, in order for me to get what I want, I have to become EAW Champion. And I have to overcome the single largest obstacle of my career, aka YOU! In order for Nasir the god finally bring his devout followers, aka these fans to FINALLY reach the promise land, he has to put away that lying, backstabbing, greedy brother of his. Now I have no issue with that whatsoever as you know all too well dear brother. I prove to the world I CAN overcome you AND I win the EAW Championship in the process. The ultimate WIN WIN scenario for me. But see you have made this into a personal affair. This could have just been a title match between two brothers to decide the fate of Sunday Nights, but now it is so much more. And the reason for that is because of you Aren. Your ego and your selfishness won’t allow for anyone else to stand equal to you at the top. As I said you’re no different from any of the EAW Champions that have come before you. Because now you view me as the nobody that doesn’t belong in the conversation with you, when in actuality, just a couple of months ago, that’s how YOU were viewed. As I suspected, that championship has corrupted you. It has turned you. Either that, or you’ve just always wanted to see me suffer. It’s one of the two, and either way I won’t accept it! And unlike some people around here, I’m not going to sit by and moap about it, because yeah, I do have a ton of gripes with this company. It’s not about EAW itself. I love Elite Answers Wrestling ladies and gentlemen. I just have huge issues with the way the place is run. Mainly with, the way that those who are in that top tier, are selected. How can a man with no care for anyone in the world and no love for what is right about this business be allowed to carry the banner as the EAW Champion, yet a good kid like me is widely considered to have no chance and should just go back home! That’s what they tell me. I remember vividly, Jamie O’hara straight up told me with no regrets, “Why don’t you just leave again?” Well Jamie, my reason is this. It’s because of men like you. Men like you who are afforded these premier spots here on Sunday Night, or just in the land of the elites in general. It disgusts me. I loathe the idea of it entirely. And when I say men like Jamie, yes Aren I am directly referring to you. Because the fact is, I have way too much at stake and way too many people counting on me to drop the ball here. I have entire arenas filled to the brim with people chanting my name as loud as they can to absolutely no end! Why? BECAUSE they want me on top! More specifically I have people back home that are rooting on me, people that NEED me to win this one. Friends and Family. Community members. Kids. There are children who look at me as the example that when you stand up and voice your opinion, you can make anything happen! And what I will make happen is me beating you straight up for the EAW Championship come Territorial Invasion this weekend! The only regret I have is not standing up and doing any of this sooner. The only regret I have is not rising to the occasion to be their hero sooner. For not becoming that Agent of Change that this company sorely needs sooner. For not leading this place into its future anytime sooner. And for not shutting your big mouth for good anytime sooner! But it’s fine, because come this weekend, we’re gonna find out everything. All the questions will be answered. We’ll see who the true weak link is in this connection. We’ll see who the true face of Sunday Night Voltage is going to be. And we’ll see if I can not only survive, but thrive in the big fight feel, big match situation in Vancouver! Aren. You know how a over a month ago I used to always say how I was “next up like I was adjacent to the greatest”? Well no longer am I adjacent to the man, now I stand across from him as his opponent and the single biggest threat to his reign as EAW Champion. And I will prove to you and the entire world why I am the BEST! WRESTLER! ALIVE! And not only is that a promise, but that is Whats...Poppin...Tho.

Ladies and gentlemen! Mesdames et Messieurs! Damas y Caballeros! Please stand up and great with a warm welcome the man known as....Phoenix Winterborn!!!


From the vally of shadow of death you come once more! And you come in this state full of sorrow, full of agony and misery! This black parade that this man walks around can only rise the question. What is wrong in that damned head of his? Look at this man and his faild revolution for respect. Can anyone look at you Winterborn and consider that you are worthy of respect?


Does your damaged mind really work like that? Should I be the one will shatter your dreams? But haven't I done that already? Didn't I break those dreams two weeks ago? Nope I didn't, because a fool will only put his head put farther in his ass when he loses. It's a way of protecting you ego. It's a way to hide your shame. A way to make sure you are safe in that bubble of yours. A safe space where only are allowed! With that in mind, I didn't break your dreams, I just made sure you just put your head in your ass even deeper!


I can accept that I am to blame for him begin the same old spot monkey cog he always was. But isn't it interesting to study his word? His motions? To stay here and analyze him! You really get a bigger picture of how he works. But reality is that it isn't that much a picture you could look at more than once. The reason for that is that, Winterborn, stand in this machine just like all the others. Just another vermin waiting for it's moment of glory. It's the promise of the big time that keeps these robots coming, one after the other only to add more parts to this machine of madness!


With all of that, there is a very big difference when it comes to this cogs. Normal cogs are made of metal made to resist for as long as possible. But the cogs that EAW works on? They are made of flesh! And flesh decay's and burns! But Winterborn knows all about burning flesh, his flesh has felt the fire better then I could explain it. His ears have heard my words and while he chose to ignore them, they still burned in him! I guess that is why he avoiding saying anything about what I talked about! The segment! The fact that he doesn't deserve respect! Now I can only understand better than anyone. I scared him. I hit him in the right place with my words. If he is so weak that my words could make him avoid everything I talked about I guess my point was made. Now watch him come out and talk about how unimportant I am for him to listen to me, or how I was so wrong that he didn't want to answer. I call bullshit!


I call bullshit on his antics! I call bullshit on his words! I call bullshit on his excuses. Two weeks ago, I wasn't lucky! I defeated you fair in the square ring! Prove to me that you are smarter than anyone in this match! Prove to me that you are smarter than me! When you couldn't even apper on a simple segement to hype yourself up! Prove to me how smart you are when my Fleur de Lis hits you! Prove me how smart of a wrestler you really are when you got put through a flaming table yourself! I really want you show the world how smart you really are? Because what I am getting from you, is just another vibe of your hyperinflated ego trying to save you from reality! But don't worry, I'll make sure reality will hit you hard and strong.


Now, we have to move on to Cetinich! Isn't it kind of cute how he is trying to man up his friend? How he is telling all those stories only to comfort him friend in need? It can only make you wonder if these two will even hit each other this match? In all honestly an emotional story like this is made to warm your heart and make you consider things in life. Like the choices we make or the fact that sometimes we are unable to move on! But that applies to children! A children holding at it's mother's tit with dear life, not to leat the milk go away. To put my foot in this emotional message, I can't help but say that this was all for nothing. But that aside. I wonder if these two will hit each other in the ring? Look at them! One of them is crying like a bitch and the other one is trying to be a moral support to him. I have seen dysfunctional teams, but no team that I have seen can compare to them! This moral support claims to be the Hannibal Lector of Hardcore! That is a nice way to compare yourself, to bring a little shadow into the mind of your opponents. But brutal violence alone doesn't help, I hope you know that. You also need to know what you are doing. Hey! You might just know! But is that enough? One of Lector's more powerful weapons was that he could play with your mind until you gave in! He scared you sometimes to do that. But how will that help you when I am not scared of you or anyone else? What is there left for you to do then?



I have very few words for Fedor. This man just proves more and more that he is child running for his dream! This "kid-with-a-heart" card seems almost suicidal for this man! He is willing to come in ring with delusional fools and demented men! Only for the chance to put his hands on a piece of leather with some metal parts on it! In this whole match, I think this man is the most demented of us all! To fight against your nature for nothing, makes you even more crazy than people that fight for the pure pleasure of fighting, for the pure pleasure of pain! And yet with all that suicidal desire, he is still haunted by the carnage of the hardcore scramble match. He wants to prove himself to the world! He wants to show that is the better man! Let me tell you about begin the better man! You aren't! Simple as that! You try to motivate yourself like a little child! You talk so much trying to hype your self up! You scared, of course you are! Look at how you act! You act like a scared child trying to win back his mother's love by bringing her flowers but begin to scared after the beating he took last time! An abused child! That is what you really are! Wake up! And wake up now! Or else those memories of the hardcore scramble match will happen once more and you will hidning under the ring to still be safe. Be a man! For once in your life act like a man and stop crying around and hoping like a child! No motivational speaker will help you in this match, a child trying to find salvation in youtube videos! A little boy with all the hopes in the world! And you call yourself a wrestler? You're nothing more than a crying little bitch! Man the fuck up! You're still a cog in this machine, a helpless one! I saw very few of these, but I saw them! Now to end things. I think my next Fleur de Lis will be a Superkick in someones balls followed by a bitch slap and a Elbow Smash. Because some people deserve much more than just one elbow to the head, they deserve a good hard hit of reality.

“What is it about me that gets under your skin so much Lucian? I understand the frustration coming into play from the fact that I’m not at all surprised by your words. You aren’t someone who can come up with something stinging or really hurtful to me. You can’t. You can’t because what you know about me is what everyone else has told you. Everyone else has shown you fire. They have shown you their own pride, their anger, their malice, their rage, their hatred. I don’t show you that. I show you truth. I show you what it is that I see. What I view. What this world is. And that’s what is making your pride come out, isn’t it? That’s the driving force behind what you are saying. You need to prove that you can make me back down, that you can make me tremble. Well, here is a surprise for you Lucian. You don’t have to try. I’m not as stubborn in my mind as you are. I’m not an idiot. I know what you can do to me in the ring, and I know how you can win matches by yourself with ease. I’ve seen you do it. I’ve felt the brunt of your attacks. Am I afraid of you? Yes. I’m afraid of almost any competitor I go up against. That’s the beauty of an in ring matchup. I can feel the fear. I can feel the sensation of me being afraid again. And that’s what makes it all the better when I fight past it. That’s the joy of it Lucian. You don’t understand that joy. You refuse to understand that joy, just like many of the others that I’ve faced. Do you see where we differ? You like to view yourself as unique to me, a threat that I have never faced before...and I’m willing to admit that. You are unlike many of the people I’ve faced...except for what you say. You say many of the things that other people have said to me before. You talk of your pride. You talk of your accomplishments, your struggle to meet the top and how this is your world. That you are your own person, despite those strings that are pulling you along every step of the way. Those same strings that you claim you do not have, but a Pinnochio you are not. You have no strings? Yet, everyone can see them, plain as the smile upon my face Lucian. Yet...your pride is making you say things that are not true in the slightest. Things that I want to comment on. I want to talk about these things more...and teach you another lesson. Another bit of the Humors, shall we? And we shall talk about one of my favorites. Choleric.”

A single light illuminated a new figure, this one decidedly female. Written upon her exposed stomach was the word - Worthless. A line of holes and pockmarks riddled her arms, evidence of drug use. Resting upon her head, a crown made of barbed wire, the points digging deep into her skin. Her mouth was gagged by duct tape, and even that had writing upon it. The word: Liar. Her hands and feet were nailed to a makeshift cross, slots on the sides of the cross that supported her arms and her legs. The cross had an X shape, so that her entire body was splayed out. Blood had pooled around the nails used to drive her hands through. She opened her eyes, her body lolling awake as Eclipse walked into the room, his face covered by what seemed to be a half mask. The mask only covered the top part of his face, shadowing his eyes. Written on the mask, in Sanguinis red, was a simple word. FEAR. He grasped the light, leading it slowly towards the woman and shining it upon her body before pulling the light away. As the light swayed it illuminated a child who was curled on the ground, her face seen for a bitter instant. A horrid burn running across the left side of her face, the skin looking unnaturally smooth. Doll like. Eclipse placed his hand gently on top of the child’s head as the light swung back and forth, before her footsteps could be heard leaving the room.


“Lucian. This is the lesson. The lesson of the humor known as Choleric. Choleric is situated in what many believed to be the Spleen. Choleric, originating as Yellow Bile in the human body, was believed to represent Summer as well. Fitting isn’t it? Mostly because Choleric emotionally represents a few solid things. It represents an ambitious attitude, a leader like mentality, a restless nature, and above all else...it represents one who is easily angered. Now the thing is, all of these humors can be traced between everyone, can’t they? I’m not going to sit here on a high horse, or on my throne as it were, and say that these aren’t who I am. I have all of these emotions as well. So let’s turn these little arguments over and over shall we. Let’s see how I have these, and how you do...and look at those stark differences. Am I ambitious? I crawled from the very bottom of where I was in EAW to get this, the crown that encapsulates me as its King. A title that the corporation created, but one that you have only ever heard me use to further drive a point in. That this is who I am, because of what was created. Without this crown, I would still be the man that I am. I would still be seeking what you have around your waist. It doesn’t matter to me how I get what I desire in this world, as long as I get it. And what I desire isn’t that title for my own benefit. The world that my brothers and sisters create, a world where people like me cannot exist...that world is what I desire. And that title will help to bring it about. That title will be used to usher in the world that everyone here needs...a world free of the pain that these littles one had to face. A world free of the lies that others tell you. My world of truth. That is an ambition that I will not stop fighting for, until I die. Leader like mentality? I am the patriarch of the Sanatorium. The creator of this, the home of the forgotten toys. I’ve led my family since its creation, and above all else I know what a leader should be. A leader shouldn’t be a man who leads from the back, calling orders with no regard for his troops. No...I lead from the front. I won’t crawl across the backs of my family to reach the top, but my corpse will be the bridge that gets them across to the world that we lead if that is what it takes. Restless nature? The only nature we can have in EAW. The nature of always wanting to do something, always wanting to achieve something, grasp something, take hold of the world by its throat if need be. All of us have this nature. And above all else...easily angered. My anger is a fury unlike your own Lucian. Mine is not a clenched fist and a roar of hatred and despair. Mine is collected. Seething. A roiling storm on the horizon. I unleash it in the ring, on the hopeless souls that dare to transgress against me. That is my anger. And it comes so easily for those that know where to look. Where to press. Where to dig the knife in. Those people who can rile my anger easily? Gabriel Eden was one such person. Those that pretend to understand my insanity, but you have seen what happens to them. Those who claim themselves to be gods on this earth. And those that refuse to accept their own fear. Those that are too stubborn to know that their fear isn’t a weakness. Those like you Lucian. And there are many of you.”

He brushed his hand slowly through his hair as he walked to the cross. His left hand brushed against the wood of the left arm side before he reached back, undoing a latch on the cross. The woman looked at him with wide eyes, her breathing starting to intensify as he began to wiggle the beam. He pushed it forward, violently, the section bending all the way to back as her arm snapped from the shoulder. She screamed into the duct tape, her eyes widening as tears had already begun to form. The muffled noise didn’t seem to affect him all that much. Once again, his eyes displayed nothing more than a calm edge. Torture was part of the justice. He let out a steady breath before heading to the other side, simply yanking the second arm piece down with a soft snarl. The bones snapping was what caught his attention the most. Their sound. Like taking a bunch of sticks and breaking them all at once. Surprising what noises the human body could produce when put under just enough stress. His attentioned moved along the body casually before his eyes turned back to the light just over his head.


“You, Lucian. Your pride judges many of these emotions. And it is far different from mine. You have ambition, but an ambition of someone who truly doesn’t know what they want. You don’t have lofty goals or ideals, because you have no ideals. Your goal is to be the best, but that is a cyclical goal. What happens if you achieve perfection Lucian? If you cannot improve? You stagnate. You talk about how you were an inspiration to the voiceless, to the weak, and that this was your goal, but what have you inspired? What child has been inspired by your words? What have you done to improve the world outside of your own? Lucian, your ambition isn’t as noble as you believe. You aren’t some paladin on a virtuous quest who has found the holy grail. You are simply a product of that same corruption you fought. Are you corrupt? No. Not in the slightest. But the goals and ideals you believe to fight, you have simply strengthened. What of your leader like mentality? That is the one that we share. The two of us are leaders from the front. We are warriors that masquerade as kings. Men who will gladly sacrifice their lives for their comrades. For you, it is Dynasty. For me, my family. One way or the other we get what we want and what we feel is best for our own personal families...and we will just have to see whose ambition is stronger. What of your restless nature? As I said, we share the same one. Yet I seek improvement of self. You make it sound like I don’t train. Like I don’t put in the same effort that you do when it comes to our fights. You think that I just sit on my ass and watch television until a fight? No, Lucian. My knuckles are raw from striking at the punching bag, my arms aching from lifting weights, but above all else, my soul is the one that hungers. You are not superior to me due to what we do to get ready for in ring competition, Lucian. Pretending that you are does not prove anything. When it comes down to what to do in the ring, you know that I can fight just as well as anyone, and don’t you pretend otherwise. There is one last thing though. Easily angered. I thought this fit all too personally for you, Lucian. Because you are unable to control your own anger. You are the epitome of a wild beast when angry. You lash out, but your jaw clenches harder, your teeth impale more, and your claws cut deeper. That anger though...leads you into the pitfalls the hunter lays. The traps that beckon you into oblivion. Yes, you are easily angered. And yours is the anger that strikes quickly and strikes effectively. It does not shrink away, and it does not pull its punches. It is a fury unlike any other. But yours is the storm that blows over within hours, mine is the one that rages for days. And mine will leave far more of an impact than yours ever will.”

His voice takes on a soft tone and he looks through the door, noticing the brilliant blue eyes of the girl who he had saved from this...horrid creature that called itself mother. His eyes scanned hers, finding the sense of sadness and fear had begun to drift away. Happiness shining in them. Behind her, the pale arms of Jocelyn wrapped around her, now a bit of muscle forming from her training with Stephanie Matsuda. He let out a soft laugh as he watched the two of them before reaching down and picking up a straight razor from the table and walking back over towards the woman.


“I know that you will counter back to this in your own way. Your own...dull and uninteresting fashion of barreling through anything I say with indignation and stubborn pride. Pride that will cause you to fall. So let that yellow bile fill up your body Lucian. Let those emotions ring out and cause your destruction at the hands of Fear Incarnate. So go on and fight Lucian. Fight me with your hollow words that ring out false. Fight me with your pride that will be but a snuffed candle in my darkness. Fight me Lucian! Kill me if you can! See if you can make a corpse of me! See if you can rid this world of the nightmare it created! I want to see you try. But as long as you continue to doubt me and deny me...you never will. Lucian. Fear me. Accept your fear and survive.”

HIs gaze turned to the woman and with a heavy sigh he reached up, running the razor vertically down her throat before slicing across it, forming a second cross that allowed the arterial blood to spray against his face. He closed his eyes and mouth, coating the mask in the rain of past sins and debauchery. He let out a soft breath, his eyes flickering before he turned, his eyes still closed as he reached up to the light. His hand clenched it close before Jocelyn reached her arm in, gently flicking it off.

“Lucian. Kill me.”

 
I want to tell you all a story. During my time of retirement, I lived back in my hometown of Brisbane, Australia. I started up my own wrestling school within the heart of the city, and taught teenagers and young adults the art of wrestling. It was a tough job to master for a beginner like me, but I learned on the job, and they all looked up to me. They all knew who I was – the majority of Australia knows who I am. I have made a name for myself in the wrestling industry after all. Anyway, one of my favourite aspects of the job was training the teenagers. Some were as young as 13 years of age, and it was amazing to see how much heart some of those little kids had. More heart and passion I have seen in those kids then I have seen in most professional wrestlers today. I walk through the locker room on Voltage and I see some wrestlers here that have all the talent in the world, but don’t have the heart. It’s sad to see that, because it’s those people who won’t succeed in this business. It’s just a stone cold fact. I trained this one kid – a young boy about 14 years old named Devin Seers. I’ll never forget his name, and I certainly will never forget that face. He lived with his Aunt because his parents were killed in a car accident when he was 10 years old, so he is only four years removed from some serious life-altering stuff. His Aunt was a single woman, divorced from Devin’s Uncle. Cheated on the man, the poor bastard. His Aunt, who’s name escapes me unfortunately, is the type of woman that would use her sexual deviancy to get whatever she wanted. She tried it on me once to see if I could charge cheaper than what she was paying for Devin’s lessons, but I’m not that fragile. Plus, I was charging $30 for three lessons a week, so I wasn’t being a scummy asshole. It was a reasonable price. Now Devin, man, I’ve never seen anybody with as much passion as him. And this is out of a 14-year-old kid! He’s still in school today! I would push him to his limits and he would accept it with such strong emotion. He would never give in, never give up and at the end of some lessons he’d be throwing up in the corner. The problem is, this kid had no earthly fucking idea how to wrestle matches. I taught him the basics: ring awareness, common submission holds, etc., but he was sloppy in the ring and was unable to take bumps properly. I’d have to call off half of his matches because I was afraid he was going to get seriously hurt for real. Devin had issues having that passionate focus in matches – the same passionate focus he had when I was training one on one with him. I did one on one training with all of my students twice a week, and on Friday night I would make them all wrestle one another. Devin continued to claim that he would convert the focus into his matches, but he never did. One day months later, I sat down with him one on one and asked him if there was something wrong. Everyone else was improving, and at that point one of my students had actually signed to a local wrestling brand in the city. But Devin stayed idle – never moved up and never moved down. Devin told me this, and I’ll never forget it:


“I’m scared that I’ll never be able to overcome the fear that has consumed me. The fear of letting go, and moving on. I stay up most nights thinking they’ll walk into my bedroom and kiss me goodnight, like the whole accident never happened. Sometimes I want to take my own life, just so I can be with them forever.”


Hearing this broke me. This is a kid who spent a tenth of his life with his parents, but will spend the remaining nine-tenths of it without a family. His aunt was a bad influence on this child, and if he kept living with her he would grow in only a short couple of years to make terrible and awful life choices. I took this kid under my wing, and told him that letting go is the hardest thing to do. I let go of my dream of becoming a professional wrestler because of bad choices that I made, and I didn’t want him to grow into the man that I once was. I had parents supporting me my entire childhood, and they’re still alive and well today. Unfortunately, I had an idiotic mind and didn't see the bigger picture. Devin would be unable to see the bigger picture, because my family reminded me of it, whereas Devin doesn't even have one. I told him that being distracted in wrestling matches is the number one worst thing you can have happen to you, because one little wrong thought can turn the match around in an instant, and before you know it, you’ll be lying on the mat staring up into the lights, with the referee raising your opponents hand in victory, and you’ll be wondering what the fuck went wrong. We shared personal stories together, and became real close. He looked up to me as a father figure, and even started calling me, "dad." It was too surreal. I pushed him and pushed him, and eventually the passion carried over into his matches, and he became so talented in a very short course of time. This kid is now a tag team champion in Brisbane Wrestling Wars, and he’s in his final year of schooling. I still stay in contact with him often, and I’ll love him till the day I die. I can’t wait to see him again.


“I’m scared that I’ll never be able to overcome the fear that has consumed me.”



After hearing you say almost exactly this Marco Fedor, I hope you prove me wrong at Territorial Invasion. I’ve been taking young guns like Devin, and young guns like you, under my wing for years. I’ve helped them all succeed. You’ve made some really stupid choices since I took you under mine, and if you continue to do so, this won’t last much longer I can guarantee you that. You have fear, Marco. You’re a professional wrestler that has a fear of the professional wrestlers in this upcoming Hardcore Invitational. Marco, all these guys are fighting for the exact same thing. All of us are walking into this match with nothing, and we’re all hoping to leave with something. In order to leave with that something, we have to fight. Overcoming fear is one thing, and it’s the hardest thing you will ever have to do. I told you that I am going to hurt you, and I still plan on hurting you bad, but don’t fear it. You’re right – pain isn’t something that lasts forever, and it is only temporary, and I hope you can see past my words and actions after this match, and stand up and continue to fight better and stronger than you ever have before. I still think you’re a coward Marco; from running away in that Hardcore Championship Scramble to making me do 100% of the work just for you to take the pin for us in our tag team match last week – it’s not right. But, after hearing your words, I’m starting to remember why I decided to choose you to be my next protégé in the first place. Bring that fear into the Invitational at Territorial Invasion, overcome it, and show me the Marco Fedor that defeated me one on one two weeks ago. The Marco Fedor I had beat in the ring, that managed to get a victory over me. That’s the Marco Fedor I expect to see in Vancouver, and if I don’t see it, then I do not believe that this match, or this industry, is best for you. 

DEDEDE….DEDEDE….DEDE-FUCKING-DE. I am getting so sick and tired of having to hear that name in my presence.


I am not just tired of hearing his name, I am tired of hearing his voice too. And seeing his face as well. I am also tired of dealing with his droves and droves of fanboys who kiss his ass through every one of his endeavors…..I am tired of turning on my TV to watch back Dynasty or check out Sports Center on ESPN and hearing all of the announcers and panelists praise the great Mr. DEDEDE, shoving his stats down our throats and practically treating him as if he is the professional wrestling equivalent to Michael Jordan…... I am tired of his arrogance and shittily overused catchphrases he slaps on T-Shirts to shill, I am tired of him being on almost every goddamn promotional poster EAW puts out, I am tired of the same song and dance that comes with every feud or match involving him -- I am tired of EVERYTHING that has to do with Mr. DEDEDE in all honesty!....Which is why it felt so good beating the living hell out of him a few weeks back. Nothing since my World Championship victory, not even my defeat of Jacob Senn, had felt so satisfying. I went from being on an island sort to speak, being considered a player who was about to head to the sidelines following my leave from the Main Event scene, to turning around and shaking up the wrestling world. Nobody saw it coming. Mr. DEDEDE had spent the past couple of weeks living it up and relaxing, tweeting about projects, showing off to the world and then when he wasn’t too busy for us little people, he came on down and wrestled a couple of tomato cans for an easy payday. Mr. DEDEDE had reached a point in his career where as far as many wrestlers and pundits are concerned, he is pretty much untouchable. He has obtained so many accolades, has been around so long and developed such a rapport, he has been able to create this view of himself and engrain it into the minds of so many other people. He has thoroughly convinced the world that when it comes down to it, he really is a God and that his word is gospel. There’s nothing he can’t do, there’s nobody who can defeat him -- “Test Me Not” as he says!


Well I certainly have tested you DEDEDE, and what has happened to me so far? I powerbombed you to hell and back, I helped you spend a night in a hospital bed on two separate occasions and in response all you did was a pathetic sneak attack and then a couple of sad attempts to brush off your loss when forced to actually address it. Damage control and spin miester tactics, that’s what I saw from you. There was no mighty, awe inspiring backlash, the “Gawd” did not smite me down or get the last laugh -- in fact, everyone has been laughing AT him and you want to know why? Because since I DECIDED to start this little exposing of Mr. DEDEDE, he has been helpless this whole time. I have been control of everything from the very start. I’ve come out looking better each and every week; I have been the headline of all of the news, I am every where he goes and every time he tries to call me out or even get near me while we’re both actually prepared to fight, I leave him laying. I might have knocked him silly now that I think about it, at least then it would explain the absolutely idiotic video he made on me yesterday. I haven’t seen DEDEDE this wacked out in a long time! I have not just taken up head space, but I must flat-out OWN all of the thoughts in his mind. I can’t blame him really. When this first began, nobody saw it coming. Like I said, Mr. DEDEDE was being talked up as our Michael Jordan, our Peyton Manning, our Eminem -- our God, the very pinnacle of performance in our field who could do no wrong and is damn near indestructible. Mr. DEDEDE rules the world around us and if you come at him you better come correct; you can’t slip up or he’ll take advantage of your mistakes and you’re done. Mr. DEDEDE referenced this very phrase in his video on me which sums it up: if you come at the king you best not miss. Heh. I came at the king and I definitely did not miss. I fired a warning shot his way on the first attack and then flat out killed him in our second encounter.

Yes, indeed, I started shit with the great Mr. DEDEDE, got him all riled up and in his feelings, made his fans snicker and mumble about how I was going to get what’s coming to me and then I actually backed up everything. I destroyed him. I did what I said I was going to do. Hearing the deflation of the crowd was music to my ears. I pulled the rug out from under them all and pummeled their guy to a pulp. Want to know how I pulled that off? I didn’t let DEDEDE’s manipulation get to me. I didn’t let the big match feel of facing the Gawd create any nerves, I looked past all of the hype and as I picked him apart I was able to look at him as any other opponent. There was no need to overthink it, no reason for a change of a game plan, I simply let my objective take over and I did what had to be done. You were right Mr. DEDEDE, this is the best I have ever been, this is me when I am hitting my stride and making my way to my prime. Yes, “making my way” because as of right now, I have yet to see the peak of my potential, I am still far away from my prime. I don’t know how much farther I must go but what I do know is I’m still progressing and getting closer. Even now, as you head into this bout with me following your previous destruction, you still should expect a much more vicious, much quicker and much more complete Scott Oasis. I just keep growing stronger and stronger, becoming more emphatic with my victories, meanwhile as with all great athletes of your stature DEDEDE, you eventually peak and while I won’t give the usual “old man who is falling off” spiel everyone and their mother uses to throw your way, I will say that right now you have made it to as far as you can go. I mean, it’s not a bad place to peak at. You’re a six time World Champion, a Current Hall of Fame champion at age 39 and are still in better shape than a lot of the young guys, you are in a great position and as you did with me, I won’t discredit your abilities. I hate the fact that you get overrated so much but there is no denying that like it or not you’ll be going down as one of the greats ; though what also can’t be denied is that in every sport, each generation just churns out better and better competitors. If you were to go not just by history repeating itself but by statistics alone you can’t ignore the fact that eventually a greater athlete shall arrive to take your place. Lo and behold on my road to progress ; through my mission of achieving perfection I have become that greater athlete and it only took me a few weeks to realize it. I watched and I waited, biding my time in order to pick the perfect opportunity for my arrival, for my TRUE reintroduction to the EAW faithful so that they can see what the new me is capable of!


Do you really think I came into this rivalry not already knowing the result? Not knowing I’d outperform you? Why would I put myself out there like that and risk so much if I thought there was so much as even a sliver of a chance of you defeating me!? I’m not fucking stupid, I’m not just another kid trying to make a name for myself off of your expense, you can guarantee I scouted you to a “T”. I’m a machine who has his eyes locked on his target and I won’t stop until he has been dealt with. All of the smoke and mirrors, reputation, respect, none of that matters to my endgame. You don’t have to respect “the shooter”, as you chose to call me, but you damn sure better fear his marksmanship. You can play it off as if our exchange was merely a small battle in our war but anyone who actually witnessed the event would know not to categorize it as that, upon viewing that massacre they would look at this match, this final chapter in our story as a mere formality. We’re all aware of the ending but for most we just want to see how it happens, how glorious the violence will be, how exactly you’ll react to your defeat or better yet, what kind of shape you’ll even be in after the match. This is entertainment to those viewing and even participating in my case. As for you, this is purely your last stand. You’re the desperate enemy who refuses to concede, instead willing to bare it all and exhaust all of his resources in the hope of creating a miracle. He’ll willingly fight until the last man in an effort that many would consider suicidal.


This is just not your match to win, pal. I get it that I’m technically heading onto “your” territory. You’re a ring general, you’ve been through plenty of these so-called “wars”, but still, as much as you brag about how I’ve never faced someone like you, you’ve never faced someone like me either. When it comes to new stars coming after you, I’m an anomaly. I’m already heading into this match with a victory under my cap the way I see it. This is an enemy who is a complete unknown and on top of that, has already bested you and in convincing fashion. How can you be so confident in your victory? Just because you’re “Mr. DEDEDE”? Or is it because I have been deemed as nothing more than a mere marksman? Make no mistake about it, a marksman can definitely win a war. All it takes is one clean shot. Right as the leader isn’t expecting it. Sort of like now. You can’t see yourself failing twice, you’re heading into this match overconfident and that’ll leave you open. I got you lined up in my crosshairs, I got my shot ready. All I need to do is pull the trigger and put you out of your misery. I agree that the battlefield can only be taken in blood, which is why I plan on making sure yours spills all across the ring for the entire world to see. I have won plenty of “wars” and although they may be considered small compared to your rather huge list at the end of the day when you look over my track record you don’t see many flaws in my work; you don’t see me lose too often. What about your track record? Plenty of accolades but also marred with many flaws and sloppy work on your part. Look at what overconfidence has done for you, you’ve been threatened by and even knocked off by far worse and less experienced talents. Did you not brutally lose to a twenty year old kid in Ares Vendetta just a few months ago? Were you not struggling to handle the likes of Liam Catterson and Ryan Savage at the start of this year?


There are obvious kinks in your armor and they worsen with every war you involve yourself in as well as every stroking of your ego as your guard lets up. You aren’t ready for this war, you couldn’t even handle a single battle, and that was when I wasn’t even giving one hundred percent. That last scuffle of ours was a feeling out process for me, that was just for fun as far as I’m concerned. It didn’t seem that way for you though. That was the fight of your life. That was a STRUGGLE. I know you’re going to lie and treat that as a fluke. You’re still the most high. You’re the king! Hey though, fair point, you really are King! You’re wounded though. You’re in a state of shock. Of delusion. Of fear. A state of not wanting to accept that you aren’t what you say you are, that you no longer have room to overrate yourself. You can talk about how only your song of self importance rings true but how can that be when what once was praised as gospel from you has been officially disproven? How can you say you matter more than me when I have already outclassed you without even delivering a Pay-Per-View quality performance on my part?


You can’t. Your song is meaningless. Your spot on the throne is in question. And your chances of winning this match? They’re lessening and lessening. This is no longer “The Gawd” looking over all of the little people. This is Ryan Adams, the man behind the Mr. DEDEDE persona trying to keep up with his recognized successor. This is me taking MY place as God. MY place as King! MY TITLE AS THE PINNACLE OF OUR FIELD! You aren’t entering this match in any position of power. YOU CAN’T CONTROL ME. I AM IN THE DRIVER'S SEAT! I won’t be forced to choose between the two options you had set. I will be the one who decides how this match turns out, don’t you get it!? You’ve dug your own grave, there is only one option left for you: defeat.


Meanwhile I’ll be choosing my own path. Now if you ask me, that's God.

TERRITORIAL INVASION II

"Done Playing Games"

---The scene opens at BC Place in Vancouver, Canada for the Vancouver Whitecaps soccer game and the EAW cameraman is in the crowd and he comes across Terry Chambers sitting in the front row and Terry Chambers is wearing a OMERTA hoodie, black jeans, and Jordan XXXI shoes and he has his hoodie up looking like he's trying to hide his face and the EAW cameraman taps him on his shoulder and he turns around looking annoyed and he motions the cameraman to come forward and then he begins speaking with all the madness going on around him in the stadium---

Terry Chambers: I know this looks bad but there is reasons why I'm trying to hide my identity but now that you're here I'll say that I need sports in my life and Vancouver has absolutely nothing, nothing at all and the NHL is in their offseason at the moment so all there is going on around here is this soccer game of this team I never heard of so I bought a ticket and I don't want anybody to know I attend this kind of shit, plus soccer sucks.

---The jumbotron in the stadium advertises EAW Territorial Invasion and the WarGames match taking place in Vancouver this Saturday and Terry Chambers looks at it until it turns to a stadium game and he puts his head down for a second and then turns around and begins speaking into the camera---

Terry Chambers: You know what bugs me? Team Ryder and all of his semi-pros. I see Matt Ryder is STILL poking fun at my Grand Rampage embarrassment back in April and he is proving exactly my point of why he is such a retard. Matt do you know what has been happening since that occured? I have been recovering from it and getting better and better day in and day out and climbing that ladder to success one step at a time and what have you been up to? Over the past maybe month or 2 or so you have been the laughing stock of EAW. You get humiliated by Zack and Hades at Dia Del Diablo and you go and try and steal one of our team members out of pure desperation and you failed and the best thing of all, you actually think you and your soldiers can get the best of our team and actually pull off the victory, sorry but Vancouver has a better chance of getting a good pro sports team than you and your team winning this WarGames match. You want to talk and say the only reason I am relevant today is because I aligned myself with Crash? Look who is talking. The only reason you have any shred of relevancy is because Zack pulled you from that announce table a few months ago back at the EAW Draft show and don't go and say that you were relevant because you were doing commentary because you were absolute shit at that everybody might as well just have muted their TVs and watched the action in the ring. You are right about one thing and that is my current run in EAW was falling flat and that is why I made the current investment that I did with joining OMERTA, to stand beside of the greats and get my career back on track with one of the most powerful, dominating factions in this industry, but boy you better watch your mouth when speaking about my entire career, I have made sacrifices for the business, the match I was in and for me and my body. I have been thrown through barbed wire tables, been set on fire, been shocked with electricity, been thrown off the stage in my career, I have thrown a man into a car going full speed, I have ended careers and once I actually ended a life with a deadly move now banned in this business, my point I'm trying to get across is I have done things I am proud of and some I am not, I have made sacrifices to get here in EAW and be at the top and this Saturday is just another step to make sure I accomplish that, and I am not going to let some scrawny little fuck like you stand in my way. Matt, you have been a thorn in my side for a WHILE now and this Saturday I am looking forward to getting this monkey off my back and eliminating you for good and moving on with my career, you are just an obstacle I am going to run over like everybody else. You blow Chris Elite, there I said it. Like everybody else, you stand there and just keep going on with the jokes I ain't the man I used to be and and how I'm big but not intimidating and all that shit and what the heel do you know? A lot has changed since we last stepped into the ring together, you are the New Breed Champion, I made a lot of adjustments to myself and getting better every day yet you say I'm not intimidating...well Mr. Elite that's what every single one of my opponents say before the bell rings but when it does piss runs down their legs, you'll be learning something come Saturday soon enough. Chris, I know your strengths and weaknesses and I am going to come after them in that WarGames match. You are likely going to say after this that we have faced a few times before and you won them, but I will respond by stating that I don't win battles, I win wars! You like to make jokes so I guess I will make one, one of your weaknesses is you quit every time something doesn't go your way, so if someone ducks a kick of yours you will likely just throw a temper tantrum right there in front of them and say I quit which might give Team Crash the win. I can easily see when your team loses this WarGames match you walking backstage looking angry saying "I DON'T LOSE, SO I QUIT!" But in all seriousness though, I don't see you posing any threat whatsoever in this match and you will have a couple of good moments in the match but like all the rest, the end result will be nothing different as you lay there looking up at Team Crash and OMERTA celebrating and you realizing you were just another victim and you took a huge loss in a high profile match. Ryan Marx, I have seen many of guys like you come and go when they come in and have all the momentum in the world on their side and everybody overhyping them and you can guess what happens in the end don't you? They fall flat right on their damn face! But with you I wasn't expecting you to collapse this quickly though, I expected a solid run out of you before finally meeting a credible opponent and getting your ass kicked and you went down in the history books as another bust. Everybody sees Ryan in this match as the guy who is going to be the savior or MVP in the match but all I see is a guy who is going to get a great opportunity to show what he can do and with the spotlight shining so bright on him to make an impact he is just going to stare there and just make a fool of himself letting Matt Ryder, the wrestling industry, and most importantly himself down because he didn't turn out to be the star everybody wanted him to be. Ryan, this WarGames match isn't just some fly by night gig. this isn't just some normal match on Showdown.....this is one of the biggest matches on the Territorial Invasion card and you are going to be in the ring with 5 of the hottest talents on Showdown and EAW then, now, and forever and I can tell right now that you are the guy who is just like "happy to be here" or "happy to help out" but when you play that role you just end up getting hurt. We already know this is going to be the match of your life, so make the best out of a bad situation you are going to be in this coming Saturday!

---The eruption from the crowd as Vancouver scores a goal interrupts Terry Chambers as he is speaking and Terry waits for the madness to calm down and continues speaking---

Terry Chambers: This Saturday, 10 men will enter that cage, all 10 men will put their careers and their lives on the line as they will fight to the death to make sure their team prevails, but the members on Team Ryder are there because they want a spot this high on the show. The members of Team Crash all have something to prove and all of us want to make an impact. This battle will end with all 5 of us.....Zack Crash, Nico Borg, Tiberius Jones, Lannister....and TERRY CHAMBERS standing over the 5 motionless bodies who's mission was to take Team Crash down, and like everything else they do in their careers....their attempt FAILED! And like everything Team Crash does.....they stand VICTORIOUS!

---Terry Chambers closes in on the camera---

Terry Chambers: In OMERTA We Trust!

---Terry Chambers stands up and heads towards the exit gate and you can see in the background the dissapointed crowd when Vancouver's opponent wins with a game winning goal and Terry Chambers has a smile on his face then walks out of the scene and the camera fades to black---