Madison Kaline says she knows me. She knows me almost as well as I know myself. But in just a few breaths she shows you all how little she knows about me. I’m not afraid of Madison. Nothing about her builds fear within me. She thinks I’m scared of her because she isn’t an easy win. I’ve never done things easy, and she can’t move her eyes past one match with Raven Lee. As Specialist’s Champion I defeated Aria Jaxon, Sheridan Müller and the Heart Break Gal. I rose to the challenge against a legend to make the finals. You beat a rookie. Congrats on your domination of her, though. I’m not afraid to lose either. But I’m more than confident that when this match comes to an end I will not be on the losing end of this battle. You’re right, 2016 is a different year. It’s the year you left, and then came back and suddenly decided to play of the underdog card. You never lost a step. You just followed the move of Tarah Nova to step aside for a bit. But while she came back and battled her way into a title picture and won one, you won’t follow suit. You’ll finish second place to her in that regard, just like you did most of the time. You became Vixen’s champion when Tarah was on her way out the door with no real answer of whether or not she would be back. You got punked by Eris LeCava and lost it. I’m not focusing on that, just saying we both have mistakes in our background. They are what make us who we are today. But jealous of you? Please. I make my own way here. That’s part of taking no handouts. I respect what you’ve done here, the things you accomplished and your record in big matches along the way. But I respectfully disagree that it makes you better than me in any way. And the reason I know I’m right couldn’t be more simple. You actually believe in your head that all I do is get drunk at parties. Where have you been, Madison? Why you say you scouted me so heavily, apparently you don’t know much about my journey through this tournament at all. You don’t know that while the others were out doing those things you talk about, I was in the god damn gym working out as much as I possibly could. This message right here, I’m delivering this to you between workouts. I lift, run, improve in the ring and watch video while I’m cooling off. I have you scouted for this more than you could possibly imagine. I already told you I damn near reinvented myself for this tournament. I evolved myself into something even better than the person who swept the division off its feet in the first few months of the year. And guess what? I didn’t need to take time off. I stayed here and evolved right here in front of every one. I’m the hardest working person in this division. I open up gyms at sunrise and I close them down after midnight. I bleed for this job. And it’s not about creating attention for myself, it’s just about achieving these goals and dreams for myself. So you see, you have me all wrong Madison. The only common ground that exists between us is respect for what we have done to get to this point. But beyond that, it’s hard to respect the message you are bringing to this match. I routinely rise to the occasion when that spotlight is at its brightest. Because I thrive through pressure. You might have headlined more big spots along the way than I did, but you also finished second place a whole hell of a lot more than I did, too. This is unfinished business for you, right? It’s going to stay that by the end of this match.
 
My business is winning this match and placing that crown where it belongs: on my head. I told Cameron Ella Ava before this tournament even tipped off that whether she made it to this point or not, I will be the Empress of Elite. Can you stop me? Obviously you are the lone person that has a chance. But you aren’t going to slow me down. I’m too freaking determined to win this to let you stop me in my tracks. None of the poetry you can recite or the bragging you do about your past is going to get under my skin. I don’t care about the past. We could compare wins and achievements all day, and believe me when I say people would put me in a much higher regard than you care to admit. But that’s useless. We could argue who’s at the top of this division, and I could easily take both of our names out of that small circle. We don’t have titles, and we haven’t for months. So what makes us any different from the others that are fighting to reach the top? The answer is we’re all fighting to climb that mountain. Maybe this is a ticket to the tip-top, maybe it isn’t. I don’t care. I have goals of fighting the best in the world. I have dreams of being the best in the world. One step to get me there is to win this tournament and become the Empress. It’s the goal I set from the moment I walked out of Pain for Pride. It’s why I’ve worked even harder than ever before over these past few months. And it’s the reason I will beat you in this match. I’ve beaten Kendra and HBG before, and this gets me a ticket with one of them at Road to Redemption. That gets me my chance to climb to the top. There’s no chance I’d let that slip. There’s no chance I’d let you win this over me.
 
You pulled the always the bridesmaid never the bride line on me, and that’s cute, but here’s the truth. You’ve been a champion before. I’ve been a champion before. So the time we’ve been overlooked has mostly been on us, hasn’t it? You’ve had a hell of a lot more chances to become the bride, the champion, than I have. But how many of those have you taken advantage of? This is my chance. And I’m going to take advantage of this opportunity and I’m going to use it like it was meant to be used. People are saying whichever one of us wins this will have huge shoes to fill after what Aria did in the last year. I plan on redefining what it means to be the Empress just like I did with that Speciaist’s title that you mock, yet Kendra holds so closely to her chest as a valued prize. If what you came here to do is what I’ve seen so far, you will leave this final match disappointed with your performance. Because if you want to talk measuring sticks in this division, you better look anywhere but squarely at yourself. You might have made it to the finals of this tournament, but even when you weren’t here this place still thrived, and the girls here still evolved and improved and they grew closer to that upper echelon that you somehow think you’re still a part of. But I wonder, when I have your shoulder trapped behind you and I’m literally pulling and tugging it so hard you think I’m trying to take months off your career, will you still see yourself as such an immovable object in this division? Will you still really believe that you took time off and came back better than everyone that remained? You want to talk fear? Look at the fear coming from you when I put you on the brink of dislocating your shoulder. Go back and study that look in your eyes right before you have to give up and tap out. Right before you have to quit and they put the crown on my head. Tell me what you see when you watch that tape over and over again. Because I think you will see what happens when Cailin Dillon redesigns herself into an even better fighter than she was before. And I think you’ll see truly where the future of this division is headed. It’s not through you Madison. It’s around you. I will win the crown on Sunday. And I will do it by any means necessary.

Me

Me

Me

Say those felt dismissed by me from Team Ryder, vying for my attention like jilted spare women who thought themselves my lovers. A traveling entertainer knows, everyone wants to be apart of the show, every public figure deep down looks to the entertainment industry hoping that even in the most remote and insulting of places that they can be part of the act that is show business. You want to hear yourself be talked about. You want to see puppets and costumes made in your liking. Oh sure, you’d love to be spoken of with reverence, high esteem, but you’d settle for being the butt of a joke if you had to. But I only have so many hands to control the puppet strings, just one mouth to take the brunt of leaving the taste of your distasteful names to leave my mouth like thrown up chunks of food poisoned remains.

Tyler, do not fret, someone in this world will take you seriously.

Chris Elite, I am sure someone out there is clapping, someone has to be nice to the fifty-year-old virgin who gets laid for the first time…so of course someone must too for a seven-year veteran engulfed with the affairs of the New Breed Championship.

Ryan Marx, once Marxism truly takes root I am sure you will be granted the opportunity to be on equal footing with me, but until then the only symbolism people get from a pawn sitting in front of a chessboard is that the pawn is already removed from play in the grand fate decided by Team Crash.

Why any of you feel you deserve anything is beyond me, for all appearances you are the team that Cyclone had so little faith in that he rather sacrifice his legacy and dignity over being under contract long enough to be forced to wrestle in War Games with you as brothers in arms against the superior force of Team Crash. I had let the obvious slide for long enough, but considering you all seem to oh so very lack self awareness, I am forced to take the task of picking apart this silly narrative you seem to be trying to build of a team that isn’t coming into this contest already broken and embarrassed. You all act entitled to respect, imagine that, a herd of sheep who have already lost a member and needed to pick up some random passerby to fill ranks demand to be granted dignity in the eyes of the wolves who hunt them. BEGGING for it. It’s sad what EAW puts you boys through, to have you know that you’re headed for the slaughter, but yet give you the platform to plead your cases and give your last words before the incoming doom that awaits just for show. It’s sick, but I am sure it makes major bank for the money makers upstairs to profit off your struggles.
 
But how could you all be lead so astray?
 
All signs point to Matt Ryder, a man who wouldn’t know what it means to be a leader if his life depended on it. Many spend time speaking of how little I like Crash on a personal level, but on a professional business level at least I can acknowledge he is a hall of famer, a leader who has lead successful armies into battle again and again ,a man who knows how to pick his partners, in comparison what is Matt Ryder?
 
How much influence did he really have in picking his team? How serious was Matt Ryder in actually picking out the best he could when he did pick them?
 
Did he only take Chris Elite with open arms as a scapegoat to distract from his own failures of being in this business so long without success?
 
Was Tyler Parker just some kind of past idol to Matt Ryder who was too afraid to request Tyler to join his team in person, and instead sent his goons to ask instead like a shy fanboy sending his friends to get an autograph? Perhaps fanatical fanboyism would indicate how Matt overlooked how far Tyler had fallen, and how little Cyclone had left in the tank too.
 
Did Matt see a bit of himself in the insecurities and second chances needed for Lioncross after both men have lost to me?
 
And what of Ryan Marx? Did Matt Ryder even know he’d be placed on his team when Cyclone had greater interests in other matters than loyalty to a fan who needed him to fight his battles?
 
It all brings into question your role and right as leader, Matt Ryder. You love speaking of my past, telling stories of how Drake got me this or that, as if anyone in the world is dumb enough not to know that you’d be saying the exact same things to Drake if he was here instead, we all know if you were facing Drake you’d be saying Tiberius Jones was Atlas carrying the world upon his back! It only goes to show how see through you are. You’re a leader? Well in my past at Territorial Invasion I pinned my opposition’s team leader in Mr.DEDEDE because I am just that kind of ace to any team I gift my talents to, and he was a serious man who truly knew war, not see through, but an eye in the sky that saw through others until it got poked out by the middle finger called Jones. What makes you think your hollow attempts at revisionist history could ever cause harm to my mind? You don’t get to look this good by being easily stressed Ryder. You do by being a smooth operator, and though you have the audacity to continuously call me a mere kleptomaniac when I am the sovereign of all thieves, you still have the wherewithal to know my nature of being a man who takes. Which makes you all the more puzzling, all the more sinister! Oh great herder of these haphazardly gathered sheep you’ve gathered for seemingly dubious reasons; how do you sleep at night? Tell me Ryder! With thieves, raiders, and bandits lurking in the countryside, why have you taken the journey to travel with no protection into the night, knowing that it is only a matter of time until your imposed upon by those you cannot keep at bay?
 
Is this your own way of demanding tales to be told of you? Are you doing this to be apart of a night that lives on in infamy as generations retell this story as a cautionary tale to observers who can witness your fall? I see, no wonder the team is named after you, yes I can see your reasoning, to be speaking ill of, is better than not to be spoken of at all.

You think that this is some Greek mythology type schtick Hades? You think that I am gonna be frightened by the fact you had a stroll through the cemetery looking at the "visions" of lost souls that you have "laid to rest". Even if it was a dream man, how delusional can one man ever be? How delusional can one seven foot, 300 plus pound MORON be? This is not the Hades the Hellraiser show man, this is not your fight to win, and as far as my "short quantity of threats"? Allow me to clarify then man, allow Big Kev to go ahead and sit on down and explain why I said what I said, in the way I said it. You see Kevin Devastation did not threaten you vastly because he does not need to, just like I don't need to have a persona of a God, or even tap into my darkside to beat you in the form of Wraith. You see Hades I am gonna strangle the life out of you, I am going to send your career into an early grave at Territorial Invasion. And I won't be needing any special lucky voodoo spiritual crazy story behind it coin to send your career straight to hell, I am simply gonna use my bare hands. But lets take a minute to get away from that little boring story you wanted to tell Hades, lets get to what is at hand, you see I have smeared your name, I have said awful and horrible things about you Hades, and I with sound body and mind and soul have meant every single thing I have said. I have always said mean and hurtful things in comparison to your career Hades, because you have tried to mimic me so badly. Look back at when you faced Zack Crash for the World Championship a few years back kid, even the announcers even saw what you tried to do when you appeared at the top of the titantron on your motorcycle. Shall we go back and look? Lets take a look see...

---Begin Footage of No Regards 2013 Zack Crash vs Hades The Hellraiser---

" (“This Means War” by Ozzy Osbourne and Busta Rhymes plays all throughout the arena as a motorcycle engine can be heard revving up)


Mak: Here comes the winner! The NEW World Champion is making his arrival! My money’s on this big, sadistic, bastard!


(A large platform descends from above as smoke blows from underneath it with the rapid sound of a motorcycle engine revving up)


WWEFan: I guess you gotta give this guy an A for effort when it comes to making an entrance, but I can’t help but feel he ACTUALLY thinks he’s some kinda God descending from the Heavens…


Mak: Well he doesn’t sorta resemble--

---End Footage Of No Regards 2013---

And how in the hell does that look to you Hades? You, in a world title match and the men calling it in front of millions of people at home and thousands of people in attendance, and the thing they say about you doing something flashy isn't "Wow Hades is awesome for this, Hades is epic for this, Hades is brilliant." No they don't kid, they make mention of ME, they make mention of Kevin Devastation, you modeled that after ME, your look at the time even resembled what I used to do man, hell if you are gonna say I am wrong for calling you a Devawannabee then at least make sure that you have not been caught red handed with video tape to prove it man, at least even as delusional as you are you can not fight that tape, not even a small smidgen can you say "that was not me, KD doctored it, blah blah blah I'm a big bad doofus that thinks by talking about creepy shit that KD will run away scared.". Come on now, you must know me better than that, and yes Hades that was three years ago, so yes I have been saying you were a copy for a very long time, because you have been for a very long time. And you see you say you respected my views? Please son, you don't have any respect for what I have done or you would have at least established me as a man who paved the way for giant men in this business as more than just ogres who just club their way through things. But I guess since you didn't fight back when I said you were trying your best to recreate the hate that Kevin Devastation brought in the first place that means you have respect for the Kevin Devastation brand. And here is something else you need to understand, I don't need to stick around forever like DEDEDE and Impact, great men for staying as long as they have, great men for doing it every week. But I have found other ventures to brand myself with, multi million dollar Devione Entertainment company, Devione productions has sponsored most of the damn visual work you see every week, you know that little video package they are when speaking about you Hades? The one that makes you look for of a threat than you really are? I have had my hands in that type of thing for over five years, your whole career in EAW has had some Kevin Devastation working his magic in when you see yourself on TV. So excuse me for using this as a hobby more so than a way to feed my habits? Excuse me for showing up when I feel like it, doing what I wanna do, instead of coming out here every week and being in the face of every idiotic fan out there who wants me to "be here for them". Or see every face in the back of the new guys wanting to "get some advice from an old pro". Sorry, but you people can't afford me as a consultant on how to not bury somebody, or even how to man. So yes, I have money, I live in Paradise, I still see Amie and my son. I love my son and he loves me, so yes I get my life isn't exactly the most "wholesome picket fence style Americana family.". But hell I have fun every day, everyone has fun in Paradise Hades, maybe you should hang up that old musty black coat and hat and get out into the sunshine every now and again--....Oh wait you are gonna be in a casket after Saturday, and I am gonna be on a flight back home for a few days off on the beach with a drink in my hand and woman next to me. But go ahead Mr "new gunslinger" type guy, bring your revolver, hell load it up with six bullets and point it square into my temple and ask me to beg for my death. Go ahead, demand me to tell you to pull that trigger 6 times and really end me. Nah Hades, that's not what is gonna happen, but what is gonna happen is this. The original, the prime example of Devastation, me, Kevin Devastation is gonna walk into Territorial Invasion, I am gonna hurt you as you hurt me, and I am gonna show you and this entire building that the one thing you have done more than anything is what got you here in Grave Consequences is gonna come back ten fold. The disrespect, the obvious rip offs, the fact that YOU think YOU wouldn't be here without me...It all comes full circle Hades, it all comes full circle...like a coin is circular. See, I can do some Insidious type shit to Hades and bring it all back. So please, try something that is gonna make me scared instead of making me wanna put you in your place in record time. Your move Hades, better make it a good one, times ticking slick.

A vision came to me in a dream last night.  I was touring the cemetery to visit the grave of my life-donors all the while being stalked by this dark entity or spirit.  She would whisper to me a name that would pass her lips with a murmur too great for me to understand.  When she’d finally reveal her ghoulish figure to me it all became clear.  The insipid skin…white gown…and deep-set eyes, she was a Banshee with a secret that revealed the name of yet another casualty in a victimless struggle.  That name being none other than Kevin Devastation.  After that things get a little hazy as the last I remember from this dream is a spinning coin similar to the one I’d found weeks ago in surroundings that beared a striking resemblance to the one in my dream; and it got me to thinking about the myth of Charon’s Obol.  Back in the time of ancient Greece, the Greek believed that putting a coin in the mouth of the deceased was a means of payment for Charon to convey their souls across the river that divided the realm of the living from the realm of the dead.  Perhaps that coin I’ve kept and toyed with to decide the fate of my victims was really a token of payment to see him home.  And rest assured, Big Kev, your trip has been covered.  As we both know, no one is spared from the inevitable -- from the first slap and cry we are brought a day closer to death.  I can’t think of nary a soul – who possesses ties to the physical world – that has managed to escape its clutches; despite their claims of being monsters, demons, or deities.  But then again I’m not facing the mystique of Wraith or the extended version of yourself who suffers from a God complex and heavily over exaggerates his own worth, am I?  No.  I’m facing the naked man behind it all.  One who has been stripped of his arrogance and pride by the harshness of the reality that he isn’t as good as he thought he was.  Now that there is no black magic at your disposal or Sanatorium around to camouflage your transparent disabilities, you have come in, sat down with your bib and fork to indulge in some good o’ humble pie.  I can hear it all in your voice.  There is certainly doubt from within you located in the short quantity of threats – if any at all – that were issued.  Far different from the blasphemy you happily shoved down the throats of anyone who’d listen all month long.  All I heard was how you-paved-the-way-for-me-this and how you’re-the-blueprint-that.  Shamefully accusing me of disrespecting you all the while pitching “Devawannabe” as an official trademark -- that never caught on by the way -- but you were wrong…you were wrong about all of it.  For as long as I can remember you have had it out for me.  You have unmercifully bashed me in interviews, among co-workers, on panels, and pretty much anywhere there was a camera crew and an audience to capture it.  Though it was justified that I did, I never clapped back.  I took every jab, kick, and nudge to the rib that you dished because I respected your views -- as misguided as they were.  You were considered a legend to the EAW.  And I related to you as someone who wasn’t the typical mild-mannered chain wrestler with a few Japanese strong-style holds and a sentimental catchphrase.  You were different.  You were unique.  But now you’re as washed up as scrap cardboard shoved to the shores by a current of the pacific; and what makes this even sweeter is the fact that you know it.  You may guise it and even try to deny it, but I don’t believe this whole ‘too old’ nonsense you’re pushing.  Not for nothing but when you have people like DEDEDE and Y2Impact who have been here since the start and are still having fruitful careers, it makes for a pretty hard concept to sell.  That being said I will not have you disrespect me or this business by excusing this “L” you’re about to take as motive for being too old to keep up.  When you lose this weekend, it’ll be found upon one thing; and that is the fact that you simply weren’t good enough to beat me.  Your fate has been written: physically, buried six feet beneath the walking surface confined to a box for an eternity for the maggots to consume and spiritually, yet another enslaved to enhance my strength; as there is nothing for you to fight for or gain from this encounter.  Your reputation has been damaged beyond repair; and as time furthers you become less and less recognizable to the last ‘gun-toting’ outlaw and more and more to the typical bitter veteran that the years have not been kind to.  Unfortunately, the only thing you have to fight for is your life and not even that appears to have much meaning.  The only broad that seemed to give a damn about  you either died or left you, considering you spent the highlight of your retirement on some island banging women half your age; you have no kids; no career; and ultimately no life worth getting back to.  Allow me to be your silver-lining in the skies…your blessing in disguise…let me rid you of the trauma and depression in putting a gun to your head by ending it all at Territorial Invasion.  There, I will reduce you to a mess so bloody -- so repulsively dismembered and disfigured -- that not even the maggots I spoke of earlier would find you appetizing.  Forget sending Charon, I’ll be coming for you personally; because as our stipulation suggests, when you cross Hades there will definitely be grave consequences.

[size=37]Kurt!!! You finally made it into the discussion! Now we can start making this exciting. You see, Kurt, there is a lot of unknown in this. Such as what we will say to get one over on each other leading into the match, or what we do to prepare for it, or what we do to win it just to name a few. Now, I'm not surprised in the least that you don't respect me. That doesn't bare any concern for me. You not respecting me is not going to make me go the extra mile to attain my goal. What will though is you throwing my ass around a few more times this weekend, because when you start doing that it's going to wake me up. You'll do what you do, Kurt. Your already this calculating machine, you are a rogue with a great deal of intelligence as I've come to fund out. I say rogue, because THAT IS what you are. Your scrappy, roughneck and in your face style is going to be tough to topple, but now you are very aware that my old school catches catch can brand of wrestling is not something that will limit me in a match, and will be hard to put away. Now, you can talk about me being desperate, and I would normally give that some consideration, but let's focus on that word for a moment. I mean let's really focus on what it is to be desperate, shall we? What makes someone desperate, Kurt? Is it someone who makes a drastic change to themselves or in their lives for the betterment of their future? If so, then I guess I was desperate. Okay, let's examine something else. Showdown. Let's go back to our match on the last edition for a second. We were battling it out for what...two….three minutes tops, right? Just slugging away at each other, I got scrappy with you Kurt. Then soon the match spilled to the outside, and soon the referee got to about eight in his count when Kurt tried to steal the contendership away from me, so I in a last resort to prevent that from happening did what I had to do. Does someone who resorts to tactics their unaccustomed to, does that make for a desperate person? If so, then I guess I was desperate. So bravo, Kurt. Good assessment, but it changes nothing as it pertains to our next confrontation this week. You know that. You can try all you want to take what you claim to be as some sort of retribution for not being more instinctive out there? Though, I know your main focus will be winning the match just like that will be my main focus. You can talk all day about wiping the floor with me, even waste your breath going into every last detail of how that beating will go? Though, if you can't kill me in doing so then it's meaningless, cause honestly that is the only way you will take me out of the equation on Saturday. Over a couple of months time, Kurt, I've come to know you better than you think. You see, you have become quite finicky over a months time as we have now done battle a few times, and each time you come out with these meaningless tirades about something or another that just didn't go your way. Yeah, you talk about in the beginning what actually did go your way to get you here, but first it was Rex and Nico teamed up to eliminate me. Then it was I have to wrestle Nobi and Kevin “fucking” Hunter. Then you do it again after Diablo, which leads us to face off again on Showdown, and now here we are. What's it going to be this time? I mean don't get me wrong, you made some valid points about me, but now let's examine your disposition going into this match. What do you want out of this match if you don't win? What will you take solace in if you can't walk away as the National Elite Champion? I already told you'll have to kill me to get me our of the way, and if you do happen to succeed then so be it, but after all we've been through just to get here you should know better by now that you won't be able kill me. No amount of damage will my battered body not be able to withstand. There is just too much on the line to simply give in. You know it, I know it, and Pizza Boy better know it. I'm ready for a war Kurt, and so are you. So let's just see what happens.[/size]

[size=37]Pizza Boy, you've been through a lot, there's no doubt or anyway around that. Though you know that none of that matters now. All that punishment you endured to become the battle-tested Pizza Boy I know you to be? Your words there guy still haven't struck gold, and like I said before, your words don't mean finality. Everybody’s journey in this place started somewhere, including yours. I earned my way here. I didn't beat you. I didn't have to beat you. All I had to do was go through two separate battle royals, one of which like you said I stepped through the rings of fire just to get to you.[/size]

[size=37]Nobody is doubting you here, Pizza Boy. As much as you wish we did, we don't. I can at least acknowledge you as being worthy of the gold you hold over shoulder and wear around your waist. You though, Pizza Boy, are grasping at straws if you truly believe that a win or loss here simply paves the way back to the lower midcard. I told you I'm recharged, revamped, and this Saturday I'll be ready to put on the match of my whole career to walk away with the gold. Did I make a mistake with all that bravado I showed to Kurt? You bet, but then again I already acknowledged that in beginning, which I'm sure you just forgot already. It's okay...it is, because on Saturday at Territorial Invasion I will rectify that mistake, and in the process prove you wrong.[/size]

You've taken two whole years of your sadistic life to stare at a "pathetic" man in a wheelchair. This same man who represents your beginning, but ultimately your thoughts are in the wrong place. While he's sat lifeless in a chair for two long years --- you've been riding high with no force able to halt your momentum. Have you ever pondered on how it might feel to fall from such a great height? No, your head has been stuck in the clouds for far too long. You haven't given any thought on what the future holds in store for a man without power. You're poisoned with power, you've been consumed by it. You entered this company merely a mongrel yourself and you've ascended from then. You care not for your father, you care not for a religion, you only care for yourself. Isn't that how it's supposed to be? I'm going to go as far that I've known your family more than you have. I'm fully aware that there was just as equal as your deranged state in your father. It seems as if that's the only trait you've adapted to him. He was once in the same scenario where he felt like the entire world was against him. So, what comes next? He marks himself as a "God" --- untouchable. I can slowly start seeing the similarities of the ascension to belief in being omnipotent. You pretend to exist everywhere, but you're offended when one person does not care for you or your precious possession. That stings, doesn't it? When you come to realization that you're suddenly no longer the center of the universe. In your mind, it's always been that way. You've scientifically somehow proven that everyone wants what you have, that the role has reversed... the tattoos on you body have suddenly started to fixate their assault on you. I can see why the simplistic, straight forward, and recklessly driven men and women would do so. What else is more accomplishing than winning the World Championship, right? What's more satisfying than taking down the bastard, Ares Vendetta? I'm unlike Mr. DEDEDE, Lannister, Tyler Parker, Devan Dubian, and the list can go on further. They brought the war to you, but you're starting an unwanted war with me. I didn't want this to happen. I've made that statement perfectly clear between the two of us. I wanted your father, but you forced me in a position in which I have to depose of your ego.

I still want the same thing I wanted to begin with, but in order to get that --- I'll have to get through the same man that threatens that wish. He's playing the roadblock in this rugged path that I take. I always knew that it would be destined for you to throw yourself in front of me. You would do whatever it took to challenge me, even if I didn't want to face you. My name is on your body for a reason; the betrayal of your father. You don't have to remind me of how selfish I am. But I will remind you of how ungrateful and selfish you are as his child. Is that such a surprise though? You're acting like such. If you don't get what you desire, you throw a fit, you stomp, you scream, you find a way around to feed this hunger. You will do this over, and over, and over again, right up until the point where you're overfed and you just want more. The inner gluttony starts taking over and you display how greedy you are. You take what you have for advantage. It doesn't take, but one look at how pathetic your personality is to see that. You would do the same exact things your father did, but to a higher to degree. You would slice open the necks of your own followers to prove a point. You would beat their heads in until brain matter splashed over the flooring. I can see how evil you've become, but I've faced your type far far too long. I've confronted my fears to the point where I walk around fearless. There's no man, woman, monster, or inhuman being on this roster that startles me. I find people who ride on high horses to only flaunt what they have, because it makes them feel like a bigger person. People like yourself always have to feel important. I enjoy slaying the ignorant and slicing down their pride. As much as I dread even the thought of facing you --- for reasons that are completely different to what you think. I'm going to try my best to enjoy every splatter of blood, every bone broken, every fist and kick driven into your skull. I need to find entertainment in beating YOU within an inch of YOUR life. You won't get as far as taking mine. You'll soon find that I don't fall as easy as others. I might walk out of this with a reminder of your power, but I'll ensure you'll walk out powerless.

Oh Hades....

Oh Hellraiser...

WHERE ARE YOU YOU STUPID IDIOT?!?!?!?

I have waited now fpr days, days to hear back from you Hades and I am gonna be honest it has pissed me off more so than I originally thought it would. It has made me think that you do not care about this match, that you do not care about me anymore, and allow me to tell you this you stupid son of a bitch, Kevin Devastation has had an awakening, Kevin Devastation has had the light bulb screwed in a little tighter now inside of his brain, the lights brighter and the fires warm in my gut. You brought this out of me Hades, you and these idiot people who think that you have a chance to escape the Grave against a man who has lived a thousand lives and keeps coming back for one more. You can not hope to beat me Hades, you can not hope to send me into a black casket and shut the lid and think that I am going to lay still and take that loss from you. Not you, not the grave, not anybody can keep me down Hades, and you seem to think that it can, you seem to think that no matter what you can do to me in or out of the ring it will be enough. Well lemme tell you something kid, allow old KD to let you in on a little secret, and that is this...YOU CAN NOT TAKE DOWN PURE UNFILTERED EVIL OUT OF THIS WORLD HADES! You think you are a bad man, you think that you are a demon among men, a deadman who walks the line and uses the afterlife to gain your ultimate power to send me straight to hell. YOU CAN'T SEND ME TO HELL, I LIKE IT HERE HADES! Who do you think you are? Anubis? You are a man who is stepping into a fight he only thinks he will win, into a fight that he will only hope to survive. Because the ending is not a three count and a pat on the back from the boys in the back for a "good try" Hades. The ending here is me, is Kevin Devastation lifting you up, dropping you down, again and again with the Divine Intervention and then looking at your broken useless body and throwing it into a casket, waving goodbye to another man who thinks they were only half as good as Kevin Devastation, and thinks that they have a damn chance at beating me. You have no chance of stopping that lid from shutting Hades, much less having a chance at showing the world you are on my level. I have transcended this business, I have transcended EAW, and I am on my own damn level, I am on my OWN DAMN LEVEL DO YOU HEAR ME? I AM NOT JUST SOME FALSE PROFIT SPEAKING FROM ATOP THE SOAP BOX YOU BASTARD, I AM KEVIN DEVASTATION AND I AM YOUR SUPERIOR, I AM YOUR GREATER, AND MORE IMPORTANTLY I AM A MAN WHO IN THIS COMPANY IS A GOD AMONG MEN LIKE YOU HADES!!! Nothing will ever take that away, you can cost me a match, you can try and steal my glory at Pain For Pride, you can try and slight me by disrespecting me at the Hall Of Fame, but the one fucking thing you can never do Hades is take me down at Territorial Invasion, and keep me down long enough to put me in a pine box. Take that idea and shove it brother, you will never be able to finish out that storybook ending where you come out on top, where you come out with the glass slippers and the prince and the old evil Devastation is dead and you chant and sing and do everything in the fucking world to make me wanna puke. You understand me boy? You understand that again you have disrespected me here and not answered me? That you have sat here on your ass before the biggest and last match of your career and you expect Kevin Devastation to do all the work and carry you through this till the end? Nah slick, that's not how its gonna go, thats damn sure not how it is gonna go this time and I mean that from the bottom of my black heart. You are gonna feel my wrath at Territorial Invasion, you are gonna be put down like the big dumb dog you are, and I am gonna show you, show the world, show this company and show everyone who works in it that this ain't no one and done kid, this ain't no "KD is coming back to be helpful". This is Kevin Devastation, hell this is Frank Murphy standing here in front of you slapping the damn taste out of your mouth and telling you that I am here to leave a damn statement in that ring using your sorry wannabee ass to show them that the power lies back in the palm of my hand, that I never passed you the torch and I want my damn torch back, and that I ain't going anywhere Hades, that only the original is walking, hell probably limping out of TI, and the wannabee...Lets just say the arrangements made by your stupid family are probably being made right now. Unless they think of you how I think of you, as somebody who just needs to be thrown in the ditch and forgotten to rot. Hopefully I can hear from you before Territorial Invasion...I would hate to be the second man from North Carolina getting a three peat while having to battle a sickness that aint worth my time. Peace out, bitch.

Touched a nerve, didn't I? Nah, make that several. You know, of all things there is to despise about you Kenny, your temper is still my favorite to toy around with. I don't know why but getting your blood to boil, your eyes to water piercing through their respective sockets and your weepy voice to hit Opera-high notes grants me a sense of satisfaction that cannot be duplicated elsewhere. It sure doesn't help how easy it is to provoke that kind of reaction out of you, at least to me it is. What I can't comprehend is why you're so livid with my words when they were simply mirroring a truth that should be known?— Whelp, I guess I just answered my own question. You've never been strong enough to confront the truth in its natural form, Drake. You've never been strong enough to confront anything in your LIFE without having someone hold your hand through it all; be it me, J.D Damon or Wolvesden. The proof is in the pudding. You're weak, you've always been weak and you always will be. This wolf-like facade that you have going on might fool the feebleminded masses into believing you're anything but, it won't swing with me though. Deep down, you're nothing more than an insecure little weasel. You breaking down immediately after my rant is the best example of that and regardless of your imminent attempts to debunk the fact, myself and the whole world know better. It's nice to see you disclose that side of ya' though, the true face of the 'Agent of Fate'. I could feel your bad heavy breath blowing those shaky words out of your gullet and as uncomfortable as it is, it's also sort of fulfilling. You don't hate me, Kenny. Not anymore. We've transcended that level a long time ago. Now you just abhor me. You abhor the very reality that I'm allowed to walk the same corridors as you, to get paid by the same people as you and to breathe the same air as you. Most importantly, you abhor the fact that you can't push the dagger any deeper into my flesh than it already is. I've grown numb to your games, Kenneth. I bet after all the shit that you pulled, from having your horde of dogs maul me at every corner to costing me matches and just recently making the drive to Boulder City to use MY family as some kind of a psychological edge; I bet you foresaw me snapping at you every time my lips parted to speak afterwards. I bet you thought I'd be the one shrieking and moaning every chance I get to wrap all ten of my digits around a microphone. Yet look at us now. 

Unlike you, I'm calm, I'm collected, simply put; I'm unfazed. Cold crimson courses through these veins of mine, amcık. While you're somewhere in the woods, banging your head against the tallest tree you can find about how you've yet to fully get under my skin, I sit here contriving plans for the biggest fight of my life. While you nitpick and somehow take offense to every word that I uttered in your name, I spend my time off camera perforating heavy bags and running circles around town. Mistake this as a display of arrogance and you would only show the entire world how big and petty of a fool you are. This isn't arrogance, it's confidence that I've garnered from several peeks at what lies atop the ladder. That's the thing, Kenny. You will never understand what I'm talking about because you have yet to make it past the first rung, whilst I've made the whole climb up on a number of occasions and more will come soon enough. So yeah, in a sense, I guess you are entitled to sound, look and BE as green with envy of yours truly as you are right now. Understandable and dare I say, even appreciated. For the past couple of days alone, you've been disclosing a lot of potential weaknesses for me to jump on and use to my advantage on Saturday. Nothing that took me aback but it all certainly made for compelling notes to be jotted down. You've also hit and miss a multitude of shots with your arguments, but I wouldn't expect anything less from someone who's driven by emotion instead of sense. Contrary to what you might think, Kenny Boy, I can easily discern just how dangerous the situation is. I am well aware that the longer I keep verbally dismantling you from the inside out, the more seething you and your cronies become. I know every little aspect of the game that you and I have been playing for weeks now— simply because I helped create it. Let's face some facts here, shall we? Without me, there wouldn't be a Wolvesden and without me, Kenny Drake would still be mistaken for the janitor of every arena that he steps in. Hell, as narcissistic as this may come across, without Carson Ramsay there wouldn't BE a Kenny Drake. Period. Howbeit, I digress. It's bad enough Kenny already thinks that I'm an arrogant 'fuck boy', I can only imagine his reaction if I went on to question who he would be if he didn't associate with me for a couple of months. 

Do you think I'm scared of you, Kenny? Do you actually believe, in your heart of hearts, that a man like me is supposed to cower beneath the sheets just because you're barking at him from the outside? I thought you knew me better than this. No, you DO know me better than this. You're just patching up your wounded pride by spouting threats and vows to end me my way. Deep down though, you know that I'm prepared. You know that I'm just as poised and ready to take on one wolf as I am to take on the entire pack. Badmouthing your wife might've ignited a flame under you, but I've been fostering a wildfire for the last month; with all of it bound to be unleashed in mere days on YOU. You will never get the respect that you claim a right to, not from me or anybody else with a shred of common logic roaming their cranium. Just give me one good reason why I should. Why should I respect a guy who's too blinded by his own ego that he's willing to turn on every single friend and family in the blink of an eye to get attention? Why should I respect a man who hides behind a swarm of people, letting them do most of the work for him and then come in for the scraps? Why oh why should I respect such an apprehensive, frail good for nothing man-child who always fall short on accomplishing anything worthwhile? Exactly. You don't deserve jack. Wait, scratch that— you do. You deserve a wake-up call, a much needed reality check to push you off your high horse and back to real life. Luckily for your ungrateful ass, God pitied you enough to bestow that upon you, and I happen to be the hand that'll hammer it home.

Oh, and please, stop depicting yourself as a saint while I'm a spawn of Satan in this scenario. You defamed me, I defamed you. You interfered in my matches, I interfered in yours. You harm my family, I END yours. An eye for an eye, Kenny. For the most part anyway. If anything, the roles should be reversed, though admittedly I'm far from a saint myself. Still, your mountain of sins tower over mine and they're way too obvious that I don't see the need to delve into them. Long story short, you and I are very bad people. However, unlike you, I don't sink as low as to betray people that entrust me with their lives. I'm not that desperate whereas you? Well, we know where you stand. 

On Sunday, bring your pack, bring your spiked umbrella, bring the entire world with you for all I care. 

If I'm going down, I'm taking you down with me. That will never change.

This is the reality of my situation and I can see that clearly that there are a lot of barriers and obstacles that stands in my way to reach my ultimate goal in becoming a champion. There are the obvious obstacles like other men that are either more accomplished in this industry than me or just overall better than me in every aspect that I can think of. The other barrier that stands in my way from becoming a champion is myself and this thing called fear. If someone would ask me "which would be the hardest to overcome?" my answer to that question would be overcoming myself and the fear that has consumed me. To some that may puzzle them considering the odds that are stacked against me. All of these men are extraordinary at what they can do inside of that ring, this match is literally like home to some and that they can exploit whatever lack of rules there are in this match to help them win. But when I think about the physical aspects of the obstacles that stand in my way, I can't help but think of all the physical pain that I have experienced in my life. The one thing that I have learned from all of that is that pain is only temporary, pain isn't something that lasts forever. My face may be swollen after this match I may suffer some broken limbs or ligaments but all of that will heal over time, but despite getting hurt like that it won't stop me from chasing my dream and realizing my potential. Another moment in my life where I overcame a really serious injury that literally cost me everything before I got here. But despite that I took a chance when I got better, I ended training harder than I ever did before and now looked where it has gotten me. In that time I made a choice to either let that injury beat me and live the rest of my life in a wheelchair and being miserable for the rest of my life, or take a chance on everything and do whatever I have to do to get to the place where I want to be and that's here in the EAW! If I had let feat consume me and beaten me to the point where I get anxiety of standing up or do whatever I do that could risk me getting injured again then I would have no business being in this company in the first place. Fear is what kills dream and the only person that allows fear to creep into your mind and destroy your hopes and confidence is yourself....myself. I'll admit that when I was told that I would be apart of this match, a part of me was happy that I have the opportunity in getting another crack at the Hardcore Championship, but the feeling of happiness quickly changed into anxiety because the images that I saw during the Hardcore Championship Scramble match has haunted me every single time I even think about this up coming match. 

Even this past Voltage I basically left my friend hanging to do all of the work by himself as I cowered in fear because I never recovered from the trauma of that scramble match. So I hid and then like a coward I tagged myself in the match and quickly got the pinfall and scored a victory for him and myself. When I saw that I felt automatic guilt because that's not the type of person I am. I know that I'm better than that, I know that I can do better than that. I don't want my friend Keelan think I'm some parasite that's only with him because he could basically protect me from the dangers of this industry. That's not what partners...no that's not what friends do. Which is why Keelan that I'm sorry for what I did this past Voltage and I promise you that it won't ever happen again, I want to apologize to the fans that has stuck with me because the guy that I have been for the past month or so isn't the guy you want to support, which is why this match is very important to me. Actually, this second chance is EVERYTHING TO ME BECAUSE WHEN I WIN THIS MATCH IT WILL RELIEVE SO MUCH WEIGHT OFF OF MY SHOULDERS! My biggest enemy isn't the other competitors in this match that is trying to do what they can to get a championship match with Nathan Fiora and possibly have a chance to become the new Hardcore Champion. My biggest challenge that I have to face in this match that could be the difference maker on whether or not I will walk out of this victorious, is myself. My biggest enemy is myself because in this match I have another opportunity to face my fear head on and tell it that I won't let it cripple me anymore. I'm not going to let the fear deter me from my goals and cloud my vision of the finish line that I will soon cross. Earlier today when I woke up I took the time to go to the bathroom and look into the mirror and stare into my soul where that fear resides controlling my emotions and my actions. I told the fear inside me that I wasn't going to let it kill my dreams, that I won't let it take away my hope of succeeding in this company that I have dreamed of being apart of. I told fear that I won't let it age me, I won't let it paralyze me I won't let it put me in the hospital and I told fear that I won't let it hold me back from my potential because I know for a fact that I can accomplish a lot! But in this match I'm not combating just only the men in this match but I'm also fighting fear itself and before I think of going on and having a chance to wrestle Nathan Fiora or even surviving in this match, I have to find a way to conquer the fear that's inside me. I told fear that I will not let you hold me back , I'm going to beat you and along beating you fear I'm going to beat every single man that stands in my way from realizing my dream in becoming a champion. I know I can do this, I have to do this, I'm capable of doing this and it will happen. I'm going to beat fear and I'm going to beat every man that wants to stand in my way because my dreams depend on it and I won't let fear or my lack of confidence or the people in this company from stopping me!

Right now I'm making a commitment to myself that from this day forward, I'm not going to run away. I'm going to stand here and fight for what I believe in and find my place in this company. I'm not just fighting to do some damage control on my image, it's more than that. I have a desire to live a dream that I thought once was impossible but now I have the chance in making something that as impossible for me, possible. I'm making a commitment to myself that I will do whatever it takes to be successful, it doesn't mean I'm going to go against my beliefs but what it means is that I'm going to stand here and FIGHT!  It doesn't matter if everyone decides to jump on me because I'm the weakest link or go through multiple tables or have chairs, kendo sticks and stuff break over my back or head or whatever. I'm going to find something inside of me to kickout every single time someone makes a pin a tempt, I'm going to find a way to escape a submission hold so I won't tap out. I will not succumb to fear and just back away, I won't get intimidated by the other competitors and what they say they'll do to me during this match because I will overcome it all. I don't need someone to hold my hand and do whatever they can to prove that I'm not a coward. No offense Keelan that was directed at you because the only person that can change that perception of me, is myself. So if you want to beat my butt for what I did then I'm not hard to find Keelan. You can kick my butt all day long but unfortunately for you and everyone in this match that thinks they can eliminate me as easily as you think you can, then be prepared to be amazed and astonished because every time you take me down I'm going to get back up. Every time you may think you have me where you want me, I'm going to find away to dig deep and survive. Just like a couple of weeks ago Keelan you literally had me beat but in a blink of an eye I ended up beating you. So please Keelan, bring it on, bring everything that you got because I'm going to prove to you that I'm not going to be a coward anymore and once I pin you again and eliminate you from this match, I will gain your respect and show you that you that I'm worthy of being your partner and I have the potential to be your biggest Achilles. I owe to myself that I need to win this match, I owe it to the people who have supported me through thick and think to win this match and most importantly I owe to my mom and the men and women who I may inspired in one way or another and that also share the same dream as I do and also the people who is struggling with letting fear cripple them and keep it from realizing your true potential! Well I'll be the example and show everyone that there is now a fire that has been lit inside of me and this may not be the Marco that you all are use to because I won't let fear control me! Black Sven, you'll see what I'm talking about when I beat you! Keelan, you're going to see what I'm made of when I beat you and earn your respect and Ahren you'll see when I eliminate you from this match and show that this eighteen year old boy will amaze you that you've never been amazed before! I'm going to win this, I can do it, I know I can do it, I must do it and I have to do it! Success is calling my name and I'm going to do whatever it takes to reach it.

The Book of Tyler, Chapter X: On My Own

(EAW Exclusive! This is pre-recorded and it's in an empty BC Place; the stage is set up and there's the two rings with the cage surrounding them. Tyler Parker is shown, sitting in the corner of one of the two rings and looking down at the mat. He's in a black sleeveless hoodie, Nike shorts and a pair of blue Nike LunarGlide 8s. Tyler looks around before looking back down at the mat. He runs his tongue inside of his mouth before speaking.)

This is it, this is the cage that will contain Lannister and I this Saturday, where we're to resolve things, not caring for our safety or our lives, with so much at stake here. Actually, what's even at stake here, in this match? I mean, our careers. There's no give in this cage. I mean, a couple of years ago, the fencing wasn't this sturdy but there's no give in this cage. I... I can't wait. Is it nonsensical to be this excited for such a brutal match with the likes of Lannister? Have the screws in my head loosened? Sorry if it would seem like that but I've been waiting for this, for the past few days... to get in here, in one of these two rings, to be inside of this cage like I have been for the past few years... to get familiar this environment again. I've been waiting for this, to get my hands on Nico Borg and to get in here with Lannister. I've been waiting for this, to show how far I'm willing to go in order to win this match. Yeah, I'm going to be beaten senseless, I'm going to get busted open and I don't doubt that there will be a point this Saturday where I think to myself that I should've never gotten myself into this match again but I know Lannister will be thinking the same thing. He'll be thinking that he should've never ticked me off or tried to get to my head. He'll be thinking that he should've never got in these two rings with me. He'll be thinking... that he should've never opened his mouth. Because, though I might go through so much in this match, I'll actually be walking out on my own two feet. Unlike Lannister, who like I said, will be suffering and struggling to even get up. I think we know at this point just what I'm capable of in this kind of uncontrolled environment. In a match like this, where there's nowhere for you to go, no hiding, no escape and there's nothing left for you... that's where I'm at my best. Lannister thinks I'm not what I used to be but he, much like the others that have said that before, won't like what I do to him this Saturday. He won't take too kindly of what I do to him. Because I've had my knee hyperextended, I could barely stand on my own two feet, literally and I still won. No matter what happens, that's who I am. I'll compete 'til there's nothing left in me. If I have to compete with a blown out knee, with a broken back or with a broken arm, I'll give Lannister what I've got in me. If I have to crawl on these two rings, I'll keep going after him. There's no keeping me down. Others have tried, countless others have tried to keep me down but none of them have been able to. Yeah, you're not like the others I've been in the ring with throughout my career but at the end of the day, I'm here to compete. You're not like the rest of them, you've actually said some things to me unlike the rest of them and you've kept up with me so far this week but your efforts are tiring. Whereas my efforts aren't on a weekly basis. That's the thing, you hardly put this much effort into a match, you barely put in any effort but for some reason, for this match in particular, you're actually putting in some effort? You know how many matches you've had that you actually tried? You know how many matches you've lost because you couldn't be bothered to try? What's got you even trying this week? Is it me? Is it because of me that you're actually showing up? You might've been able to keep up with me this week but you won't keep up with me in the ring. Because this match is about effectiveness and like I said, I've been in this match more than anyone else, I know what's effective and what's not effective. I know, Lannister. We could get to each other's heads, we could talk and talk, we could go back and forth each other and argue with one another for a week but none of that matters, not in a match like this. Because what we've said is petty but one thing you said got me thinking. It actually got me to think. Actually, you scoffed at me. You scoffed at the thought of me pinning your little shoulders to the mat. You scoffed at the thought me making you tap out. Look, I don't like you but I don't hate you either. I was going to go easy on you, not to hurt your feelings but I don't like how you've been talking to me. See, I'm not the kind of coward who doesn't stick around to reap the benefits of his work. I like to watch you writhe in the torment of what I've done to you. See, Lannister? You're so much higher than everyone around you. You've got this complex like you're owed things, like you should have others kiss your feet and cower in front of you. Not because you're physically imposing but your influence, your softness, your little smirk and your way of speaking, your hairy chest and that bald head. You're so physically imposing, right? We should worship you, on our hands and knees in front of you and if not? You tell us that we're lesser than you. There's one thing you have to get through that big, bald head of yours --- you're not a figure to be worshiped and no one is scared of you.

You and I are polar opposites, Lannister. I actually talk like a normal human being and you talk like you're in the high middle age. I think of this as a match and you think of this as much more than a match. We're nothing alike but we compete and that's what matters. This Saturday, those watching will find out that I'm willing to step up to any challenge and that Lannister has met his match. You've never been in the ring with a guy that you couldn't beat but me? I'm that guy. You're an actual competitor, one of the toughest bastards I've ever seen but I assure, this match... is nothing to mock. I know you're going to try to mock me some more, I know you're going to try to get to my head, I know you're going to try to tick me off more than you have because I know that's how you gratify. At the same time, I'll have plenty of gratification in hurting you for mocking me and for the things you've said when that door gets locked. Sorry but I take things much more seriously, it's just who I am, especially when there's a cage surrounding me. You might be one of the toughest guys in this business but I'm the most competitive and most violent competitor you've ever been in the ring with. I take every match seriously and I think of every match like it could be the last. Ironically, this could be my last match if you think about it, if you think about what kind of toll the steel structure has on a human being. I've been here before, I know what it's like, I know what kind of toll a match like this has on my body because I have the proof. The proof is on my body right now. The scars that I spoke of are from this match but the most significant scars are the ones you can't see and in this cage, that's just to my liking because it's known that I have a short temper but that's for you to find out this Saturday. There might be this mutual respect for each other but in these two rings? I have no respect. Lock me inside of a cage with others? I don't care about their well being. You've never faced anyone like me before and I know everyone says that, it's cliché but when I say it, it's not just big talk and it's not just hype... when I say you've never faced anyone like me before, it's because you haven't faced anyone like me before. I'm my own being. Kind of like you are, except I'm much more relentless and I have more heart. Last time I stepped inside of this cage was a year ago and Lannister, no cage you've ever been in is as brutal, as agonizing, as painful, as gruesome as this cage. A year before that, I had never been through such debilitating agony before. I bled, I cried but I kept going. What I don't have in multiple titles, I make up for in the amount of blood I've shed. I know there's this whole respect thing between us but make no mistake about it, you're going to bleed. You're going to get hurt, you're going to be begging for me to stop. I don't play games and I don't show mercy, especially not in a match such as this. Now, before things get a little more heated between us and I mean no disrespect but I'm walking out of here and you're not. I won't settle for less, I don't settle. No, see, what I do is win. That's why I've had one of the most decorated careers in EAW, that's why I'm a two-time World Heavyweight Champion, that's why I've been in one of the main event matches at Pain for Pride for the past few years and that's why I headlined Pain for Pride this year. That's why I've been the top guy here for the past few years. That's why Matt Ryder handpicked me to be in this match. The date has been made. September 17th, I bet you that what you're going to go through is worse than anything I've ever suffered. The tables have turned again, Lannister. It doesn't get much better than this. You're going to say this is just too much, this is just too cruel, this is just too heinous, you're going to say that you can't take it anymore and you're going to say that you're sorry for ever talking to me like that, that you're sorry for not thinking about what I'd do to you and that you're sorry for the slander and defamation of the name Tyler Parker. How does it feel to know that you're to be blamed for getting yourself in this situation? How does it feel to know that you're the one who's not keeping up with me? How does it feel to know that the guy you've mocked so much is meaner than you, tougher than you and is the most violent competitor you'll ever face? How does it feel? This Saturday, I demonstrate why you should have never screwed with me, why the rest of them should have actually retorted and not be a bunch of pussies and why I've never lost a match like this. We'll be bleeding, bruised, hurt, possibly broken but one of us will be walking out of this cage and it won't be you.

Keep your regards, bastard.

(Tyler takes his hood off and looks into the camera with a serious facial expression before the screen fades to black.)

Territorial Invasion Promo #3

The camera opens up in Bo and Tye's Pizzeria.  From the dimmed lights and the chairs on tables, it's safe to assume that the place has closed up for the night.  Sitting in a corner booth with his feet kicked up on the table, leaning back in his seat with his shades barely hanging off of the bridge of his nose, chewing on a toothpick sits Pizza Boy with the EAW National Title still around his waist.

"You say I haven't faced you, Kurt? Hmm, maybe you're on to something with the concussion thing.  Maybe I'm just some punch drunk virgin who can't tie his shoes and keep from drooling at the same time.  Maybe I'm a broken champion with zero recall ability and the IQ of a mozzarella stick.  That seems likely considering I thought for a single solitary second that a guy like you could ever reach my level, lose, and somehow be smart enough to scavenge another loophole to get back up to it.  No, clearly that's not you Burton.  Clearly you're scum under my shoes who likes using internet porn terms and racial epitaph to feel like a big man with a huge, throbbing, veiny...well for potential to tap into.  But you don't do you? What you see is what you get.  Even when the cameras are off, even when the light isn't on you, you're still that sophomoric thug who thinks there's a difference between stealing and robbing.  That's your amoral level, that's your capacity for intelligence.  Salt of the earth, scum of the sewer, what the south would call a 'good ol' boy' to somehow make xenophobia and sexism endearing."

Pizza Boy digs into his teeth with the pick as he talks, causing his gums to spurt blood momentarily at the point of otherwise masked frustration.

"See, I say you're wrong.  The way I see it, I've faced you before.  I've fought human refuse piles, back alley hoodlums, slum dogs with a bone to pick with anyone who seems to get ahead of them in the game despite your constant attempts to slice the Achilles tendons of anyone who ever gets ahead of you on the ladder of success.  Shortcuts don't work with me Kurt. Ask OMERTA, ask HexaGun.  I want you to go to their respective graves, dig up their dismembered corpses, drag them out of the shadows that they hide in from little ol' me.  Ask them who I am.  Ask them where I've been.  Ask them what they tried to put me through, and then ask how well it worked out for them.  I'm not afraid of little foul mouthed, street rat, schoolyard bullies.  I've made a career out of putting them in the ground.  But since you want to try and be childish and turn my words into some PR nightmare, how 'bout I just call you a weasel from now on.  Weasels are just as cagey, just as mangy, and just as verminous as you are.  Or how about possum? Opossum are just as sneaky and infatuated with garbage as a raccoon.  Are you a bucktoothed little cross eyed marmot? Some future roadkill with the brain size of a peanut?  Yeah, that fits you just as well."

PB takes off his shades, crosses his eyes, and pantomimes buckteeth hanging from his mouth with his fingers.

"'I think the word bukkake is funny a'cause it means jizzin' on a gurrrrll; That's you.  That's what you sound like.  You think it's edgy, you think it's cute, but it's about as edgy as farting in church.  I'm sure it goes over about as well with the fans as farting in church too.  You boys want to get real? You want to talk real talk? Wanna chat with the champ about the hard hitting issues heading into this match? Fine, we can do that.  Let's look at the facts; neither of you beat me to be here, Rex is the only reason you're even in this match Burton, and I've gone as far as lighting men on fire, throwing men down stairs, tossing men off of ladders, digging into someone's head with a pizza slicer, on numerous occasion I might add.  I even wrestled a fan, a woman, and an entire faction BY MYSELF to get where I am today.  So tell me boys, tell me, let me know what sacrifices you've made to get here with me right now? What in your careers has convinced you that you can pry this EAW National Championship from my greasy fingers? I'm not talking about losses, I'm not talking about bodily harm, I'm not talking about family time lost or friends betrayed.  I'm also not talking about throats slit or spills taken.  I'm asking you at what level have you demeaned yourself.  How much have the lives of your friends and family been devalued? How many times were you smacked down and told that you're not going anywhere? That you're just the comedy act? A sideshow geek? a pre-show, main card phantom who will only see gold when he looks at someone else's bank account?  Gentlemen, I've overcame.  I dug myself out of the most unlikeliest of gutters and clawed and scraped my way to the top with boot heels pushing my head back down into the mud at every single turn.  I faced the insurmountable and beat it.  I faced my career's mortality and overcame it.  I. Drank. Human. Urine! Not just one human's, but a stadium's worth of male body excrement filled my lungs.  And that was a match that I WON! Do you even grasp where I've been? Do you even know the darkness I've seen? I've worked retail for god's sake.  I'm kidding, but only a little."

Bo: [off-camera] You better be kidding.

Pizza Boy smirks and slides his glasses on as his face starts to fill with blush.

"Rex...You remind me of Moses.  Yeah, that's right, Pizza Boy's going biblical.  Color everyone shocked, but I mean it.  Rex, I have no doubt that you have many fans cheering you on, and I'm sure your follower count on social networking is huge, and I'm sure everyone online tells you that you deserve to be EAW National Champion.  Personally, I'm one of them.  You've busted your hump, you've plied your trade, you've been down some of the same roads that I've traveled...maybe...minus the urine imbibing, but I digress...You've done everything right to get where you are, showing humbleness and humility all the way...except. one. time.  Kurt Burton is in this match because of you, Rex.  He crashed the party for your success because you let him do so.  You showed bravado, confidence, and cocksure self-assured gumption in doing so, but that's all just fancy, self-inflating double talk for saying you got proud.  Pride kept Moses and his followers from the Promised Land.  Even after traversing a desert, even after amassing a huge following in His name, even after doing everything that the lord asked of Moses, one moment of human weakness kept him at the pearly gates, staring in from the outside.  Have you become this parable McAllister? Has your fate become a dogmatic passion play? For your sake I hope not...but for mine, I certainly hope so.  There's no question in my mind as to whether you and I could deliver a sporting one on one encounter with an indeterminable outcome, but you've interjected a wild card that makes me question whether or not you'll be playing doorman to my eternal paradise at the end of the night.  Not doomed, not damned, just there in that one spot for all eternity.  Isn't that what you fear most, Rex? Purgatory? stagnation? a death in momentum? being stuck in the same place in EAW for the rest of your career?  Not to mix scriptures, but it seems your fate to be Sisyfus.  Destined and doomed to push the same rock up the same hill for all eternity, only for it to roll down the other side of the hill right when you reach the top.  That would be a shame, but considering your track record maybe you should consider it as a possible fate.  Maybe becoming aware of it will change the course of the boulder, or perhaps in the least make you a bit more careful next time you reach the top.  And I'm sure you will, but Territorial Invasion wont be the night, and my title wont be the hunk of mineral to take the place of your boulder.  Until then, stay humble my friend."

Pizza Boy pulls his glasses off and slides them into his shirt collar and starts to wipe down the table in front of him as the camera fades to black.

December 23th, 1989.

The day that I was brought into this shitfest of a world. Amidst the incessant perturbations underlying the world's ambiance at the time, a baby Carson emerged from the rubble of a dysfunctional household. Ever since then, I've never looked back. Whichever road tickled my fancy had me instantly sold on crossing it one way or the other and I never cared about the repercussions that might ensue. Throughout it all, not once did I entertain the possibility of hurting someone else by what I do or say. I still don't. People have placed labels on my shtick that ranged from disrespectful to repulsive, shameful, psychotic and the list goes on. I refrained from the natural act of taking a step back and reflecting upon those appraisals and instead, let them all fall on deaf ears every time. Why? Because the way I saw things differed from anyone else's. You see, people rely on the notions of right and wrong to sew up their definitive judgement. They never argue the genesis of said notions or view them for what they really are; groundless morality bullshit established to hold them back for reaching their full potential. They're shackles that encompass our limbs as soon as we inhale our first breath, and only few have managed to break free from them. I've shattered those chains as soon as they were put on me, and ventured forth with no intention to be stemmed or put down. I trod past a plethora of red lines, trespassed on sacrosanct territory and pissed in holy water just for the fuck of it. An argument can be made that those happenstances are merely fruit of a horrible upbringing and a wild teenage spirit which, to a large extent, stands true. But that's not exactly it. I just don't like being chained down by rules and regulations. Abiding by laws scratched out of some self-righteous suit's or pastor's ass has never been a forte of mine. As a matter of fact, the only rule you'll see me heed is my own which is somewhere along the lines of 'I have one life to live, might as well make the most of it'. Now granted, that mentality did have its detriments. I've tip-toed my way out of a near-death experience more times than I care to keep track of, harmed innocent individuals and clinked bottles with rapists and criminals. Now that I'm dwelling on it, I don't necessarily take pride in those things but if I had to go back and do them all over again; in a heart beat. Reason being is rather simple, all of those aforementioned misdeeds molded me into the man that I am today. While most of those my age contend with being told what to do and what not to do, I relish absolute freedom. No boundaries, no manacles and nothing to stop me from running roughshod everywhere I go. 

Here's the kicker though, there are boundaries and then there is an invisible wall. To put matters into perspective, imagine strolling down an alley and finding the guts of a trash bag scattered all over the ground before you. Such a predicament leaves you with a couple of options; one, you start taking steps back in fear that your clothes would catch on the rancid smell or two, you march onward and eventually over that hurdle. Now, imagine continuing that stroll down that very same alley before ceasing movement at a dead end in the form of a brick wall. In this case, it doesn't matter how tough or courageous you are, the logical thing to do here is just make a U-turn and find another way home. Two different scenarios that are easily feasible in both literal and figurative forms but of course, one pack of sheep in wolf's clothing dared to defy the latter. If you have been living under a rock for the last month or so, allow me to recap. Once upon a time, there was a duo of promising upstarts that took the Land of Elite by storm. Then, when one of them began racking up monumental victories on his own and subsequently cementing a name among the Elite in this company, the other felt threatened. The other felt like he was dead weight that impeded the progress of his partner, when he choked on his share of opportunities at gold or glory. So what did the quote unquote 'weak link' of this team do to try and even up the playing field for himself? Why by stabbing his only true friend in the back of course! A week flew by before the turncoat was able to truly fathom how grave of a mistake that was. So, instead of manning up and owning up to that mistake, he hired a group of suspected homeless people, probably mortgaged his house and had his missus to take a couple of knees for him to afford buying the horde of chumps those Hot Topic masks and then aimed them at my head— a.k.a the guy who was supposedly too good to keep up with in a tag team. This sparked a war of attrition between myself and the spineless scumbag named Kenny Drake, one that would be dragged on for weeks to follow; causing the both of us a chance to become EAW Champion among a myriad of other squandered opportunities. As much as I was hellbent on making Kenny's life as well as his Wolfden family's a living hell, I still viewed it as an agenda that will fade out upon fulfillment. I've somewhat come to understand Drake's motive for wanting to get rid of me by any means necessary, and that's because I'm the biggest fish in the pond. I didn't take this whole beef to heart for longer than the day following the betrayal; it was all just unfinished business from there. I guess Kenny noticed that and perceived it as me still not taking him seriously, a theory that I can neither confirm nor deny, to which he responded by upping the ante. Recall when I was talking about the invisible wall that nobody ought to penetrate? Well, last week... last week, Kenny Drake bulldozed his way through it when he crossed the final line. Now before you swing at me with the 'pot calling the kettle black' idiom, I suggest you discern the difference between ethical boundaries that I shamelessly admit to walking over before and personal boundaries that represents the invisible wall. Kenny Drake traced along both and in doing so, made our business a personal vendetta. 

Last Sunday night, I watched my own sister dance to Drake's drum against her will, helpless to do a goddamn thing about it. I watched Drake parade about her house, helpless to do a goddamn thing about it. And I watched him... stand at my ten-year-old nephew's doorstep, helpless to do a goddamn FUCKING THING ABOUT IT. To think that a few weeks back, I had Kenny break down like the sad, miserable mess that he is because his wife was in my line of fire and thus, swallowed a bullet. To think that I've had him mentally vulnerable ever since, only to now stand corrected. Corrected and vengeful. I'm well aware that earlier in my speech, I went on and on about how easy it was for me to trample upon lines that I shouldn't, but this is different. The lengths that Drake has stooped to far eclipse mine in desperation. I'm also smart enough not to write down my death wish utilizing another man's family as ink, which cannot be said about Drake himself. You made your intentions clear last week, Kenny. Clear as day. This isn't about you trying to prove that you're better than me in the ring, this isn't about you trying to outrank me in the leaderboard. This is about you knocking me off my rocker, this is about you tugging me down to your level, this is about you wishing that when the dust settles, I weep in regret of ever rubbing you the wrong way. Well, you can check the first two off of your list because guess what? you've got what you crave. At Territorial Invasion, I'm not just gonna beat you. I'm not just gonna end Wolvesden, naaah. That's too quick and easy. You thought drilling your whore of a wife's head through the canvas was an act of lunacy? Boy, that'll look like childplay compared to what I plan on accomplish on Saturday. 

This weekend, Kenny Drake will be NO MORE. Wolvesden will be NO MORE. And if I had to waste my last breath on making that thought a reality, then Carson Ramsay will be no more as well. I don't care about the how's and if's; all I can ensure is that you won't be seeing Kenny Drake or his posse again after I'm done with them.

TERRITORIAL INVASION PROMO #4
 
[A lovely plot of green land stretches out before us, neatly trimmed and lined with lovely trees, giving of a sense of serene comfort.  Along the small walkway is row upon row of ornate, granite headstones.  At the steel gate stands Zack Crash, dressed in all black, as if he were attending a funereal.  He looks solemnly up at the words stretching across the metal archway marking the entrance to this somber place.  It reads…
 
EAW Career Graveyard
 
He walks calmly and silently among the graves, each marked with the name of a person’s whose EAW career is dead.  We see such familiar names as Chris Hessian, Alex Anderson, and Vance Tybull.  Crash even walks by a newly dug grave with the name “Cyclone” written across it.  He continues his pace, picking a few flowers and laying at the graves of a select few.  Then, hands clasped politely behind his back, he speaks in a mournful tone.]
 
Zack Crash:  Wrestling is a very fickle business.  A man can be the hottest thing going one moment, only to fall into obscurity the next.  A virtual unknown can, in a single instance, transform themselves into the greatest thing going in the business.  A Hall Of Famer, can even under certain circumstances, find that honor revoked.  The point is, once we reach the level we set for ourselves, we have to be careful about what we do, what we say, and sometimes most importantly…who we make our enemy.  Because all it takes to turn a bright future or an already successful career, into a wrestling cautionary tale is one mistake.  Sometimes we don’t notice the mistake for what it is when it happens, which is why we must all be careful.  Otherwise our careers might end up here one day.     
 
[Get gestures out toward the rows of those who came to EAW looking for fame, only to become infamous.  Finally Zack comes to a point were a crew of men are digging a new set of graves, each with it’s head stone already in place.  They bear names such as Matt Ryder…Lioncross…Chris Elite…Tyler Parker…and Ryan Marx.]
 
These five men whose names are before me are a variety of Elitists.  Some are veterans with mediocre careers, others legendary.  Others are relatively new, hoping to find the same success and glory enjoyed by others.  But right now, they all share one thing in common…they are about to make the biggest mistakes of their lives.  And it might very well be the mistake that ends their careers.  And what is this mistake you might ask?  Is it standing up against myself and OMERTA?  Is it taking part in a war that was none of their concern?  Is it underestimating my skills and the skills of my team?  While those certainly are contributing factors, you’ll be surprised to hear that these are not the mistakes that will ultimately end their careers here in EAW.  So what is it then you ask?  For one it’s their doubt, the other their stupidity, and one their silence.  In order to really understand what mistakes these individuals have made, we must examine them each individually.
 
[Zack positions himself in front of the tombstone marked Tyler Parker.  He looks down at it for a brief time, shakes his head in clear disappointment.]
 
Tyler Parker…I was going to ignore you after my initial response to you because you’re not important in the workings of this match.  But unfortunately for you, you’ve gone from insignificant to annoying rather quickly.  And like the annoying fly buzzing around your ear, the only opinion is to crush it.
 
[Zack lifts his hand, which is clenched into a firm fist.  He tightens his grip and the muscles in his hand bulges, as if to symbolize the crushing of said annoying fly Tyler Parker.]
 
You know you’ve talked a lot recently about getting revenge for the wrong I did you at Territorial Invasion two years ago.  And the more I hear you talk about it, the more it begs a simple question…why now?  Why only now have you decided to seek vengeance for a crime so old?  I was around and you were around, so certainly an opportunity or two must’ve presented itself.  Or maybe you could’ve come up with some sort of plan to punish me.  Yet instead…you…did…nothing.  For two years you sat quietly, trembling in the corner at the mere sight of my shadow.  Because for years now, it’s been clear that the beating you suffered at my orders put the fear of Crash into you.  You saw the power I wielded, the authority I possessed, and the ruthlessness I would go to silence my enemies.  You saw all this during my reign as Chairman, and you were too busy pissing in your trunks to do a damn thing about it.  But now that you have a team to hide behind, to protect you should things get too hairy, now you suddenly find your courage.  Now you bravely declare your intent to do this and that in the name of a vendetta nobody gives a shit about anymore.  Please!  And people call me a coward?!  And people say I can’t win without any help?!  All this bravado you keep spewing about how you’re gonna do this to me, or do that to me, or make me say this, or make me beg for that, it’s all pointless dribble.  You know why?  Because you ain’t going to do any of it.  When the bell rings in this match, you’re going to tremble in the corner like a little boy and do nothing.  I know this because you haven’t done anything about it before, so why should now be any different?  But you wanna know what is going to happen Tyler?  If by some circumstances of misfortune for you we end up in the ring together, you may in that moment feel a surge of courage; a voice in your head telling you that “you can do this.”  But this is merely your fear taking another form, and courage born out of fear often leads to acts of stupidity, just like when you decided to join Team Ryder.  I’m going to beat the ever-loving shit out of you for yet another time.  And with every punch I hit you with, with every wrestling hold you find yourself trapped in, you’re going to have flashbacks to that time two years.  In that moment, you’ll be too afraid to act, and you’ll start getting sloppy.  That’s when the real fun begins.  I’m going to make you wish that you had simply let this vendetta go.  Because the only thing your revenge scheme is going to get you is another humiliation suffered at my hand.  I’m going to show everyone exactly why your hype is officially over.  Once they see how far superior I am compared to you in the ring, their going to realize that I haven’t even come close to hitting my limit, while you reached yours long, long ago.
 
And when it’s all said and done, the only thing to be buried in those two graves you mentioned will be your career and your broken body.          
 
[His picks up a small handful of dirt and tosses it into Parker’s open grave.  He then takes a few short steps so that now he is standing in front of the one marked Ryan Marx.]
 
Funny how philosophers seem to see the faults in everyone around them, yet fail to see it when it’s most strongly within themselves.  Funny how apparently my teams “incessant talking” is supposedly a cover up for insecurities, when you’re doing just as much as any of us Mr. Marx, especially when it comes to me.  You seem to have more to say about me than anyone else involved in this match.  So then, by your own teachings, does that mean you’re insecure about me?  But that’s neither here nor there.  Lets instead talk about this platform you say was the main factor in why you’re even participating in this match.  It’s actually a motivation I can admire in a young talent such as you.  Unfortunately, you’ve chosen the wrong platform to stand on.  Because it’s about to fall right out from under you.  And all that momentum you think you’re going to get just by being in the same ring as me, it’s actually going to work against.  What’s the saying…one step forward, and two steps back.  But you’re right about one thing Mr. Marx, I wasn’t born for success.  Unlike you I didn’t get things handed to me like spots in a War Games Match.  I didn’t have the entire company doing what it could to protect my image.  I had to fight tooth and nail for it.  I had to struggle against constant doubt and I’m still fighting against to this day.  I’m probably the most discriminated Elitist in this company’s history.  Yet despite all of it, I’ve become one of its brightest stars.  I’m an inspiration to thankless little shits like you, because if it weren’t for some of the things I did, EAW would’ve never taken the chance on a guy like you.  What hardships have you really faced so far?  What challenges have you overcome?  You’re just a rookie, green as shit, so don’t talk to me about talk as if you know anything about me, my career, or what it takes to be a legend here because you don’t know shit.  You also don’t know shit about rebelling, otherwise you would’ve have asked such a moronic question.  You asked if I held people back why wouldn’t they rebel against me like I did against DDD.  The answer is some of them would rebel of course.  You’re right to bring up that point.  The only problem with that is it wouldn’t be successful.  You see since I rebelled once before, I know how the rebel mindset thinks.  I know what moves they’re most likely to make, what recruiting process their likely to employ, and I know the counter for every single one of them.  Haven’t you noticed that even though I’m no longer Chairman, I still wield more power than any individual Elitist on the roster?  That’s because I saw this eventuality and planned for, which is what OMERTA is.  It’s my Plan B, and from all available evidence, Plan B is running smoothly.  But I don’t do this to kill EAW’s future.  I do it to protect the future.  You’re new so you don’t really know what it was like just a few short years ago.  Back then it was a lot harder for newer guys like you to break through into the spotlight because it was dominated by guys like Jaywalker, Y2Impact, Mr. DEDEDE, Dark Demon, and a bunch of others hogging the spotlight for themselves.  I saw this corruption and sought to end it, and that’s exactly what I did.  Now look at the people leading EAW into tomorrow.  Aren Mstislav, Pizza Boy, Nathan Fiora, Lucian Black, TLA.  While none of these men may be members of my family or ones I directly taught, they are all enjoy the fruits of my labors.  All the success they enjoy, and all the success you MIGHT enjoy are because of the sacrifices I made, so if I were you I’d get down on your philosophically pretentious knees and thank me.  Just like how countless others have thanked me.  See that’s were YOU have failed Mr. Marx.  You fail to truly grasp the vastness of my influence.  My family isn’t just composed of the men and women you see.  Some of my OMERTA members have yet to even make themselves known, which is exactly how I want it.  And as long as there is a single person devoted to me and the future I stand for, I will never lose power.  They will fight more, bleed for me, and die for me if it should be required of them.  Look at the sacrifices JJ Silva suffered for this family.  That right there is the strength of the loyalty, of the bond, of the trust this family has in one another…in me.  And it’s that faith you’ll be facing off against this Saturday.  And all the philosophy in the world can’t save you from that.
 
[Zack picks up yet another small handful of dirt and tosses it into this grave as well.  He walks to the next grave, which belongs to Lioncross.  He looks down at it for a moment, shakes his head, then moves on without saying anything.  The next grave he arrives at is that of Chris Elite.]
 
Ahh Mr. Elite, I see you’ve finally disgraced us with your presence.  Finally decided to break the silence did you?  For a man who likes to talk as much as you I’m surprised it took you this long to come up with anything meaningful to say.  “Meaningful” being a term I use in its very loosest sense.  But I digress.  You seem to be suffering under this delusion that you’re somehow the downfall of OMERTA.  Now I’ll admit to probably having underestimated you, but then you failed to fully capitalize on that mistake of mine.  And the thing about me and mistakes, I never make the same mistake twice.  You had your moment when I might have been even a tiny bit vulnerable, and you squandered it.  But again…I digress.  Let me bring you back down to reality Chris.  Yes you and Ryder beat me and JJ in a tag match, but you clearly remember what happened afterwards.  So with that in hand, which team do you think looked stronger at the end of the night.  You had a victory against OMERTA…and you squandered it.  Oh sure you can brag you beat JJ at Dia Del Diablo, but does that really make you a conqueror or does it just make you lucky.  We haven’t met since then, and you’ve been smart enough to stay away from OMERTA until now.  Sounds to me like you were to afraid of suffering another beating and losing what little momentum you gained by confronting.  But…I digress.  The simple fact is you’re not the hero you play yourself out to be.  For example, where were you when Matty was getting his faced burnt off at Dia Del Diablo?  Oh you can make excuses about focusing on your championship match, but I don’t believe that.  Maybe you were just too much of a chicken shit to stand up for your friend when he needed you most.  Or perhaps you were trying to focus on your match, in which case you’re a selfish asshole who is/was willing abandon this cause you pretend care about so much, when you had the potential for material gain and glory.  Yet digress I must do again.  Point is this power of OMERTA you believe isn’t there is very much surrounding all of EAW.  Just because you don’t see it doesn’t mean it isn’t there.  Do you not believe in the sun because it goes away at night?  Or do you maybe think the wind is just magically fairy kisses?  You’re not really that naïve are you?!  We secretly have our hand in every aspect of this company, from booking decisions to sale of merchandise.   
 
[Zack then comes to the final, and most ornately decorated headstone.  It is clear much more time and effort was placed into its creation than the others.  And as you’ve probably come to expect on it is emblazoned the name…Matt Ryder.]
 
Oh Matty, Matty, Matty, my dear, dear burnt friend.  You know we wouldn’t have to be “broken records” if you actually gave us something new to work with.  Let me see…
 
OMERTA is a bunch of losers with no power.
You can’t win without help.
You lost chairmanship.
Blah blah, some vanilla bullshit, blah.
 
Seriously how long do we have to listen to these tired old counters?!  Over the course of several weeks you’ve essentially said the same thing over and over again, just rearranging the words here or there.  And when we respond with usual logic that rips your argument to shreds, you just repeat yourself, thinking that maybe if you reword things it’ll sound more compelling or different.  Or maybe you’re like a child whose just too stubborn to concede an argument.  If you wanna lecture us about new material, maybe you should start with your own.  But that’s not important.  What’s important is how the greater world is watching and interpreting this match as of right now.  You talk about people’s predictions and how those are just guesses at this point, which I found curious.  Why bring up such a point?  Who the people think will or will not win isn’t relevant to you or me.  Or maybe it is.  Maybe you’re finally starting to hear the doubts that even the fans have for you.  Maybe you’re finally realizing which of us the people take more seriously.  And why would that be?  You talk about guesses and predictions, but these things are based on facts, and the facts (not to be the “broken record” again) are that I’ve dominated you ever since this feud started.  Even when you win, I come out looking like the better man.  It’s finally getting under your skin because you always knew it to be true, it just took you hearing it so many times to finally admit it to yourself.  Which is good because admitting you got a problem is the first step to recovery.  But you wanna know who hasn’t been unnerved by the insults of the opposing team…me.  I know everyone against me is trying to promote their propaganda that OMERTA is on the downside, that we’re losing ground, and whatnot.  This brings to mind an old saying…believe half of what you see and nothing that you hear.  Simply put it’s that seeing is much more credible than hearing.  People saw me burn you at Dia Del, they didn’t just hear about it.  They saw me and Terry beat you and Lioncross, they didn’t just hear about it.  They saw me beat you up when I handed you your job back and after our tag match, they didn’t just hear about it.  Seeing is believing Matty, and when the people see so much domination it’s hard to swallow the bullshit that OMERTA isn’t doing so good.  So what other nonsense have you been spewing lately?  You keep throwing my faults and failures sat me, as if these alone are the single deciding factor that makes everything you say true.  Yes I lost my chairmanship, but yet I regained by position of power with the aid of my family in OMERTA.  But the bigger point to be made is that at least, unlike you, I had the position to lose.  That’s like the poor kid making fun of the rich kid because he doesn’t live in a mansion anymore.  Really?!  How does that make any sense?!  What you fail to realize is that despite all these setbacks you mention, I still remain in power and control.  I’m no longer chairman, yet I still have power.  Mr. Silva was kidnapped, yet now his back in the arms of his family while Murrow hides like a little bitch.  That’s where my true strength is Matty.  People may get the better of me now and then; they may get the upper hand, but I ALWAYS bounce back, bigger and better than before.  I’m bulletproof…I’m unbeatable…I’m immortal!  Notice how compared to other Elitists here, I’ve never vanished from the roster due to injury or personal issues.  How many others can say that, certainly not you.  It’s because I’m more dedicated to EAW that anyone else; I love EAW more than anyone else.  But more importantly, it’s because I cannot be stopped by anyone!  Least of all by some frat head, burnt faced, never-was!  You’ll never be able to compare yourself to me Matty, and that just kills you doesn’t it.  Like you said, you’re not doing this for any injustices I’ve committed.  No you want that one glorious moment so you can say your entire career wasn’t a waste.  Even if it isn’t a championship, even it it’s a humiliating defeat, you just want that one moment to cling to.  Which is why you continuously prolong this drawn out, yet surprisingly epic feud between us.  Well like to old cliché says…be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it.  You’re about to get that moment Matty, only I promise it isn’t going to be as pretty and wonderful as you might expect.  In fact, it’s going to be downright ugly.      
 
[He then brushes of his hands, and turns to directly face the camera.]
 
What you see behind me is the fate that awaits these men because of the mistakes they made in the moments leading up to this match.  The mistake of letting your fear consume you until it forces you to make horribly bad decisions; the mistake of hubris, letting your intelligence blind you to the simple truth right in front of you; the mistake of believing yourself to be a hero; the mistake of continued silence.  Or the mistake of .  All of you don’t understand that you’re just tiny little pieces in a much grander game.  All your philosophy, all your revenge, it doesn’t mean anything because you don’t mean anything.  All this and more will soon lead to the downfall of not just these two men, but an entire team.  My team is more highly motivated, and you can hear that whenever one of them speaks.  My team is better skilled.  And I have all the power of OMERTA behind me.  It doesn’t matter how many times you people try to deny our influence, it will always be there.  Just because you say the Earth is flat, or that the sky is green doesn’t make it true.  And denying the power OMERTA wields doesn’t make it a reality.  And the consequences for denying reality are behind me right now.  But worry not, for soon you won’t be able to deny reality any longer.  After this match, nobody will ever suggest that OMERTA isn’t the most powerful force to ever exist in EAW.  And once that reality sinks in, I will be able to begin paving my way to ultimate power in earnest.  Won’t that be wonderful for all of you?  You’ll have your own bit of immortality, as it will be your blood and bones that will become the foundation of the great OMERTA Empire.   
 
In OMERTA We Trust.
 

[Fade to black.]

Are you suggesting I should fear you based on the mere fact you have defeated me before? I have no genuine reason to fear you. I have no reason at all to fear somebody like you who clearly can't get the job done on his own, who has notoriously been dependent on others to be successful practically his entire career. Without The Iconomy and especially without The Sanatorium you would have never made it as far as you have and we both know that perfectly well. You don't deserve the right to call yourself king, you don't deserve to wear that crown around your head. It was literally handed to you. You have the crown, fine, but I am the one who sits upon the fucking throne, Eclipse. You thought this was your kingdom but it is mine, it has been mine for years and it will be mine until the end of times and I don't need a crown to prove it because I have this, the WORLD Heavyweight CHAMPIONSHIP.  A lot of people including yourself seem to have this flawed perception of my relationship with the board. I'm sick and tired of your ignorance, Eclipse, their ignorance. I'm sick and tired of people who don't know a damn thing about me making conjectures and laughable theories. Those who have followed my journey, those who have witnessed my war against adversity know that I am nobody's puppet, I have never been and I never will be.  All the contrary in fact. I have had a reason to do everything I have done here and I have done what I have done consciously, prudently and independently. During my time away from this company I found something worth fighting for. When I returned to EAW several years ago I came back with a purpose. I embarked on a quest. A quest to eradicate corruption. A quest to stop tyranny, to become it's bane. I became a symbol of hope for the weak, I inspired the voiceless to speak up. I did all of that not because Sebastian Monroe wanted me to, not because he told me to. Hell, he probably wouldn't even have wanted me to stand up to those who led us and those who lead us today. I did what I did t because it was the right thing to do, it was what EAW needed at the time. I wasn't Monroe's puppet then and I sure as hell ain't his puppet now. If you had any brain cells alive inside your head you wouldn't have forgotten that the reason Sebastian Monroe is in charge is me. I wanted him in that position, So tell me, Eclipse, who is who's puppet? Who controls who's fate?  Who's the master of who's destiny? People who speculate and assume I have an important connection to the powers that be clearly have forgotten they are the same people who screwed me over so many times in favor of guys like you, Eclipse. I've seen your world before, Eclipse. I have lived within it. I have experienced life inside of it. I know it ain't a pretty place to be in, I know how dangerous you are. I know the sort of entity you are. But I'm telling you, you still don't scare me. I'm not afraid of you. I'm not seeking protection from anybody and if Sebastian Monroe or any of his shameless puppets stick their nose in my business again I will make sure they regret it and I will make sure it's the last thing they do in their miserable lives.

You want to teach me a lesson? Who the fuck do you think you're dealing with here? There's not a thing you could teach me that I don't know already, kid. I have been around for seven years. I have seen it all. I've witnessed the creation of legends like Alexander Da Vinci, empires like Generation Genesis, legacies like the ones of Jaywalker. You don't get to teach me anything. You need to know your role, your position in the pecking order. I'm done letting children such as yourself marginalize me. I'm destined to become a legend and I will be respected as one. You either show me some respect or you prepare yourself for me to MAKE YOU show me some respect. I'm not going to vow to end you because I know it's going to take more than one loss to rid EAW of you and your friends but I absolutely vow to bring the fight to you. A fight you will remember until your dying day. A fight THEY will remember until their dying day. The outcome of this fight will serve as a reminder. A reminder of who I am and what I am capable of. I've seen a lot of people predict my downfall, a lot of people are anticipating my defeat. Those are the people I plan on proving wrong, those are the people I WILL shut up. Eclipse Diemos is just a stepping stone and he hasn't even realized it yet. THEY haven't realized yet either but they will. You will, Eclipse, but unfortunately for you and your so called kingdom it will be too late. By the time you realize you were just a stepping stone for me to reach the next level, the level of the legends, the icons like Mr. DEDEDE, Y2Impact, Mikado Sekaiichi and Jaywalker it will all be over already. I could care less what you do with the children you bring into your place, I don't care if you're a pedophile. None of that really concerns me. It's your life not mine. You can do whatever you want with it, I quite frankly don't care. What is truly concerning though is the fact that you, like Diamond Cage, have crossed a line that only a select few dare to cross. I know you haven't forgotten what happened to Cage for his actions. Yet you still crossed the line. You're probably wondering what you did to cross that line. Well, you disrespected me. Simple as that. I don't allow people to disrespect me anymore. I'm the champ and I deserve to be treated as a champion. I let Diamond Cage disrespect me only because I still treasure the friendship we used to have. Even still I whooped his ass. And I made him regret his decision. And just like I made him regret his I'll make you regret yours.

You do know that little video I posted on my Twitter was made by a fan, right? I hate to disappoint you  but I don't have that much time in my hands. But I wonder how you know the song used in the video is from a kids show. I guess you've been watching a lot of TV with the kids you "protect" in your home. While you waste your time doing that I continue to find new ways to excel. New ways to hone my craft and get better. And make no mistake about it, Eclipse, I am superior to the man you think I am, the same man you claim to have beaten in the past. I've found something , Eclipse. Something that doesn't just guarantees me to excel. I found my purpose. I found what I've been looking for desperately and restlessly for so long and soon the world will know what that purpose  is. What is an obstacle to me, you ask? Not you obviously. Obstacles exist for a reason, just like all of us. Obstacles are imposed upon our paths to be overcome and Eclipse I have made a career out of overcoming obstacles. Now, tell me, Eclipse, what makes you think I'm going to use the same moves I have used against you before? Someone like you, who's competing for a championship as relevant to our industry as the World Heavyweight Championship is should be fully prepared for anything. But you're not.. Maybe you're practically going to be facing an entirely different person at Territorial Invasion, Eclipse. Maybe I have revamped my arsenal of moves and you don't know it just yet. Maybe the man you analyzed and studied isn't the same man you're going to be facing at Territorial Invasion. Maybe, maybe, just maybe. One thing is for certain though, Eclipse. This is something I have said before and people have foolishly ignored: I ALWAYS have a trick or two up my sleeve. There's no possible way you can predict what I am going to do to you in the ring or what I will do afterwards. I won't be destroyed, I can not be destroyed. Get it through your thick skull, Diemos. I don't fear you, I don't fear whatever punishment you're possibly going to unleash upon me. I actually welcome it, I look forward to it because every painful event I have experienced has made me better. Losing all of those championship opportunities I shed blood, sweat and tears to secure for myself made me stronger. Losing so much to protect the Dynasty brand and ultimately fail to do so made me stronger. Losing the chance to be THE main event of Pain For Pride at Grand Rampage against Y2Impact made me stronger. I'm so much better than I was before and I promise you and everyone in this company, everyone in the world of professional wrestling, the doubters, the critics, the detractors that I am YET to reach my full potential, MY ABSOLUTE PRIME. This is only the start of my reign, Eclipse. This is the beginning of a new era in the land of elite. Those who like to overlook me and my reign and the Dynasty brand as a whole? I got a surprise in store for all of you. The wrestling world won't be talking about the EAW Champion or the Answers World Champion after Territorial Invasion.. They will be talking about me, the WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!

Oh, Ryder, for are you ever the one for dramatics. Making quite the scene and attempt in slandering Lannister's reputation for the sake of his one humbling sequence, when you had a mountain's worth of shame to fall back on yourself. The hypocrisy of it all, on display once more. Lannister fears he has become a broken record with this ever so apparent claim, but how you make it a necessity to remind. For Matt Ryder is trying to spread light where there is meant to be a void, but alas, who has come to listen to this man's authority to begin with? He has shown no authoritative aptitude, and the sour milk behind his words screams a man trying to save face with the confines of perception. Again, seeking union, how Matt Ryder's pretenses have fallen to a fable. The inclination that this man could lead an army into war at Territorial Invasion is the dry-rotting decay of realistic expectations that have been exhibited from Day one of this affair. Could the cracks truly not be detected? The landscape of these perimeters have been deteriorating for quite some time now. But no, never enduldge investigation into the clarity of the situation, it seems. As Matt Ryder is this sudden epitome of change, or at the very least that's what he would like to perceive. But you need to look no further than the answer to his own riddles, as to why this man has not been subject to change. He is still the same feeble kid that kicked rocks at any opportunity that came his way before. Because he doesn't know how to tackle responsibility - he doesn't know how to deal with the recognition of himself. How can you play fiddle to the role of leader, when you willingly admit people don't know the man they are following? Such a rookie mistake, entrapped within your veteran's presence. Why on Earth would you admit to the world that you don't know who you are? When Lannister was seeking conversation before, it was to in a rhetorical sense. Lannister never thought you would be incoherent enough to actually answer it. Now you've thrown a fastball right down the middle for Lannister to strike true, and who is Lannister to not take any punchline given his way? How do you plan to win the game of war against your counterpart Zack Crash, when Lannister is serving you up on a platter on his own dish? Perhaps this is due to the hardship nature that Lannister has continuously called you out on your fables before, and it has resurrected you into this man who is too bluntly honest. Lannister just seems to have you prone to mistake after mistake. Take no shame in it, for you are not the first to succumb to such a display. There is admiration to be had in realizing who you are or aren't, but not when you are in a position to lead. You claim to the falsehood that Lannister is a follower portraying himself as a leader, but here you are not penetrating through the simple 101. Your mind is just a vessel in this voyage. The experience is becoming a key factor in the mindset going into this territorial warfare to come. Zack Crash isn't exactly a man that Lannister has come to know and respect, but how he at least keeps his senses well beyond the realm of explanation.

But don't you even begin to entertain the idea that you are the seer of truth, the eye in the sky, because of one act of brutal honesty, Ryder - because that you are NOT, Lannister can assure you. Within your uncharacteristic showing, there was a tirade yet once again clamoring the to the ideals of false complacency. For, what are these "crumbling wall of lies of Lannister" that you continue to harp on, false leader? What has Lannister spoken that resonates as untrue? What is a claim that you've come to dispute? What, the commencement that is Lannister's utter and absolute confidence? Don't make yourself sound any more petty now, Ryder. That is probably the last swing of momentum that you'd need. But do please tempt Lannister, and for your own sake, make these qualms you dish out seem more than a suggestion from your own behalf. Because this childish cherade is only stripping you down to shame, and sealing the fate. You cannot continue to partake in this sequence of trial and error, but who is Lannister to expect you to take his advice? After all, you did just attempt to frame Lannister into this perception that he is no leader, even though as King of Elite winner, the contradictions already write themselves. But make no matter, Lannister will not harp, himself. But it seems like you are well on your path to the throne of ruin, one that you modestly let come your way. You have become a prisoner to the melodies that you entertain, and what you cannot keep at bay. There is a schism aura about you, Matt - one that separates and splits into two. Perhaps this is why you can't figure the identity to the core. The never-ending cycle that is your own contradiction. You wish to be brave, you wish to change - yet you are chained to the corrosion of your emotions. The truth is not so hard to find, but you have chosen to suffer within your own content. A pity, for there is indeed a success story to be had within you, but you aren't quite fit for the lead role. You can deny this all you like, as the mind is suited to deny the cynical conviction of our own despair. So it's time to face the music, Ryder, and come to admit and see that you aren't exactly in the position to be asking questions. You question Lannister's confidence time after time, but you have failed to achieve finding common ground in your own ambitions. This is not exactly the grounds for idealism, now is it? You may continue to attack Lannister for his loss to Ares Vendetta, or whatever small source of material you wish to cling to in your own citations. But just come to know, that Lannister is not defined by the loss of a championship match. Lannister, defeated, yes - perhaps. But never has he submitted to the will of another in this industry, and don't expect that trend to be on the uptick at Territorial Invasion.

You continue to grow this expectation of a fulfilled promise for yourself, to yourself - but Lannister sees only the doomsday in it. You do not fully understand the capacity in which Lannister is can, and will, exploit at Territorial Invasion of your vulnerabilities. Lannister has attacked you relentless here, imagine what is in store for the actual battle terrain? And please, do not make the same fool out of yourself that Tyler characterized himself to be, and imply that Lannister hasn't shown his capabilities of showcased his brute nature in recent memory. It was not too long ago that Lannister was reigning as EAW's World Champion of the world. And even more recent than that - had you flattened like a rotting corpse on the world's stage. Lannister does not discriminate, Lannister does not grudge - for even Zack Crash has come to know of this same fate. Lannister may or may not be your enemy, but your best course of action would be to tread lightly, Matt Ryder. Because Lannister surely will not discriminate on who faces the wrath of his judgment during this invasion. But if you must, and only if you must, go right ahead and cling to these false aspirations while they have the limelight to continue to be just that. Because at Territorial Invasion, Lannister is going to single-handily take away every dream, every passion you've pent up the past couple of months. It won't be out of spite, nor will it be out of rage, as Lannister has no ill-advised will, even now to your cause. It just comes down to the matter of conflicting, a dawning of combative ambitions at work. Hopefully, change or not, your maturation process has come to accept this for what it is, and put into perspective that the storm that comes for you, is not one to hold a personal vendetta over. Because once Territorial Invasion is done and over with, you can go on and continue to sulk in your lust of hate for Zack Crash, as that's when it no longer becomes Lannister's concern. But for the time being, you should probably re-align your strategy and determine Lannister as your number one target, and throw all hands on deck in his name. Because that is the only opportunity you have, albeit one that Lannister would come to swarm whole, but it's the only play you have to actually capturing your meager aspirations.

Like Lannister has said before, there are no men like me.

There's only me.

And at Territorial Invasion, it's going to be JUST me that is solely responsible for the world that is to crumble around you. Cliche, yes, but Lannister must see to it that you and he are on the same field level as it cannot be overstated, cannot be overlooked. Dumb himself down, he must, as you have just been sent Lannister's heed of warning, his royal decree, his lasting regards.

Do not spoil it, for the riches of Lannister's mercy is the only war you can play prisoner in.

Team Crash vs. Team Ryder? This is match of the year material stuff right here.  On Matt’s team we have the 5 best from Showdown and on Team Crash well they have the leftovers you know the guys when their matches come on you go use the bathroom.  Speaking of which one of those guys have had a battery put in their back.  He’s been walking around here like he’s the one with a championship.  Like he’s the hall of famer when in reality he’s just some big for nothing talentless piece of shit.  To make this is as cliché as possible just so he understands what I’m saying Terry Chambers…
 

You suck.   Yeah I said it Terry you suck and you are big for nothing.  Usually a guy your size he strikes fear into people’s hearts.  They are dominant, they are the ones who lead the pack.  Yet you Terry, you are just used as the enforcer and you are the worst enforcer I’ve seen in my life.  You are like the security guard in school no one respects or the bouncer in the club no one is afraid of.    Why would anyone want to align themselves with Matt Ryder?  Well who in their right mind picks you to be the enforcer or whatever it is you are when it comes to OMERTA?  Are you supposed to be replacing Scott Oasis? Are you supposed to be the new JJ Silva? Let me guess you probably want to try to take this title from me so you can feel like you’re on cloud 9.  So people will stop making fun of you and respect you when your name is brought up.  Thing is it won’t happen every time someone thinks of Terry Chambers they will laugh and they will shit on your name in every fucking way possible.   Zack Crash can’t help that change Lannister can’t help that change hell not even Nico Borg and his power of God can help that change.   “Terry Chambers is going to be unleashed” Unleashed on who exactly?  Is that a threat should me and the rest of the guys on Team Ryder be in the back trembling in fear? Let’s be serious now Terry who do you scare anymore?  Who still walks in the hallways backstage and gets frightened when you walk by?  Hell not even the janitors get scared anymore Terry you are a joke.  Like I said you suck.   OMERTA can’t help that change no matter how they try.  No matter how hard they try to make you an enforcer or whatever you are in that group it’s not going to work.  You know what people have been waiting a month for?  For me or anyone else on Team Ryder to kick you right in the fucking jaw and shut you up already.  I’m tired of hearing you talk so much like you all the sudden run the place.  The EAW Universe are tired of it too and I’m going to be the one to put it a stop to it my boot is going to be unleashed straight into you’re jaw doing myself, the rest of my team and these fans a favor.
 
“Does anyone even care about Chris Elite?”
 
Well you’re team mates sure as hell do.  Everyone keeps on bringing up the fact that I’ve been quiet lately and that’s because until now, until I’ve officially been announced to be on Matt Ryders team I’ve had nothing to speak on.  I defeated Nobi like I said I would no matter what bullshit excuse he had.  Now I’m going to help my team defeat you’re team no matter what bullshit excuses you’ll might have.  Now I have a question for you TJ? Does anyone care about you?  I honestly haven’t been keeping up with you after you and Drake lost to Brian and Cyclone and don’t think it’s just me who hasn’t kept up with you than it’s been a lot of people.  Sure you had that whole thing with Lioncross but still not even that brought a lot of attention to the name of TJ.  You being on Team Crash?  Still not bringing a lot of attention to the name of TJ and I think that’s what’s messing you up right now.  You are literally doing anything to have your name in someone’s mouth.  Whether it’s stealing someone’s briefcase or being on some shit team.   You’ll do anything to make sure your name pops up in a conversation about most talented or most entertaining on Showdown.  That must suck I mean I wouldn’t know how that feels since joining Showdown months back even before my championship when(Yes I know it took me 7 years to do so) I’ve always been in the conversation about most talented or most entertaining on Showdown.  Hell now more than ever am I brought up in that conversation.  Without even trying at that you on the other hand will literally do ANYTHING to get your name up there and still go without being acknowledged.   So again TJ does anyone even care about you?  After Territorial Invasion the answer will be simple…
 
Speaking of team mates being worried about me.  Nico why does it matter how quiet I’ve been? Is God mad at me or something?  Have I been too quiet for the lord and now you must make me pay?  Maybe I should stop before I trigger you then you use the wrath of God to strike me down… Okay, okay I’m done now I don’t want to upset anyone and diss anyone for their beliefs.  It’s just sometimes I wonder if the whole preaching thing gets annoying to you sometimes.  It’s like everything you do it’s for the lord now I don’t know if that’s really you or it’s just the part you play but you mean to tell me God tells you to take out all of Team Ryder?  That doesn’t sound very nice and I remember a saying about God not liking ugly meaning he doesn’t like Team Crash at all.  That was kind of cliché and boring to say wasn’t it?  However I guess after facing a bunch of cliché and boring guys it kind of rubs off on you.  Rubbed off on me so much that I’m going to say this.  After Territorial Invasion you are going to need the healing of God to make you ever compete in a ring again. No one is walking out the same after this match hell not even me.  However the losers, the losers on Team Crash will be the most incomplete ones after Territorial Invasion.  They will be the one most damaged and the ones and there’s not a thing you can do about it.  You and the rest of Team Crash can get in one room and all get on both knees and instead of doing what you guys usually do when that happens you pray and STILL not even that will change the results of what’s going to go down this weekend. 
 
Let’s move onto the Big Bad Wolf though.  Let’s move onto Lannister the mighty one.  You can take this how you want whether you want to take it as a lie or as a joke it’s all up to just hear me out for a minute... You don’t scare me.  Now I’m not going to sit here and lie like you didn’t scare me before especially after what you did what you did to Matt Miles months back.  However the fear I once had, me seeing you as a threat it all faded away.   I can look you in your eye right now and not be nervous of what’s going to happen.  However the Chris Elite before Pain for Pride the Chris Elite before he won his championship couldn’t say that.  Back then if I looked in your eyes I’d probably get nervous I’d probably get the shakes and tremble where I stand not now though.  Lannister you are probably taking this is a joke I know you hear it a lot how people aren’t scared of you but when you get in the ring with them you can already sense the fear.  That won’t happen with me though when I say something I mean it and this is no different I mean exactly what I say.   I’m aware of the havoc you’ve put in this company I’m aware of everything that you’ve done and it used to frighten the shit out of me.  When I hear it now though I just smirk.   I don’t think you got that same havoc in you anymore I don’t think you have that same beast we seen months back.  It’s all changed now you aligning yourself with Crash and the rest of those idiots just makes me think you aren’t the same Lannister you were a year or even months ago. I don’t know if it’s just me that thinks that or if it’s the world I do know this though.  I’m the one who is telling the truth there is no need for me to lie only the afraid lie about not being afraid and unlike everyone else I am not a liar nor am I afraid.  Should I be?  Sure you’d probably like that 100 percent you live off of putting fear into people’s hearts and that’s why when you see this it’s going to piss you off.   Want to know why?  Because even you know I’m not lying when I say this.  You can usually sense the fear of others however when you see this and hear my voice as I speak upon you, you’ll sense no fear and that’s going to piss you off.  You are going to do anything it takes to get in that ring and try to break me in half and you can try as hard as you want I know it’s not going to happen.   Since winning this championship and even before I’ve become a changed man. I’ve became wiser and I’ve became stronger I put down all the hate I once had for the fans and all that cockiness I used to possess and I used it for the greater good.  I’ve used all that time and energy to make me the man I am now and the thing is the transformation isn’t even fully complete yet. Matches like this though going against guys like you is what helps the progress moving forward.   We’ve both changed though one of us for the better and the other for the worst.  I’ve become the one that strikes fear into people’s hearts. I’ve become the one that intimates people whether they’d like to admit it or not.  While you just lost all that power you’ve once had and I know at Territorial Invasion you’d like to gain that power again to make yourself feel a part of something and you will fall short.  You’ll never have that feeling of power again and it’ll go from me being the only one not afraid of you to the entire roster not being afraid of you and that’s not something I think Darth Lannister can deal with.  It’s something he’s going to have to get used to though sooner than later.
 

Now onto the most important member of Team Crash the man himself.  Zack Crash, do you remember about a month and a half ago when I told you and JJ I’d be the beginning of the end to OMERTA?  Remember how you guys laughed at me and called me an idiot? Well prepare to laugh again because I think I was right and I believe 100 percent the official end comes this weekend.  I remember the last time you’ve had me in that trophy case or whatever that was of people you and the rest of OMERTA have taken down.  I remember it was before the tag team match between yourself and JJ and myself and Matt Ryder.  Of course we ended up winning that match and of course like the punks and sore losers you are you attacked us right after and felt manly about it.  Hell you even kept the pictures of us up however right after DDD you had to take mine down because I took the championship away from JJ Silva.  I took the championship away from the code of greed just like I said I would.   Here you go again though with us dressed like clowns. I mean you waste all of that valuable time to do such stupid things knowing that you’re going have to take it right down.  Well once you’re stable enough to do so anyway.  Zack I know what you’ve done in this company from being chairman to being a world champion I know the story.   I know the power you’ve once had in this company however just like Terry Chambers.  Just like TJ and just like Lannister you don’t have that power anymore.  Matter of fact I think I have it all figured out now these guys aligned themselves up with you because they all want that feeling of power again and they will fall short.  They won’t feel power anymore only over the guys dumb enough to follow them and after Territorial Invasion there won’t be many of those guys left.   You ask where I was when you were burning Matt and here I provide the answer.   I was backstage focusing on my championship match.  Matt knew he had to go into this match alone just like I had to go into mine alone.  I wish I could have been there to stop what was going on but I had my own things to focus on and he understands that.  It’s a different story this time though.  This time he isn’t walking into this match alone.  He’s walking into this match with people he knows he can trust to have his back and help defeat you’re team. 
 
This time you guys won’t be able to attack him without one of us being there to do something about it.   Zack after you let Team Crash down though where will guys like Terry Chambers be? Where will Nico Borg be when you fail to give them that power they want so much?  Where will YOU be Zack after Territorial Invasion?  Other than the obvious answer of the hospital where will you be? When you comeback from injuries it won’t be the same for you here in EAW no more it won’t be the same for none of you hell it won’t even be the same for Team Ryder.  Because we will be the ones with the power and unlike you we’ll use it for the good and not the evil.  We’ll use it for something worth it and not something worthless.   I took an oath when this whole bullshit started between me and OMERTA I’d be the reason they are no more and I have the chance to fulfill my oath this weekend and I won’t fail.  I’ll stick by my words just like I did on Showdown last week and just like I did at DDD last month.  I will be the reason your empire crushes right above you and the reason everything you once had disappears.   Even with it taking me seven years to win a rookie title every time I’ve stepped in the ring since winning it whether I’m defending it or not. I’ve made it look like a world championship.  I am no disappointment nor will I ever be one.   You on the other hand Zack not only will you disappoint your team mates you’ll disappoint yourself.  After this War Games match after were all done beating one another to a bloody pulp.  After the team of Team Ryder are the ones with our hands raised.  We and the rest of the EAW Universe gets to wash their hands with you Zack and OMERTA as a whole.  We finally cleanse the place of what the fans wanted gone so long ago.  After this match you’ll all ask yourself in who exactly did we believe in again?

 
This tournament was all about survival. You had to scrap your way out of a six-woman group of hungry competitors, then manage to win a semi-final match over another group winner, just to get to this spot we stand in today. Now I’m left standing across from Madison Kaline, a woman I’ve met so many times in my career, yet rarely in this one-on-one setting. In fact, I’d guess it was last year’s Empress tournament. I was green then, still so new to the way EAW works. I was somewhat happy go lucky just to be here and flying around with my ears pinned back. There was more bark than bite back then, I can admit that. But oh boy how things change. All of that was so long ago and I have grown so much in just a short time. I’m now just inches from grasping the Empress of Elite crown. This match is an island built for one with two people on it. There’s no way I’m letting Madison survive over me. All this work I put in to reach this point, there’s no way in hell I would let myself be the one that takes this fall. That crown is mine. I said it before this tournament even started, there is no way I’m leaving this tournament without that crown on my head. And I will make sure that comes absolutely true on Sunday at Territorial Invasion.
 
I understand the history of my opponent. I understand her abilities and her achievements. I know Madison is one of the more talented women to ever grace this company. I also know how far she’s willing to go to win a match. I know she has a certain brand of crazy that’s only grown more insane over time. But hell, I embrace that. There’s something to be said about an opponent that’s so crazy she can turn an entire match just with her mindset. And there’s something even more to be said when she attempts to do that and I knock her right back on her ass before she can do it. If she wants to take our match to unexplored depths and try to push me further than I’ve been pushed, she’s in for a shocker. I’ve been pushed to new heights relentlessly throughout my career, but I’ve never let it slow me down. No, I’ve smashed through those barriers they try to put over me and I’ve upped my game to new levels. That’s a common theme that everyone has seen during this tournament. No matter what my opponents have been willing to throw at me, I still found ways to rise to that level. No matter what Madison finds to toss my way this weekend, no matter what level of intensity she brings, I will take things further. I will take this match that far myself. I’m too hungry, too damn determined to win this match. I came all this way, so far. You think I’d be willing to settle for leaving it all at the doorstep and walking away. No damn way. I will do what it takes to win this match.
 
For you there can be a certain tale of redemption spun. You came so close to winning this whole thing a year ago. Yet is it really redemption when you managed to lose and still become the champion anyways? Maybe the true redemption comes from my side. I fought my ass off to build a title into something. And after I lost that title, I struggled to find my way. That’s when I went back to the drawing board. While you were away trying to find yourself, I was in the gym retooling myself. I took what was there and I improved on it. I became a more efficient fighter and I developed a stronger core. I learned how to be quicker and somehow became even more stubborn than I already was before. Because after Pain for Pride I saw this tournament coming up. I saw my first year in this company coming to a close. And I saw the need to take the next step. So I forced evolution through hard work. We all grow over time. Some of us learn from those wins and losses and figure out things faster than others. I learned so much throughout my first year. But just being good enough to win wasn’t enough for me. I wasn’t content. I wanted to be better. I wanted to be more of a threat in every match than I’ve ever been before. I did unimaginable things as a champion for five months. That could have been enough for some people. But I strive to be even better. I’m not focused on what I did in the past. That’s for someone else to write. But for someone who has been written out of this company by her peers since the day she entered it, this is something I want more than you could possibly imagine. Women within this division have told me I didn’t belong here, they’ve called me a failure and they’ve said this was my last chance. So many of those women are on the outside looking in at this final. Yet still they whisper those same things. I don’t need to do this for them, to prove them wrong. I’m doing this for me, to prove myself right. There were times I doubted after I lost the Specialist’s title, believing things wouldn’t turn back for the better. But I took things into my own hands. We all have a play in our own destiny. So that’s why this crown is my redemption. It’s proof of how far I’ve come while my detractors would say otherwise. My critics will never go away, but either will I. Go ahead and criticize me while I sit on that throne with the crown resting peacefully on my head. And then watch as I go to Road to Redemption and become a champion once again. You can damn near bank on that. Because this is still just the beginning. I have so much more of this story left to write.
 
We both faced trials and tests to get to this point. I won’t deny you’re just as worthy as me to be in this position. That prize at the end presents something big for both of us. For you it would be a ticket right back to the top. You left, but in the short time you’ve been back you made it clear you haven’t lost a step. At least not by much. It took a lot of gutsy efforts to win your block and to beat that fiery Sophia Rose. Neither of us were the popular picks to make it out of the semi-finals. There was no way Cailin Dillon could take down Kendra Shamez. And Sophia and Cameron Ella Ava were too hot to be stopped by Madison Kaline. Yet here we are, outcasts unfit to be queen by so many around us, yet fighting for the promise to be royal. And I promise you, I will leave our match as royalty. I had to walk through the fires of hell just to get here. There were women who tried to shove me off the edge of the cliff so they could watch me burn. There wee so many who couldn’t wait to see this journey be turned into nothing more than a pile of ashes. But they were denied by my pure determination and will. I haven’t let anything stop me from getting here. Why would I let you be the one who stops me now? I said it before Madison, nothing is going to stop me. I can only imagine the dreams and desires that you’ve developed now that this prize is officially in your view. Slowly, but surely, your view is going to be clouded by a picture of me as I continually pummel you with move after move. Your dream will fade away as you watch me ascend to the top of this match and claim what I wanted all along. My dreams won’t be denied, and my hunger will be fulfilled with the win I get on Sunday. But that hunger will only be satisfied for a moment. After that crown touches these orange lochs, I will feel that growl in the pit of my stomach once again. For I’m not content to just be Empress. I mean to be Empress and Queen of the Vixens division. When you put all your work into being the best, when you focus this much energy into constantly evolving and improving, the only option is to keep climbing up. This isn’t about gold or prizes, this is about fighting the best and beat the best wrestlers in the world. This is about constantly becoming a better fighter. I redesigned the old Cailin Dillon to become the one you’re about to fight. When you start this match with me, Madison, you won’t even recognize who you’re fighting. And at the end of this match, you’ll be left wondering what the hell just happened after this tornado leaves you in her path of destruction. Oh… there’s the sirens. It’s already too late.