Chicago, Illinois
United Center
12-20-16
5:30 p.m. est.


Scene pans to a upper deck section of the United Center in Chicago. Rex McAllister happens to be seated in one of middle seats. He's clad in blue jeans, a white collar shirt, which is concealed by a black overcoat. Rex is relaxed with his legs crossed resting on the empty seat in front of him.

So as I sit here, I get to thinking. The year is almost over, and another year approaches. So, yes, I sit here, and I ponder this, as I've been with everything lately. The landscape here produces subtle changes here and there all the time. I'm not just talking about title changes, but new opportunities. There has been a great influx of talent that has come through here, and the growing feeling inside me is that I've got to step up my game to a different level. I was reminded of this reality at Road To Redemption. I am at peace with the result, and am motivated to erase the scarring from that loss by not just having a good 2017, but a great one. I'm anxious and giddy to get back in the ring, back into the flow of things. This week is the awards show, and would you know it, I am nominated for one award. That in itself is reason to show up in Chicago. A lot of my peers will be on hand, and honestly I am thrilled for a bunch of them that really broke out in a big way since last year. It's not easy keeping up the momentum you gain. Sustained momentum is the hard part from where I stand. You have to believe you can do it, and I mean do what anyone tells you or even thinks you can't. I'm the only one that can pull myself down, no one else, and I just don't intend to do that. I believe in myself. I know I am braver, have more heart, and am more resilient not to mention more capable than you can possibly imagine. I'm driven to be nothing less than the best. I don't care what it takes or how long it takes. I will bide my time. I will get better, and better, and better. I won't be denied. You may knock me down, but you won't keep me down. Just remember that as you all are surely watching me make my ascension to the top. The New Breed championship wasn't a sign that I've peeked. It wasn't a beginning, but a continuation in my evolution.

Now, I'm very aware that this time of the season is a time where other brands look to swap talent with the idea of balancing out the talent pool. It happens every season, and for better or worse that is a reality that we all have to accept. Showdown has been my only home in EAW right from the very start. I must admit that at the beginning of this season I was ready to be selected by Dynasty or Voltage. I was ready to prove myself on another brand perhaps every Friday night, or even on Football Sundays, but that didn't end up happening. I got re-drafted to Showdown, and honestly I was stoked. I was jacked up. I was ready to show Murrow and HRDO, and all the new talent that arrived my worth. That's all I've been doing this season is showing my worth, and I just hope it has been more than exemplary for the upper management of Showdown. If you choose to undermine the undeniable untapped greatness that I possess and trade me away, well then that would be your loss and another Brand’s gain, mark my words. Rest assured though that whether Showdown decides to make the right decision and keep me put, or send me off to another brand, it will not change a thing as far as what goals I have set in my mind to accomplish. Two-thousand Sixteen? That was nothing. Next year? Stay tuned Universe.

[Rex smiles thinking about the future as he rises from his seat. Rex looks out from the stands down toward the bottom deck and then at a wrestling ring as the scene fades.]

It’s been a while hasn’t it? Now I’m sure a lot of you think I’ve been avoiding being on camera due to being embarrassed or I was hurt and I didn’t want to show myself or whatever else the case might be.   That’s not it though a power bomb through a chair don’t do nothing to me but keep me down for 10 seconds.  I’m still healthy, I’m still good to go whenever that time might be.   I just needed time to process my thoughts and think about what I have to do to better myself.  See I’m not sure if any of you realized hell I didn’t even realize until I lost to Terry.  I have been in a real slump since losing my championship gold things haven’t been the same.  I haven’t won a match since now see Chris Elite from years ago would have got up and packed his stuff out already after a slump like this.  Hell the old I would have packed after I lost my championship.  That’s not the case though with this Chris Elite.  There’s no need for that.  There’s no need for a change of personas there’s no need for a name change or anything like that.  I just need to get these missing pieces together and find myself again and better myself.  Now with 2017 on the way I’m glad I’m going through this now and not later.   I want to enter 2017 a better Chris Elite then I entered and left 2016.  Don’t worry I’m not going to claim 2017 is the year of Chris Elite I’m sure we’ll be hearing a lot of those claims from a lot of people soon enough.  Just know 2017 will be a better year than 2016.   2016 is where I won my first ever championship in EAW and it won’t be my last.  In 2017 I want more gold I want more success.   I want to snap more jaws with the Box Office Smash.   I want God to give me more greatness.  See I missed out on Road to Redemption just barley in 2017 though I don’t want to miss out on any event I want to be a part of it all.   I’m going to be in the gym working my ass of in 2017.  Practicing new moves and new ways to not only hurt my opponent but to defeat my opponent.  This year I’m not nominated for anything but next year I can guarantee I’ll be nominated for multiple things.  I just wanted to get this out the way now so I’m not asked what my mindset is during 2017.  I want everyone to know beforehand what my mindset is.  That loss to Terry didn’t do anything but give me more motivation and give me a reason to work harder.   At the end of the day I’m still going to be moving forward and doing bigger things with my career.  In 2017 I start over I forget about the past I forgot about my slump.  I leave my losing streak behind and start fresh.   With that being said I hope you all enjoy Christmas and New Years with your families and you’ll see Chris Elite back on your Television screens in no time.

I'm not that desperate. I'm not going to cling to the hope of becoming Tag Team Champion if it wasn't meant to be. Matt Squared can celebrate their fluke victory all they want, it still will be remembered how the insipid Matt Ryder had to get help from his partner in order to take out a five-foot-six-inches woman that typically could be knocked down in minutes. But I get it. The win was well-deserved, or so they say. Lannister was out of the way, and so the two examples of mediocrity combined their powers and took me out in a snap. IT WAS HORRIBLE! I CANT FEEL MY LEGS! THIS IS THE END OF ME!
 
But boo fucking hoo, I am not going to wallow over a loss. Matt Squared can celebrate all they want with a Championship that they snatched away to prove that a cry of desperation is all you need to pull through. You need to be an insecure little cunt who's career is being flushed down the toilet as witnessed by the world, while he reaches for the spotlight that he can never get on his own without crying out like a bitch to his "superior" BFF. You need to be a hopeless mongrel who's faker than Cloud Matsuda's ten layers of make up -- he says one thing and does another, whatever is convenient to the situation as he makes it too obvious that he has absolutely no trait that makes him stand out or a motive that makes the world take him seriously -- and all the while telling the world how much of a good samaritan he is. You have to be an idiotic piece of shit who couldn't make sense of his own words if his life depended on it as he desperately try to sound intellectual to no avail and make a sad attempt to play a psychological game when he's the only one within the group who seems to be suffering mental lapses every single time he utters a word to address his opponents. You need to be a downright pitiful garbage-worthy competitor that isn't even noticed by the world as anything more than a punching bag then, and still isn't worth a damn thing now, absolutely nothing more than a distressed pretender as he hides behind the shadows of Matt Miles who clearly makes it his priority to hold the hand of his handicapped brother Matt Ryder that we all know and love. Those are the characteristics that you need to possess in order to score a win against the Emperium, no matter how incompetent, monotonous, tasteless and downright inadequate you are. All you have to do is simple -- cling to whoever gives an ounce of shit about you instead of working independently to do your part in the so-called well-oiled machine. You need to hide like a bitch, wait for your partner to assist you to do a job that you couldn't even finish on your own because your tiny brain couldn't function without the paranoia of the Heart Break Gal eventually kicking out from your weak maneuvers.. and then give yourself credit for the hard work that you did! So from the bottom of my heart, I congratulate you, Matt Ryder, for pulling it off! What you did was so fucking brilliant, I wish I would've thought of it myself! But other than the fact that I didn't get the memo, I suppose when you're me who doesn't let this kind of showing make or break my career like it would have done yours, I take a different approach... I want to be seen as a wrestler who takes pride in being a world class performer instead of a filthy bloodsucking parasite like you. I want to be seen as a competitor who rises from the ashes stronger than before after a loss, than be likened to you who will always be the nobody no matter what names he took out "on his own". Seriously Matt Ryder, I am the Heart Break Gal, the same one who has been placed on an unbreakable pillar just by simply waving her hand to the crowd, because even a snap of her fingers can already be seen by the world as a display of dominance. You didn't win against The Emperium. You got lucky, and everyone knows it. The circumstances decided your win than any of the actual effort that you've placed coming into this match. The tides were on your favor because you caught me at the wrong place at the wrong time. And don't get me wrong, I applaud you for taking advantage of the situation. I applaud you for screaming for help because you couldn't get the job done on your own, but look at us right now Matt Ryder. We face each other at the last show of this year, the Awards Show. No tag team rules. No team mates that would interfere, just you and me in a display of skills for the world to see. And they will witness exactly how I break you into pieces and how the events would have gone under normal circumstances and your fat ass is actually forced to wrestle. Your audience that cheered you when raised the Tag Titles will come to realize your inferiority, the fact that you are nothing compared to The Heart Break Gal and how the match at Road to Redemption was nothing but a fluke. Your partner will view the scene from a far and think to himself what a desperate mess you are and how you aren't doing him any favors, and that carrying the team is what he will have to do in order to make this reign last longer than a month. I'm way past the point of recollecting what I should have done in the match and the missteps that I have taken. All I can do is move forward and fight to prevail in the next opportunity I am given. This match I dedicate to Lannister, whom after the trials that he has been given, still steered his direction to the main prize that made him World Champion now. I must abide by The Emperium's code and prioritize this win, as I let Matt Ryder realize that though I do not aspire on becoming Tag Team Champion for now, the fact that I presented his severed head to the crowd after an electrifying performance will forever be embedded in everyone's mind -- the dragon's flame will always be strong enough to overpower what little spark he has. And that same flame guarantees that I will not be defeated again.

(Jack Ripley is just chillin at the RAD Betting Agency per usual)



It’s been quite a whirlwind of events lately. First, the HIGH ROLLLLLLLLAAZZZZ, congratulated the place holder champions on a job well done, while also sending them a message that they shouldn’t get too comfortable with our titles. Ok, we didn’t exactly congratulate them. Why would we? There was nothing  to congratulate them about? What’d they do that was so special? Beat a bunch of people that were just thrown together? That had no experience teaming with each other? That can’t actually call themselves teams, yet are going after the title that calls them the best team in the world? That’s how much those titles matter as of right now. The Tag Team Tournament was a joke, how much of a joke was it you ask? Well it was such a joke that the new Answers World Champion Lannister actually lost in the finals, but wound up winning the “biggest prize of them all” by the end of the night.  You know he didn’t care about those titles. Didn’t he even wrestle three matches? Obviously he didn’t want to tire himself out for anything else. Actually I’m pretty sure that the tag team match was his second, so he was already tired from the first match. But what I’m trying to say is, he didn’t care. No one really cared. It was a bunch of thrown together teams, while EAW’s only real tag team, waited in the wings, waited to see who we’d have the pleasure of beating. It happens that Matt Squared, one of the most embarrassing tag teams that’s ever graced anyones screens won it all. Matt Squared, a team that also had other aspirations that night, well one of them did. Matt Miles went into the Voltage Chamber…. In a losing effort, no surprise. That’s the thing with these tag teams nowadays, they’re all in it for themselves, they don’t care if they have the tag titles, they want their own glory. But not the High Rollerz, we’ve dreamed of becoming the Tag Team Champions since we busted out of our mothers collective wombs. That’s why, when we were put in this battle royal to determine the number one contender for the New Breed Championships, it left us scratching our heads. Why are we in this battle royal? We don’t care about the New Breed title, we don’t want the New Breed title, all we care about is those Tag team titles, and making them great again. Right now they’re lacking the prestige that they deserve, and the only team that’s able to fix that, is us. But we can’t obtain that goal with meaningless singles matches, that doesn’t propel us to our ultimate goal. But what’s done is done, and I guess have two titles would be cool. Look at this though, the High Rollerz have been back in this company for three weeks, and we’ve already got 2 titles on our plates. That’s how highly EAW management thinks about us. We just walk up to Matt bitchass Squared and be all like, ayy give us those titles, and they’re like, whaaaa, da High Rollerz? We fucked now. And yeah you are, because when we want something, we take it. Normally by betting, but when people don’t want to bet, or betting isn’t an option, we take matters into our own hands. That’s whats going on here. We don’t need to win a number one contenders match for those Tag Team titles, why? Because everyone knows that we are the best team in EAW, bar none. But yeah.. This New Breed number one contenders match, is cool too. You got the two most talented Elitists working in the ring together, who can stop us? Really it’s just a matter of, will it be David Davidson, or Jack Ripley that wins this thing. No one has the teamwork we do, no one has the unselfish attitudes that we do. We’re not doing this just for ourselves, we want to make eachother succeed in life. If David Davidson is the New Breed Champion, then Jack Ripley is the New Breed Champion and Vice Versa. Lars Grier is just a meathead, with no brain cells. And most likely a lack of testicles because of all the steroids he’s taken. If he ever got with a female they’d be all like damn look at all those muscles, then get all excited, pull down the draws. Then they’d either laugh hysterically, or cry because it was so pathetic. Kelly Hackenschmidt, you want to come across as this nice guy, but I’m feeling like this nice guy act is just that, and act. You don’t become a professional wrestler with a nice guy attitude like that. And if you do, you don’t get far at all. You want to talk about this shame of a tag team you and Finnegan have got going on? You’re a real tag team? How many matches in EAW have you wrestled together? I don’t think any. And I am talking about EAW, where god actually pays attention, not some rag shack that you might have beaten Tits Mcgee and whatever his partners name is. You don’t have the chemistry that we do, and your team will fall to our feet. Don’t you ever speak our names in the same breath as yours ever again, you disrespectful twat. Your team ain’t shit, you ain’t shit. Then there’s Solomon Caine, who’s had a lot to say about us. You think we’ve gained all our success by not lifting a finger? Untrue, to place a bet you must life a finger to pick up the phone, like lol you sound sooo dumb right now. We work hard at our craft, we know exactly what we’re doing, and how to manipulate the system into our favor. It takes brain power, something you surely know nothing about. You don’t gain all the wealth we do just by chance… Well some chance, but mostly skill. You just think of us as degenerates I guess, and even if we are, who cares? Why does everyone come after us sideways for our personal life choices. It’s a hobby, that we happen to be very good at. But that’s just life I guess, everyone always judges people on their life choices, but can never examine their own faults. It could be jealousy, or a misunderstanding of the situation. Either way, they don’t know my life, or who I actually am, and that’s ok. You all can keep talking about what we should or should not do, and we’ll just keep winning these matches. There’s a reason we’ve gained so much notoriety in such a little time, we are what we say we are, and that’s simply the best.

 

(The camera fades to black)

"Veni...

...Vidi...

...Vici."

It seems as if the mystic wind is upon all in the Answers of Extreme Wrestling. But there is a certain chill in the air, one that towers over casting shadows and ironic melodies. The silence of the night is no longer that of a lonesome road that paves the way to redemption, but rather the acknowledgement of the beginnings to an end. Lannister embarks on a new quest, a journey laid out by the craftsman in the entity of his own hands. While the world mourns for the anthem of the underdog, it is Lannister that has set this world ablaze, resenting the prominence of stature! But there is reason why the world comes to appreciate the arc of David vs. Goliath, the root in good versus evil. The mighty and the fallen. The cliches build upon one another, serving as grievance towards Lannister and his dared aspirations. But without men like Lannister, The Pizza Boy AND Lioncross prove obsolete. There is ancient wisdom to be had in Lannister's triumphs. A truth that takes pity on the ideal of optimism, the ideal of hope, and even the temptation of greed... as the coding to the fractured design.

Lannister could feel the suspense in his very palm, the one that captures the element of surprise. Lannister heeded the call, embodied in the blood lines of destiny, while supplanting The Pizza Boy in his. This Answers World Championship that aligns perfectly on Lannister's shoulders is not that of cowardice, but of Lannister's reckoning. No, Lannister dare not discriminate, nor feed on that of the poor by default. However, this simple delight just gives ample discretion on the ultimate divide in this here fate. Lannister is crowned once more, while The Pizza Boy can only have a slice of his. But as hinted, this story of David dare not stay attached to his rags to riches climb. For his ascendance on this ladder proved to only mirror that of chaos - and it's Lannister that stands upon the hierarchy. And Lannister... that holds the slipper of Cinderella in his very grasp. Much like Lannister's chronicle of fallen foes, how this fairy-tale slips away. But do not showcase sympathy for The Pizza Boy, as he has already amassed his means to achieve, for to men like him, when given so little, they tend to appreciate so much. The apprehension is appalling, Lannister knows, but even you, The Pizza Boy, shall come to understand Lannister's reasoning. Because beggars can't be choosers, but how you've proven, winners can be losers.

And what a mighty fine transition this proves for the conquest in waiting, the challenge that awaits upon the horizon. And it is his echo that speaks, the one that lingers among these halls. For a clash of champions has been bestowed upon the industry in lying wake, a daring encounter that dares prey on the fault of content. But Lannister is baiting on the chess board set on the forefront, but Lannister dare not relent on his quest. Because how the game continues to be the same, just with different players to fuel the flame. Another candle is set to burn down, and all set to see the flickering light upon the ground. In this war of inevitable cause, it is Lannister that serves as the phenomenon that is free to roam at sheer will. For this storm has brew much too long, in this new age set to dawn. A thought meant to resonate, Lannister proves to be. As status and structure dare not stand high upon these blistering winds. The resistance will not steadfast, at least, for long. For it is Lannister that stands before you not as JUST the Answers World Champion, the only man to successfully conquest on both King of Elite and Cash in the Vault, but as the Angel of Debt, the Star of the Mourning, and Das Emperor. But not just that, no, for Lannister has since esteemed himself in the year of 2016 as the Disciple of War, the only King of Elite to successfully reign, and now - the Kaiser of Showdown. 2016 has ended on a high note, the same note in which it began. A successful conquest, a marker for the keeper of the reign.

Oh, Jacob Senn - how nice it is to converse with you once more, and be met with your acquaintance again. It was your inability to best Lannister, that sealed the fate of this Elite Kingdom some time ago - and that is a debt that Lannister will not soon forget. But if these sins were meant to repent, why, Lannister would sooner do it all over again. For Lannister must come to assume that are you still clinging to that cradle Lannister left you in. Just the mere thought of Lannister's presence must have bombs going off in your head, bullet chasing sounds. Regardless of this resounding stature in which you surround yourself in, these broken memoirs can't help but come calling to recollect. You might as well tie Jacob Senn a rope, as his mouth is bound to be full of dust and pretentious sounds. Do not take Lannister's confidence as a slight Heavyweight (Champion) Senn - for you are a necessary building block for Lannister's reign, and have been so already in the past. You are a loyal subject, even if it wasn't meant in the direct sense of the word. But take not an insult in Lannister's words, for this very cause has led Lannister to invite you into his realm once more and for all. Showdown is Lannister's to call home, and you dare march into this foreign territory as a pretender once more. But perhaps with The Eagle's landing, you will turn to feeble cause this time around. If not, well, let Lannister's proclamation of war serve as what happens when black crows fly too far from their protected nest.

Dynasty is one your legacy has been forged upon, likewise to Y2Impact's respective Voltage. But it is Showdown that serves as Lannister's domain, and only Lannister soars these lands. So perhaps you should step aside, Jacob Senn, and allow this to be the battle between the Last Extremist and the Royal Elitist. At least it will serve a prophetic tone that resounds to remember. One that displays as a spitting image of what dare stand in a match-up this marquee. And at least Y2Impact knows Lannister only by that of name, and for now - that shall suffice as cause for okay. But it would be wise to not tempt all the same, for the sense of compassion is one Lannister dare not share. This pyre is to set ablaze, as the charred remains of your intentional desires seeking to be enforced. But there is a crime in this here passion, and Lannister has always proved to be the only catalyst in the clash of the titans. While Lannister can predict it now, that the Impact Man dare represent and proclaim himself a terror Lannister not yet meet - Many a man before you have dared tame the one that rings true, only to have fallen into the depths of defeat. Y2Impact may stand before Lannister now as the EAW Champion, but how this can easily be devised into an errand of fool's gold. There be no reason for ill-advised contempt, a flicker of hatred to set the waves crashing. But well, Lannister knows better than any, that in times of peace, you must prepare for war.

The writing has already been painted on these very walls, for the stakes are deemed too high to base this entailment off lethargic grounds. There is not even a slimmer of chance that one of these egocentric minds fail to face plant on the tripwire. The absolution in which Lannister speaks now is only that of deafening volume, one that is surely to set measure on the bound rule. A disconnect is bound to unravel, and the mere thought of bragging rights will crumble to dusting impact, leaving a greater force of combustion to harness in the fallout. Lannister just happens to be more blunt about his intentions, letting the facts stand for themselves, and where his allegiance lies from the start. For what Lannister seeks - the lines, the gray matter, and everything in between - this is the true beginning of Lannister's reign.

You two may be able to reckon a channeling of inspiration, but once the pot gets thick, thin emotions tend to run dry. The embers glow in dim lights now, for a man who is a stroke to his own flame in Jacob Senn. Meanwhile, Y2Impact is destined to falter at the weight of his own world, when Lannister's gravitational pull sucks him into a sudden burst of a losing battle of force. And while Impact Man is set to deny the base claim at hand, just remember - Men who pride themselves on being revered, only see through the cosmic eye. But Lannister is known to set their short-sighted intentions to the side, and lead the energy that flows in nothing but static shock. And with this reason alone, no doubt that Y2Impact and Jacob Senn have already held preliminary discussions on how to combat this wrecking force. An alliance is set to strike, even if it dare not come until midnight. But what a tale it will be worth watching in wait, in seeing who cracks first, who tries to betray who. It's hard to betray a man who swears no fealty though - so there in lies the trick, the question. But well, that's the Lannister factor at work. Because when it comes to conquering the Angel of Debt, there is only the iron price set for attempting.

And it just so happens, with gold attached to the name... that Lannister's price, has gone up.

And while Lannister has collected the Answers World Championship - gold in the purest of payments - the price of humility? Why, absolutely priceless. Terribly priceless. In fact, the only price... worth paying for. And Lannister shall be self-serving in this holiday season, and have the representation of Voltage and Dynasty pay their fair share. And let it resonate true and through, that in this onward to the next crusade...

ALLES FUR LANNISTER... LANNISTER... LANNISTER!...

Including, and up to... the lion's share.

EAW Awards show promo #3

Tuesday, Chicago, Illinois, 9:35 p.m

(The scene opens inside Duffy's, a small tavern and grill commonly considered one of the worst dive bars in the nation. Despite the bar being barely lit enough to make out the tacky decorations hanging on the wall, it's here we can still see not but just three people (not counting the bartender) one a middle aged man down by the near end of the bar craning his neck up to watch this night's episode of sports center. Another gentleman sits alone across from him at a small table for two, too busy drowning his sorrows in a bottle of Coors to really care what anyone else was doing. And then Far down at the end of the bar opposite the first gentleman, we see a lone figure sitting silently. There is not a can or glass placed in front of him, and the darkness seems to wrap itself around him. As if his presence is a magnet for it. The bartender approaches the figure.)

Bartender (rudely): "You want to order something now?"

(The figure remains silent)

Bartender: "Hey, I'm talking to you."

(The figure still stays silent, not even bothering to life his head to acknowledge the bartender.)

Bartender: "Look if you aren't gonna order anything, than you can take you deadbeat ass the fuck out of here!"

(Suddenly, as sudden as a lightning striking, the figure reaches out, snatches the bartender by the collar, and yanks him halfway over the bar. The Bartender tries to free himself from the figure's steely grip, but can't break free. One of the taverns patrons stands up to say something, but before they can utter a single word, the figure shoots them a look that says they'll be next if they dare speak. A moment later the bartender looks up and sees a pair of bloodshot eyes staring at him with a deranged yet subdued menace. He knows those eyes. He's seen them in a man who has committed unspeakable acts of violence against many innocent bystanders. Those eyes belong to the man the world knows as Solomon Caine.)


Caine: "What makes you think you may speak to me? I want nothing that would ever be handled by you, filth. What gives you even such an inclination of such? And should the day ever come that I would need something from you, what makes you believe you may speak to. E in such tones as ignorant as yours?"

Bartender: "I'm sorry sir, just please let me..."

Caine: "SILENCE! I shall tell you what perverts you mind, that you may cast it off before the end of ages. It is your pride that tells you that you have any authority. It is what inflates your ego into believing that these halls are your kingdom, do you understand?"


Bartender: "yes I do, just plead I beg you..."
Caine: "BEG? What should I offer you? What could I offer you? For your fate has been sealed along with of your kind. You beg me? Begging will grant you nothing, for the true law is that if you cannot take it for yourself, you cannot ever hope to possess it."

Bartender: "what? I don't understand what you're taking abou...."

Caine: "of course you don't understand, for the truth cannot be seen by the proud. Not by you, not by men like Lars Grier, who's pride comes from his body, and power that dwells within it. His pride has fooled him into believing that his strength is enough that he may speak blasphemy against the ones who are sending me. He has overvalued his strength for even though he may tear men in half with his bare hands, it is not even a grain of sand compared to the awesome power of my masters. They, wield true power, the kind that men like Lars could never hope to comprehend. They are masters not only of the body, but of the spirt and the mind. For what good is flesh, when the other two have been laid to waste? That is what Lars Grier must learn, and he will when he is placed upon my master altar and slaughtered like the sheep he truly is.

And what of Ahren Fournier, has he been blinded by pride as well, he may as well have if he believes that he is safe from the hand of my masters. All thing come in their due time and his punishment, his well earned reward for all the atrocities he has committed, and the poisonous bile that his tongue has spewed upon the impressionable wretches who praise him for his defiance. Know this now Ahren, the day of your reckoning is coming soon, sooner than you realize, when it does, there will be no mass gatherings to cheer you, there will be no table to hide under that the fire may pass and leave you unscathed. There will only be screams of agony ringing in your ears! Oh how I cannot wait, for that wonderful day. Till then, keep mind of what you say, for my master will not forget, nor shall they forgive.

To the men who pride themselves upon the empires that they proclaim with waving flags, I say to you that at the end of ages, you will weep as you witness the fall of your kingdoms. Cody Marshal, Anthony Leonhart, neither your strength or your skill could ever stand against the flood of fire which will rinse clean the filth from this earth, and the nations that they have proclaimed as having authority over it. Hear my words well, for when the hour of their coming has arrived, not one of the stones which your kingdoms have made their foundations, will be left intact.

To those who have prided themselves upon thier families' legacy, I say to you this. Jakob DeLion, Finnegan Wakefield, neither one of you is strong enough to carry yourself towards salvation, how could you ever expect to be able to carry the names of your forefathers upon your shoulders? You are both weak. Finnegan even speaks with his timidity made clear with every word he speaks. Whilst Jakob continues to fool only himself with his loud bragging speeches. Both of you shall be crushed under the weight of you bloodline, both of you shall be buried beneath your family tree. And both of you shall be sacrificed this Saturday in the place of the rest of your rotten kin so that honor and reverence may be heaped upon those who have sent me.

To those who pride themselves on the code they hold dear, I say you are fools. Mortimer Gotch, you cling to a way of thinking not only long outdated, but one that began the great deception and condemned the masses to wither and burn! You cold heartless BASTARD!! How dare you try to condemn more souls to burn with you and your ilk. How can you look yourself in the mirror? What possess a man to steal away the hearts and minds of the masses, just so he may lead them to their doom?! Blood is on your head Mortimer, blood that you will pay at the appointed hour.

And Kelly Hackenschmidt, you who holds himself as pure, who claims himself as righteous, your purity is a white robe you wear to hide away the shame of your ineptness. The undeniable truth is that you have brought to waste all your skills and talents, because you have not the ruthlessness it takes to survive. For this is a world where if you are not the predator, you are the prey, and you have made yourself the latter by corrupting your true nature. By conforming to lies that have filled this world with sickness, weakness ineptitude, and all other manner in which heathens are born from. In doing so, you have sealed your fate, and shall be counted amongst those who will be turned into nothing more than smoldering ash, and wisps of smoke. When the glorious reign falls upon this earth, an unending steam of horrors shall befall you, and only your screams of agony will ever be recalled.

Of David Davidson and Jack Ripely, you two pride yourselves in all that you have gained without earning. You who have taken more than your fill without so much as lifting a finger like common thieves. You labored nor sweated for your silver and gold, and the chance for glory. Lazy sloths there will be no place for either of you when the ones who are coming arrive. Only in that moment will realize that though you may steal the world, you will not be able to take it with you when your ultimate end comes crashing down upon you like the sword of Damocles. The. You will realize that all your schemes and plots have all been in vain for in the end you will profit nothing.


And to you Ross Vegas, Mike Showman, and Spencer Hoffman. Do not think I have forgotten you. Your pride is just as contemptible as the others I have spoken of. The fact that you fool yourselves into thinking that this is just about mere gold and glory, it speaks of how the wool has been sewn over your eyes to keep you blind. This Saturday is the day my masters call for your blood to run down in river in the streets. The night they will gorge themselves upon the screams of agony that you will cry out in. Not one of you can stand against them, nay not even the Armies of the world could resist my masters' will. They shall crush all of you under their feet as this earth is remade to their liking. And all of you wretched disease, you shall all be obliterated in the blink of an eye, so swiftly shall your doom befall you, you will not have even a moment to plead for your miserable lives. Come forth and present yourselves as sacrifice, for they are worthy and may grant you the slightest bit of leniency when doling out your punishment.

You may yet, just be eradicated without suffering. Unlike this wretch here."


(Caine drags the bartender across the bar and plants him with an End Of Ages ddt to the hard wood floor. Caine stand over his victim, staring at him as he lays motionless. Slowly he begins to Nod his head yes and proceeds to walk out of the bar and into the cold, dark night.)

The end

Betrayal; The OG Vixens were originally a group of legendary Hall of Famers. Women who were placed in the Hall of Fame due to their stellar work performance. Women who stuck through with the company during the Women’s division had its downfall. The original EAW Vixens paved the way for the new wave of women trying to achieve what we once achieved in our careers. Trying to recreate the record breaking moments we once did with ease. Trying to emulate our god-given talents, mocking our charismatic personas and embodying our loyalty to this company. We are quite aware that Cameron Ella Ava, The Heart Break Gal and Kendra Shamez are icons. We are aware that we have been viewed as idols for many that share the ring with us today. We are aware that there are snakes lurking within the grass trying to see how they can make the OG’s fall to their deaths. I wasn’t aware that the snake crawled its way to the palm of my hand and called herself my sister. Road to Redemption was supposed to be my second successful title defense. I was supposed to go into the Awards Show with gold on my waist and gold in my hands from the awards given to yours truly. But now, that same ideal scenario is ruined, absolutely ruined. My plans, my ideas, my goals, my dreams have completely disintegrated into piles of dust. Piles within piles of nothingness ready to be devoured by the silence that completely overpower the room in which they reside in. I feel like a fool, I feel like a complete moron. But then something inside me continues to ask the same question since that fateful night; maybe it was just a mistake? Maybe it was just a mistake? Maybe it was just a mistake. Maybe you’re right, Cameron. Maybe it was just in the heat of the moment type of scenario and you just acted upon your instinct. We’ve been in this business long enough to realize that not everything goes according to plan. There are days where our ideas are executed perfectly, then there are days, like at Road to Redemption, where everything comes crumbling down in the worst way possible. It’s happened before, I know because it’s happened to me. I’ve made mistakes along the way but as long as you learn from it, Cameron, as long as you know how completely, undeniably, FUCKED UP it was to take me out of the chamber I WAS SUPPOSED TO WIN, maybe we can move past this. Maybe we can look forward into bringing the Specialists title AND the Women’s World Championship back to the OG side. I knew that from the beginning, our main goal was to have those titles in our possession. I knew that the reason why you, HBG and I decided to use our strength for the good is to reclaim what is rightfully ours. And let I not forget to mention; Cailin Dillon is the rightful owner of the Women's Championship, but I would prefer for it to be in the hands of one of ours. Cameron, I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt. I’ve spoken to HBG for countless hours since that god forsaken event has happened. I’m willing to venture on forward and focus on our initial goal. I don’t know what’s going through your mind but let me make it clear - I am only doing this because it will benefit Empire and EAW all together. We are entitled to the success we’ve gained in our careers.WE deserve to be the faces of each championship on Empire. But I do want to say one thing; if this happens again I swear to the good lord above that I will have no mercy. I will do everything in my power to make your life a living hell. I will make you feel the pain that I felt when I saw everything I worked so hard for land in the hands of some midget troll. But Cameron, I must say; My intention is not to scare you with my words, rather, it’s to give you a message. I am one of the most powerful members in EAW and I have a lot of say in many things. My word surpasses the others and I am an influence among the EAW world. Alas, I won’t focus on the negatives. It’s a new chapter for the OG’s and we’re going to start off 2017 on a great note, I just know it! As for the Awards Show, this will be the second time I will grace the event with my in-ring skills. La Diva and China’s Export Sex Doll are genuinely the most insulting tag team they could’ve put us against. I’m ready to completely annihilate my two competitors and show not only the Empire roster, but the entire EAW Universe that the OG Vixens are far from over. We are still here working like a well oiled machine… Wounds eventually close with time.

I’ve been battling the demons inside my head for a while now.. I always thought that they were the biggest problem that I was forced to deal with. That seed of doubt sitting in the back of your mind; that little voice asking you whether everything that you were doing was all worth the effort. I knew the answer, but in all, I just wanted to be the hero that everyone looked to force saving when everything else looked bleak. I wanted to be the person that the rest of the world wrote stories about. I wanted to be the person that every person looking to enter this business wanted to become; the man that stood as the epitome of this business. I made my way through the doors of this company with the intention that there wasn’t going to be anything that could possibly stand in my way and stopping me from achieving that overall goal. I didn’t want to stand and fill the shoes of the likes of DEDEDE, Y2Impact, Jaywalker and the Heart Break Boy, because in all honesty, their shoes were never big enough to fit my feet. So, I didn’t walk through the door - I kicked it down. I forced the rest of the world to take their eyes for the people this company wanted to succeed, and place their eyes on the man that was simply hungrier to make a name for himself than anyone else. I forced myself to stand at the front of the new generation making their way through the ranks. I never waited for my chance to shine - I walked in front of the world and grasped onto anything that I could get my hands on. Whenever I said that I was going to do something - I delivered. When I said that I was going to walk out in front of the world and take the New Breed Championship - I delivered. When I said that I would walk out in front of the world and walk out of Pain for Pride Seven with that Cash in the Vault briefcase in my hand - I delivered. When I said that I would become the greatest EAW Champion in the history of this company - I delivered. But the moment that I lost that championship, I found myself doing nothing more than attempting to grab onto something that was never there. I surrounded myself with a phrase that almost every fucking single person in this business claims to be. BEST IN THE WORLD! BEST IN THE WORLD! BEST IN THE WORLD! There’s no such thing. It’s nothing more than your own head telling you something that you want to hear; nothing more than something for our egos to feed on when we have such little left.

I lost the direction that I once had. I found myself struggling the find the motivation that I used to drive me forward. I hated my time on the sidelines, but it was the best thing that happened to my career. I saw the problem up front. I saw the problem that I had. Like I said, I wanted to be the hero. I allowed myself my fall down, for others to rise. I've done some pretty fucking heinous things over the past three years, but everything I did was for the betterment of this company. What was Lucian Black before I went out of my way to make him find the pieces of himself that he never knew existed. Who the fuck was Tarah Nova until I brought her back into the company and took her under my wing. Who the fuck was Tarah Nova until I gave her MY spotlight the shine in. Rex McAllister was fucking nothing until I gave him the confidence that he held the ability to find some form of success in this business. I did all of that for others, and the moment that I’m placed out of commission - what was I given for it? There was nothing - I was pushed aside. I was barely mentioned. I was never spotlighted - I even had to watch as all of the hard work I placed into this company shattered by people simply not good enough to maintain the standard I did. But that's the thing about this place; people are so caught up in their own stories that they forget about the reasons they're there in the first place. The one thing that I loathe more than anything else is complete disrespect, and that was it at its fullest. There was no respect shown. This company moved on like I never existed. This company has made this more personal than I'm positive that it's willing to understand. I'm not going out of my way to make sure that others stay a float - fuck everyone else. What have they done for me? So at Road to Redemption I entered the Elimination Chamber and I took matters into my own hands. I took out your “monster”. I spiked your so called “King of Bullets” on his head. I made an impact on a brand that sorely missed me.

Think about everything that I accomplished while I was looking out for others. Now think about what I'm going to do when I'm the sole priority. I'm going to say this now, and I pray that everyone is listening. I'm going to erase every stain on my career. I'm going to hunt down every single person that knocked me down, but left me with the ability of getting back up. In my mind, I have no allies. In my mind, I have no friends. This is a war - Xavier Williams against the world. This is a war that you're never going to win. It never had to be this way, but you're the one who forced my hand.

Award Show Promo I: “Shoveling The Driveway"


The camera opens up to suburban Ontario. It's the beginning of a long harsh winter and EAW Elitist, Kelly Hackenschmidt prepares for the long cold as he is out in a winter coat, ski gloves, a black toque (It's not a beanie!). He carried with him a plastic blue snow shovel. The driveway he stood upon was nearly covered in snow by the time he started, yet by the time Kelly was done, all that would remain of the snow was parts that were drilled into the ice of the pavement which formed his driveway. At the last scoop; Kelly walked across his driveway, dragged the shovel across the driveway as snow built up until eventually it was all a built up into one section. He hoisted the shovel up and placed onto a snowbank set on his lawn. He planted his shovel into the snowbank and turns towards the camera


“You know, I always loved the winter.”


Kelly places his arms over the snow shovel and grips the edge of it.


“Sure, it’s cold harsh and very much an annoyance when people drive so recklessly. Even with their winter tires on. But the cold embrace always gave me kind of a thrill and seeing snow fill the entire city is very much a good change of pace compared to the heated, boiling mayhem that is the summer. Yet when I was twelve was when I told my father that I wanted to keep the legacy that much alive and he told me that as long as the driveway was as clear from snow as possible all while you managed to set up and tear down the ring at every show he went to with me; he'd gladly get me a gym membership and get me what I needed to dedicate myself to this sport! I never had any luck finding my own personal job or anything like that, so I gladly took him up and each and every single night, I woke up at Six AM, got my jacket, boots, gloves and toque on, grabbed my trustee snow-shovel and paved that driveway until it was absolutely clear, only things remaining were thick ice on the driveway that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get off my dad's driveway. And my father, he rewarded me every day with a cup of Timmies and ten Canadian dollars. I felt bad for that ice still stuck, yet he told me that some flaws just stick, nothing you can change about that. That Yule, was perhaps one of the most interesting ones in my life. I got up just as they were asleep and did the exact thing; meaning that I did not take days off. That would have been an insult to the man I later became! But that Yule, I didn't get any sort of toys or gift cards; my gifts included a weight bench, some dumbbells and barbels. At the same time, my mom got me a rowing machine and my grandfather got me a Hack squat machine. I got my old skipping rope and did that for cardio while building myself up, every summer and winter solstice I’d come up with new workout routines and bought myself new equipment to build up my body to the shape I’m in today. However, one year later, the day I turned thirteen was the day my dad gave me one last gift, the day I was to enroll in a buddy of his's school out in good ol Hamilton, Ontario. I knew that I wasn't the biggest guy in that training program; nor was I gonna ever be. But I knew that if I used my endurance and my highly agile style, then I knew that I would be able to surpass my other students and eventually I did, but first two months I got the schmidt kicked out of me. That's when I learned that shoveling this here driveway is very much a metaphor for life and how it is ran. It's actually part of the reason I am shoveling my own driveway right now actually. Well, that and apparently Laura thinks it's cute seeing a guy shovel the big driveway.”


He chuckled to himself, but once the laughter faded, he looked back to the camera.


“You see, the way I compare life to shoveling the snow just to get my car just out of the car without having to deal with plush and other dangers of the road, it's because even though life is very much for the taking and our aspirations can be achieved. There is always going to be that climb up the ladder and even when you think you have reached the top, there is still the struggle. Don't get too comfortable; because there's always going to be another thick layer of snow waiting for you to drill your way through. The more often you do it; the less of a challenge it becomes. However the less often meanwhile, the more that snow builds up and the harder it is for you to tackle that perril. That's why I always make it my top priority to solve my hassles straight away.”


“Sure, in my home country, we are stereotyped as being some of the nicest people in the world, never having any major objections with any countries just because we know how to be great diplomats. Yet that is because the ice cold has told us, that just because the winds are harsh and the storm is proud; doesn't seem to mean that we have to be! Though get into a hockey rink or a wrestling ring with one of us, and expect one of the most painful matches imaginable. That is why we Canadians are such great wrestlers; we let our anger out in the ring or at a hockey game. Yet that brings me to where I stand before you.”


Kelly steps away from the shovel and stands just in front of the garage door.


“You see, ever since I joined EAW, one championship had caught my eye! One Championship that I knew would drive Mister Pure Wrestling straight to the top with no questions asked! And that championship, is the Elite Answers Wrestling New Breed Championship! Now, this New Breed Championship may not be some major World Championship like the ones Lannister, Jacob Senn or Y2Impact hold, yet when put in the right hands; it could literally be the best major step in your career! It's why we call it the New Breed championship after all! But before I go on about how all my opponents have their downfalls, allow me to say that Ryan Marx: congratulations on your New Breed title win. Though just know; when I get my match with you; there ain't gonna be a bottom rope to for you to leach on to. I won't make that mistake! So Rex McAllister, if you ever want to come into the same ring as me once I claim the New Breed Championship for my own; you know I won't neglect a defense. Not from you, not from Ryan Marx, nor anyone else on that roster who is qualified to his or herself a New Breed so to say.”


“Yet while we’re at it, in battle royals; the one thing you have to consider is the numbers game. Much like the snow, eventually the numbers build up too hard if you put too much out of the tank too quickly. Though that being aside, there are names that quite intrigued me going into this match. Especially the names that I have encountered whether it be in EAW or on the Independent scene. The first name to really anticipate this match is Finnegan Wakefield. Now, Finnegan and I are close friends. He and I have been like A Boston Cream doughnut and a medium double-double at Timmies. Like Biscuits and Tea would be a better way to describe it to him. Yet while I’ll admit he has an advantage as being a talented mat wrestler, I take up the advantage in agility. So while sure, Finnigan can stretch even Lars Grier’s body into submission, he should be very aware that the majority of the time; mat wrestling doesn't end with somebody going over the top rope. But, regardless, knowing Finnigan, that won't stop him from trying to find plausible ways. Finn, I hope you listen up closely, although we are friends; although we are each a third of the Knights of the Dawning; if the two of us end up as the final two staring each other across the ring; don't expect me to take you lightly! Believe me, I wouldn't do that to even Laura Laine if I stood across from her and I would expect you to do the same. After all, you and I are both men who treat it very much as a sport. Instead, expect me to show you that Agustin Gates was just the beginning of what the EAW roster is very much capable of doing!”


“Now that leads me to Lars Grier. Now Lars has been a dominant force in EAW as of late; that is unless he shares a ring with Mortimer Gotch! If Lars's domination is ended by a guy who shares a last name with a wrestling pioneer, can you imagine that trend being put into effect against a guy who’s actually related to one? That's not going to end well Lars. You see, sure, in a battle royal situation you would be an odds on favorite right? You got the size, you got the muscle, yet if history has taught me anything, it's that Rome fell by expanding too quickly and being thinned out! So while you are busy trying to pave your way through guys like us who are rather small but agile; know that by doing so. You pretty much made yourself a target. In a battle royal, the best way to ensure your survival is to contain the biggest threat. That Lars, unfortunately is you. It will take at least four of us to knock you down; sure, but come the end of the day; you're still knocked down. Some may lose in that battle to knock you down, but they are simply the ones who aren't careful. So Lars, be warned. After all the hate you have expressed towards the Smaller guys in wrestling is going to teach you that the old saying of what goes around comes around is very much a reality when in the same ring as me.”


Kelly walks back down the driveway.


“Actually, since Mortimer Gotch is in the ring tonight among us: allow me to say that; while your last name intrigues me; it's how you act in this ring that makes me put my bitter hatred one I speculate to be your ancestor. Though I must admit, you are very much interesting to say the least. You, much like the Knights of the Dawning have always preferred to uphold some sort of honor. Niflheim I’ll admit that over the past few weeks you have grown on me. Like you have grown on many of these fans.”


He picks his shovel up hoists it over his shoulder.


“Mortimer is a great guy and quite the wrestler, and I’m sure our encounter during this battle royal will be one to uphold for a long time; yet I’m afraid come the award show; I’m not gonna be your Average Week on Showdown. Especially when there is something I have wanted since coming here to EAW so close to my grip!”


Kelly walks into the snow covered backyard. A path had been made to the back door and to the shed. Kelly turned his intentions to the shed while still speaking with the camera.


“Yet while Mortimer here is one to behave his way around women for the sake of chivalry, Arhen Fournier is perhaps one who will be his way towards women only because he has that booty on his mind. And sure, I’ll admit sex is fun. Especially since I’m with someone who I consider myself rather happy next to. Yet I personally don't know whether or not you understand that sure; trying to show yourself off to women is a place to start; yet at the end of it; you don't really get anywhere most the time, and the times you do; you end up with a girl who’s further down the scale towards insanity than the entire Sanitorium. So Ahren; allow me to show you how we do schmidt on Friday Nights because once I beat Ryan Marx to hold the EAW New Breed Championship.”


Kelly opens the shed up and places the large plastic snow shovel back on it’s wall.


“Yet Solomon Caine, he seems to think otherwise. He thinks honor will bring me nothing. Nothing? Well, sure, honor alone isn't enough to get yourself on top. Yet every Friday night I have shown why I may very well be the next Rising Star here in EAW. But why do I have honor? Common sense. It's how I gain the fanbase I have. I had nothing but big eruptions from this crowd since the moment I got my first pinfall victory. Yet Solomon, you may be a great psychologist. Yet you forget that; psychology only works if your target believes what you say. It would only work if the opponent was triggered easily. Unfortunately; that's not me. Sure, Hades had a psychological edge over me in his last match. Yet it was the fact that he knew how to tire me out before I could strike that got him the victory. In a battle royal situation; you may very well not get that opportunity, eh. Instead, the odds are very much low, counting all the bodies in a single moment is what buys me time to regroup from the match and rebuild my energy. No doubt I will see you there Caine; so be warned. A man like you should have as good of a strategy as I would going into a match like this. Yet I’m afraid the many of us are on our way to start our way to keep our goal of rising up to the challenge. So I don't expect it to stop you from trying to gain that edge over me. But remember that against me; it will be in vain.”


He turns back away from the camera to shut the shed door.


“Now that brings me to Anthony Leonheart. One of the only two in this battle royal who could say they have a win over me, eh. And honestly, I’m pretty much expecting to see Anthony Leonheart brag about that one victory over me as something that will make this whole match of his work. Knowing Anthony; he isn't going to play by the rules yet after that there isn't that much talent. Instead; he prefers to call himself the King with an Iron Fist. You see, the name of a King goes around like a bong from my merch table nowadays, all you have to do is wear a crown nowadays and you can call yourself a King. To me, that is very much blasphemy. Because compared to a man of my technical ability, and a man of my ancestry, you are nothing more than a tenant. Just like how I think you have the inferior bridging reverse chinlock. We all know you just saw me lock the Noose in on Lucas Johnson and thought; Hey, I can steal this!. So Anthony, allow me to put you back in your place and show you what a true man of wrestling royalty looks like! Because trust me, the last time we met it was a hassle to even hold up against me. Let alone thirteen more people some of them as young and hungry as I am.”


“While speaking of such things as lying, cheating and stealing. It appears as though David Davidson and Jack Ripley are also in this match up. Two guys who I will admit don't know much about. Yet what I do know is that these two have been close friends for as long as they can remember. And sure, their unity as a Tag-team is great; yet even still; the two of you will learn rather quickly, that Alliances don't last in a battle royal situation. It may help you both get to the bitter end. Yet in the end: there will be some nasty schmidt that you two will do to eachother that may very well make you question your friendship if you two last long enough to where you are the weakest link. Yet while you guys and the Knights of the Dawning are very much in the running to becoming nailed deep into the Tag-team picture that Matt Squared have declared themselves the top dogs of; out here in the New Breed division there's going to be a lot more to deal with than just one or two men. In a match like this; at the end of the day it's all a one verses all mentality.”


“Yet let's continue on to my other Dynasty brethren. For example; Ross Vegas. A showman by every definition of the word. A man with the charisma to make you want to go out and snap yourself into a Slim Jim! But yet while your alliances have not ended in the best light. It seems as though you are very much on your way to becoming a staple in EAW. Much as people expect me to be. Yet I’m afraid our match is going to end with an athletic mastermind gaining the upper hand. I can say similar things for Moongoose, yeah, I know how to pronounce your name right McQueen. While I’ll admit; whoever hires Moongoose is very much in for quite the treat after seeing his performance on Friday Nights first hand. Yet while Moongoose is a great scrapper with nothing pretty about his style, if anything his matches are treated more like bar fights than they are anything else. For him, putting somebody over the top rope should not be much of a hassle. In fact I’m willing to say that aside from Lars; Moongoose may very well be the guy to watch out for in this battle royal. Not only because of his straight forward style; but the fact that we all know what motivates a goon like him. Those leafy greens, and I’m not referring to marijuana. Though at the end, I’ll show them that sure, Moongoose is a great brawler, he can't really out wrestle someone who fights just to show his worth and yet still, money won't buy you glory. It may give you fortune, but at the end of the day you’ll end up like most of those who only do things for cash and end up miserable. Especially, when you can't get the job done.”


“Now who else do I consider a big threat in this match? Well, none other than the hard hitting American stereotype Cody Marshall himself. A guy in the vein of the previous spoken no nonsense style as mentioned before. Yet at the end of it. It seems he's lost because while I mentioned that the technical edge in this match would favor straight into Finnegan's corner; as long as you can maneuver out of repertoire and knock his big body out of the ring like he would an illegal immigrant; then he and Lars Grier will be very similar threat but still tameable. It's like I said; effort equals success.”


“And last but obviously not least in this fight for power is someone whom which I actually had quite the history with. Now, I'm very much aware that once you enter a new promotion; it's basically a new start. And the first two months here have indeed been a rocky road. Yet either way, regards to how long Jakob DeLion and I have known each other; we both fought before. Twice even. Yet the score between us; is tied even at a thin one each. Now, a lot of people see Jakob much as an arrogant entitled Indy darling much like some would see myself; yet there's a lot more to Jakob than more people realize, that is if he could at least get to go two days without his name being stuck in some kinda controversy. Which ultimately, his schmidtty reputation back stage will very much play into his downfall.”


Kelly walks over to the side door and opens it up before continuing his rambling.


“Now to conclude, it seems pretty highly noted that my eyes are set on the prize. I have wanted a shot like this since I came to EAW! And now, I get just that! You know that Kelly Hackenschmidt who lost to Hades the week before Road to Redemption? That Kelly Hackensack that bragged about beating a lower mid-card walking losing streak like Lucas Johnson? That guy isn't going to be the same guy as the one who walks into this battle royal! No, he may be just as hungry and just as determined, yet he's walking into this with his eyes on the task at hand and making sure to knock at least a few names down before finally claiming my shot at proving; that the Hackenschmidt family name is anything but dead! Ryan Marx better watch closely, because as far as I’m concerned.”




Kelly steps into the doorway and turns back to the camera.


“Schmidt's about to get real!”


Kelly shuts the door behind him and the camera fades to black.

EAW Award Show promo #2

Monday, Chicago, Illinois, 10:45 P.M.

(The scene opens with a shot of the moon. Not a sound is heard but the howling of the wind on this frigid night. The camera pans downward towards a dark alley illuminated only by the flames lit inside a trash can. By the fire, stands a lone figure in a long black trench coat. He is the man the world knows as Solomon Caine.)

Caine: "silver and gold. It has become the desire of thieves, harlots, and murderers. It has built up mighty empires, and been the downfall of those who ruled over them. For all whom possess money are in turned possessed by it. Just look upon those who have been called to be slaughtered by my masters at the appointed hour. Money has devoured men whole and spit the. Out of its mouth with not even his soul left to him. That is the nature of the beast, it always has been, and will continue to do so till the end of ages.

Do you hear me Moongoose? The thing that you sell your body for, like a common whore, it will eat you alive! He silver and gold will poison you From the inside and leave you as nothing more that an empty shell of a man. For you have sold your soul to become a puppet on a string, and after you have danced for the amusement of the wealthy, they will cast you off with mere nickels and dimes for all you have done for them. You foolish wretch, do you not realize that selling your body to scum, makes You scum yourself? The ones whom you should serve, you have turned your back to them, WHY HAVE YOU DONE SUCH AN ATROCITY?!? You filthy wretch, when the time comes, you will not be able to bargain for your salvation, for just as you have turned a deaf ear to my master, so will they turn one to you as you crawl upon your knees begging for mercy! It is such a shame that you have chosen this path, for you would have served them well.

And Davidson and Ripely, to you money is fuel for your real addiction, it is that which enables you to feed your lust for risk. How careless the both of you are. The works that you done with the money you throw on the table as if it were nothing, YOU WASTEFUL BASTARDS! The game you play, for the petty thrill of acquiring without earning, it will damn the both you for there will be no place in the glorious reign that is coming sooner than you think. When the appointed hour has arrived, and the great fire has surrounded you, there will be no wager that can save you, no risk that can spare you from the suffering that will last for what will seem to you like an eternity To you! Dice, cards, the wheel, they cannot shield you from the will of my masters, and when they are turned to ash before your very eyes there will be nothing else you may distract yourselves with on the day of my masters coming.

And you Mike Showman, you are the ultimate example of my words, for you were born into money, and have been wrapped around in it like an infant in a blanket. Money has so permeated you that it has become your entire personality. Cold, drawing all whom desire what you might give to them in exchange for their souls, and lending your power to horrid filth such as Jon McAdams. You wicked filth, what shall you do when the fire lays to waste your great fortune? What shall beeeecccooooommmmeeee of you, When all that you possess and love turns to nothing more than smoke scattered to the wind? How greatly you will weep, how your longing cries of pain shall echo out in eternity, how glorious it all shall be. How I await the beautiful day, when my masters will lay waste to all that humanity has made with its hands, so that it may cast its gaze upon them and away from the truth. How wonderful it will be when the deceivers drink the bitterness of their own creation, and the foundations of empires like the one your villainous bloodline has crafted will be uprooted and in their place, the rule of those who have sent me will stand forever. And all whom they have found fault in, or have dared to attempt to defy them, oh how they will flood the earth with their tears. That is what awaits you Showman, that is your ultimate destiny, for the silver spoon that has fed you since your birth, has corrupted you into an abomination in the sight of my masters. Your punishment shall be swift, you cannot escape it, it will be so.

And of the rest who have been chosen to be sacrificed at the appointed hour. Gotch, Hackensmidth, Vegas, Wakefield, Leonhart, Grier, Marshall, DeLion, Fournier, and Hoffman, do not think yourselves any better than these rotten heathens. For you would all sell your souls for pennies if given the chance, all it would take is just an opportunity to do so. Hold. It yourselves in high regard, for the ones who have sent me, they see thru you to your innermost core, and they have found fault within all of you. For this..."


(Caine takes out a large stack of hundred dollar bills out of his trench coat pocket.)

Caine: "...This is what you have all brought yourselves to worship. This has become your God. This idol has become what your lives revolve around. But this idol, it cannot save you..."

(Caine stretches out his arm over the flames and lets the bills fall into the fire.)

Caine: "...for as your God burns, so will you. These things have been told to me by my masters, and they must be so."

(Caine turns his gaze towards the flames as the camera pans back upwards to the moon lit sky.)

The end.

(After the conclusion of the second day of Road to Redemption, the fans are making their way out of the stadium. Some fans are happy while others are upset with the conclusion of the event. Among them, a guy walks slowly wearing a hooded jacket. He is walking with a brisk pace and walks past all the people. He then takes a sharp turn and moves away from the other people. He then slows down and takes out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and starts smoking after lighting one. He then pulls his hood down, revealing himself to be Mike Showman) 

FEW HOURS EARLIER

(Mike and Jon are in the backstage celebrating their victory over Drastik. There are bottles of wine and some music as both Jon and Mike are laughing and drinking. After sometime, Mike receives a message on his phone which he reads carefully and with some interest. He then drinks the rest of the wine in his cup and then stands up while Jon looks at him)

Mike: You know what Jon, why don’t you head on to the hotel and start the big party. I will join you there. 

Jon (a bit drunk): Whaaat? Nooooo. C’mon man what can be more important than a late night party? This is a night of celebration and I want us to celebrate together.

Mike: We will. I just have to take care of some important matters. I will not be late, trust me.

Jon: Well alright. Enjoy out there. 

(Mike takes his jacket and leaves)

NOW

(Mike is walking down an almost deserted street. He is walking slowly as he smokes his cigarette. After walking a few more steps, he stops and leans against a wall as he continues to smoke slowly. While he does that, he looks at his phone)

Kelly Hackenschmidt vs. Ross Vegas vs. Moongoose McQueen vs. Finnegan Wakefield vs. Anthony Leonhart vs. Mortimer Gotch vs. Lars Grier vs. Jack Ripley vs. David Davidson vs. Cody Marshall vs. Mike Showman vs. Jakob DeLion vs. Solomon Caine vs. Ahren Fournier vs. Spencer Hoffman - 15-Man Battle Royal for the #1 Contender for the EAW New Breed Championship 

LIVE! From The United Center in Chicago, Illinois! 

2016 Awards Show hosted by Showdown 12/23/2016

(Mike reads it carefully. After sometime, he sends out a text) 

Get jet ready. Will fly to Chicago tomorrow

(Mike sends the text and smokes some more. He then selects the voice recorder app in his phone and after taking a deep breath, clicks on record)

Mike: My name is Mike Showman and I hail from Hollywood, California. Right now, I am in Indianapolis, Indiana standing in front of someone’s property smoking, thinking and of course recording this shit. Now normally when I want to get my message across or talk about something or someone, I would put up a grand show, spend a lot of money and be in exquisite locations. Hell, I remember that before the top prospect scramble match at Shock Value, I actually paid some actors to pose as my opponents for the sake of planting some facts inside the heads of my real opponents. However, today or you can say tonight, I have no intention of doing anything like that. And no, it’s not because I have a shortage of money because no matter what happens, I will always have money and in fact, it will be more than any of you listening to this will ever have. You see, very soon this year will come to an end and we will be pushed into a new year. But before the year ends, many people do a review of the year in order to point out the highs and lows, positives and negatives and sometimes also to form a dos and don’ts list for the upcoming year. So I thought, why don’t I do something same? Why don’t I review my time here in EAW? It may have been limited because after all, I arrived here in the second half of the year but still, there are events which the people need to be aware of in order to understand certain things about my upcoming match. To be honest, more than being related to my upcoming match, these events of which I talk about comprise of things that I want to get off my chest for a long time now. So drop whatever you are doing and pay close attention to the things that I am about to say. 

I stepped foot in EAW at the month of September and immediately was thrown into a one on one contest with an established elitist known as Carson Ramsay. You know, ever since that match was put forward, I had to hear a lot of negative things regarding my chances in that match. “Even if you lose, it will be a good learning experience for you” and “Ramsay will beat you” are some of the things that I had to digest from not only the fans but also from some of the people inside the locker room. Yet, when the day came, I beat Carson Ramsay and you know the strange thing? Few weeks ago, he accepted my money to soften Drastik. Yes, the same man who was predicted to beat me easily was not only was beaten but also accepted my money for a job just like a mercenary. And to think that people actually consider him as a hero (sighs). Anyways, after Carson came Black Sven, a man who was “more experienced” and “calculated” in his approach. Now I thought that after beating Ramsay I might be able command some respect from the fans and from the locker room but those motherfuckers still doubted me. Those motherfuckers backstage still thought that I was nothing but yet again, I proved everyone wrong by beating Sven. People might say that I used unfair means but I say, I won. I won, he lost and in the end that is the one thing that matters. Oh well, next came the born madman and everyone’s favorite, Ahren Fournier. Jesus Christ, you would not believe how much the locker room loves him. Let me narrate a backstage incident that happened during Shock Value. So there I was with my best buddy and team mate Jon gearing up for the Top Prospect Scramble match and then suddenly in came Ahren talking like a retard and of course acting like a complete madman but still, people were actually supporting him. They were helping him and encouraging him rather than, you know, a sane and classy man like me. Not that I needed any of that but still, it is a sorry sight indeed when talented people like Jon and me get ignored in favor of people like Fournier. Well maybe the reason why he has such a ‘fan following’ is because around him, even the most stupid people feel intelligent but still, my point holds. Well anyways, I beat him once and then, attacked him the next week and in doing so, completed my cycle of dominance over him. And now the question again arises, did I get the respect I deserve? Of course not. 

Now, I come to one of the glorious phases of my EAW career, the formation of the People with Class. The fault of this generation is that out of the entire population, only few people are there who can actually come up with a creative idea and out of those people, there are only a handful of them who can actually go on and implement those ideas to create something. I am one of them and I automatically rose about the ordinary masses when I decided to create the People with Class, a movement that was meant to usher in an era of class and civility to the otherwise uncivilized locker room of Voltage. I was joined by none other than my best friend Jon McAdams and together we had some amazing moments. Each night we came out, we dominated our competition no matter who it was and as you saw or heard, we beat Drastik for the Hardcore Championship not once but twice with our recent victory coming at Road to Redemption. We sent an EAW hall of famer back to retirement and captured a title faster than, I believe, anyone who has stepped foot here. Yet, people talk about the Sanatorium, a group that was created exclusively for one purpose and that is the protection of Eclipse so that he can have all the glory and main event shows while the others look on from the side-lines. Every member of Sanatorium, expect Maddie because she is kind of cute, is sworn to suck Eclipse’s dick each and every day in order to make him feel relevant. But still, people look at them as a dominant group. Some people even talk about Wolvesden, the group that is dead and no matter how many members they recruit, they will never be relevant like they were before. Even when they were relevant, I am sure that People with Class would have kicked them down to the road to irrelevancy and taken their place at the top. 

That however is not all. Let me take you to a pay per view event known as Shock Value. You remember that event right? The event where Y2Impact created history by winning his seventh world title and in the process establishing a record that will be very difficult to break? Yes I think now you remember. Well you see, in that event, there was a match known as the Top prospect scramble match. Yes, that is the same match where the retard Ahren Fournier was treated as a hero backstage and of course in the ring. You see, after all was said and done you have the name of Maero as the winner of the match and the recipient of a chance to compete for a title in the future but that result does not speak the story of the match. You know what, let me walk you through the entire match and show you why his win was complete bullshit. You see, in that match, there were guys like Fournier, Daemon and Caine who were selected as favorites to win the match. As the match commenced, Jon and me took on each and every one of the men and in the end, Jon became the top prospect for a time. After some time, I pinned Daemon, one of the favorites you recall, and then became the top prospect with very little time remaining for the match to end. You want to know what ‘fan’ favorite Fouriner was doing all this time? He was goofing around in the commentary table and in the end had one contribution and that was putting Caine and me through a table when we were fighting on the top rope. Yes, that rat bastard sneaked up from behind and took us out but lost the match without even being a top prospect for once. I was the top prospect up to the last second and somehow, according to the referee, Maero got the win which, according to me, is lame. But yes, I fought till the last second and went down as a fighting man unlike your ‘heroes’ who just gave up so easily but even then, did I get respect? No. did Jon McAdams get respect? No. We, the guys who wanted to bring civility back this company by hard work, are treated like villains while the men who drag the people back into watching the same boring shit get treated like heroes. 

I have always heard that the current generation of our great country is leading us to our doom because of the decisions they make. But now I believe it because I have seen with my own eyes how people reject greatness in favor of mediocrity. But you know what people, you can do whatever the fuck you want because the PwC engine does not run depending on you and truth be told, I don’t give two shits about the mediocre minds that you possess. This week, when the awards of EAW will be given to the ‘worthy’ recipients, I will be participating in a battle royal to determine the number one contender for the New Breed Championship. Now when someone with mediocre brains talks about a battle royal, they talk about the competitors, about the championship or even the current champion. They weave their words in a way that makes them the winner by default. In my experience, men like these fall first and in that match, those men will be the first to get eliminated. But no, I will not talk about the men in that match, I will talk about what I deserve. For everything I have done ever since I came here, I deserve that title opportunity. I deserve that title opportunity for making Voltage awesome again, I deserve that for having far more skills than any other man in that battle royal. But yes, I know that you all and also the locker room does not care about what I deserve and so come that night, I will take what is rightfully mine. Like I said before, no one believed us when PwC was formed but then, I changed the rules of the game and destroyed a hall of famer Drastik not once but twice. This week, I won’t hesitate to bend the rules again to get what I deserve. Long have I lived in the shadow of the doubters, unbelievers and haters, long have I endured the stupidity of the locker room but now, the time has come for them to bend their knees to PwC. Mark my words, this week if any man will emerge as the last man standing out of the fifteen who enter, it will be me and come the new year, I will bring the New Breed Championship to Voltage.

(Mike stops recording and throws away the cigarette. He saves the file and then makes a call to his driver)

Mike: Yeah, pick me up from my location. Make it quick, I have work to do. 

(After some time, Mike’s car arrives and he hops into it. Mike then opens his phone again and sends his audio clip somewhere….) 

EAW Awards show promo #1


Sunday, December 18th, Chicago, Illinois, 11:35 pm

(The scene opens inside a dimly lit hotel room. Outside the world is still abuzz over the happenings at tonight's Road to Redemption PPV, but inside all is quiet, with only destination in the line of sight of a man who very name sends shivers down people's spines. The man the world knows as Solomon Caine, who currently stands facing the camera, his cold gaze piercing thru the screen.)

Caine: "Thru blood, I was born, thru blood I was purified, and thru blood my failures have been washed away. For those who have sent me know that only blood can cleanse, and so they have blessed me with the baptism that was carried out by Eclipse Diemos. Oh thank you my masters for erasing my shortcomings and restoring me so that I may serve you properly and repay the blood you have give me, with interest. For in six days, on the night were all shall be seeking their own glory, I will seek only to give you what you desire, I will commit onto you a great sacrifice of blood in your honor. From those whom you have chosen.

From men like Ross Vegas, who has become addicted to having his ego stroked by the praise of men, that he has disregarded his true purpose. That he has lived only to indulge his own addiction to petty chants that will never gain him anything of actual merit. All the pomp and circumstance That you wrap yourself in, will not earn you any favor in the eyes of those who have sent me. No, for like many who have come before you, you will see that you great pride, will only lead to your down fall, and when it does your mangled body will put up for display so that the people will learn of the works of my masters.

Kelly Hackenschmidt, you who dare to call yourself pure. You know nothing of being pure, all the honor, and ethics you hold yourself to, they will do you no good when the carnage that shall be unleashed, surrounds you. For survival comes not to those who handicap themselves, it comes to those who find their prey, and swiftly destroys it without mercy. For In this life, the law is kill, or be killed. Which will you ccccchhhhoooosssseee? If it is not the latter, than you may as well be sacrificed here and now at this hour, for time is precious for it is always fleeting.

Finnegan Wakefield, hear my words, listen well as I speak to you now. You who would try to uphold the name of your family, shall be crushed in trying to do so, for no man can be saved by the works of his kin, and each shall be condemned by their own weakness. And you, you are weak link I your family's chain. You can not save yourself, thus no one, not your allies who will stab you in the back out of greed, not a brother or sister, or bastard father, or wretched mother shall be able to spare you from the wrath that has been measured out just for you.

To the Moongoose, yours is a terrible fate, for you have turned away from my masters calling, and have chosen to whore yourself out to whom ever will offer you the barest of silver. Your greed has permeated, and consumed you from the inside. All that stands is the shell of a man who has neither passion nor pride enough to stand for himself. No, instead you allow yourself to be a pawn for those who think themselves kings. When their empires fall, they will come crashing down upon you! Because you have chosen to make yourself a servant to that which will crumble!

The same awaits you Anthony Leonhart, for all the kingdoms of the world, including the one which you pledged yourself to, shall be crushed under the feet of those who are sending me. Soon, sooner than you realize, it will matter not which flag you wave, nor the anthem that accompanies it, for the land which they represent will be scorched, and not one brick nor stone shall stand upon another, when the great flood of fire wipes away the stain of The Heathens that populate every corner and cranny of this earth! Weep now for your homeland, for when that great day comes, you will not have even a moment to do so before you are consumed by the fire!"

(Caine inhales deeply as he runs his fingers thru his hair. As the camera begins to pull back very slowly. )

Caine: "Mortimer, the gentle man. THE GENTLE MAN! YOU ARE tHE VERY EMBODIMENT OF WEAKNESS!!!! MAN WAS NEVER MEANT TO BE MORE THAN SAVAGE, BUT YOU AND THOSE WHO THINK AS YOU DO, CORRUPTED HIS MIND, AND MADE HIM ABANDON HIS OWN INSTINCTS!!! Now all of the world shall suffer unspeakable horrors, because of gentlemen like You Mortimer. You have condemned the world, and all who dwell within it to unimaginable hell! This Friday, I will give you a small Taste of that hell, so that the world might come to their senses, and remember who they truly are.

Lars Grier they have told me of you, they have told me that you have the potential to serve, you need only listen. You need only to now before them, and agree to serve them and cast aside your pride that hinders you by blinding your eyes and deafening your ears. Awaken yourself that you may find salvation, that you may not perish needlessly. Do it, and quickly, for they will. It stand for it should you reject them. Not even your mighty strength will be able to save you, should you act foolishly and turn away from them. Should you chose to walk down that road, it will lead you to your dddddddooooooommmmm.

Cody Marshal, it will not matter the color of your skin, wether it is white or black or brown, for all shall burn in the great fire and be turned into nothing more then ash. So take not to heart the music you listen to, the politics that you distract yourself with, or that false hope whom you have placed your faith in, for he cannot stop the will of my masters, not even whilst in the shadow of his birth onto this world. Your culture, your country, and your values, all of them shall go up in flames, for that is the will of my masters.

Jack Ripply, David Davidson, my master have no use for degenerates, who will toss their lives away, trying to make a fortune without ever living more than the arm of a slot machine, or a pair of cards. All the silver and gold you earn, you throw it away for a gitty little thrill, that is gone before it even comes. If this is all you ever hope to do with yourselves, than prepare for when all has been lost, and there is nowhere to turn to distract yourselves from the absolute terrors that will beset you from every side.


Spencer Hoffman, do not let yourself be decieved, for what is coming is not about your glory or mine, it is for the glory of my masters. The dreams that you seek, the praise that you search for, the goals that you have dedicated your life to, they are all just illusions that blind you. Their foundations shall all be uprooted, and when they are, it shall be too late for any one to beg for mercy. The world shall cry out in terror one moment, and be silenced forever the next with only the echo of their screams ringing out in eternity that is the fate which lies in wait for the weak, the sick, the vain, the greedy, and every other form of heathen that roams this world.

And to you, Mike Showman, Ahren Fournier, and Jakob DeLion, I have told you of all your inadequacies before. About how your vanity, pride, greed, and blasphemy have all sentenced you to condemnation eternal! And you still chose to live blind, the work that began on the day of lightning, it shall be made complete when your heads have been placed upon pikes, and your blood has painted over the altar of those who have sent me. Blood which will be pour out in their honor, blood which will awaken the masses, and perhaps even bring you to your senses.

(The camera finishes pulling back to reveal Caine is speaking to a long, standing, full body mirror, his hands clinched tightly on each side.)

Caine: "For thru blood life is given to the worthy..."

(Caine rears his head back, and headbuts the mirror, leaving dozens if not hundreds of cracks in it. After a long moment he slowly lifts his head away from the broken glass and turns his crimson masked face towards the camera.)

Caine: "and thru blood life is taken away from the damned. For says my masters, and it must be so."

(Caine stares intensely at the camera as it fades out.)

The end.

For a man predicated on speed, how ironic it is to be the one who always finds himself one step behind. You mistake patience for maturation, yet it is Tiberius Jones that has forever been caught chasing the shadows of giants and kings. And while the race is yet finished, Lannister has long since reigned before the night prove dearer to the thief. There finally prove a foundation to roam, but how even Tiberius will come to know there is a price to pay, for trying to eat at the king's table. The wine is not free, and no, the food not cheap. The arguing man shall take recognition in that a thief only takes, but not within this seat is Tiberius barred from the king's judgment. For it is within this realm, that the criminals be delivered up for the king's justice. And Lannister must say, the punishment deems fit for the crime. For nothing innocent ever comes from that of temptation. Bloody are the hands that steal in sake of salvation, and it is not forgiveness in which you receive. For all your fast maneuvers and elusive will, there not be a man to evade Lannister's power of will. Lannister built a crown upon the ashes of thieves. For a thief, enough is never enough. And through these winds of greed, even that of a king proves superior in nature. As a king can never be punished for his greed, while all it takes is one feeble misstep to harness the king's wrath. Never pay for what you dare steal. And it's only Lannister's debt that's due. It is the sacrilege of the crimes that bound the thief to the gallows.

For in Lannister's domain, you're convicted when stand accused. So bring forth the executioner, one in which Lannister serves, but as well the judge and the jury. And oh, Tiberius, how the thief indeed awaits judgment in this stand before the jury. Accused of sin, the thief is bound to the gavel, voice, and the sword. For there is no pride in the thief's' heinous crimes. A victim of his own circumstance, and bound to be tormented by the king's judgment of fate. For the power of prosecution lies among the court, supplanting what is taken in life, to life being taken. The old adage goes as follows: you reap what you sew. And in this life, the thief always stares down the deadly spell of the gallows. The guillotine is the ultimate expression of the king's law, and the epitome of his decree. And in this instance, how the massive crowd has come in full force, eager to see the jester silenced and pentenced once and for all. But the bell dare not toll your name, for it is only the blade that marks the end of your days. For a man of the common, is no man to recognize, even in the shortcoming of his days. Through are the times of not only taking, but biting from the hand that feeds. For all the crimes committed prove barren to the sight in which to see. An example to be made, all for the cost of not playing by the rules. And for this misdeed, time to pay for the fools. When this blade comes to release, heads are to roll.

Just a word to the wise, of what awaits for the sin of greed. For your pentence shall be earned. Thief, heed this warning and beware, of finding more than in which you desire. For the fun has rusted away, and it is only that of the executioner's sword that wield now. And once that blade comes to release, Lannister need not worry about the ringing of bells. A bell is catered to the reasoning of celebrating or mourning, but nobody mourns the fool. Nobody mourns the thief. Tiberius would be so lucky to hear a bell of thrice motive, let alone a single or pairing at all. Lannister shall take his chances on the bell that tolls - for in the past it has served a coronation and reign, and the infamous reputation that serves he as the Angel of Debt.

...And it not be a bell that tolls for Tiberius Jones, especially that in triumph. For only that of silence will heed this ceremony. The same crowd that once laughed at his own jokes, are now the spectator in the head coming to roll. Even the men and women that share Lannister's outfit, dare pity the fool in this instance. But misery is all the thief is affiliated to, so his ending act shall serve no different in epitome.

Some mistakes you never stop paying for...

And it just so happens that Lannister's price is the one that pays the most.

Through it all, not one single point has gotten through anybody's head.

There is no kind of entitlement to be bestowed here. I am well aware of all that you have done in this company Tyler Parker but you do not seem as keen on professing my previous efforts as well. I am the emir who has not only participated in several elimination chambers but the only one to have pinned Ares Vendetta in this kind of surrounding. Your passion is unrivaled in many ways but in light of recent events, one would figure that you would reassess your way of going about this match. Because the matter of fact remains that the times have emerged from an era where consistent results were the status quo to an era where any fragmentary elitist out there could make it. You do not have to fit a certain criteria to blend in and fight at the top anymore, you just have to show up and prove that you are inclined enough. I learned that the drastic way but it ultimately made me unfold into the unstoppable wrecking force that I am today. You saw that force present in the ring with you when we faced off a few weeks ago where I was only a few lucky turns and drops from declaring it my victory. The shock on your face was far too overwhelming and now you are stuttering with the likes that you would previously consider infinitely inferior to you. The era has changed and the demand of respect have changed. I still look forward to facing off against you in the four sided ring Tyler but the dynamism no longer exists, and until you are able to discover that within your works again, I dread you will not see your rise to the top anytime soon again. There is quite a lot that experience has granted me in my long stay in this company, Nico Burg. And I know that every new capable elitist likes to believe that they are the exception to the over-hype despair but the matter of fact remains that many of the best have fallen victim to it. You encircle the Hall of Famers who have entered that ring and I can assure you that they all had a period during their career where their invincibility quickly became their kryptonite and when they were at their worst state, nobody helped them in their anguish. You should heed my words as a gift to your career right now. We are both aware of the fact that regardless of whether you walk out of this chamber victorious or not, that title in your hand is still going to be in your stead. What matters from there is how you maneuver the experience you attained from the chamber to more success in the future. However, if you choose to become more fixated on goals that are light years apart from where you currently stand then you will eventually lose your eyesight and ultimately your path from all of the eminence. The paths taken are ultimately chosen by you in the end Nico Burg so let this chamber be a blessing to your career rather than a dissolution by letting me take what is ultimately mine before there is too much allure created. After all, it is the right thing to do.

When a hero takes his pledge, he knows what he is signing up for. What you represent is pure gutlessness, something you know full to well of being implicated of in the past. And there is really no other way about it, the facts reign that you have taken the fainthearted decision more than once in your life. As much as you may try to justify your cruel words and your obscene actions, there is not a bone in your body that is willing to fight the real fight. People hate on the Hyde because like yourself, it embodies evil that is disrupting the good that already exists. People in your state like to come up with rationalizations as to how a certain society or company has curtailed them from their ration as opposed to actually doing something about the situation. That is what irritates me the most, the inability to procure a solution. In questioning the dilemmas that are already prevalent and then not actually doing anything to fix it, you end up becoming a part of the obstacle. There is so much you could have done in your power Ares, your platform was set up perfectly by your very own descendant to become something larger and yet you gave it all up for longing avarice. But none of this makes sense in your world where it is evidently norm to root out those that cannot stand up to you and devour them as if it were's nature calling, a crude and ferocious world. It is why in comparison, my fortitude seems significantly superior. I know what the problems are present in the current and instead of wasting time protesting about it as if it will change a single thing, I am stepping into the chamber to take care of you once and for all. It sounds restless but I want to substantiate to those doubters who have been consumed by your reigns that you can exist as a free and good being with unfettered will and still be able to accomplish things like winning the Answers World Championship. You have already demolished your path way back in many ways but I will not let the absolutism go on any longer impoverishing anybody else's. I will finally break the status quo and drop you for good and at the end of it all, I will be the only one standing.

it has been a long time coming and now this is the finale..
i have nothing more to offer you than my solace and peace...
before i rip away everything and become the Answers World Champion for good.