Oh how repetition paves the way for all to weaken and sedate. It appears that Tiberius Jones is seen in no contrasting as light, for he has become tortured by his own echoing drum in which he beats. He went from overcompensating to not compensating enough, becoming blind and trapped within his own mechanism. Lannister knew that motive often leads to fatality, but never did Lannister expect a man of his stature to become so careless. Lannister need not represent the ideal that is a state of anguish and faintness of fear, for Tiberius is well on the way of serving his own dish of that. This very decay in which Jones entails, is well in need that of some shock therapy. But how we might be too late on this conquest to save Mr. Jonesy here from his own containment. For the sound of madness that rockets off his tongue, has simply made it apparent he is evolving down a hole. And Lannister not say this for the sake of argument, no, no - hear Lannister out. He has actually come to believe the index in which he speaks. But oh, Jonesy, how you have yet to realize, and yet to see: No matter how good you play, Lannister shall still focus on the blunders in which you say. Just remember, that while you've thrown a good tune of slander Lannister's way, that these suggestions don't forego last impressions. But being on the outside looking in that you find yourself tied to, Lannister can see the shimmering light in which you try to defy. But the defiance is a resounding push back to the trauma that you have obviously caused yourself. Because after all, your words become even more hollow than before.

Oh, Tiberius, how else would Lannister explain the shock factor in how quick you were to jump the gun indeed. Lannister knew just the sheer mention of Ares would spiral you out of control. For it is not Lannister that makes a mere mockery out of history, as he happens to be the only one to shed its enlightenment. Lannister was in the right of it when he said that he's the only man to ever humble the bastard of Vendetta. Now while it is true that you have secured a victory over the scum of the world, do let the record show that it was through that of interference. Lannister needed not an ounce of good fortune to not only defy Ares the pride of basking himself around as King of Elite, but in turn it was Lannister that left the resounding mark. Branding his very name onto the bastard's skin. You dare trump that with your petty pinfall? You are circling for the edge on this here argument, but it has just left your words without merit in hindsight, Jones. Your petty accomplishments and singular victories dare not even tempt Lannister into a word of admiration, for it applies to nothing spectacular. Lannister is un-phased by your jeering, for you are nothing more than a puppet to your own design. You may pull off the masquerade, but you're not fooling Lannister in the slightest.

Because after all, it is just the same echoing sound Lannister heard before. Your vague undertones, without the representation of fact, just blind heroism and self-pride. The barren sounds that muttered from Tiberius before. There is a reflection to be had in the manner you speak towards Lannister, "Jonesy". Because the very gospel you try to apply to Lannister, serves as nothing but pointless banter that is anything but the heralded claim in which you seek. Lannister need not continuously defend his past, after all, it is etched in stone. A laundry list of claims that only Lannister can boast. But perhaps that's why the envy sounds so strong, and eerily similar to that of other men that dare opposite the one that rings true. But Lannister is glad that he is reminded of these very entails, because it just drives home the portion in which you contradict your own interests. The audacity in which you showcase, serving self-righteously and proclaim Lannister in the contradicting narrative, when it is you that has circled around hopelessly. If Lannister serves the recollection, it was YOU, Jonesy, trying to proclaim you are the symbolism of change. And that you were the direct opposite of Lioncross and Lannister. But how your gasping of straws had led you right back to the beginning, one in which Lannister can point out. Because after all Jonesy, you made quite the ramification and notice to this gust of change, yet all you can clamor to is that of a past. A past in which even Lioncross could compare his own resume to and choose his own. And that is a considerable statement to make, considering he's spent the last few months making a mockery out of himself. But need not, for he still carries that signature win, a barrier in which you continuously are sheltered with. But do not see this as a C-grade insult, because Lannister dare not tempt you with facts for the mere idea of getting under your skin. No, of course not - it appears you do not know in which the man you are dealing with Jonesy. Lannister need not your approval, nor that of a singular other. But quite a claim expresses more about your own interests than that of Lannister's, if you are so quick to make an assumption.

Lannister never not once has sought the approval of another, yet here you are playing the role of an assault victim all because Damien Murrow proclaimed you public enemy number one. Oh boo hoo, Jonesy, let Lannister shed a tear for the pettiness in which you walk. But Lannister can't mourn the sorrows of Jonesy for all that too long, as Lannister is sure there will be yet another PC outrage over the affinity of others in due time. You see, Jonesy, this need not be an example, but it shall serve as one all the same. Your fallacies are falling upon that of deaf ears, because your words stumble upon the source of reason. Only Lannister sees the references in which you make, and they are obviously that of false misjudgment caused by that of your favored bias. No need to explain yourself, Lannister need not one, but do come to the realization that Lannister is not in a quarrel with you over perception. Lannister just sees the tone of it all as a game, and you played right into Lannister's hands. You will deny it, of course, that par is up to the inevitable. But nonetheless, Lannister has led you astray from the message in which you intended to portray. The circles are real, Lannister dare not reference them out of sheer convenience, no. He is not that type of man, and if you expected him as such - again, this says more about the character and pretenses of Tiberius Jones than that of anything else. Lannister has you figured out to the tee, while the assumptions are becoming more glaring by the second, Jonesy. You are by all means still a remarkable man, this much is apparent with how deep you were willing to dive in such a singular metaphor on the Animal Kingdom. While impressive, yes, in how you were able to transpire one small token of Lannister's jests, it is ill-advised, and a noted waste of time. For Lannister need not express his stature to a single soul, yet it is you that is convinced otherwise.

But go right ahead, play with your fables and imaginary animal friends in your mind, because after Road to Redemption that's all you will have to your name - still. For a man so obsessed with the future, you sure do talk about it a lot for a man who hasn't set himself up for one. Lannister finds you amusing, he truly does, and that is not out of spite. It is merely because of how deep you are willing to go, how sanctioned you have become to your own very code. Lannister loves that about you, Jonesy. But Lannister is afraid that all of this bickering in which you entail, aligned with the whining and hearsay - that you've lost the silver lining. But go right ahead, devour what you see as right - for there is no need for an ark here. The dam will obviously collapse upon itself, as the flood gates in which Lannister represents will surely be the relentless attack that even Tiberius Jones couldn't turn back from.

But it's funny, how Lannister will drown you out of your own legacy with his indictment. Because see it as a blessing in disguise, a revelation to wipe the slate clean. To adhere to the warning that Lannister has continuously spoken for. Now Lannister knows that the air becomes hard to swallow, when it is colored in a truth that isn't your own. But you'll just have to make due, for Lannister will unleash this storm at last. So let these words transpose the future, and with it, give no ill-advised chance of silence. Because this memory will tell the story alright, and there is just the common knowledge in how Lioncross loves those. But be careful of how you incline to the future, Jonesy, because Lannister dare say you will not like what comes from it. For this is a path in which you walk, but it has been forged by that of Lannister. This is the dawn of the new age, a fact to reel in amidst the chaos of it all. Lannister shall take pleasure in having you lose grip on control, as this failure will surely enough pull you under. For this altered state you are envisioning, equates to anything but a happy ending.

Lannister sends you his deepest regards, Jonesy. You just best not miss them. Or else the Lannister's shall make you rue this day unexpectedly. It is the price of Lannister that pays, and it is the price of iron that Lannister shall take.

...And does it EVER pay to be Lannister.

Lannister!Lannister!Lannister!Lannister! You’ve been kissed up to for so long that you truly believe that any array of words can be spoken from your liar’s tongue and go unchallenged. Tell me, Lanny, of what position are you to tell me that you are the only man to humble Ares Vendetta when the record would show that in both our last single matches against him you fell to him while I achieved victory? Since when do humbled men pick out those who humble them from the crowd for battle? Lanny, your words defy the very laws of nature, for after I had bitten off a pound of flesh from Ares he has avoided me ever since, while scurrying his way in your direction at his leisure. Tell me, where in the animal kingdom has there ever been such a tale told, where the prey of one’s prey should strike fear in the heart of the apex predator? You are eaten by that of which I consume. In this chain you are no lion, not even a deer for that position is held by Ares, you’re the grass that Ares’ eats and the grass that gives me nutrition when I take my bites out of him! You are two steps beneath me in the food chain, nothing more than a mere crop propped up too high.

But these words of yours is what you’d expect if a crop had artificially been removed from its habitat and placed in a cherished container to be watered by its masters every day. Imagine if such plants could speak, they too would think highly of themselves, they would submerge themselves in thoughts of superiority over how they obtain water and sustenance to be more green than all the other plants just by existing there in their pots! Yes, I imagine such plants, just like Lanny, would get the idea that they there are superior to the insects and the mammal herbivores that would normally consume them, yes even look down on the wolves and many other beasts that would normally walk over them without notice! For there is a truth you have spoken Lanny, you have no gripes with Damien. In fact, I wonder why you even seek CITV, as Ares’ plaything you need no such item to gain an audience with him. You can return from injury, lose your only match back, and you’d still be the treasured watered plant that is handed a world championship opportunity by the champion himself! Perhaps that explains your strange decision to divide your focus into two matches, perhaps the knowledge that you can get opportunities at a drop of a hat has made you grow careless.  

You’re a curious guy to see, indeed.

You mock my history Lanny, yet you risk your focus on CITV simply to be in a tournament that was made famous by it’s first winners in Drake & Jones! I become more and more puzzled at how you internationalize these contradictions of yours and still function without a skip in your step. Are you programmed to have no dignity and self awareness? Or are you wired for a far more nefarious purpose? One can’t help but question the objectives of a man who would formerly hooker himself out for a coin and could be serving just about anyone’s paid purpose. Nothing can be thought too low for you afterall. As shown by War Games, I am someone who will commit actions simply to for fun and to be part of a big endeavor I have never taken part of before, in a thirst for adventure and self entertainment. But you are someone who plays a game and would attack his own partners for attention! It would be customary for a man who committed such an act to be too embarrassed to mention it, but you hold it as one of your greatest acts, I guess it goes to show that even thieves have more honour than whores of for eyes and petty change. And what do you have to show for it? That you can brutalize partners like Crash and his monkey when they don’t expect it? I am sure the Heart Break Gal is very wary of your skill, and propensity to be a spotlight hog. You haven’t gotten any nominations for your deed either, so why should I care when I know I’m going home with plenty? Still, I will give you your applause, for I have no great complaints despite your silly attempts at trying to fabricate the reason I joined the team, I obtained a point in the win column that night and we all got to witness that quitter Lioncross tap out, like the little weakling he is that is always finding a new man to call uncle.

But come Road to Redemption, I wont be such a team player on support, and you won’t be getting play of the game. See this is not a night where getting the finishing blow is just some cute little moment that gets replays, that apparently has petty people like you forgetting that winning is all that matters, there are actual spoils to who gets the finish and victory cannot be shared! You should of walked away a long time ago Lanny, should of went home to bed that Vendetta woman of yours and built a family of sickening mutts. But it isn’t your fault that you don’t know there are roads you shouldn’t go down, and that you aren’t the only ones with quotes to throw around as you make your way down this path. Maps use to say there would be dragons here, now they don’t. But that doesn’t mean the dragons aren’t there.

And though you are correct that I don’t breathe fire, you might wish that I did, for my Dragon Breath has burned many regardless. It is far more alarming to be burned without flames, for that means there is not even smoke to tell you what’s coming. You’re clearly not accustomed to me if you thought you wouldn't be blown asunder simply because I lack fire. Burns aren’t even the worst of it. Any long-time foe of mine would tell you that I am Tiberius Jones, and I breathe damnations of many kinds, ones that blind, and some that paralyze.

It appears Lannister has struck a nerve. With just a sprinkle of Lannister's jests, it appears Tiberius has gone the route to overcompensate, to fabricate a claim that ceases to exist. But in the truth of it all, Tiberius Jones is not the gust of change in which he tries to represent, nor is he an anomaly to the great spectacle. He is playing the mummer's farce, and how he has played it quite well. For perception truly is devious, and it appears Tiberius realized this long ago - and is relying on its embodiment now. For this fiend has relied upon the guidance of the morning stars to lead the way into this void. For a man that acts upon a secular haze, denying affiliation with any existence that dare not be his own, Tiberius sure enough acts upon an arbitrary operation. The contradiction has left Jones running in circles, and baseless without a foundation to walk upon. For there is just simply no other way to transcribe the nature in which Tiberius finds himself. But Lannister cannot feel empathy, as Tiberius has nobody to blame but his own for the desperation in which he shows. But through this gaze of fog that Tiberius has filled the landscape with, nothing for Lannister to mark as evident through the breeze, Lannister has found his calling. All the while, Tiberius Jones only has metaphors and deceptions set across his arsenal. But Lannister has never broken stride over a false idol, and he by no means intends to start at Road to Redemption. For the stakes are deemed too high, the ramifications too steep. And if there was ever a man to bask your bets on, it would be the one that rings true. For Lioncross, to his credit, has at the very least made a signature mark on the chronicles of EAW history, while Tiberius Jones is still in search of a sliver. But Lioncross has proven to be inadequate to the tale that sets before him, showcasing an impressive O-fer against both Lannister and Tiberius alike. So Lannister must give credit where deserved, and Tiberius has proven himself able and willing to conquer Lioncross time and time again. But that's pales in comparison to the prodigy in which Lannister exemplifies. For he has not only musters the experience, but shades himself in the trend of new, alternating desires. A bold claim that only he can make, a luxury of the divine spirit in which Lannister's demeanor speaks to.

Lioncross and Tiberius Jones are only here to play that of a charade, a story to tell themselves over and over again. To play the part, and fill it to a tee. Through all the hatred and resentment from man-to-man, Lioncross and Tiberius Jones sure share the same qualities and imperfections. Together they are perfectly diluted and flawed, meant to share the same fate of this tale. Hounding the unknown, restless to the idea of being sworn brothers in this fairy-tale that will never garner traction, Lioncross and Tiberius Jones are more alike than they would ever care to lead on. For instance, they both have the inclination to blame all their troublesome values on that of Damien Murrow. Lioncross sees him as the model of corruption, for having to defend an honor he has been deemed not worthy to bestow. But rather than take the chance to self-reflect and harbor the disposition to cultivate his alignment. And Tiberius caused a quarrel over the thought of Nick Angel joining this here congregation. But has Lannister made even the slightest of hint of despair for the challenges set before him? Why, of course not - for Lannister knows that he himself represents the colossal challenge in a match-up this marquee. Lannister must be the anomaly in it all, Tiberius, how your misrepresentation is slipping through the cracks. Through all your baseless claims, none sounded more desperate than that of using Lannister's EAW Championship reign as the means to spite. Tiberius would like to clamor to the symbolism that he is without loss, that he has never been conquered. Perhaps even spell himself out to be the young and reckless against the grizzled veteran and dominant brute. But through all his contempt for Lannister, through all his libel for Lioncross , there is a reason he speaks in vague undertones when harping on his own reflection. Because there is simply nothing to reflect upon, nothing in which to write home. Oh yes, Tiberius - this "dominant" stretch you speak of, how daring of you. How exemplary of you, to continue to play this fiddle of yours. Just one of many illustrations that Tiberius has no greater asset to himself, than that of promoting his own esteem. This just proves in the essence of it all that Jones is his own scripture. Lannister need not be petty and compare his prominence to your pile of nothing, but there needs to be some solidarity to this perception you choose to evade. While you went on this "perpetual stretch of time with success" - as you call it - Lannister was overlapping your very distinction. Tiberius Jones was a mere afterthought in War Games, hardly able to leave a lasting impression. It was only in that of hindsight in which Tiberius Jones could cling to the entity of triumph. Oh yes, Tiberius, don't act the fool when it was Lannister's very valor that you banked upon. Lannister took on the expectancy and onslaught of Team Ryder on his own accord. It was his own version of a blitzkrieg, while the opposition came to succumb to the sheer will, and the allies became a banshee of Lannister's virtue. And that includes none other than you, Tiberius.

So go right ahead, Jones - feel free to build pillars upon your shade of triumph. Feel free to dig in, protect your castle walls with a structured, surrounding moat. But it will cease to matter, because Lannister boasts in superior claims. Lannister remains the longest reigning King in EAW history, while staying congruent to the time, you dare squabble with peanut-sized adventures that was Dynasty. You couldn't even represent your own peers in the very tournament Lannister won, yet you show a contingency plan to undermine it. Such a prevalent expense of your nature. You have nothing on Lannister, so you sort to that of self-manufactured, petty dominance, one that took a small sample of Lannister's time to dissect and invalidate. Lannister knows not where the genesis of your fables began, but Lannister is known to put a Fabled Conqueror or two in his place. In-fact, Lannister is the only man in EAW History to have ever humbled the very entity that is Ares Vendetta. Which, not to transition right back to the similarity that you and Lioncross possess, but Ares Vendetta does prove to be yet another perpendicular point. Lioncross, for all this time, too scared and frightened to muster up the strength to cash in on the Bastard of Vendetta, and you, Tiberius - never able to exert your own dominance. But that is not a shade at your character, for Lannister knows the paramount nature has yet to ripe within either. But that just further drives home the fact that Lannister is on a spectrum of his own, a daring forecast that need not further explanation. Here, Tiberius Jones and Lioncross sit in wonder, of their aspirations. Hopeful to the mind, in static shock to their ample desires. But to Lannister, dreams and fables are of a sinner's past, and only Lannister knows the extensive nature in which these responsibilities hold. Lioncross has failed at his conquest already - and Tiberius has been thrown into the gauntlet and proven to never prevail in these magnitudes. So is the course, and so is the nature of this sequel. Tiberius can channel his inner child, his inner Komodo Dragon all he likes - but all he is left with are meager attempts to degrade the lion's status as king of the jungle. Dragons are supposed to breathe fire, and burn everything in their destructive paths. But that doesn't sound like the representation of Tiberius at all, now does it? Rather, Lannister sees a dragon who's only fiery attribute is that of desire, and even then he can only puff out smoke. And these very words that Tiberius spiels are nothing to spook the skin off of the lion's back. So, no - instead Tiberius Jones must be elusive and cunning in order to survive. But survival is a basis in which Lioncross himself anchors himself upon, Lannister expected more from a man of your stature. But regardless, no harm, no foul. Just adding to the laundry list that is Tiberius Jones' failing remarks. Tiberius thought he struck gold with his play on words, leaving that of fire and blood, but instead has left himself vulnerable to the onslaught in which Lannister can muster. Lannister had it in the wrong before, but he sees it now. Perhaps the argument to be made isn't that of the lion covering his tracks, but rather, for Tiberius to ensure he masks his. Because Lannister is the aforementioned predator, and the lion need not worry who seeks out the grand vision. But do tread ever so lightly, Tiberius, for when you come at the King - you best not miss. 

And you'll just have to excuse Lannister's ignorance Lioncross, for Lannister did not purposely mean to neglect your presence. But you just have to come to understand that even to a man like Lannister, dominion, even in towering fashion, can be a tiring effort. Lannister has debunked your every claim thus far, to date. After all, your considerable failures to the hands of yours truly is a shrine that cuts deep. The only commodity in which serves you right to share this ring with Tiberius and Lannister, despite your shortcomings, is the very entity that is in question. But it appears you don't even have the aptitude to hold onto that - as you have let Tiberius and Lannister alike take it from your very grasp time and time again. Except this time, the result shall remain permanent. You have lingered thus far, but this is where the road ends once and for all. Lannister has deemed you not worthy - and you mock him for it - but allow the progress of the events to ensue, as a retroactive decree for the transgression of your fatal flaws. Lannister need not bound himself to your tale anymore, nor engage in your heaves of remaining breath. For the only purpose they serve now is a swan song of sympathy, and Lannister has never been the type to cater to such emotion. So instead, Lannister shall no longer entertain your feeble lamentations, but instead, build upon them as a lasting example. Lannister need not prove himself any further, especially to a man as discorded as you. But to it, he will reconcile, and be the jarring memory in which you come to resent. You have paid your dues, Lannister will not misrepresent. But now is the time to pay Lannister for all his intents, for the blueprint design that led Lioncross astray. For this isn't redemption. This isn't even a road. This has been Lannister's story and design all along. Under his own control. The oasis in which you conspire is nothing but a fragment of your own idealistic depiction. But you haven't lived upon the rules of idealistic work since this season kicked off, since your content poisoned you into this numbed view. It's okay though, Lioncross - for Lannister fully intends to ease you of these symptoms, cut the disease from the very origin. Lannister may show you this mercy, but just this once, and just in this manner. For this great power has burdened you for all this time. And all Lannister has done in his position of power, is excel. And excel he must. It's the power of will.

Power be dare, and it pays to be Lannister.

ALLES FUR LANNISTER... LANNISTER... LANNISTER... And a debt to the crown is to be owed in his favor.

Four more days.

Four may days and December 17th is upon us, the tenth anniversary of Road to Redemption. A landmark night for EAW, the biggest pro wrestling event of the season! It’s a momentous occasion with so much to look forward to. Or at least….that’s what is being said. The question a lot of people have is whether that is true or not. There are so many different reasons that this company has been pushing to get you all to watch, but honestly, none of what they’re advertising matters at the end of the day. All I can say is this: tune in and I promise you you’ll see a spectacle like never before. Road to Redemption is the one night a year where the Extreme Elimination Chamber ominously descends down upon the ring and locks in six combatants. The Chamber is such a unique match, it provides the brave elitists who dare to enter with a test. It’s a test of will, it’s a test of strength both physical and mental, it is told that once you step foot inside the chamber you are never the same again once you walk back out of it; it is a structure made of two tons of cold hard steel designed to punish the human body, the structure is something straight up demonic -- but when it comes to the narrative of Dynasty’s Extreme Elimination Chamber, none of it matters. You all know how devastating the Chamber matches can be just by having watched them over the years, it’s not what I’m talking about when I bring up a never seen before spectacle, not at all.

This year’s Dynasty Chamber is different from most because you see, this time around the usual formula has been changed. You will not be seeing six men trapped inside a Chamber this year. Instead you will be seeing five men trapped inside of a Chamber, with Scott Oasis. Someone who does not classify as an ordinary man, the beast that is a living anomaly. Unlike them I will harbor no fear in my heart, no hesitation, not even an acknowledgment in my mind about this being a daunting task. The Extreme Elimination Chamber has not yet seen someone like me walk past its doors. Last year, I entered in the regular Elimination Chamber blind as a rookie, competing way below my current stride. I had not yet developed what was needed to take control of the match and get myself a victory. This time around I’m entering with the abilities of a veteran of the game. Far above that even. You’ve all witnessed what I’ve done OUTSIDE of the Chamber. I can do just as much damage to a man with my bare hands as an average man can do with any weapon in his possession. With that known, putting me in an environment like this is downright scary. At least, it is for those who have been chosen to go against me. For me on the other hand, the victimizer in this situation, it is very exciting though. Everything that I have done since Pain For Pride Nine has been leading to this night. All of the grueling training, the hours without sleep, isolating myself in the woods without any kind of contact for days -- going through depravity to the point of almost driving myself insane!.....Not to mention all of the carnage I have had to leave in my wake. Ever since losing my World Heavyweight Championship and coming back from my brief hiatus to Dynasty, I have been performing at a level that nobody has been able to duplicate. I’ve developed a major reputation for the savage beatings I’ve delivered to my opponents. It is that kind of violence that will get me by in the Chamber. Some might have thought of the vile things I’ve done as needless and senseless violence ; just big bad Scott Oasis torturing his opponents for kicks or whatever. That is part of the reason, yes. No doubt about it, being able to bash someone’s skull into the canvas is absolutely thrilling.

Hang on though people, as sick as my fascination might sound and as much as it might seem like my sole goal in mind here, the truth is it’s only the icing on the cake. What really was the purpose of it all was getting proper preparation for what is ahead, sharpening up my killer instinct for the opportunity I would have to redeem myself and reclaim what is mine! When I lost my World Heavyweight Championship, I was humiliated. I felt like an underling. That will never happen again. You know, I’ve always heard about the phrase people tend to say when making a comeback, the phrase being “well if I did all of this to get it, Imagine what I will do to keep it”. And I understand it quite a bit, but the part most wrestlers leave out is what happens when they end up not keeping it. They leave it unsaid when it comes to the fact that it is damn near impossible to of so much as even one thing they won’t do to get back what they lost. Anyone who’s ever made it to the top of the mountain will tell you the same thing. The feeling of being World Champion, the idea of being looked at as one of the best in this sport is something else. Now some look at it as a great accomplishment in their life but the thing is for me, it is my life. This means EVERYTHING to me. In the time that I had that belt, there was nothing else that mattered in my career. That belt is me and everything I’ve been chasing after since I was a poor little boy being spat on in the streets digging through dumpsters. I NEED that belt back in my possession, but more importantly, It is undebatable that  DESERVE it along with all of the respect and reverence that comes with it. There has not been anyone else in this entire fucking business who has been doing what I’m doing! We have a whole Chamber full of former World Champions and who among them besides myself can say that!? HUH!? TELL ME.

Jacob Senn? The man who I made my own personal bitch boy while he was on his way to House of Glass and his so far pathetic championship reign? It’s funny that our paths are crossing again really, for months this man had been refuting my previous win against him from back when I was in Omerta, treating me as if I was some paper champion. He was talking all kinds of trash about me, saying he was ready for another round with me in that ring. He got exactly what he asked for two months ago and you know what happened? It’s safe to say that he couldn’t handle it, that’s for damn sure. I dominated him that night and as I would have guessed next, once he finished licking his wounds he went radio silent on me. I had not heard my name come out of his mouth at all. He did not have the balls to call me out and try to redeem himself, he just took the loss, swallowed his pride and backed down like a coward. Our World Champion people. A billy badass who likes to act like big man on campus yet crumbles when face to face with an actual man. He walked away from the challenge and moved on to other things to cry about and try to gain relevance off of. Luckily for him Lucian Black was a much easier target to set his sights on but at the same time, he still never addressed the real issue of the beating he took by my hands. He was never the deserving contender but he still decided to act like it. The fact that I was OWED a shot and damn near killed him two weeks prior to him deciding to act tough to Lucian, that was all swept up under the rug so he could scramble to save face and pretend like he still was up to par with everyone else in the main event scene. He just couldn’t stand to face the facts before, but now that we’re facing again I’m suddenly meant to believe you’re going to pull off a sound defeat, especially in a match type that brings it even more into my favor? Come on now. Every time we enter a ring against one another, it becomes obvious that we belong to two separate leagues, mine being far, far higher in standards than yours. There’s a reason that your crowning moment of becoming Champion was overshadowed by me. Two years of waiting, surviving injuries, going through hell and not only that but facing EAW’s biggest bandwagon bearer Lucian Black and who still ends up main eventing over you while you’re stuck curtain jerking? That’s right, me. I’m a better wrestler than you, I’m a better star than you and most of all, I’m a better man than you will ever so much as HOPE of being.

The same can be said for the aforementioned bandwagon bearer, the former hype machine and World Champion himself, Lucian Black. Where have you even been man? You haven't been on people's radar for a good two months or so. Ohhh, how far you have fallen! Yeah, yeah, yeah I know the stuff you've brought up about me during this time, the same shit you've held as your claim to fame the past six months, that being defeating me at Pain For Pride for my World Championship. I've owned up to it time and time again, I flat out gave you your due in the first time I talked post Pain For Pride. But what has happened since then? Who is the one looking better from this all? Seven years of anticipation Lucian, seven years of failed opportunities and having to hear you moan on and on about getting your due and when you finally get to see what it's like at the top of the mountain, what did you do? You choked once you make it to the big time! Watching you burn during your time out in the sun was hilarious, that I will say as far as positives go. Months before we even were facing for the belt you were constantly on my back, saying my name for things that had nothing to do with me, blaming me for every issue you had and acting as if you were going to take me out while never actually stepping to me. it was almost as if you were jealous of the successes I achieved in about three times less the time it took you, you just could not accept it -- you were saying that I did not deserve the belt and called yourself the rightful Champion, meanwhile I stacked up defense after defense and developed a reign that doubled yours, and with far more impressive names tied to it. Like I had said though, you were still able to muster up enough to beat me at Pain For Pride and I must say…..it benefited me greatly. That loss made me what I am today, a far more complete competitor than I ever was when I was running through the Dynasty roster one after the other. That’s saying something! The more that I think about it, the more I realize that even in defeat I was the one who was right. I told you that you weren’t World Championship material again and again, I told you that you did not have what it took and all you did was cover your ears and drown me out, but it caught up to you! EAW’s great hero did not have the shoulders to carry Dynasty like all of the people before him -- the same people who “cut ahead of him” and he was dissing on a weekly basis to boot. A lackluster reign capped off by a title loss in the opener of a Pay-Per-View for your OWN BRAND THAT YOU’RE CHAMPION OF, while the evil villain you squashed does so much as hit a guy over the head and gets to take your main event spot with him. How laughable. How fitting. How fantastic. You weren’t ready during the previous Chambers you came up short in, you weren’t ready when you faced me, you weren’t ready when you were actually title holder, and you won’t be ready now when you’ve lost it and got even worse than you were before. The way I see it, should we lock up in the Chamber, what goes on after that will be the real Scott Oasis vs Lucian Black. I will get my redemption, the only role you serve in this match other than canon fodder and service to your fanboys is providing me with the chance to have my reclaiming of the throne come full circle, beating the man who took the title from me along the way to my road back to the top.

Speaking of things coming full circle, how about The Heart Break Boy! A few months ago he went ahead and decided to come out of what feels like his third or fourth retirement to have another cup of coffee of a run so people don’t forget that he existed. Don’t get me wrong, while I may be acting harsh, I gotta admit that I have a bit of a soft spot for Heart Break Boy. There’s an odd respect there and it is for the most part due to us crossing paths during February of this year. It was in Tokyo, Japan for Dynasty’s exclusive Supershow Rising Tide. Heart Break Boy had only just arrived to Dynasty at this point and so had I. I won’t lie, I was a new kid on the block looking to make waves. What a bigger wave to make than to knock off one of the most decorated wrestlers of all time I thought. I had Heart Break Boy’s number that night, I was THIS close to putting him away, but somehow, someway, that son of a bitch managed to get one over on me. He pulled it off and I ended up with a rare addition to my loss column that night. That defeat, much like Lucian’s defeat of me, would be a major turning point. Once I headed to the back and got settled in my locker room, I knew I couldn’t let that stand. I swore to the world that I planned on moving up in the food chain, that I could stand alongside men like Heart Break Boy, men who were synonymous with the marquee and the big headlining matches! I wasn’t going to allow myself to fall off so right away I made the decision to set my sights on Brian Daniels and challenge him for his World Championship, getting the belt and becoming the man that I always wanted to be. In a lot of ways I have you to thank for my success, because without you pushing me to do so by getting the win that night, the thought of doing what I did at the end of Rising Tide would have never crossed my mind. You created this monster that has tormented the roster and now he can’t be stopped. It’s too bad the monster never had the chance to turn on its creator like the story is normally told because that same event, Reckless Wiring, you went ahead and retired. I never got to get back to you and take my win back. That changes with this Chamber though. You can’t duck me this time. You beat me only by a hair last time we faced, and that was me far from my best. Now I’m practically perfect in all the categories one can think of! I can’t say I’ve truly past what I once was though until I correct a few mistakes I made along the way and so I am entering the Chamber with a clear objective. Taking you out! You’re on that list too Jamie O’Hara! We’ve never really faced each other personally, but there was one event that I remember dearly. The Cash in The Vault match at Pain For Pride 8. I was one of the top picks to win in that match and you were right there with me. You being the hottest up and comer on Voltage and me being the hottest up and comer on Showdown. You ended up winning that match, all the credit in the world to you, and from that day forth, I had kept you in mind as a rival for me success wise. I have spent a lot of time observing you from afar, studying your progress and forcing myself to match up. The two of us both had similar expectations to live up to. We picked up similar accolades, were in the same EAW class of new recruits; 2014 and hell, we were brought in at almost the same exact time. We’ve been neck and neck are whole EAW career I’d say but there are some glaring differences in our runs that lead me to believe in certain ways, I have outdone you. As 2014 turned to 2015 and 2015 to 2016, upon the time we both began to come into our own, what was thought to be a never ending stint of improvement for you turned to stagnation. You never got things going as EAW Champion and after losing it, you experienced a lull. You were on an island of sorts, just fiddling around with not much to do. Post Pain For Pride you went ahead and relegated yourself to tag team action in a slouching division and took pride in the nice little niche you cut out of yourself until you ran that well dry and your duo split up. You still are a damn good athlete but it’s easy to spot that you’re rusty as far as real competitiveness goes. Your work ethic had been sagging with how much you were able to let yourself slip down the ranks, you’re on high alert now that you have hopes of becoming Champion again, but hope of retaking something means nothing when you can’t match the state you were in when you held it previously. Maybe in a few months time but for the 17th, it won’t be your night as far as I’m concerned. I can’t wait to get that W over you so I can put that issue to rest along with the one I got with Heart Break Boy.

Is there anyone else? Or at least, anyone important? The way I see it, the Extreme Elimination Chamber is a revenge tour, making things come full circle before I stand atop everyone on Dynasty and proclaim my greatness once more. Being able to shut Jacob Senn up and make him realize reality. Getting past Pain For Pride 9 and getting rid of anything Lucian Black could hold over me. Getting the victory over Heart Break Boy I couldn’t have as a reckless Elitist. And thoroughly surpassing a constant equal in Jamie O’Hara? But as for Ryan Adams, the fifth man of my opponents, the fame hungry, delusional sack of shit behind the Mr. DEDEDE and Methuselah facades; I have nothing to say about him. I’m done with him. I slaughtered him TWICE. I beat him from pillar to post week after week! ONE SPEAR COULDN’T STOP ME! TWO SPEARS COULDN’T STOP ME! THREE SPEARS AND I HAD HIM RUNNING TO GET A CHAIR IN A DESPERATE RAGE! I BROKE HIM TO THE POINT THAT HE HAD TO TURN TO METHUSELAH SO HE COULD MUSTER UP ANY CREDIBILITY, AND EVEN THEN, HE NEEDED THE DISTRACTION OF HAMASA TO RECOVER AFTER I HURT HIM IN RED WALLZ! There’s nothing for me to redeem, I proved my point. I exposed him for the fraud that he is. I showed you all that God was not real. That I was better than “the guy” in EAW. There’s nothing more I can add on that my actions haven’t already said for me. If you fans are so lucky to see me and DEDEDE square up for longer than thirty seconds, expect the same rehash to take place on the 17th. Maybe you can play a game of how many spears I’ll gladly eat from Meth before he has a bitch fit.

I know up until now I’ve been silent, but don’t take that as a reason to forget about me. You won’t be able to keep me off your mind come Saturday. Once that door closes and the ring attendants chain it shut, consider that your very fate being locked down as well. There’s a monster in your midst gentlemen. Tread carefully. I want that World Championship more than any of you.  It takes a lot for someone like me to get attached to something but that title, every second it’s not in my grasp is any agony I can’t take, an agony that has me going mad as we speak! The only way to get rid of it is to hurt and to mame until I get what I want and so far I am only inches away from reaching my destination and I don’t care who must be hurt, injured or even have their careers ENDED before I get it, to be honest….I don’t even give a shit what happens to myself in the process. I’m ready to die for that Championship.

Will any of you be man enough to take that step?

I shall strike down upon thee with the vengeance of a champion.

For every time my face was spat on.

For every time the name that runs this game was run roughshod on by charlatans and heretics.

For every doubt that was cast on my ability to win a World Championship again after I returned last year.

You’d think that if the elite movement were ever truly successful, this upcoming Extreme Elimination Chamber would be rechristened the Elite Elimination Chamber, and yet still the birth name for the grueling structure six men will participate in just a few short days from now remains. You’d think that if Elite were truly successful, that if I was responsible for creating division in 2015, EAW would have undergone a complete overhaul. That’s a far cry from the truth. Despite being rebranded as “elite,” EAW still features extreme matches at virtually every FPV. Despite guys like Nasir Capitani and the fallen Phoenix Winterborn whining about how extreme is no longer in the realm of what’s allowable and insisting I won’t win matches anymore unless I abandon my violent convictions, lo and behold I’m your current EAW Champion. I can tell you right now it isn’t because I reached a compromise. It’s because when I witnessed the shifting of EAW’s paradigm, rather than gravitate toward it, I bent it back my way. I played by my rules. I lived in a dark place. I subverted elite by approaching every match as if I were still competing in a lawless land, because despite everyone else following the rules and happily obliging orders from above to play the good soldier, in my world? It still was a lawless land.

And it still is a lawless land.

In a mere matter of days, I defend my EAW Championship inside the Extreme Elimination Chamber. You see guys like Nathan Fiora talk about how it doesn’t require any skill to attack another man from behind with a lead pipe — maybe he’s right — but you’re defined by what happens after you take that fall. After you plummet to the canvas and you’re on the brink of unconsciousness from being brutally beaten by a weapon that most human bodies can’t withstand, whether you can get a shoulder up at two is what separates the champs from the chumps. No way to skirt around it — it is a crucible. What made EAW great were the survivors that inhabited the lawless land. What makes EAW average today is all of the people that are content simply to skim by, knowing that if they fail it’s neither fatal nor final. After all, they’ll get another chance, right? That’s what happened to Nasir Capitani. A new spin on the ageless “if at first you don’t succeed” angle. I brutalized Nasir Capitani on Voltage in his second qualifying match in the span of two weeks not because I wanted to win, but because I wanted to test him. I tested him, and he failed miserably. Rather than drop out of the Extreme Elimination Chamber, he chose to be the beneficiary of corruption. I could respect Nasir if this were just preparation meeting opportunity, but no, he already had an opportunity. I could even respect Nasir if he were an opportunist who initially didn’t qualify for the chamber but managed to take somebody else out by using physical force against them. After all, I did the same thing seven years ago when I completed a three-match night with my first ever World Championship. But instead of gripping the bull by the horns, Nasir was gift-wrapped a chance that he didn’t actually do anything to earn. He is the embodiment of everything wrong with the EAW of today. He still accuses me of being in bed with the former Voltage GM Carlos Rosso, as if I’m not the most prodigally talented performer to grace an EAW ring in the company’s nine years of existence. It amazes me how flies like Nasir passively stake grandiose claims and insist everybody agrees with them, like the delusion that Nasir is the hardest-working man in EAW, or that nobody would deny he belongs in the Extreme Elimination Chamber regardless of the fact that he was the only wrestler afforded the rare second chance that eludes so many in this business. Nasir claims he isn’t “overly pompous and arrogant,” but from where I’m standing, I see things a little differently. If I say that I’m the Quintessential Champion, you can bet your ass I’ve got the hardware to prove it. If I say that I’m The Machine, you can bet that I’ll go inside that squared circle and prove it against whoever my opponent is by redefining the term “unbreakable” with a picture of my face. When Nasir Capitani says he’s one of the hardest workers, or that nobody would deny he belongs in a match of this caliber, or that he says he’s the best because he proves it every time he steps into the ring… I just laugh. I roll my eyes, take my palm, and place it firmly against my face. That’s the kind of reaction those statements deserve. They are brazenly, outrageously false, and nobody else calls Nasir out on it because that’s just “the way it is.” That’s the problem with a contented EAW. Nasir has the gall to go on Voltage and broadcast to millions of people that he’s going to “give me a receipt” for beating his ass, but Nas himself can twist the facts and nobody will bother to correct him because they just don’t give a damn. Nobody except me, of course. You’re talking about giving me a receipt? How about I give you a receipt? “No one can outwork me.” At the peak of your momentum, fresh off the heels of a monumental victory over the former CWF World Champion Carlos Rosso, you made Nathan Fiora — with all of his self-confidence stripped from him after being handed a crushing Hardcore Championship defeat by Drastik — look like a million bucks. What’s your explanation for that? Oh, right, it was just an “off night,” is that it? That’s an excuse piss-poor rent-a-wrestlers can make because you’ve never been World Champion. You don’t understand the burden I bear, the responsibilities I shoulder. I have an “off night,” and guess what? My EAW Championship is GONE. If I have an off night, that means Voltage has a new champion. I’m not ALLOWED to have an “off night,” but to you? It’s just a dent in the car that you can get fixed and rebound from within a week’s time. Of course, when you crumble under pressure like a wet paper bag as Nasir constantly does, that “dent” eventually ends up looking like a five-car wreck. After Road to Redemption, you bet your ass you’ll be paying a visit to the mechanic.

Call me “boy” or “bro” or whatever condescending, half-cocked insult you want to sling, Nasir. After Road to Redemption, everyone will still be calling me something else: EAW Champion.

I don’t suffer fools gladly. I tire of comedians quickly. Even in his fractured mental state, hearing Eclipse Diemos is like a breath of fresh air after I was just forced to listen to Nasir Capitani regurgitate every line that’s been used against me throughout this entire year — throughout my entire career, really. But Eclipse? Eclipse brings something… different… to the table. He’s the shepherd of several able-bodied comrades in his Sanatorium, but despite his current status as a model leader for his oddball team, he hearkens back to his fruitless Iconomy past and laments his failed endeavors. He self-deprecates. He blames himself. Even when he singles himself out as one of the group’s success stories, he recognizes he was part of a failure. He takes it a step further and says he’s “failed at everything.” Eclipse will be reacquainted with failure at Road to Redemption, but there’s no doubt in my mind that he’s uncommon. After all, in an EAW where everyone thinking they’re great means no one actually is, how rare is it to hear a man that donned the King of Extreme crown and broke former World Champion Zack Crash say that he’s “failed at everything?” How rare is it for a man to openly acknowledge his disappointment, to face his failures rather than distance himself from them? Everybody else in this chamber, they seem to have amnesia. They haven’t established a medium between their failures and highlights. Eclipse remembers. Eclipse remembers the darker days. He remembers that JJ Silva once barked orders at him as he mindlessly followed like a moth drawn to a flame. Eclipse Diemos doesn’t take pride in his origins. Pride comes before the fall. 

But Eclipse Diemos — who is neither an elitist nor an extremist, in truth a man branded by both himself and his audience as an outcast because he lacks the conviction to stand for anything — he doesn’t understand something. Not only do I expect to be bloodied and brutalized inside the Extreme Elimination Chamber; I welcome it. Not only do I expect to be trounced on by every wrestler in that match in an attempt to do the unthinkable and hit that elusive “Shut Down” button; I embrace the challenge. I am trapped in the Extreme Elimination Chamber. I admit it. There are five other men all vying for the ultimate prize in our industry. This is a career-shortening match. Nobody escapes with just a few scratches. There’s going to be blood and guts everywhere, but what none of you seem to understand is that I expect it. You all see red; and so do I. I smell the blood in the water. But you can trust that when the final bell rings, your blood will stain the canvas deeper than mine. So, yes, I am trapped in the chamber. I’m not going to shy away from it. I don’t fear it. I live for the challenge of overcoming it, of overcoming all of you. I’m trapped. But I don’t feel uneasy, scared, or nervous. I feel alive. Inside the Extreme Elimination Chamber, I feel... Home.

Oh, what’s this? Someone who came into this company with the red carpet rolled out for him as he gleefully strutted his stuff before the world and calls others jesters, clearly with negative connotation in mind, isn’t happy to be likened to the pompous and the perceived snotty nobility? But isn’t it you who told stories about how much you were warned about coming here after the glorious CWF career you always are fond of reminding us of? I simply connect the dots, you had all your friends and former peers gassing you up, you played coy so they could be concerned for and eventually oh so impressed that Lioncross joined EAW nonetheless like the brave overcomer of threats you wish to make yourself out to be. Secrets aren’t that hard to keep, you could have joined EAW without running to each of your little friends. Just like you could have entered this company by modest means like so many foreign legends before you, but you clearly conspired with the higherups and the EAW press to give you an entrance a man such as yourself deserved! I don’t fault you for it, but don’t tell me you don’t love the attention and don’t tell me you don’t like to make yourself out to be like royalty, don’t tell me not to see beneath it all to spot your inner bald Lannister.

Yet I got to give you credit for the sweet comb over, the little fool fooling show you put on the outside.

Somehow, you’ve got everyone believing in the common man Lioncross, the everyday man who rebuffs all the overly showy and artsy stuff men like I do! How little you have to say and how grounded you keep yourself is like you’re making a point, it’s like you’re the new age man who speaks softly, but carries a big stick! Oh, how scary! I wonder what a lil tiny fully functionating pistol like me will be able to do against something like that! All I know is that just like any other time that Tiberius shows up, our encounter will be going off with a bang!

When it comes to the both of us being in a fight against a system ran by Damien to protect Ares Vendetta, you honestly have my sympathy Lioncross. Yet a man has never righted the wrongs cast upon him by acting on his sympathies for others who stand in his way to correcting a system gone crooked against him and his people. You’ve had to do a lot of things you shouldn’t have had to do, but haven’t we all? With that inner hidden ego of yours, you tend to tell tales of how you aren’t at fault and just how desperate you are to survive, as if the world revolves around you to the point that we should all be shocked and chagrined over the troubles that come your way and be kind to the brittle Lioncross who without the CITV wouldn’t be able to go on! Ridiculous. Save the pearl clutching old lady act for someone who would care, I’m a purse snatcher motherfucker! And best believe if you’re going to act like a little bitch I’ll be glad to make like a thief in the night leaving a cold body behind while I take that briefcase for good, and leave you to be EAW’s Martha Wayne!

See it doesn’t matter to me if you man up and hold CITV like a man with a briefcase, or have your knees shake while you beg and plead like a woman that can’t be separated from her purse, I’ve got a lot of enemies waiting for me. A lot of foes who have bad things coming, it’s time for me to clap back! Or hey, let me stop being misogynistic, if you won’t man up so I can slap your comb over into being spread out enough for you to be exposed, I’ll just make like a sista and snatch your weave instead. You aren’t worthy of CITV, no false stylings can keep that truth from being uncovered for long.

My Road To Redemption V: Daybreak 

It amazes me how blind and how oblivious some people can be. Then again that is what has always characterized you so I don't know why I am still surprised. You still don't get it, do you?  You already fired every bullet in every weapon in your arsenal, Jacob. You hit me once, you hit me twice... Before the war even started. You ran out of ammo and I am still standing, how are you going to take me down now when the war of our lives is drawing near, "punisher" ? You failed. You failed miserably. I'm considered a failure by many people, an emphatic failure. But you're more of a failure than I ever was or I ever will be. Your reign could have remained in all it's splendor if you would have finished the job. You couldn't take me down when you had the chance. When I was vulnerable. When you took your first shot. At House of Glass, you took your second and last shot, in my weakest stage, you could have ended my career. But you didn't, you couldn't seize the moment and pulverize the biggest boulder obstructing your road to greatness.  You made a mistake. You allowed me to stand up and soothe my battle scars and my wounds. You allowed me to recuperate. Admittedly, you were the biggest boulder obstructing my road to greatness as well at one point. But by letting me leave the squared circle with my life and career unscathed you made my will to get better and exact my revenge upon you more powerful than the wrath of a god. And now you've become nothing but gravel in my path, remnants of what you used to be. The reaper has knocked on my front door countless times before, Jacob. I have had to cope with it many times before and I have managed to surmount it every single time. Death manifests itself in different ways. Sometimes it has a one face, and sometimes it has another. Regardless which identity death usurps to stalk me it never wins against me. Have you been face to face with death before, Jacob? Maybe, maybe not but if you haven't I promise to introduce you to it inside the Extreme Elimination Chamber. Oh I could discern the message you were trying to transmit, Senn. I understood the message you were trying to get across. My response was my way to retaliate and expose the blemishes behind your message. There was a time when I was accepted and acclaimed. I used to receive a lot of praise. I was venerated as a god. That much is true, Jacob. But those days are over. I representED something good and wholesome to their world. I representED a hero to them that was put here to save their souls from evil's damnation. They turned their backs on me just like you did. Otherwise I would still be a hero to them. Why do you think I decided to reveal what was hidden in plain view after all this time? I didn't have their admiration and support anymore, they broke from the compulsion. I could not control them anymore. And I lost everything that meant something to me. What was the point in keeping my mask on? Why would I have continued to be someone I am not if a crucial part of my plan was spoiled? I could have continued to beguile them until the day I decided to retire but things obviously didn't happen how I anticipated.  All the disguises I used. The righteous soldier, the wicked huntsman, the man who cheated death, the mythical creature from ancient Greece, they were all designed to deflect all that I couldn't show you. But there is no reason hide anymore., is there? This is me. This is who I really am. They don't worship the ground I walk on but they will, Senn.  They will worship the passage the flames that dwell in my eyes have ignited for me to follow. They know who I am because I wanted them to know, Senn, not because of what you did to me at House of Glass. You call me a parasite. A leech that has attached itself to the Dynasty brand and continually sucks the life and the blood that runs through it's veins so that I can be given nourishment and everything I ever wanted. That's what you have deluded yourself into believing, right? You want to know who the parasite was? Zack Crash. He epitomized that description you just made. What did you do when he was sucking the life and the blood that runs through the veins of this company? You did absolutely nothing until I did something and you saw how great and how beneficial it was for me. What Crash was doing back then wasn't one of your concerns. You didn't care for Dynasty. Truthfully, I never did either. Everything I did for Dynasty and EAW as a whole I did for a purpose, for myself. A purpose I believe I have made known a few times already. But I still did something when nobody wanted to, when nobody was audacious enough to. Now you pretend you care, now you pretend this brand actually is worth something to you because you have the World Heavyweight Championship in your hands. You're a fraud, Jacob. You only care for yourself, for your seat of power. You're just as self-centered and selfish as you claim I am. You call me a fraud and although I don't see myself as such thing even if I was, the fact is you're a bigger fraud than me, Senn. Did you actually listen to my previous statements, Senn? I suggest you watch those videos again because it seems to me you have missed a lot of details. I mentioned the Elimination Chamber and how we complete each other. That particular part of the video you need to watch or watch again only this time you should watch it more cautiously. The Elimination Chamber and I share more affinities than you can possibly imagine. The chamber structure? It is vindictive, merciless, destructive. I've always said it's like it has a mind of it's own. The elimination chamber is just like me. Inside of it there will be hell and I am no stranger to that hell or to any kind of hell. Have you forgotten, Senn? I have been walked through hell twice before. Methuselah is considered proficient specialist of the chamber matches but Jacob, I am one of the handful of men who have been in hell with him. I know his strategy, I am aware of his game plan.  He knew my strategy, he was aware of my game plan. But that was two years ago, Senn. Methuselah can not stop me now, you can't stop me now, nobody involved in this match is capable of stopping me. Misery will meet with me, anguish will deal with me and agony will confront me. And once I overcome them and every adverse force threatening to take what is mine from me it will be YOUR turn to meet misery, deal with anguish, and confront agony. An absolutely unbearable punishment is waiting for you, Senn. The memories I created throughout the year and the ones prior to this one are fading. They are falling into oblivion are these words are being spoken. It's time to remind the world of them. By creating new ones. You've always been just a dove cloaked as a vulture, Jacob. You can be Dynasty's Champion if you want to that badly. "Dynasty's Champion"  is a hollow title for me. One way or another history WILL remember me, Senn, but it won't remember you once this is all over.

The man claims to be wise. But the man has proven otherwise with the words he spoke...  I don't think you understand what is at stake here. I don't think you get the seriousness of the matter.  When I said a lot has been jeopardized I wasn't trying to amuse you, HBB. I was warning you and all the other aspiring World Heavyweight Champions. When the stakes are high that is when I am the most perilous. You can make all the childish jokes you want. You can poke fun at my journey and my story. I downright explained why every metamorphosis I experienced took place. Maybe your god made you deaf after all. Or maybe he just forgot to provide you with a functioning brain. OR maybe you're just facing the repercussions of all the substantial damage you have sustained in matches over the course of your career. You couldn't possibly fathom how much anger, how much frustration I have been accumulating since I made my return. Are you familiar with any of those sentiments? Anger? possibly. Frustration? Possibly but I assure you, HBB, you have never felt as much anger and frustration as I feel.  I may not be the greatest of all time. Perhaps the right to call myself a legend is something I haven't earned yet. I'm certainly not as respected as you are. But you can't deny, HBB, you can't deny that I have tirelessly and courageously vied to become one of the greatest, to earn the right to call myself a legend and to be a figure of significance and respect in this company. I have been fighting and battling for all of this for what seems like a lifetime. It angers me that I am not who I should be or where I should be despite the fact I have been around virtually from the inception of EAW, it angers me to see novice elitists getting more praise than me, it frustrates me that my loyalty to the land of elite means absolutely nothing, it frustrates that all the effort and work I have put into making a name for myself and all the sacrifices I have made have been in vain. I'm not the only one who has had to make sacrifices, I am not exclusive to hard work either, I am cognizant of all that, but NOBODY has had to sacrifice more than me, HBB. Nobody has had to work harder to be noticed than me. Seven damn years. You know what angers and frustrates me even more, HBB? You coming to Xavier Williams' and Jamie O'Hara's defense. I left when it mattered the most. I left when it mattered the most? For starters I never actually left. Even if I did it all to benefit my career, to ensure a more prosperous life for me I was still here during the company's darkest times. When there were devils and demons roaming the domain of EAW seeking to wreak havoc. To me that was when it matted most, HBB. I may have done it for me but when nobody had the balls to stand up for Dynasty, not even you, I DID. I never hurt this company willfully. It was never my intention to burn down any empires until filth such as yourself started fabricating false perceptions of my persona. Until so called legends like you overlooked. Until the entire EAW universe rejected and marginalized. Not just fellow elitists, the management and even the fans too. Maybe, HBB... Maybe surpassing legendary names of this industry seems like a distant goal for me but  trust me when I say this. It is not distant, it IS within my reach. Reaching legendary status is something that is very attainable for me right now, I am this close to reaching said goal. Maybe I need all the redemption in the world to save my career from bereavement. But what if I told you I found  another way to stop my career from dying? I don't want to redeem myself. Why would I want to redeem myself? Even if it would salvage my career I don't want redemption, HBB. The new way to save my career is by eliminating the threats to it. Simple as that. The ones who want to kill it? they will find death instead of me. Jesus came back to help the poor and the needy, you say?  Well, where is him? Because I certainly don't see him. Wait, I think he actually came back. But do you recall what happened afterwards? Because I do. As the story goes Jesus Christ came back from the dead and then he bid farewell to the Earth and came into the presence of  God. He left us all here to feel pain, to feel anguish. To face agonizing fates. His "sacrifice" did not help the poor or the needy. Poverty is still present in the world and people NEED now more than ever. I don't care what the doctrine of your God says about why world hunger exists. It shouldn't exist period. You can send as many prayers as you want to the father, to the son, to the holy spirit, to every inhabitant in heaven but they will not be answered. No deity, no supreme being will help you survive what you are about to go through, HBB. I'm not in need of a savior, you are, that is why you pray when your day begins and when the night falls and your day ends. All you hear is your own voice, am I right? That's because your god is a lie or because he has simply abandoned you like he abandoned the whole world. This is survival of the fittest, HBB. You're not fit to survive if you rely on someone or something else to do so. You beat me before, congratulations, HBB. The question is, can you beat me now? Calling me a puppet, speaking the same monotonous words my opponents speak time and time again because they got nothing more intelligent or viable to say against me won't get you anywhere. It has not gotten any of my past adversaries anywhere. What humors me the most about those words my enemies speak all the time is how wrong they are about them. They don't even know what they are seeing. They just say things as they see them not as they truly are. I didn't join The Council for the same reason Xavier Williams and Tarah Nova did, HBB. I did it to facilitate my rise through the ranks. Associating myself with an established name back then was the smartest decision I could make to become known again. It worked perfectly well I'd say. I also beat you once. You tried to justify your loss and make it seem like it was an unequivocal fluke but these people are no fools, you can not deceive them so easily, HBB. They saw what happened that night and they have not forgotten. I bow down to no one. I made that perfectly clear already. Even if you miraculously take my title you still won't be idiolaize because well, let's face it, the title doesn't even belong to you. It belongs to me, I am the champion. With or without the title I am the only monarch in Dynasty Wrestling. May your god have mercy upon you, HBB,  because I WON'T.

I was wondering when you'd show up... These days all i see is people who are obsessed with transfiguring into gods or devils. People who strongly desire becoming royalty and rulers of a realm. Everything you want to be I already am. God, the devil, a king, the undisputed ruler of the Dynasty kingdom. You see, this is not a character. I'm not acting like Ryan is. The world of Mr. DEDEDE was confronting it's doomsday. This isn't the first time Mr. DEDEDE has confronted a situation as adverse as this one. Whenever the end approaches, Mr. DEDEDE retreats into the fictitious and illusive world of Methuselah. He masquerades as a monster to try and hide his freckles, his vulnerabilities and weaknesses. Because you do have all of that you're a human being. You're not perfection personified as your fortune teller has made you believe. She doesn't know what it is that I seek, you don't know what it is I seek. You both can pretend you do but before you figure out what my next move is I will already have anticipated your next ten moves. You had high hopes for me, RYAN? I don't believe that. You've always been one of my biggest doubters, a derogator of everything I have done during my tenure as an elitist. You always refused to give me a shot at greatness when you could have. Instead you gave it to less deserving elitists, to less talented elitists. You made them stars while the star I thought I was, was experiencing a supernova. I always saw you as a luminary icon of the wrestling world, you were an inspiration for me. You think I wanted to let you down intentionally? No, I didn't, I couldn't let you down. I wouldn't have cared if I let down other people but I couldn't let you down. I tried so hard to be who you wanted me to be, I tried so hard to make you feel proud of me. I was so focused on not letting you down I didn't notice you letting me down. You are one of the many reasons I decided to fulfill my revenge against this place.  The DDD's, the HBB's, the Jacob Senn's of history and many others you are ALL responsible for what is coming. I'll always be a failure to you and that is something I wholeheartedly believe will never change. ME but not the likes of Jamie O'Hara, not the likes of Xavier Williams, not the likes of Cyclone.  You were right, Ryan. So very right. The frog never turned into a prince, old friend. The frog turned into a king. And in the king's kingdom there is no place for a peasant like you.

On the first page of every story the future tends to seem bright. But that wasn't my case, my future didn't seem so bright when I walked through the gates of EAW and made my presence felt for the very first time. I wasn't destined for this, it wasn't my fate to become who I am about to become. But I changed it. Because... the future, it is never set in stone. It can be altered with anticipation. And maybe I am not destined to arise triumphant from my upcoming encounter. But you can rest assured I will change destiny again and alter it to my advantage. Jamie, I never demanded anything because I didn't have the right to. You didn't have the right to either but you still did. You demanded and you received. That's great for you. I feel like I have every right to make demands now but I won't. That would be taking the easy way out and I am not a coward, I am a fighting spirit and I just love inserting myself into challenging environments and situations. Now I am blazing a trail straight to the top of the mountain and burning you and every man taking part in this war. However, the reasoning for my effortless rise won't be because I demanded an ascension. It will be because I now have what it takes to utterly destroy each and every single one of you in the same fashion I utterly destroyed Scott Oasis at Pain For Pride. I'm now the god you worship, the devil you pray to the god you worship to keep you safe from. There was no god or devil until the day I was born. My past is understandably not important to any of you. But it is far from inconsequential. You see, to beat the enemy you have to know the enemy. To know the enemy you got to know their past. I gave you all a hand when you were attempting to figure out a way to make my demise factual. But you were too stupid to reach for it, you were too blind to even see it.  No matter how many times you tell yourselves you know me, you know you don't deep down inside. You know the man of honor, you know the huntsman, you know the lycanthrope but do you know truly know the man behind the masks? Darkness is flaring. It is speaking. And the moment for it to speak louder than ever is upon us. Not the type of darkness you've seen in actors playing character on Showdown, Voltage and even Dynasty before.  I'm not acting, this is not a game for me. This is the truth being manifested. And the daybreak of a brand new era.

 
You’ve gotten to the point where you’re amused by your own fucking thoughts this week. They’re thoughts you’re cooking up inside of your head all on your own. It’s strange, really, how you try to draw something so big out of something so little. It’s almost as if you got to a point where you knew there was no return. It’s inevitable that your back is pinned against the wall and you’re struggling to figure out how to fight out of it. But this is what happens when your mind is so simple and your thoughts so constrained to just a few things. Take for example how you’re unwilling to believe anything but the wild accusation that everything that’s happened to this Vixen’s in 2016 is because of you. I want to take a moment and explain our exchanges at the Empress tournament for you. I urged you to cash in because people were already forgetting you. You had a chance to capitalize on a great deal of hype and I believe probably get people to subscribe to your ideals back shortly after you won the Vixen’s Cup. But you were still so new that your candle had yet to do really much more than flicker. Even beating Cam to take that was only enough to generate the hype. You squashed it on your own by waiting. I was offering you advice. Clearly you took it on the next opportunity you had, so point fingers at me all you want, but I was right. You did what I said and it worked. And there in the distance was the last fucking glimmer of hype that you had left. But so little that you damn near have to build from the ground up all over again. Because maybe you think German Efficiency works well for you. But these other broads, let me tell you hunny. They don’t believe in it for a damn second. It’s because half this place forgot that you were just waiting to cash that in for the “right moment.” The only reason most people remembered you had it was because of your opponents wouldn’t stop prodding you about it harder than I did with the cattle prod.
 
It’s funny, though, how you mention my favoritism of history being embarrassing. Because during my time as Specialist’s Champion, while I was winning big matches, you took every opportunity you could to mock both me and that title. Your Vixen’s Cup was an opportunity for you to cash in on either title, but you made at least half of that equation seem laughable from the get-go. I don’t blame you. Your title will always be seen as the top prize of this division. But I still held a belt for more than five months, and I beat people who were at that time considered to be among the best. Including you. And I get the whole argument that along the way you have adjusted and changed and improved and that shit is all in the past. But we all change along the way. You went from that moment, losing arguably your first notable match, to building a dynasty for yourself. You did it your way. Something to embrace, for you that is. The thing is, no one else really gives a shit when you do things for yourself or achieve great things, for yourself. Just like how all I have to do is say the words Specialist Champion and you roll your eyes, throw your hands up in the air in frustration and immediately turn the camera on to come at me for everything I’ve ever done. But the fact is, there was a time when I was promising to build the prestige of a belt that started with nothing. I told everyone I was going to make it something Vixen’s really wanted to fight over. All Vixens. And I fucking did it, with you putting in your two cents about it along the way, joining in with the rest of the bitches that wanted to call it a piece of trash. So take a big spoonful of your own goddamn medicine and shove it down your throat until you start gagging and choking on the spoon. This is how it works here. You can’t have it both ways if no one else can. I’ve only called you on your straight up bullshit this year. You categorize a few wins and make it seem like you’ve won matches over the entire universe. You won the Vixens Cup, cool. Retiring Rey Shamez? Does anyone care? I doubt Kendra even gives a shit. Retiring Madison Kaline? Weird, she’s fighting for a title this week. Beating Kendra at Pain for Pride? That was in June. It was four months later before you did something of real note. That’s not exactly riding off in the sunset and coming back for a big moment. But that’s it. You don’t run shit. You don’t have any influence over anything. What great things have you done as a champion so far? I can’t wait to hear the list of bullshit you pull out of your ass for that one. Is it the moment when you apparently pledged your loyalty to taking on the evil OG Vixens? Is that it? Because that’s as worthless as the things you chide me for. Yet we keep doing this dance. God, you’re just awful at this. You only have a few real things to say. With every person you face you accuse them of working backstage politics. There was a time when you openly campaigned for me to get a rematch for my title at Grand Rampage… I sure seem to be good at working backstage politics, huh? You’re so fucking insecure about everything around you that you always have to imagine you’re being cheated. Everyone is in their spot because they’re on someone’s dick backstage or diving their faces between someone’s thighs. Well guess what fuck wad, I’m the one person that can assure you that’s not happening with me. So keep searching for reasons to rationalize your puny fucking ideals. I wasn’t hand selected for this operation. I worked my fucking ass off to get this opportunity. I’m doing it the way I want to do it because that’s the way I want to. You’re a complete fucking asshole for trying to make everyone only do it your way. You’re no hero. You’re just a big fucking fraud who’s hoping no one pulls back the big veil and exposes her as just pulling a few switches and trying to work the system. You’re no goddamn beast, you’re a fucking tamed horse just galloping happily in her pen. You used to tell me I lived in a world of rainbows and butterflies. You’re basically creating this same fantasy now with a few twists and catchphrases. And don’t get me wrong you fucking idiot, I’ve never said I’m perfect. It’s not like I’m undefeated or making myself out to be unbeatable. I’ve lost. I’ve had to learn a lot of hard lessons in this business. But I did learn. I actually soaked up those moments and learned how to be better. I trained how to be better. And that’s why I’m fighting in this match with you at Road to Redemption. I don’t need to have a fancy phrase and I don’t need to make ridiculous claims to beat you.
 
Why oh why do we all focus on the same things when we face you. Well it’s quite simple. It’s all you fucking talk about. Don’t act like we’re starting a revolution by responding to the dumb shit you say. You take history backwards when you come back at us with the same generic shit. Oh, excuse me, you changed a couple words here and there. I hope that didn’t leave too big a scratch on your ultra thin skin. You just want so badly to believe that everything that happens to you is about envy and jealousy. You just want to trust your instinct that everyone wants to kick your ass because they can’t live your superior lifestyle and they just can’t hang. It was time to turn the attention towards our match. And to be quite honest, I’m glad we didn’t have to spend a month where you tried to label me the first disciple of your bullshit and we just pretended to play nice and respectful while you tried to take the glove off and give me a few soft slaps here and there as you boasted once again about everything German and how Cailin is the one person who gets me. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with emotions. We all have emotions. Even you, stoic. Everything you do is essentially you standing up for what you and you alone believe in. There’s emotion involved there. So when you come at me and say everything I do has to be emotional, I find that to be really strange. I mean, imagine a monotone world where I picked up a cattle prod and just electrocuted the fuck out of you with a blank expression on my face. Picked you up and kicked you. Imagine hearing your best friend or close family member had just died and responding with nothing but a robotic “oh.” It’s kind of bullshit that you come at me for having emotions. It just feels like such a stretch of the imagination for you to take that approach and pretend as if you’re actually saying something pertinent.
 
I think somewhere in your shallow mind you believe that you created the perfect formula along the way. Say a few of the same things, tell everyone that I’m assuredly better trained than anyone on the planet and then there is no way they can beat me. I have a great deal of optimism that you might actually change the way you do things after you feel this ultimate low. It’s also weird, I already told you I don’t like you this week. I think you’re a worthless piece of shit. Like, I’ve said that this week and now you’re trying to act like I’m hiding that. I’m sorry, I don’t have to repeat the same shit every time. I thought you figured it out by now. I think you’re just straight trash. It would be one thing for you to say you were apart of something along the way. You bash me for saying that. You take full credit like a complete dipshit that’s just so full of themselves. You want me to say I hate you because you want to go on a tirade, jump up and down and point like a trained little monkey and say you knew it. You want to claim that’s the reason I can’t and I won’t win this match. You want to go for the emotions argument all over again. But that argument falls flat when it doesn’t really play into this match. I’m not so fucking over emotional that I’m going to lose control and forget what we’re fighting for her. I’m not Stephanie Matsuda running around and hitting people with a chair because I’m angry. No, this was more calculated than that. I will absolutely beat you at Road to Redemption and I will do so with emotion on my side. If you want to pretend to be a machine instead, that’s fine, but I imagine you’ll be showing your great deal of emotion too. This match is you defending everything you say you’re changing. You might not see it that way, but the rest of the world is waiting to see if Sheridan is the real deal, or a one-hit wonder that came in from the side door in the middle of the scene. I see everything you say you will do crashing down around you at Road to Redemption. You call what I’m doing a masquerade? Wow, I’m just standing here telling you the truth and the way it’s going to happen. I’m offering you the fair warning so you can prepare yourself for the end. It’s going to hurt. You’re going to feel more emotion than you have in some time. Keep it together though, put your big girl pants on and don’t lose control after you lose everything. Actually, what are you really losing? Just the title right? Everything else you think you have is just in your imagination. It doesn’t matter to me. There’s enough to take, and I will take it. But I’m not going to do it because I hate you. I’m doing it because this is what is destined to happen. Your destiny is to fail. And mine? My destiny is to rule over Empire alongside my sisters. You don’t have to agree with the way I do things. But after Road to Redemption, you will be forced to accept a world where I stepped on the throat of German Efficiency and exposed it as not good enough for this company. Your two-month, one-person, unfollowed revolution is over. I took the first shot and I will take the last. This is the end of your era.

*The scene slowly opens to Ellie Fedor, sitting next to and watching over her son Marco as he sleeps in his bed. Ellie begins to hum a tune that she hums when she rocks Marco to sleep when he was a small child. As she comes through Marco's hair her eyes begins to fill up with tears because memories of Marco as a child has came to mind as she watches over her only child.*



 

*Marco then gets up from his chair and walks over to the area where the mirror and the picture of him and Keelan is and then he goes to pick up the picture and then suddenly tears the picture in half where there is a clean divide between him and Keelan..Then suddenly Marco looks up into his own reflection in the mirror and a slight grin appears as the scene slowly fades away the last thing he says.*

Road to Redemption. What a fitting event for this to take place. The only time more fitting than now actually would be Pain For Pride itself. Thinking about the event itself...Road to Redemption. The Tenth edition no less. It is meant to be a celebration of all the must see moments that have taken place at this event over the last decade. But also starting on that night to create new moments that will be cherished and talked about for the next decade. Some of the same Icons of the last decade are still here in fact, but there are many who have perished. Time passed them by and they faded away with the wind. But of course as the times move forward, men rise up and become the new leaders and icons to take the places of the former ones. That is where I come in. Technically speaking that is where most of this match comes in, only the thing is...I’m not just one of the top stars of tomorrow. I am THE star that shines brighter than all those surrounding it. I am the leader, who rally’s the troops and goes out to war! Against who? Or even what you may ask? Anything and everything that stands in the way of a brighter tomorrow for the land of the elites. I am the representative of this company’s talents of tomorrow. So it is up to me to fight on the behalf of every single one of them, whether they like me or not. Or whether they need me to or don’t. It does not matter to me, because at the end of the day no one will fight the good fight quite like I do! I am the main protagonist, essentially...I am the hero of this story. This long LONG road that I have been on. It all started when I left EAW. For an entire year...I was out. Originally I only intended to be gone short term. I was going to recharge my batteries then come back better than ever before. But those weeks turned into months before I even knew it. An entire year went by. People who were around had disappeared. New faces emerged. The company shifted from Extreme to Elite. All of that in the span of the time I was gone. But I come back the week after Grand Rampage and I hit the ground running. I waste no time making my intentions known to the world. I have returned to take my place alongside my contemporaries from when I was around at the top of the card, most especially the man who was just about to win the EAW Championship at said time, my brother Aren Mstislav. Now I could not have predicted the future that I would inevitably challenge that very man for that very title at one of the single biggest events of the year representing voltage as its main event match. But I’m getting ahead of myself. So I basically got a mega streak on Voltage and nearly won Cash in the Vault, which I credit as the single event even in defeat that has transformed me into an even bigger star and icon than the winner itself in the form of Lioncross. Now I have never dwelled on that loss, and I won’t. Because regardless of the briefcase, I am going to become the EAW Champion, and no one is going to stop me. The last person who attempted to stop my rise as the name and face of Sunday Nights...well he was the man who was in charge of the place, and he’s no longer with us. I eliminated him...or as Crash would now say I “ERASED!” Him from Elite Answers Wrestling forever. Carlos took away two months of my career, and in that two months Y2Impact became the EAW Champion, something that had I been around, I could easily have prevented. Meanwhile I was just a hair away from being fired until HRDO intervened and saved my skin. Now here I am having travelled down the long road seeking redemption for everything that I had been through. And the only way I’m going to get it is inside of that chamber against Five other guys, with the richest prize in all the industry and the right to proclaim yourself proudly as Elite Answers Wrestling Champion, the champion who represents the Land of the Elites itself hanging in the balance. And you can rest assured that I am going to go off and that I am going to show out during that contest. Now I’ve got five men to attend to in that match and naturally they are five of the very best around, so will it be easy? No. But I don’t want it to be. I am the Best Wrestler Alive for a reason. BWA means I don’t take shortcuts on my road, I charge straight through and knock back anyone who gets in the way of my goals!


And the number one man who happens to be such, is the number one man to beat in all of Sunday Nights, the EAW Champion himself Y2Impact! I’ve said a lot of things about Impact over the last couple of months. Some of which have already been proven to be true. Others not quite. But at the end of the day everyone back there in MY locker room, and all of these people who come to these arenas and boo your punk ass loud and proud because the one man they want to see reign supreme on top of the ranks of Sunday Nights is the very same man talkin to you right now boi. Now Imp the truth has not officially come out as far as whether or not you were conspiring with Carlos to capture that world championship or not. The fact is it happened, sure I eliminated Carlos from EAW Forever, but I couldn’t get rid of him before he was able to do lasting damage to this place. Now I have overcome many obstacles in the past just to reach this point. The point where I can even share the ring with you. No one would deny I belong here in this position above all others. Yeah, I’m a confident man, but not overly pompous and arrogant. I say that I am the Best because I prove it every time I step inside of a wrestling ring. No one can outwork me, not even Impact. But the thing that Impact showed me that I needed to take into perspective is, this is not going to be just another clean matchup. There will be weapons. There will be cheap shots and low blows. Most importantly and obviously...there will be a giant chamber we’re trapped in. Now most people would view it is me being trapped in there with psychos like Eclipse and Crash, as well as dirty players like Nathan and yourself Impact, but the way I view it is a little bit different personally. I see it as you all being stuck inside of that chamber with the man who has everything to prove and now that he has been pushed to that breaking point by YOU Impy boy, IS going to do everything within his power to leave that match the victor and the EAW Champion, and prove to everyone in the world why Nas is exactly what he says he is week in and week out, and that of course is the Best Wrestler Alive! Now Impact the way you pushed me into that next gear is by doing something that you should not have done. Now I guess it still worked out for me, but you should not have done it, and that’s pick up a steel chair during our main event contest two weeks ago, and smash it right into me. You punked me out Impact. You made me look inferior to you. You made me look weak and incompetent. And on top of what Fiora did to me two weeks ago with that cheap win, I’m sure there are now many people who don’t believe I can feasibly get the job done inside of the Extreme Elimination Chamber. Right now I am truly the underdog in this match. I’m the man with everything to prove. I’m the man with my back against the wall. I’m the man who may have everything to gain from this match, but even more so has just as much to lose from this. Because if I fail now, where do I go from here? What do I do? What will be next for Nasir Capitani if indeed it does turn out that he loses come Road To Redemption? Well, I could just as easily ask, what happens to Y2Impact if Nasir were to tap into that extreme beast within and unleash fury and vengeance upon Impact’s ass?! Don’t get it twisted Imp, I do rep Elite times, but I debuted under the Extreme Era of EAW. I’ve fought under some harsh conditions myself bro. I’ve got just as much of a wild side in me as anyone else that stands foot in this company today or any day! But the fact is I represent Elite times because I am now the hero that all those young men in that Voltage locker room look up to for guidance! I’m their leader, and the face of tomorrow for this business! It’s my birthright Impact, I am God’s Son after all. But I made a promise to you Impact. You beat me into an unconscious state with a steel chair. I told you not only was I snatching your title right out from your grubby little paws, but I am going to repay you with interest. And as you are all to used to at this advanced stage in your fabled career Impact, payback is indeed a bitch!


Nathan Fiora is a jackass. Let’s just get that out of the way right now. Normally I don’t like to offend people and be so blunt and...oh what the hell am I talking about? I love pissing all over the hopes and dreams of those who deserve it and have it coming to them. And that’s exactly what you are Nate. Now lemme just take a direct quote from this “verbiage” that you spat out at Impact. "I go out to the club on Saturday night, sniff cocaine out of local slut’s ass and then wrestle the following night". Now...where do I even begin on this statement? Like. I don’t even know anymore with you kiddo. Don’t do drugs kids, this is the prime example here. You end up like Little Ol’ Nathan Fiora here. Now he thinks that he is some kind of badass edge lord when in reality, he’s just a dipshit who I can assume due to all the constant bragging he does about how immaculate his lifestyle is, is just a bum with a limp dick. Now Nate is a child, a young pup in this business. And at this point he has not experienced any true low points in his time. He came in and basically, immediately won the Hardcore Championship. He proceeds to have one of the most boring and lackluster title reigns I have ever seen in all my years of doing this through EVERY LAST COMPANY I have signed with, and that’s a hell of a lot considering I debuted back in 2010! You never win a match clean, which was fine during your hardcore title reign I suppose, because that comes with the territory, there are no rules in those contests so anything goes. Just like at Road To Redemption Nathan, everything is accepted and I don’t have to hold back any of my frustrations any longer. No restraints means simply this you little bastard! There will be literally nothing that you can do that will prevent me from whippin yo bitch ass all over that damn chamber! But yes, back to your unimpressive hardcore title reign that you refuse to accept was the shits even though everyone around you continues to tell you that it was such! And that you did not do anything valuable for the young men who were trying to get title opportunities at you for so long but did not because you’re such a little priss who wouldn’t even defend his belt monthly. You had one successful title defense. JUST ONE! And it was against Keelan. Now no disrespect to Keelan, he’s a talented young man with a bright future here in EAW, but just him does not define a proper list of contenders in my mind for any champion! I would HATE to see how you pick and choose your challengers as EAW Champ son. Now you need to listen up and listen up good. You are not going to reach any further placement in the hierarchy of Elite Answers Wrestling with the mindset and mentality that you possess now. Compared to Matt Miles, Eclipse Diemos, and Myself among others. You will be eaten alive up here at the top bro! You need to pull your head out from your own ass and realize this! And while you’re at it pull that Preacher Jamal guy’s head out of your ass too. One hundred and Five days you were the hardcore champion, One hundred and Five days that title was irrelevant and the masses of the folks here watching now forgot it even existed! That does not define a man who carried a division, that is the reign of a man who was never fit to hold a championship in the first place. I still find it to be an immense insult that you of all people managed to get your hands on singles gold in the land of the elites before I did. But don’t worry, that and many more wrongs will be rectified at Road to Redemption where I capture what should be mines now, at your expense you brat!


Now as for the others. Zack Crash, I beat you straight up in the middle of the ring just as I said I would. So I suppose you still can’t get one over on me after all these years. You couldn’t beat me in the past, You can’t beat me in the present, and You won’t beat me in the future! Now I’m still standing here just fine. I don’t seem to be damaged whatsoever, and I’m prepped up to become the NEXT AND NEW EAW Champion. Now I know you haven’t stood at the top of the mountain for quite some time Crash and that is such a damn shame, just look at all of the two people who are going to lose sleep over it. One is you, and the other is JJ Silva in whatever hole he’s crawled into and rotted for being a piece of shit human being. Omerta was a lost cause when Scott Oasis left you high and dry at Pain For Pride, but just like your damn career now, you tried to keep it alive when all you were doing was tarnishing its legacy even further. If anyone thinks that Zack Crash is going to be EAW Champion in 2016, please come over here so I can slap some damn sense into you. And as far as the slippery slope you went down that led to you crossing over into the shatter-verse and finding this new “damaged” persona that you now posses. Well it’s pretty funny I’ll give it that. I bet I could make a couple of cute memes out of it. But it certainly won’t lead to an EAW Championship win Crash, well perhaps it could...if only I weren’t around huh? Because no matter how hard you try Crash, You cannot defeat me, I’m just better than you. I am the Best Wrestler Alive! It’s not just a little nickname that I put on a t-shirt to push merchandise. I could care less about all that bullshit. I refer to myself as such because I firmly believe that throughout the entire world, not just Voltage, but ALL Brands including the one that you came from in Showdown, no man can do everything that I do, as well as I do it, as consistently as I do it! That Hall of Fame ring won’t mean anything compared to when I capture my first Brass Ring this week! No one is stopping me from achieving what has been a dream and goal of mine for going on nearly seven years now! I aspire to be viewed and remembered as the best for a reason, I command respect and I demand fear. I’ll send you back to the Crash Compound an even more broken shell of your former self, which was a hack to begin with! As for Matt Miles. Matt and I are pretty tight all things considered. We respect each other and will push one another to our limits to give the best damn match possible for all these people and at the end of the day, make sure that they are the ultimate winners in the end. Now I never claimed to be a completely like...nice guy. I’m rough around the edges and I hope everyone openly sees that. I don’t try to hide that fact. But one thing that I have been waiting for, is for Matt to explain himself as far as the Judas situation is concerned and most specifically...his actions towards me under that guise. He costed me a crucial momentum building win for Territorial Invasion and took advantage of me when my back was turned. That’s not what I expect from Matt Miles and not how I expect him to carry out his business if he’s going to be EAW Champ. Now I know Matt was concealing his identity and all that jazz, but I still took an L to him. Now believe me Matt, we might be cool, but I’m going to get mine back off of you! And finally the sixth man, Eclipse Diemos. The leader of the Sanatorium. And the biggest wildcard in all of this chaos. Now Eclipse you and I’s only interaction was a match on Battleground some time back where we barely touched one another. And considering that, this is truly our first formal time standing in each other’s paths. And I made it very clear to both you and Crash when you both ended up here in that trade deal for The Mighty Don’t Kneel. The EAW Championship is MINE! And if you want it, you’re going to have to go through me for it. Crash tried Eclipse, and he failed! You can suffer the exact same fate if you like. Then again I’m sure that you are not intimidated. All things considered I doubt I could ever hope to intimidate a man such as yourself. But that’s not my goal. I’m just here to tell you straight up, I’m going to beat you, because I am the best and I am a relentless man. You can keep beating me down all you like, I won’t stay down. I will get up, and I will continue to FIGHT! I have been through hell and high water just to reach this point here and now. If you think I’m going to let you ruin all of that, you got another thing coming. That goes for all of you. I said from the beginning, I claim Redemption for this long Road I have travelled on this week LIVE from the Lucas Oil Stadium in Indianapolis, Indiana, and I finally move on to fulfill the promises I made to the EAW Universe. Now that is What’s Poppin Tho!

Road To Redemption Promo # 2
"You Just Don't Get It"


It still comes back to the same problem for you, Ryan. You’re so anxious to execute, but you don't spend nearly enough time analyzing the finer details of the issues that comprise of your failures to succeed when you have had pretty good ample opportunities to do so for the most part in big situations. You failed, that's the bottom line. You're still acting like a little EAW toddler, or worse, a full fledgling baby. I say you've done nothing because literally you have done nothing compared to others before you. The things like Territorial Invasion - War Games, and the men you've fought that you somehow believe were better than me? Those are all little baby steps you have been taking, Ryan. None of it amounts to any immediate success unless you came in and we're nearly unbeatable. The makeup of our early careers is predicated on how much we succeed and don't succeed, and there are several examples to prove that fact as being nothing less than the truth. Are you that blind not to see that? You see, you may be proud of your little accomplishments so far, Ryan, but even if you were any less blind I think even a turtle could come in and accomplish more than you in a shorter amount of time, and no that's not meant to be a joke per say, but it does seem to indicate how slowly you seem to be catching on here in EAW. Am I blueprint for all rookies to follow? HELL NO! But at least when someone tries to tell me what I have and haven't accomplished I've never taken it to heart and have never felt the need to exalt myself by bringing up pointless matches I didn't win anyways just to ensure my own ego stayed intact. I know you were in War Games, and have given some of the top talents fits before they eventually upended you. See, you like to think I have no clue what I'm talking about, that you are somehow different from any of the ka-zillion that came before you. You may smirk in front of that camera, but it's clear to me you still don't completely get what it is you are trying to accomplish with your so-called patented philosophy you're trying to force feed to the EAW. You not only want the power that comes with winning a title belt, but you also want more of a platform to speak on. Is this seeming about right, Ryan? Can I have my cookie now? Ryan, I hate to say it, but you come a dime a dozen. You wish you were that ace behind that diamond in the rough, but here let me throw some more names at you. You asked who had given the opportunities you had, and didn't buckle? Well, for starters let's look at the other brands shall we? Take a nice look over on Dynasty right now. Take a good look at Tig Kelly. Tig was a man that was formerly an MMA fighter who has pretty much had as much success in eighteen months and all the pressure in the world to try to live up his status as a no-backdown-take-no-shit.Tig has been a National Elite Champion, he has been in World Title matches, and before the draft back in July he was widely considered one of the undeniable pillars along with Lucian Black and Jacob Senn - before the big fall out, to preserve the  status of the brand. Let's take a look now at Drake Jaeger, a man that came in here about fifteen months ago and immediately impressed with his don't-give-a-shit personality, and his penchant for winning big matches. This got him notoriety from many including Hexa-Gun leader, Y2Impact. Jaeger along Tiberius Jones formed one hell of a tag unit that comprised of one really long reign as champions. Jaeger left for a bit to heal some injuries suffered at Pain For Pride 9, but look now. He's back and look, EAW hasn't forgotten what he has done because almost immediately he has been thrust into a match with a chance to become a singles champion for the first time. How about Voltage? Sure, why not? I guess I must seeing how Ryan Marx is so damn cocky, and yet he still has no clue of the things he says and in some cases does. So Voltage. Let's look at Nathan Fiora, a former hard core champion, and someone who actually made it into a chamber match on his first try. Nathan has already tangled with veterans and legends and pretty much held his own for the most part. Can we really forget about Carson Ramsey? The guy is a standout Elitist with all the tools to be a world champion, and a man that hasn't actually hit many roadblocks in his time, but since we are not talking necessarily all about wins and losses, we’ll mention Carson too. I could pick out a few more Marx, but i don’t want to keep on poking the bear here. Point is, you are just the next of many that came before and of the many more still to come. Oh, and by the way, you’ll be facing another in the ring at Road To Redemption, and I intend to pay you back in full for all the attacks physically, and then trying to slander me. This match is the biggest of my career because of what I need to prove. You may see the wins and losses as only minor right now, but that is only because in that tomato can of a brain all you are thinking about is the fact that you have plenty of time to get to the top, but then again that is something Alex Anderson said more than once in his career, and Chris Corrupt, and Eddie Mack, Lucious Creed. Another fat-check, you little egotistical son-of-a-bitch! You, just like I said, you come a dime a dozen and sooner or later when you've either reached more success OOORRRR! plunged all the way to rock bottom when you officially sink, you'll realize either way that I was not telling you complete blasphemy. I don't care whether you believe you have momentum or not. Momentum is not going to play a factor Saturday night, only a battle of wills, who wants it more. It’s like I said before, Marx, we're going to have us a fine ole time this week. You just keep giving giving me a reason to speak and we can then do this all week. Once Road To Redemption comes around, I've got an early Christmas present for you, but you'll have to wait for that since I don't like to give away surprises.

Check it out, folks. Check out Ryan Marx, and the carefree world he has created for himself. A world where wins and losses come secondary to being a zeitgeist. It's funny how you can sit there and walk and talk the same as everyone else, win and lose like everyone, and in the case of losses, throw hissyfit tantrums, attack others and act like any other elitist and then try to paint yourself as the perfect alpha dog in the yard, the diamond, the pure rarity of greatness personified to which everyone else should strive to be. You are absolutely ridiculous Marx! You make up excuses for almost every time you have failed, but what's gonna happen when you fail at Road To Redemption? What excuse are going to hang out there for the universe to contemplate about? Will you simply call it just another minor setback, or will it be that EAW once again dismissed you just like all of those other dismissals you described? Your philosophies are ahead of their time, huh? They will make you the wave of the future, right? Well, then I have to wonder then how much your mumdrum propaganda will even come into play in our match, if at all? It's pretty clear at this point you think so very highly of yourself to the point that you feel there is no other option but to defend your beliefs, and no it's not for my own good. When you put it that way all you are implying to me is that you really don't know what you are up against, just another empty set of words just like a lot of the rest of the stuff that came out of the your mouth the other day to try and pump up your ego. Your pleasures that you seek, your pursuits? They've been further away than you can even imagine. See, you are five months into your EAW career, and your rookie colors show. From everything you do to the things you say, not everything you say, but for the most part. You talk of having the strength and the will to become more, but right now it's all talk, just propaganda. Stop telling everyone all that, and just do, show us. That's what I've done, what I've learned. No one is ever going to have one hundred percent faith in the things you say until your words start being put into action, and that mostly pertains to this broke, and flawed gimmick of yours. Let me tell you why it's flawed. It's not just because it fails you during the big moments - see this Saturday. It's not just because it can never stand up to the test of time. It's, believe it or not, because of the man who is wearing the gimmick, the one that is driving so-to-speak. You want everyone watching to believe you have everything figured out with this philosophy of yours, but you don't really do great job of selling your argument to the masses. Your gimmick is to be be a philosopher, but let's honest here. Only the true socially elite classes of intelligent people truly understand what it is that they are saying when they say something, and what they are doing when they are doing it. You make it too complicated and because of this you lose the attention of your audience. Personally, I could care less if your philosophy helps you flourish or sink. You see, Ryan, with me what you see is what you get. You analyze me almost all wrong. I’m a performer, Ryan. My primary mode of living is focused externally, where I take things in via my five senses in a literal, concrete fashion. My secondary mode is internal, where I deal with things according to how I feel about them, or how they fit with my personal value system. I live in the world of many different possibilities, people possibilities. I love people and new experiences. I live in the here-and-now, and relish excitement and drama in my life. In the world of wrestling it's no different in or out of the ring, Ryan. The ring is like a whole other world, it's a stage. A stage where I can constantly put on a show for others to entertain them and make them happy. I enjoy stimulating other people's senses, and am extremely good at it. I'm an optimistic individual who lives in the world of possibilities. I like to "go with the flow", trusting in my ability to improvise in any situation presented to me, and Road To Redemption you can expect all that and more. Count on it.

It's like a catch 22 for you, Ryan. You shouldn't exalt yourself so much, and place yourself on such a high pedestal when all you have done is what many others before you have, but at the same time you are stuck doing this because you are a rookie. A talented rookie like yourself still has everything to prove. You are only five months in with still plenty of time to buckle. It took Vance Tybull ten months before he folded. It took JJ Silva about eighteen. So trust me, the verdict is still out on you pal. You haven't earned much, so in turn you won't see much, not yet. You feel entitled as though the platform should already be yours. So, yes the verdict is not adjourned for you, Marx. The only reason I know this for a fact is because I know people have those same thoughts about me too. I may have to show up every week and show everyone something new to keep their interests peaked, but the important part of it all is simply showing up in the first place. You think that I'm not deserving enough of everything I've been getting lately, but you're wrong. It's because of the fact that I keep showing up every week, and showing out better than the week before whether it's a win or a loss, and leave onlookers anticipating more, that make me more than deserving. You don't see that because you refuse to, but just because you do doesn't mean they will too. When I run a couple of circles around you, and walk away the victor this Saturday, some things that I've said this week whether it was about you, about me, your philosophy, EAW, or life? Some of it will inevitably start to sink in a bit and make more sense. I'm not a veteran, but I ain't no damn naive tomato can rookie like you either. I don't get all the attention, but I don't fly completely under the radar either, not anymore. The best of it all, Marx, is the fact that lately in the last couple of months I haven't had to try nearly as hard as I was for about the first ten to show what I can do and I still find a reason to stay geared up and motivated for the next challenge ahead, and going forward that won't change whether I hold the New Breed Title or not. You say you have direction, but we'll find out if the path you're taking is the one that leads you to zenith of the New Breed division, or if it's just dead end ride to yet another albatross. It's sink or swim for me Marx, I seem to live and die by that. This Saturday after I walk away still champion I choose to swim on to greater challenges in the sea. Tell me, Marx? What will you do?

Alone. Once more alone in his own personal hell. His eyes focused on the wall before him. The wall of his room. His eyes, sightless. Looking straight ahead. Into the void. Into the shadows of his own psyche. He smiled to himself, listening to the darkness all around him. The shadows that surrounded him whispering back softly. Their footsteps treading on his inner ear. He couldn’t help but to smile. No. It would not be fit to not listen to those words. The whispers. It had taken some time for them to return. He had though he was rid of them long ago but now...now they were with him again. With him...but not whispering. No. These were right in his ear. Not shouts. But speaking. Loud enough to make his mind ache. Thoughts dancing about rapidly. Little spiders crawling through his skin. No. They were wrong. She wasn’t there. He saw her fall. He saw it...but the whispers said otherwise. And he knew that they weren’t lying to him. He pressed his hand against the wall, looking at the drawings that surrounded it as a bruised grin carved its way across his face. A jack o lantern like smile. His face betraying no signs of the darkness that lurked deep within his psyche, that screamed within his bones, and that quivered in his ear drums.

“Extreme. Elimination Chamber. The first word alone makes me...shudder so in my bones. It sings to me of a time in EAW when I had gone down a darker road. A road that was filled with...shadow. With treachery. A road marked by the words of the Betrayer. A man that I followed blindly, a man I called brother. This man created what would be a failed experiment in EAW known as The Iconomy. And I was a part of that failure. There are those, like the fallen Samurai, that would claim that it makes sense. After all...I have failed at everything and especially with that little group. However. In that group. Three of us began to stand out. Cailin Dillon, who we all have seen her measure of success. Capturing a title very quickly in her career. Chris Elite, who turned from cocky and brash to a well respected and loved underdog, capturing a title himself shortly after leaving our disbanded family. What of me? In that group I was regarded as its Berserker. I was the outcast. And I reveled in it. I knew that what I did was different from them, and I took joy in tearing them apart piece by piece and limb from limb. We were weak though. Too...divided. Iconomy could not stand with its members as they were...and we discovered this when a new group took root in EAW. One that would shake it to its very core, as EAW was already divided. And among the ashes of the first conflict...a mercenary faction was made that would further divide EAW.

I’m of course talking about Hexa-gun. What other faction held such prominence. Such esteem in the eyes of EAW? Its members were names of legend. Drake Jaeger and Tiberius Jones, a tag team that were akin to legendary dragons, soaring over the fractured earth. The monsters of The Burned Man and Luzmala, who tore through the ruined cities like titans of old. And it’s leaders. The Mercenaries themselves. The goddess of ruin HBG. And the God-Machine, Y2Impact. With their powers together they would fear nothing and no one. For after all...what can stand up to gods of old? Mere mortals, incapable of defending against the might and fury of primordial forces of nature. A man that has kissed the cold lips of death...that is who. I destroyed your monsters. I conquered that fear. And when it came down to it...even when Iconomy lost, I always was the first person to stand back up with a smile on my bleeding face ready to fight again. And in the end...Hexa-gun fell. Sadly not by my hands. No...it took the hands of a god to smite a machine, but in the ashes of Hexa-gun my family arose. For the ruins you left behind were not the end of this world. They were the awakening of my new hell. My dominion over the plane of existence in EAW. And I have struck fear into EAW since Iconomy.

Impact. You don’t underestimate anyone, and I know you will not underestimate me. There are many opponents in this match that you might feel hold a higher challenge, but understand that those men you are facing...are elitists. You cannot refer to me as one of them. I am not an elitist. I do not boast of my skill in matches that are inconsequential. I do not make excuses for the losses I have suffered. I’m not the kind to wait on the beck and call of someone more comfortable wearing a suit then he is in the ring. But I’m not an Extremist. I do not recall of the old days of my past. I don’t look at the blood and sweat that I have spilled in this ring as badges of honor, for those are past sacrifices. I do not show pride in where I have come from...because it doesn’t matter. You are an Extremist. The others are Elitists. I’m an Outcast. I desire the carnage of the match. I don’t want the fame or glory from it. I don’t want to prove that my ways are superior, for they are the tradition. And you know this Impact. You know this, regardless of the lack of emotion you feel. The Machine. The Machine that forever marches along on his path of stardom in EAW. The Machine who is destruction in the ring for anyone that dares stand against it. That...is your legacy. A legacy of broken dreams, shattered goals, and destroyed expectations. Yet...you haven’t broken me, Impact. Because you...Machine...are starting to understand why your unemotional A.I. has been acting up.

I’m a virus in your programming Impact. I’m the thing that you can never get rid of, no matter how many failsafes you concoct in your head. I’m your opposite! You thrive on your lack of emotion, your ability to think of things in code and quickly. No need for anything brash or to react with human instinct, everything is settled with the efficiency of a machine. Robotic. And effective. You have transcended humanity. But me? I’m human. I’m the limits of human nature. I have dug into the recesses of my sick mind, and yes...I’m sick. I’m twisted. I’m demented. I’m a fucked up individual that has done horrible things to others, yes. And I know why I’ve done them. And I do not care. I know my derangement, Impact. I know where I stand in your eyes. In your processes and your coding. I know that deep in the recesses of your mind...you remember that you are still human too. And that you still have the one emotion that humanity can never do away with. Fear. The very process that a machine like mind will try to eliminate, I have brought back to the surface. And this match...this Extreme Elimination Chamber...this is your element. You have us all locked away. We have no way out except to be brutalized by you. However. What you may have figured out...and what the others need to learn is...you are trapped as well. And you don’t feel comfortable in cages. Locked away. Sequestered from the world. And I have. I remember viewing the world behind a glass wall for years. Solitude. Seclusion. And in EAW...in this chamber...there is no difference. The only thing that is unfamiliar...is that I’m allowed to take something with me. And I fear no machine, Impact. I fear the man that I faced in Hexa-gun. The very real figure that reminded me that I was still a rookie in the face of a veteran. But that veteran has to contend with someone that memorized the pain of a steel chair across his back. Of two knees being driven into his skull. Of the crushing feeling of defeat. Let your A.I. comprehend something Impact. You’re trapped in a cage with me. And the only way out...is letting this virus infect your mainframe all the way through Machine. Along came a spider Impact. And this spider remembers your face.”


He laughed, his tongue lashing against his teeth before clamping shut, fighting a sudden dark growl that ripped through his throat. Blood welled up in his mouth, and he spat against the wall, watching the red substance soak into the grooves, painting his markings. He smiled, spitting on the wall again before slamming his forehead into it. Trying to silence the words. Block out the dark whispers. Make it all stop. Make it all cease. Make it all...stop hurting. But they would never stop. They would never go away. They would never drift away from his mind. They simply urged him on. His breath came out in harsh pants and he slammed his fists into the wall again, a scream of laughter echoing out as the lights in his room completely flickered out. As the darkness took hold, shrouding the sight of Eclipse, a presence could be felt in the room. Her eyes visible in the dark. A beautiful green that seemed to cut through the shadow. Her hands extended out, long skeletal fingers, like sewing needles, reaching out. A smile cut through the shadow, as she leaned close to Eclipse, pressing her lips to his forehead.

“Make the machine rest. And break the spirit of the arrogant one.” her voice whispered to him. A sultry, soft voice. She leaned back as the lights flickered back on, and once the darkness dissipated she was no longer there. Eclipse stared straight ahead at the wall once more, seemingly calm as his hand reached up to touch the spot of the kiss. His eyes seemed glazed, as if in a trance before he simply pressed his hand to the wall again, forcing laughter out of his mouth as he reached into his pocket with his free hand, removing a lighter.

“And on the other end of the spectrum. We have men I idolize and fear. And we have men that don’t deserve to breathe the air that they are breathing. I am speaking of our former hardcore champion, Nathan Fiora. A man that wants to say that he has earned his place at the top. A man that has done everything possible to prove that sentiment false. Nathan is a remora. Attaching his name to sharks like Impact, Miles, and Nasir. He pretends at being an alpha predator, yet his teeth are not sharp. His bite not at all painful. You have no stinger of a scorpion, nor the fangs of a snake. You lack the patience of a stalking tiger, or the bone breaking bite of a hyena. You are a passive worm at best, a parasite at worst. You dig into the very soul of EAW and feast on the meal that others build for you, and once the carcass is dry you leave. Unlike parasites, beasts that can’t talk, you boast of these accomplishments as if they were your own. And you want to preach of the inaccuracies of these men...these...gods above you. A parasite like you should be lucky he has yet to be removed from EAW, but I digress. Here you are, Nathan, I’ll humor you.

Your spiritual counselor is a tool for recognition. There have been many that have used the bodies of others and their voices to affirm their own success but you are something else entirely. You don’t even use his voice, or allow him to offer you words of advice or encouragement. No. He is instead your crutch. The person you go to, to distract you from improving of yourself. My family does not save me from my own personal torment, they remind me that I can fight through it and emerge better. You don't have that. You have no one to remind you to be humble, and to remember your place in the food chain. Jamal is a hired hand. A stooge for you to laugh and joke with, but a man that will never tell you the truth. He will never remind you of your place, because you made sure that he believes you a true sculpture, fashioned from clay. You are not perfection, Fiora. You are far from it. Your negatives are all painfully visible. Your in ring ability is nothing special. I’ve seen talent like yours. What sets you apart is your drive and motivation...or at least it was. Now, it is blocked by these surges of cockiness and arrogance. You aren’t as amazing as you think you are.

And be lucky with how Rebecca has ended up. Ask Aren Mstislav what I’m willing to do to get people to release their demons. I don’t care enough about you to harm Rebecca...in fact...when you are hospitalized at the end of the Extreme Elimination, I’ll make sure that she’s doing alright. You aren’t entering into a run of the mill Scramble match, of which you barely snaked the victory from. You aren’t entering into any run of the mill match at all, Fiora. This is an Extreme Elimination Chamber. This transcends hardcore, which you barely understood the concept of. Hardcore is more than just using a weapon. It’s more than a lack of rules in a match, or anything of the sort. Hardcore is a lifestyle. A choice. A choice that says that you will do whatever it takes in the match to make sure your opponent struggles to breathe and must be stretchered out by the end of it. You taint what hardcore meant. And you seek to taint what this championship means for those that have fought their way through bureaucratic nonsense and politics to make it this far. You mock Nasir Capitani. You mock Impact, the champion. You mock Matt Miles. And you are mocking me.

You are spitting in the face of those that have held superiority over you from the beginning. And you don’t know that yet. You don’t. But you will. And if Impacts words didn’t reignite the Fiora that wanted to prove why he was deserving of recognition then maybe mine will. When I entered into EAW, almost two years ago, the only thing that blunted my momentum was a loss during the Spartan cup to a man that will be standing in that ring against me, Matt Miles. Unlike you, I didn’t go to anyone to give me a ‘dank meme’ to cheer me up and pat my back, kiss my ass, and say that it’s because someone has more sway in the back to make sure the ref counted faster. I realized that I wasn’t strong enough. That I had to improve. And you should know this as well Fiora. You should realize that you had best be prepared to use whatever weapon you decide to use in that Chamber...because I am fighting you with everything I have. I won’t underestimate your skill, I’m not an idiot. But you are underestimating mine. And you are neglecting one thing. It pays to be afraid. It pays to recognize your fear. I just hope that when you fall in that ring...your body an unrecognizable bloodied heap, that you realize your mistake then. Because that wait in the hospital for your bones to set right, for your punctured lungs to heal, and for your fractured psyche to reconstitute itself...will be a lifetime of you replaying in your head over and over what went wrong. And no amount of ‘dank memes’ will heal you from that. Let my words sink in, former Hardcore champ. Let them sink in deep. Because the chamber awaits. Every inch of steel is beckoning for your flesh. And you are a willing sacrifice.”

Eclipse let out another coarse laugh, shaking his head before looking towards the markings. The blood soaked drawings seemingly dancing in his vision as he, for a mere moment, felt arms wrap around him. The warm scent of desert flowers, and the stench of grave dirt filling his nose. He reached up...hoping to feel something. But nothing could be felt. His hands clenched only at empty air before he let out a shuddered breath, his eyes opening with a dark and rejuvenated fire.


“Scared yet?”