Sigh...well it looks like I made it into the Extreme Elimination Chamber. I may not be satisfied with the circumstances that led to this, but here we are now. I am officially headed to the tenth edition of Road To Redemption to take part in the Sunday Night Voltage Extreme Elimination Chamber match to fight for the Elite Answers Wrestling Championship! For the very first time since Territorial Invasion in September, I’ll be getting a shot to become the EAW Champion. The title shot that I rightfully should have received much sooner. I’ve been through so many ups and downs over the course of these last couple of months. I’ve been cheated out of championship wins, suspended from active competition, dismantled and obliterated an old man, and everything in between! But now I stand before the entire world able to formally say that YES! After this roller coaster ride and all of the highs and lows, I am ready to do nothing more than step inside of the Elimination Chamber and do everything within my power to become EAW Champion as I am destined to be! Now I cannot wait for a few things. First is for my good friend Matt Miles to show Nathan Fiora what’s poppin tho. Teach the kid a few manners. And most importantly to educate him on doing his research. First of all kiddo, much like me, Matt Miles has only had one opportunity at the EAW Championship before this chamber. And that was at Shock Value where he was not pinned or submitted. And he earned that spot fair and square by beating Kenny Drake in the middle of the ring. Similar to how my one title shot came at Territorial Invasion and I received it after pinning the then former EAW Champ, Vic Vendetta. You can’t win a matchup fair and square, you’ve yet to. And it won’t happen this week. If you do come out victorious against Miles, it will be due to some cheap trick of some sort, whether it be a low blow, grabbing his tights, kicking your feet on the ropes during a pinfall, or perhaps having a member of your little entourage get involved on your behalf. Whatever you end up doing, it won’t make a difference. The simple facts at the end of the day are that you cannot win a single meaningful match all on your own! But of course I could care less about Nathan Fiora, or Matt Miles for that matter. At least this week. My two main priorities are Y2Impact and Zack Crash. We’ll start with Impact, shall we? Now I want you to listen and I want you to listen good Imp. I’ve waited far FAR too long for this moment. I can barely contain myself. Next week, I finally get my hands on you. You know Imp, I’ve had an issue with you even before you became number one contender for the EAW Title when my brother Aren held it. You were the singular man on the show that represented everything I have come to resent in this business. Everything in the land of the Elites that brings me pain, you take all those qualities and fuse them into one personification. Y2Impact you are the true deep rooted evil that corrupts this company and more specifically, this one brand. However there is salvation for all of the locker room and the people. That of course being me. As I said last week, I am the light that shines itself through the darkness. I am the hand that extends to reach out and save the innocents who are slipping into the deep abyss. I am justice, truth, and hope! I am the exact opposite of you! I am the yin to your yang, You may be the alpha, but I am the omega, I am Nasir Capitani, and I am the one who is destined above all others to bring you down to your knees Impact. The man who will knock you off of your high horse and dethrone you. Humble you and break you down, so you can experience the same pain and misery that all of us feel day in and day out underneath your tyranny! You are the arrogant king who rules over the land, meanwhile I am the lone light knight who rises up and charges head first into battle against your wicked kingdom, with the sole goal of ending your reign on top forever! And of course pay you back for drilling me to the ground and laying me out with a steel chair. You best learn this real quick Impy, an elephant never forgets, and payback is one hell of a bitch!

Only the problem is...Y2Impact is NOT my opponent for this week unfortunately, although he was crazy enough to create his own destruction by personally adding the man who will defeat him into the chamber in the first place, what stands before me as my final challenge this week is Zack Crash! Or should I say…”Damaged”...Zack Crash. Now what makes him damaged? Rightfully I do not know the full details of Zack Crash’s path that led to this. What I do know is you are obviously one of the biggest threats I have ever faced, not just from the standpoint that you are as of Season Ten, an official EAW Hall Of Famer, but you are a former World Champion in your own right too. Although the thing that even you have not remembered Crash, is that you and I facing off brings back lots of memories for me. I get incredibly nostalgic thinking about it. Because for those that are not aware, this is NOT the first time Zack Crash and I are sharing the ring together. Because I have told the story of Aren and I winning the Young Lion Tag Team Cups and going on to be the sole holders of those cups and then the Unified Tag Team Champions. What you may not remember about that story is the team we beat to win those tag cups. Those two would be Diamond Cage and as you would expect the whole point of me going on about this tale about...Zack Crash! And furthermore, it was I who made Crash submit at the end to capture those cups. My breakout victory here in well, then Extreme Answers Wrestling was against Zack Crash! And as I said, I made him tap out. I forced him to a point where he did not want to continue to be brutalized by me. I broke his psyche and made him give up and throw the match! Now the thing is, that was “The Nas” in 2014. Now Crash is dealing with Nasir Capitani in 2016! There is a huge HUGE difference between the two. Knowing it will be the difference maker in how Crash performs on Voltage. The again, I can tell you the obvious answer. Nasir Capitani goes on to victory and takes a huge wave of momentum heading into the Extreme Elimination Chamber matchup. It is as clear as day. Now, Crash, in this jumbled up mess of words that you formulated for me, you mentioned me having immense potential and wanting to enlighten me to a higher plain of existence. Unfortunately for you Zack...that will not be necessary, and this is why. As far as my potential. I have always had this naturally high level of potential abilities within the squared circle. Anyone who denies that has literally no idea what they are talking about and never will! Well, they could. There is only one way to save those types of people. The exact same way I will save all of EAW! Only I can, because I may not speak in the third person or raise a fancy eyebrow anymore, but always remember that I am still Almighty Nastradamus! The All seeing and All Knowing Prophet! I am The New God of Elite Answers Wrestling. I am in a league, or even better, a tier of my own when it comes to not only the Sunday Night locker room, but all of Elite Answers Wrestling! I have eclipsed and peaked all of those that I have ever encountered, whether they have the balls to admit it or not, because Zack, there can only be one Best, and that is obviously no one besides Nasir Capitani. Now I will not being joining you in you crusade of Broken Brilliance...I will only be adding even more cracks to your shattered mind and soul. But the thing is Crash, if you are to fall further into this slump...who better to give that last boost pushing towards super stardom than The Man of The Year huh?

Blah Blah Blah.

You can't stop reliving the glory days...

Blah Blah Blah.

You're out of your prime...

Blah Blah Blah...

You used to manipulate Jaywalker and HBB....

Blah Blah Blah...

BLAH

BLAH!

Save all that recycled bull crap for the birds, Azumi! Like seriously, what else can you come up with other than bragging about my success? Yes, I have affiliated myself with great men. I have fought alongside with great women as well in this industry. YET! HBB nor Jaywalker were the ones that helped me defeat the Heart Break Gal and Cameron Ella Ava countless times. HBB nor Jaywalker paved the road for me. In fact I helped expand their roads because without me, they wouldn't have been shit! Project E.G.O. would have been a lame group filled with old has-beens and lackluster champions if I weren't around. Don't you get it yet? I don't think so. Maybe I need to hammer your brain in to finally realize a thing or two, Azumi. You see, you're like a pest that won't shut up even if I actually believed half the garbage that you spew out of your mouth. You're still embarrassing yourself with your unoriginal and half-assed speeches. Because I'm so successful, because I'm so great, because I deny to be compared or even valued with lowly subjected women like you doesn't make me greedy or selfish. Hell, like I said, you should be thanking me for being apart of Empire because from the looks of it, without Empire, Azumi is still busy battling it out on Turbo or still training with the D-League speculators. You should be thanking God that you're even in this match with me. You're blessed for Cleopatra to even say your name or pay you any attention. You should be thanking me for allowing your ass to a match at one of EAW's biggest events of the year, Road to Redemption. You should be thanking me for even giving a rat's poison about you in the first place, Azumi. Now can you see? I'm not selfish and ignorant which you are assuming because everything that I spit are facts. And the fact of the matter is that you're not shit and you won't be shit even if you somehow by the grace of God defeat me in this match. Chances are less than slightly and I refuse losing to a clown. But this is much more than just a regular match. Oh no... The match that I had with Erica Ford was just a match. This match means something to your little petite brain. You have the chance to prove your worth and brag about defeating the greatest Vixen of all time. On the other hand, I have a chance to show you off to the world for exposure and make sure that you never EVER believe in your mind to be who you think Azumi Goto can be. What I think? What Cleopatra believes that Azumi Goto can be? I believe you can make a very great jobber. Other than that, you're apart of this garbage that has been laid waste which you speak of. I'm not lying to you either, Azumi. I'm just being real. I can't lie to your face because it's a waste of my time, just like this match. And I have no reason to lie about your reputation to our fans. I'm studying day-in and day-out about each member of my roster and I'm sorry to hurt your little feelings but I honestly believe you value being GM over such materialistic things because you know deep inside that those things are out of your reach. Let's be even more honest here... Who thinks Azumi can defeat a Sheridan Muller, Aria Jaxon or Kendra Shamez? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA....

Even La Diva that you speak of can take you for the long mile. Then you go back to disrespecting my authority once again. I don't abuse power, I just enforce it especially when you have the Love & Hip-Hop and Bad Girls Club reunion happening every single week on MY show with MY permission. Without me, Empire would have went downhill a long time ago. Ken Stark knows and that's the reason why he won't admit that I'm doing an excellent job making sure all of you little children are fed right but spanked hard when you don't act right. I don't think you can handle the pressures of this job, Azumi. I'm sure you will disagree because your ignorance throughout this entire situation has quickly spread and made you believe that you're something you're not. You're not good. You never will be. You can't beat me and you will terrorize MY show if you're brought in power. Sometimes I don't even know why I'm wasting my voice against your trash. You're the supposedly the new "leader" of the Vixens division and I bet your ass couldn't even lead an assembly line of preschoolers down a freakin' hall way or just like the Japanese couldn't lead their asses to victory in the Vietnam War. And just like that situation, I will drop an atomic bomb on your head to make sure you're not even occupied for this discussion anymore, Azumi. You know, I care about your well being Azumi so if the truth hurts, let it flourish on and take care of business. Because the truth will come out once I'm done dumping the remains of your dead carcass around the mat. After that, I'm going to rip off your head and place it next to my Hall of Fame award, my countless trophies and MY Vixens Championship reign. Oh wait, no, no, no... I forgot how non-prestigious those type of things are. So better yet, I rather place your head in my dog's shit because that's probably the most equivalent thing to compare with your mindset. It's obvious to me that you're shook. You're shook with the fact you're not on my level and you wish to be. If I were older than I look, you probably still wouldn't be comparable to me. Azumi is simply out of MY league. Her league consists of being stuck on level one for her entire career just like a Sasha Fierce or better yet, she is like a SG1. Except SG1 considers it as a privilege to accomplish things that she claimed as luck because the whole world knows that she damn sure wasn't on Kendra Shamez' level. Speaking of more levels, I'm deciding on the level of discipline after I win this match to bring upon your head. Well... not only your head, Azumi. I will let others join so you won't feel lonely. Trust me, you're not the only bone-headed serpent that doesn't know what the hell they're talking about. And you won't be the last either. I'm just considering your entire direction, Azumi. Because after this match, you won't feel relevant anymore. You will more than likely feel like.....

YOU WISH THAT YOU WERE BORN AGAIN.

▲ ; )

(OFF SCREEN: We are at the Le Meriden Columbus hotel in Columbus, Ohio inside the meeting room which is lavishly designed to hold any kind of important meetings and conferences. The room is being decorated with yet more stuff by some people as Mike Showman supervises quietly with some drink in his hand. He slowly takes sips from his glass as the people work quietly but efficiently to place all the stuff in the right place. After all this is done, he goes over to a guy and hands him a think wad of cash as the guy smiles, wishes Mike luck and then leaves. Mike then surveys the area and seems quite satisfied with the work. He then sits on a chair and makes a call to someone. After a few moments, few people come and they start working on the equipment with a woman among them who dresses up Mike’s face properly. The director then comes and discusses the script with him and also the flow of the show. After all this done, Mike sits in a spot with the cameras facing directly towards him)

Director: Alright Mike, everything is set and we are about to go live.

(Mike nods)

Director: 3……2…….1…we are LIVE folks

Mike (smiling): Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the first ever episode of the newest sensation to grace your television, a show that will break the fourth wall and soon will be rated the number one show according to the users and the critics alike. Please stand up and applaud the greatest talk show in the history of EAW hosted by none other than the most charismatic elitist in EAW, THEEE SHOWWW TALKKKKKKK

(Mike gets up and applauds with a smirk on his face. After a few seconds, he settles down)

Mike: Well now that the introductions are over, let me not waste a moment of your time and welcome the first guest……but before I do that, let me show you the location where we are filming tonight. Now as you all know, I am a rich man. I am so rich that I can buy the properties of half the people in this stupid city and make them homeless. Because of my abundance of dollars, I can afford the best places on this planet and right now I am in the Le Meriden Columbus hotel which is the best hotel around here. Check it out

(A slideshow plays of the rich and exquisite rooms in this hotel and all the facilities that are there. After showing the slides for a minute or so, the feed cuts back to Mike who is laughing)

Mike: You jealous people? You jealous that I can afford the best while you are forced to choose the second best? Or even the third best maybe? You jealous that I am the hottest superstar in EAW hosting the hottest talk show in exquisite places while the only heat you are getting is from the Sun? Well whatever it is, I don’t want to waste my time talking about idiots, retards, disgusting and classless people. Instead, let me introduce to you all my guest of this time, he is the HARDCORE CHAMPION, AN IMPORTANT MEMBER OF PWC AND MY BEST FRIEND, JON MCADAMSSSSS

(Mike gets up and applauds as Jon McAdams enter smiling with the Hardcore title in hand. He waves and smiles at the camera and shakes Mike’s hand and later both hug. He then settles down as Mike does the same)

Mike: Now, before we begin, let me congratulate you on a plan well executed. I know some people ridiculed our team but after Voltage, we have definitely shut everyone up. But yes, before we go any further, I am told that a section of our audience is illiterate, juvenile, retarded or just plain stupid. Now they, even after watching reruns of Voltage, can never figure out what plan I am talking about so for their convenience, will you please place our title in front of the camera so everyone understands what we have accomplished?
 
(Jon places the title on the table in front of the camera)

Mike: And while we are at it, let us preserve this moment by taking a picture with this title. In the future when we are dominating other brands, this picture will be like a memory for us as the point from where our path to dominance began. 

(Jon and Mike both place their hands on the title and smile as a picture is taken)

Mike: Well now that is over, let us get down to business. Jon, tell me how do you feel right now with that title in front of you?

Jon: I feel a sense of satisfaction that can only be matched by the stupid looks on the faces of the idiots in the locker room. How many of these morons took shots at us when this team first formed. How many of them claimed that they we were both nothing? How many of them are now sitting in the back whining and complaining that we took the title for ourselves when they themselves did nothing substantial to earn it. This is proof of our dominance within the prospects and that we are a class above.

Mike: Well I understand. Some people did write us off almost immediately but as I said, with your title win, they are all having second thoughts right now and some are even getting tormented by the fact as to how can two newcomers make such a quick impact in a company where even the veterans sometimes struggle.

Jon: And the best part is, we won this title. The best part is that these people mocked us both yet we both stand here holding this above our heads while all they have are cheap words we have this title and the PWC. 

Mike: That is very kind of you to say. But yes, last week on Voltage, after your title win, something happened. Let me show you the video on the screens so that you can understand better. 

(Shows Drastik’s interview with Flannery where he talks about facing McAdams in a rematch at Road to Redemption)

Mike: Well Jon, shit just got very serious.

Jon: Ah yes, Drastik! The idiot who was dumb enough to re-instate the 24/7 rule! The moron who is foolish enough to challenge me in a match where the PWC can literally do whatever they want. His lack of foresight is appalling! He should just hang up his boots now.

Mike (laughs): Good one man. But I do agree on that retiring part. I mean, his style, his work all reeks of the past. Now I understand that Drastik had a tremendous impact in EAW and because of that, he is in the hall of fame but now, it’s the time for the new breed like us. He comes out of retirement and tries to take our spotlight? Well I showed him that he can no longer run on these grounds unchallenged. Wait, I made a mistake, we showed him that he can no longer run on these grounds unchallenged. A new age is dawning in EAW and he cannot be a part of it.
 
Jon: Agreed. The old guard and those old hall of famers have had their fill of cheap wine and victories against lesser men. It’s time for PWC to take over.

Mike: Now that we are on the subject of Drastik, any words for Carson Ramsay, the man who helped us? 

Jon: Well, I’m rooting for Carson this Sunday. At the very least to have him at our match and to know he’s a man with a price is rather comforting. I have no ill will towards the man, simply that he does his part and continues to do so, so that we can do ours. How about you?

Mike: Well Carson and I were once competitors and we naturally had our differences in but I am glad that he turned the right way and if you notice, the reward for that was something with which not only make him happy but also you can make the others close to him happy in this holiday season. What he is doing right now is much better than playing the hero against Kenny Drake and I congratulate you personally Carson, for seeing things as it is meant to be seen.  

Mike: Coming to my next question, EAW has seen all kinds of champions. Good champions, bad champions and then the average champions. But what I want to ask is that, what are the things that you are going to do with that title that would make you the greatest Hardcore Champion ever to grace EAW?

Jon: For one, I am quite simply a class above the champions that came before me. Bred for fighting, especially the brutal kind of fighting it takes to hold this title, already put me in the runnings for this long ago but I intend to bring a finesse and style to this title that it has never seen. No more brutal tactics, these things are unnecessary when you have precision, charisma and sheer man power at your disposal. Above all these things, my intentions with this title aren’t just to hold onto it… but to make it the greatest title on Voltage. It will surpass Impact’s reign simply because I am holding it. *ahem* We are holding it. Our combined efforts will make this the greatest championship reign in history.

Mike: Interesting points Jon. I am really looking forward to see you do all those things as a champion and I am sure the deluded masses are too. They might boo us now Jon but when they see our work and how our movement is changing EAW, I am sure they will come around as well.  

Mike: Now, I know that time is very valuable for you but I got one last question, how are you going to celebrate this win? 

Jon: Well, I’m going to throw a huge party to celebrate! Invite the high class and the those of great wealth and celebrate with class as I continue to represent the 1% in our constant struggle against the weaker but larger masses. Yes, I will invite the most important people to this party. You know what, you are invited as well. 

Mike: Well that is kind of you to say but you know it’s not fitting for me to party with the champ (Jon looks at him surprised). Naah, I was just joking man. How can I miss out on a classy McAdams party? C’mon we will go right now

(Jon and Mike get up hug once again as Jon poses with the championship. For a second though it appears as if Mike is looking at the title and his smile has vanished a bit. However, that does not last and Mike is once again cheerful and applauds him. He then faces the camera)

Mike: There we have it folks, Jon McAdams the new Hardcore Champion and if I have anything to say about it, the classiest Hardcore Champion ever in EAW. That’s all for tonight, tune in next week for some more…SHOWWW TALKKKKK

Director: AANNNDDDD CUTTTTT. Well done Mike, this should do it

(OFF SCREEN: Mike calls in one of his guys and asks him to supervise the clean up as he goes out of the room along with Jon)

Mr. Delion appears to himself as a prophet of sorts, eager to boast about the enchantments of the world. He is a seeker of soothsaying, trying to forecast his word as a correlation to truth. But what a fool that is indeed of pity you are proving to be, Jakob. You are no resonating truth, you are not a man to defy doubts, regardless of the futility of it all. You may bask in your riches now, by all means - you've earned them. But at the end of the day, Lannister will not see triumph in your petty accolades. Congratulations on the mastery that was sub-par competition. Lannister can promise you that the next step is not that of a stone, but rather a crashing halt that is your ambitious path. You wish to hear Lannister's words, yet you've given Lannister none a reason to seek your lackluster claims until now. "Just watch us" - what in particular? Lannister looks across the aisle and sees a series of men who have partaken in an inconsiderable campaign, a picnic of a tournament, in truth. And before you try to spin this back aways, fear not, Lannister and the Heart Break Gal have not seen a challenge yet to their royal desires - and that includes what stands before us on Showdown. In your victory, you have catered to the face of deception, trying to perceive the caliber as that to an ideal. But Lannister looks beyond the horizon - and sees the distorted message that this "World's Most Wanted" intend to form. The attempt is admirable, but the truth in it all is that never does man betray his true nature. And in your nature, in your code - it has become rather apparent that the plastic confidence in which you exhibit, Delion - shall shatter at the first crushing blow. You see yourself as a superior force to this industry, seeking to stand tall, when you are just bound to recoil in the wake of a hardening reality. Your perception is as twisted as a snake. The mediocrity just steams from your very aura, to the sickening point in which Lannister should feel insulted that you've lasted thus long. But perhaps the compromise to make in such an ordeal is seeing the dotted line.

And oh, Delion - do not flatter yourself and believe that The Emperium is in temptation or desire of your petty respect. Lannister cares not for the value of his peers, let alone a man as lowly a stature as you. Lannister seeks out this Grand Prix Tournament as a means to summer the time, while you see it as your echoing battle-cry. For Lannister simply cannot respect your humble inclinations. But perhaps Lannister should take a step back and put everything in perspective. When you're given so little, how you're bound to appreciate so much, and that describes the "World's Most Wanted" to a timely tee. Granted, not much time has parted since the very arrival, but nonetheless, the conquest at hand cannot possibly muster to the same pretension. Your growing hunger has led you to a desperate mutt, craving for the entity of success to lead your name unto vigor. But for all your ambitions, for all your inevitable failed misconceptions, you are bound to the will of the senses. But eventually, you were bound to succumb to the pressure you had created for yourself - and it is the presence of The Emperium to put together that footnote. Because here, Jakob, knowing the type of man you are, you will bliss your ignorance far past the measurables that are required. You are a simple, yet complicated man, Delion. Your aspirations are simple - but the means are far much more difficult to grasp. Perhaps that is due to the hype that you tune, or maybe even the ideals that cease to exist. But no matter the case - your word, your lie, your bearings - once more are left without merit. You cannot benefit through Lannister, nor through the Heart Break Gal in this match. You are always one step behind, and three thought processes back. Lannister cannot toy along with the intellect and mind of a child. But so he has to - because that is the card he was dealt - just to put it onto terms you understand. Lannister cannot change Delion's mind - he can only endure the smoke that comes out of his mouth. But that is hardly a deal breaker for Lannister, because Jakob Delion's in-ring work is nothing to marvel at. Nor the man that embodies it.

Lannister will not allow you have this moment of serenade, nor let you speak in matters in which you have zero intellectual bearings towards. You speak about empires failing, but oh Jakob Delion, how you've seen nothing yet. You wouldn't be able to grasp even the smallest of straws at what Lannister and The Emperium are about to entail. His current conquest is to not only walk out of Road to Redemption with the Tag Team Championships - but as well the Cash in the Vault briefcase. And you actually think, you actually come to suspect - that it is the lowly Jakob Delion and Danny Knox to step in Lannister's way? For all the men Lannister has humbled, you might very well be the sweetest one yet. You are nothing more to Lannister than a page in his own history book, a verse in the song they'll soon sing in his honor, of this very path. Because you see, Mr. Delion - History is a wheel. Unchanging. The nature of man fundamentally makes that so. What happened before... is to bestow again. Either it be written in blood or ink, your history, as you cling onto, is that Lannister was the architect to your shortcomings. Only instead of building upon such a reputation with stone and brick... Lannister feels bones and broken crowns are much more necessary this time around. It's just a shame that's what it'll take for you to realize you're only another name. That men like you are what Lannister builds his empire upon. What The Emperium will build their empire upon.

Lannister sends you his royal regards... And Lannister thanks you for your contributions towards the crown.

Waking up, sore and banged up, from the matches I've had in the past few months but I've been sore and banged up for a while --- that's not keeping me from taking the title that Ares Vendetta has away from him and that's not keeping me from getting in the ring with Pizza Boy this week. I've been sore and banged up but that's practically a part of me. That's what makes me, me. That's the scars that I've gotten and the wounds that keep bleeding. Though, there's healed wounds that hurt. See, when you've been through what I've been through and you haven't been through what I've been through, then you'd get it through your close-minded heads. I thought that you could relate to me and what I've been through because you've been through what I, myself, haven't been through. I thought that you could comprehend what I've been through and comprehend that I'm actually here for you, unlike those that you mentioned before me. None of them are here for you right now and you're trying to cut me off but for what? For what, huh? You think that if you cut me off, that if you sever ties with me, that... that'd get you far in the Elimination Chamber without me? That'd settle things with Ares Vendetta? That'd make Heart Break Boy and the others proud of you? You could cut me off, you could sever ties with me but that's not getting you far in there, that's not getting you much further from here. I've been in the Elimination Chamber before, several times, I've been thrown through the pods and I've been thrown through the steel structure but you're not even thinking about what I could do to you in there, what I could do to you this week. You're thinking about getting in there with the others tired and exhausted, you're thinking about what you could do if you weren't so tired and exhausted like them, you're thinking about making the most of the situation that you find yourself in, you're thinking about Ares Vendetta and you're thinking about yourself. That's not like of you to think so much about yourself but you seem to not care too much about me, regardless if I've been there for you, which is okay with me because I tried to get to you. I tried to get it through your head that I'm actually here for you, that I wouldn't stab you in the back, that I'd be in the Elimination Chamber with you but I'm not in there to get you the title. Because you're right, I'm thinking about the title myself. I've spoken openly about that, that I'm getting tired of sitting back and not getting what I think I've been busting my ass off for but you're thinking about the title yourself and that's what makes things so much more interesting. Interesting because, we have or had somewhat of a relationship but we're fixated on what belongs to Ares Vendetta. I think you're fixated on that and much more but I? I'm fixated on that and nothing else. The title is what I've been eyeing for months, the title is what I tried to take away from Ares Vendetta a few months ago and at Road to Redemption, I'm getting in the Elimination Chamber, regardless if I'm in the ring or in the pods --- I'm taking that away from him and I'm willing to risk my life to get it. I'm willing to shed skin for it. I'm willing to kill myself in there. You're not that willing.

Know what else you're right about though? That I'm not Heart Break Boy, that I'm not the others. That much you're right about because I'm myself and I'd rather not be like them. I've been in the ring with most of them before and I have no bitterness towards them, regardless of you talking about them and not talking about me. It's somewhat irritating though that you think so little of me and that you've been belittling me. That's okay though because you've been through so much yourself and you've had a hard time co-existing with me but you've been trying to get under my skin, so that you could tick me off. You haven't ticked me off though. Regardless of what you think of me, I'm here for you and you could talk to me however, it's not ticking me off. I bite my tongue --- I'd rather there not be much conflict between us before we get in the Elimination Chamber. You're trying to get yourself in a situation that you could win but I couldn't care less what situation I find myself in because I've been in the unlikeliest of situations before and I've been in situations that I'd like to not be in but I've been in them and I've won a title in there. I've been one of the few left in there and could've reclaimed the title that I had won in there and I've been taken out quickly but this week? You're not taking me out quickly. You're not getting in a situation that you'd like to be in, in the Elimination Chamber because that's for me to take and that's for me to get myself back on top where I've been before. I'm not stabbing you in the back to get there though. I'm okay with getting in the ring with you this week because we haven't been in the ring with each other before, so that's what I've been thinking about for the past week. I've been thinking about this match for the past few hours and I've been thinking of what I could do out there in the ring. Because you've seen what I'm capable of and I've seen what you're capable of. I have to try things that I haven't tried before. That's what you're begging for, huh? Begging for me to give you that? Then that's what I'm giving you. That's my gift to you.

That's the kindness I've shown you but in the Elimination Chamber though, there's no kindness. There's myself and others in there with you, none of them showing you the kindness that I've shown you and I, myself, have no kindness for you in there. Because in the Elimination Chamber? There's some stress in there, some things that you're thinking about... things like, "will I see my mother and father again? Will I get out of here? Will I walk out with the title? Will I walk out on my own? Will I die in here?" That's some of the things that we think about while we're in there but if you're thinking too much about that, then that's what gets you eliminated. I'd hate to see you get eliminated but that has to happen for me to take the title away from Ares Vendetta. I wouldn't mind if we're what's left in the Elimination Chamber because we would've gotten rid of Ares Vendetta. That's what we've been talking about for a while but if we're left in there, then whatever happens in there, is between you and me. That's how I'd like it. See though, I've been here for you and if it weren't for me? Nico Borg would've broken every bone and ligament in your body. He was salivating at the mouth to break you in half and I was there for you. Not Heart Break Boy, not the others. I made Nico Borg bleed, I ended him for you but I couldn't be there for you for your match because I was showering, washing Nico Borg's blood off of my chest. My bare hands is what busted him open and in the Elimination Chamber, I'm busting Ares Vendetta's head open with my barbed wire gloves. I have your back though but not this week.

And so the seed of contempt has been planted.

The desire for forward progress being fueled by anxiousness.

You have no control this time.

Doesn't that just piss you off?

Come on. Is this all you got, Nico? It is, isn't? You know, Nico, part of what we do, a large part is contributed to the things we say to each other before we ever even get into that ring. The hype, I guess is the most plain way to put it, is why these matchups are supposed get people to tune in. You though, I get where you are right now. You’re somewhere in between being annoyed that you have to beat the clock this week, and being anxious to get in that Chamber with other hungry Elitists competing for one of the company's top titles. You almost hate the idea that your placement in the chamber match is controlled by someone else, which is understandable. Believe me, Nico, I'm taking this very seriously. Every week I take my matches seriously, and that is why I either win more often than not, or I go down but not without a fight. I told you at the beginning in my first video that I intended to send a message to Mr. Marx, and I still stand by that. You must've either forgot that I said that, or didn't take it as seriously as you should have. The fact that you are letting your guard down slightly, and trust me that is exactly what you are doing when you are simply relying on past results to try and make up for the fact that you have nothing else better to put out there and ensure your own braintrust that you have this week all sewn up. You don't control your own fate this week. You hardly control anything. You could beat me, but can you beat the clock in the end? Can you secure the best time? There is a strong possibility that you won't, and this is where I have a some of the control. Doesn't it just suck that once again I bring to light the obvious? You may be right too. I could be digging my own grave, but let's be honest here. I've been digging it since the beginning of the season, I guess. However, if I am digging my own grave I must be digging it pretty deep, but not deep enough for you apparently because you haven't started burying me inside of it yet. You haven't taken away my ladder or my rope that allows me to climb back out. No. Why not? Why not just put me away, Nico? You know why you can't? There is no hole to begin with, Nico. If there was I would be in it already, wouldn't I? Hell, if there is any hole at all that was being dug, I would say it's you that is the one digging it for yourself this week. I mean, your bland rhetoric is the same. You admit to being stumped on how to address me this week, and worst of all for you is the knowledge that no matter what you say this week it doesn't nearly have the kind of affect on me that my words I say have on you, and tell me again everything favors you, because this week ain't about me, is it? Right, SURE it isn't. We’ll find out how true of a statement that actually is come this Saturday night.

So you don't agree with the premises of my arguments against you and your failures by comparison to my own. What else is new? You're not supposed to necessarily agree as much as contend with my assertions, Nico. I wouldn't expect that you would because that would be like showing me your hand and then subsequently playing right into mine. You used the word absurd to describe my comparisons, but that's not the case, now is it? What's astonishing to me is how very blind, not to mention predictable you've become. See, at least when I failed against you early on this season I was more than forthcoming about that fact in our last encounter and at the top of this week when I first spoke. Then for no other reason except I guess to keep that fact out in the open you have continuously kept dangling it out there, which says to me what I've been saying, and that's that you are running out of gas. No new material to work with and therefore nothing but repetitive bland rhetoric coming from your mouth. You see, what you don't want to admit, but happens to be nothing but truth, is the fact that we've both have come quite a ways since the beginning. It pains you to admit my rise, so you won't. That's okay, because I have a mouth to speak with just like you so I am more than happy to put that fact out there. You can flaunt the fact that you are fighting for a World title, but that's all it is. I'm so glad you are content with being lauded as the sixth best out of a Hall of fame lot. Gee, look at all the names - Ares, Parker, Dubian, Pizza Boy, whose beaten nearly all of them including you, and it's not hard to guess that the sixth combatant is either going to be Brian Daniels or HRDO himself. The point is not whether I'm right, but the fact that the other five all have a legitimate shot at walking out as the Answers World Champion. So once again your name is simply thrown into the mix. Congratulations. You save face by defeating me in our triple threat a couple weeks back, but it will once again turn out to be all for naught. You talk about my achievement that is the New Breed championship, and how low of a title it is, but how low can it really be compared to yours lately? Nico, we both won titles at Rite of Passage last month, and while the competition was a bit on the meager side in my match, I will admit. You needed a Cash in contract to win yours. How important has that belt been as of late? I mean, you can't honestly tell me the National Elite Championship is looking all that much more prestigious nowadays, now can you? Let's look at the facts, okay? Since the beginning of the Season that title has basically been treated like, oh what's that word you chose to give my New Breed championship, a novelty title? Murrow threw together two battle royals back to back just to name two different number one contenders for separate FPVs all in the effort just to keep some relevance, and the last time it was even defended was well over two months ago. During that time the New Breed championship has actually been featured quite prominently by contrast to the National Elite Championship while the World Title, well that speaks for itself. Ares has been a dominant champion to say the least even given his recent actions concerning the title. Basically, Nico, you cashed in to get a title nobody is even thinking about or competing for, so again bravo, sir. You look real imposing with your own novelty belt there sunshine. Just not imposing enough for me or anyone else to actually keep from degrading your accomplishment. You may try to say I'm grasping at straws, but you wouldn't be so foolish this late in the game to say that because you've been doing the exact same thing this whole week. On Showdown when you are hit with a cold hard dose of reality, and your fate is sealed? Any beliefs left that you may have had to walk away a world champion will have disappeared completely, and that's exactly what I'm counting on.

They say sometimes life's a bitch, that sometimes...sometimes you have to fall down. Learning how to fall, that's the trick. You do it right, you dust yourself off, get back up and do it again, and again, and again, and if you can stand it. If it can make you stronger, then by golly once again, and climb...climb to your pedestal. Standing back up may be a risk, maybe even a mistake, but the real mistake would be not to get back up at all, because then they've truly won, and you've lost. I am where I'm supposed to be at. Where I'm at is due to the decisions I've made and the steps I've taken. Some were missteps, some were well placed. These decisions, these steps? They've held my hands and dragged me this far. This Saturday in Minneapolis St. Paul this elitist chooses to keep moving forward and he chooses to walk away doing nothing else but succeed. At Road To Redemption this elitist chooses to succeed. When it's all said and done that's exactly what will happen, mark my words.

Three words.

What the fuck?!

Is this it? Is this what EAW has resorted to? Yeah, I get it. The Vixens division is bigger than ever. We have Vixens ready to shape our enitre landscape. We have EAW Vixens that can possibly triumph over your highly overrated men. We have Vixens ready to pour our their hearts and soul to represent a main-event in huge events. We have it all! right? 

NO.

Throughout my career, I have explored newer heights. I, Cleopatra didn't only represent EAW, I have represented the women all across the world that thought they wouldn't mount up to anything. When your Kendra's, HBG's and Sabina's were gone, take a quick guess who remained standing to  prevail and keep this division alive? And don't tell me that Cameron was the one. Cameron only got the left-overs once I left and didn't need to prove anything anymore. Cameron was the one who just played a helping hand leading to my fabulous reign as EAW Vixens Champion. Without me, Cameron would be nothing! This division would be nothing! Azumi, you are nothing!

EAW has resorted to placing feeble-minded women like Azumi to be placed in matches with one of the greatest of all times. At first, I thought it was a joke. I even chuckled a little bit. I was doubting that Azumi would even pull out any huge match event in our lifetime but she did it! The very fluke that she is has shocked the entire world and she plans on showing us how much of a bigger fluke the entire Japanese foundation really is! In fact, I'm ready to pounce her ass right back overseas where she belongs. She doesn't deserve to step inside the ring with me. For what? You managed to luckily toss over females that are way better than you in every single definition of this game. It's just funny how you talk about being "prestigious." If you think for one match like that, which was held as a under-card to being exploited as your biggest win of your life, then you're certainly nothing more than I have always said you were. A LOSER! Get the hell out of here by disrespecting the Hall of Fame and people who have actually shed blood and earned their spot to be ahead of underachievers like you. You believe a simple General Manager spot can lift you up to relevance but it's actually exposing the type of dip-shit that you are to the EAW community. There's no way in hell I will bow down to any of your rules. And I'm going to make certain of it with this match. I'm going to torch you so bad that you will be joining Erica Ford and the rest of the EAW Vixen rejects in the hospital. Do you hear that, Azumi? I can hear the sounds of the Queen of the Nile pounding your head into the mat then making you submit to the rightful and true prestigious Vixen of all time. I don't give a shit if this was 2010, 2020, 2050... I'm still at the top of my game. When Cleopatra arrives, everyone eyes down greatness. They know that I have all the power at the palm of my hands. Do you understand? I'm the fastest to ever reach a goal that you have degraded as the Hall of Fame. But maybe since you respect some stupid little kindergarten match so much, I can uphold any other victories that you falsely believe that might happen. You as Vixens Champion? REVOKED! Azumi as Specialist Champion? REVOKED! Azumi as an EAW Hall of Famer? REVOKED? Azumi being worth two-shits to this community? REVOKED! 

I have seriously grown tired of stupid little cunts that believe they are worth an ounce to this industry. ALLOW YOUR GREATEST GENERAL MANAGER AND VIXEN OF ALL TIME SPREAD REALITY! Because many of you dull-minded pest need a reality check to the fact you're just something EAW wants to toy with. If there is any belief that Azumi has a chance at becoming something in this business, then there much be a belief that Godzilla is actual a real story. And I bet Azumi might even think so considering all of her Japanese runts have prepared themselves for this type of attack. But you want to know something else? I'm bigger than Godzilla. I'm bigger than the world itself. This is something no one has even thought of since I returned this year. To top it off, I even revolutionized this place for little children like Azumi to play around and make a fool of themselves. I have built Empire and I don't plan on giving up my throne to all those that reject my authority. I have ran this place like a nail on the wall. I have stuck throughout all the criticism and ignored all the disses thrown at me to continue making Empire the number one most talked about show of all time. From Veena Adams' terrible in-ring ability, to Sheridan Muller destroying her opponents each week and for little breast fed bitches like Azumi to become popular. You should thank me, Azumi. Matter of fact, you ALL should thank YOUR QUEEN! AND THE PTOLEMAIC VIXEN KNOWN AS CLEOPATRA. Honestly, I wasn't expecting to get my hands dirty like this. I wanted to stay retired. I didn't want to embarrass the filth that has stained our division for the longest time coming. I wanted it to remain peaceful and in good hands. I didn't ask for this and I damn sure wasn't planning on fighting for something that shouldn't even became questioned. Since Ken Stark has oppressed us by continuing to make bad decisions, its only right for me to correct this stupid plot. For Azumi to become our General Manager for 24 hours is about to be voided. Nothing ever sparked me to continue my in-ring career but this is it! Azumi, you may think this isn't the Cleopatra of old that you speak of. However, this is something much dangerous than the "TAKE MY BREATH AWAY," Cleopatra. This is war and a rising stake of reimbursement of all the pain and headaches that you and the rest of the Empire women that are thoughtless. I'm going to rise above you and all the doubters. I'm going to crush the dreams that GOD had never planned for you... And in the end, you may be right. THIS IS YOUR YEAR, INDEED!

THIS IS THE YEAR THAT AZUMI GETS HER ASS WHOOPED. 

AND YOU CAN BANK ON IT BITCH!


▲ ; )

 

Do you know what time it is, Aria? The day, the hour, the minute? I do. It’s 6:11 PM in the Eastern US time zone. That means that you have a little over 48 hours remaining of being a relevant fixture of the Voltage program. In just two days, I am going to make sure that your name will be uttered only by those who hearken to a time before my arrival when they think about all those wonderful, fuzzy nostalgic things that make them feel happy about their miserable lives.

You seem to have gotten a little subdued, My Little Technicolor Twit. Have you suddenly lost your appetite for talking trash? Has someone made you privy to the fact that you about to fight Carnage Incarnate and made you aware of all the painful sensations that you should look forward to? From the little speech you made it seems like you still don’t understand.

The funny thing about what you’re saying is that I actually WAS strapped down to the gurney with the IV needles in my arm. The state of North Carolina was prepared to end my existence, denying the likes of you of my glorious company. But I was spared at the very last of moments. Why? Because someone realized that the Denizen of Carnage had more work to do. They realized that there were still all manners of bitches, bastards and hooligans who needed to learn what real suffering was. And I have delivered on that promise of a new beginning, tearing through beings as I pleased. This “Self-Important Piece of Shit”, as you so eloquently referred to me, doesn’t consider a wrestling ring, a prison yard, or a patch of grass my dominion. My dominion is the ENTIRE WORLD.

Lance Hart is a lot of things. I personally found him to be nothing more than a weakling shitstain on the underwear of life, but he is now my employer. And by being my employer he means microscopically more to me than you do. What backwards and foolish logic that you use, you hypocritical little cunt. You say that I am the target? That I am the one standing there with a bullseye on my forehead to go through? You are very much wrong. I am the arrow. I am the poison-tipped arrowhead that will pierce your pathetic body and let my toxins fill you with the hopelessness and despair of the defeat and suffering to come. I still don’t believe that you understand that this is not a game. This is not something that I take off and on every day like a mask and go home and play video games with my traveling buddies. I am not Eclipse Deimos or any other of your fake monsters.

I am a living catastrophe, a blight that humanity had a chance to put down but foolishly allowed to live. Your spirit and fearlessness are commendable, but your stupidity is not. But then…. you’re not necessarily the best judge of people are you. I mean, look at some of the people that you have allied yourself with in the past. Stephanie Matsuda didn’t think twice of leaving you behind. Cailin Dillon isn’t exactly the most loyal person in the world. And I’m not going to even begin talking about some of the romantic decisions that you have made during your stay in Elite Answers Wrestling. Myself on the other hand? I have no need of relying on things such as friends or family to achieve anything or defend myself against vast groups larger than me. You have always cowered behind your friends, doing just enough to survive against competition vastly inferior to the challenge that awaits you Sunday.

Another thing that you seem not to be very understanding of is that you behave as if I were some sort of clandestine criminal. That I hid and cowered like the Mafia or some chickenshit gang like the Trinitarios or the Irish Mob. I have no need to hide. I have no need to NOT be caught. In fact, some of the things that I have done were with the INTENT of being captured, so that people would understand that they live in a world where a man like myself freely and openly beats the weakness out of his enemies and ends the existence of those who are unfit to survive in this plane. You are not dealing with some small-time hood that got lost and was arrested, you are dealing with an intelligent, malicious human being who lives for proving the unworthiness of people such as yourself to even breathe air.

You’ve been training for years for this job? So fucking what. How long you’ve been doing this job and how long you’ve been holding that cup are irrelevant. The reality that you speak of doesn’t exist, little girl. It’s just as mythological and pointless as the religions that weak, emotionally crippled humans like you who need someone else to define their moments of existence in my world. I have been destroying people your size, my size and everything in between since you were in Hello Kitty Panties in middle school touching yourself to Justin Timberlake posters. I am not a wrestler by trade. I am a vicious, rampaging murdering bastard. While you are brave to try to speak into existence the possibility of beating me the fact remains that the odds are quite slim. The Young Lions Cup is of no real consequence to me. The real pleasure, the real victory, is going to be watching the absolute horror in your eyes when the hardest hit that you have in your tiny, weak little body can muster glances off me like a pebble hitting a tank.

You still believe that I am something derived from “this world”. That I am a person that comes here totally unprepared for what EAW has to offer. I have faced many who have roamed the halls of EAW and I can assure you that I have nothing to fear. Even this soft new generation of ingrates has nothing that I cannot best. And neither do you. It’s really amusing to me though. You disparage me for assuming that I, correctly, am very like you to beat you to death where you stand…yet you sit around and blindly throw out accusation after accusation, blindly declare your own victory without even having had the privilege of being struck by me. You will be made to remember your ignorance, one soul-crushing blow at a time. I do have a fun time thinking of mythology to compare you to and there was one thing that I could think of that describes you perfectly. I’m sure even an uncultured slut such as yourself has heard of the story of Daedalus and Icarus, yes? Well, to make a long story short, Icarus had wings that his father crafted so that the two of them could escape from the Labyrinth. Icarus, ignoring his father and sealing his own fate, flew too high towards the sun. The wax that was holding the wings together melted, sending Icarus crashing to his doom.

Your wings are your abilities in the wrestling ring. Your hubris is your steadfast belief that I am just another name that is to be crossed off your list and not feared. Your destination, instead of escape from the labyrinth, is an escape from being cooped up on Empire with the rest of the women. You can’t just stand being the center of one show, can you? You have to have your pretty little face all over the world, don’t you? It’s all about you and your pathetic desires to “make history”. Do you know what I am in this parable, Pinky?

I AM THE FUCKING SUN!

MY RAYS WILL MELT YOUR FUCKING SKILLS AND SEND YOU CRASHING INTO THE FUCKING OCEAN OF YOUR OWN IGNORANCE!

That is what is going to happen. Please, keep telling me all these wonderful things that you want to assume about my life and my reason for existence. Please compare me to all these pushover, inferior warriors that you’ve conquered. I want to hear every last insult, every last word of warning that you have for me. I want you to get so close to your own freedom that you can taste it. So I can snatch it away. Over. And over. And over. And over. And over.

One other thing. There WAS someone who did manage to muster the courage to try to make me “his beyotch” as he called it in prison. Things didn’t end well for this gentleman. One day after declaring that he had some “something for me” and me rejecting his advances rather swiftly, he was found bleeding in his own bed bunk, crying like a newborn baby. His eye was missing. No one particularly knows how it wound up being missing but EVERYBODY wanted to blame it on me though. I would never do such a thing…. I would have cut both eyes out so that he would match.

And so, the time continues to pass by. We are so close to that fateful meeting now, aren’t we? This is the biggest match of your career to date, even though you will not admit it. This is a chance for you to step towards something very few thought possible when you first arrived. You have proven yourself worthy of competing with inferior beings to the point that you and the world around you are deluded into believing that you are a superior being. The prize that you have earned is to be the first person to be welcomed to the new reality that EAW will face for all of 2017. A reality that I will be ushering in with my bare hands. A reality that you refuse to acknowledge the existence of but, ironically enough, will be made into full blossom using your blood.

You have worked hard, Aria. You have made all of your dreams come true and for what it’s worth I respect that. You have done well and I want you to know that if you’re not crippled by the time I’m through with you, there may be a place, a purpose, a use for you in my world. Maybe it involves you standing at my side or kneeling at my feet, of that I’m not quite certain. But there are three things that which I am very certain of.

Number One: When this match is over, you will realize what a foolish thing it was to believe monsters don’t exist. They are very real. They don’t even have to do otherworldly things. A true monster is a being that does whatever it wants without a shred of remorse or guilt. Everything that I do in life I do without an ounce of pity for the unfortunate fools to cross my path.

Number Two: When this match is over, The Voltage roster and management is put on notice. I wasn’t signed to the brand to play nice or wait my turn or pay my dues. I am not some fourth-round draft pick who will be content holding a clipboard and sitting behind some past their prime loser. I am here to compete and destroy. Mostly destroy. The competition seems to be quite on the scarce end. For fucks sake, you lot allowed A WOMAN, not a very talented one at that, to claim your Young Lions Cup. I will do all of you a service by retrieving it from the weaker sex and sparing one of your so-called champions a token defense of the title.

Number Three: And this is the most important one Aria because it’s just about you. And I want you to be perfectly clear that I mean this when I say it:

 

YOUR BODY WILL ASSUME IT’S PROPER FORM WHEN MY FISTS HAVE TORN IT APART!

YOU, JUST LIKE EVERYTHING THAT EXISTS ON EARTH, WILL BE GROUND TO ASHES UNDERNEATH MY HEEL!

(The scene starts with David sitting in The R.A.D. Betting Agency…psych! Today, David is on a field trip. Exciting huh? He's outside some building in St. Paul, Minnesota. It's cold and David is out of hot chocolate. This might not end well. So David grabs the door handle until he hears something off into the distance.)

???: DAAAAAAAAVIIIID! Wait up! 

(It's that interviewer and camera guy again and they get out of their tricked out Fiat. What are the chances? Starting to think this awful interviewer put a tracking chip in my head. They sprint towards David. Well their sprint is more of a light jog, but they finally get to David, as they try to catch their breath.)

David: Interviewer, camera guy. How art thou? 

Interviewer: Good…are you being nice for once? What is going on? Are you dying? David you know I'm not emotionally prepared for that. We've had so many great memories you know? 

David: No, I don't know. Name em. Give me your top ten! Da-da-da, da-da-da! Get it? That was my SportsCenter noise thing. Ok, cool. 

Interviewer: There was this one time where-

(The interviewer thinks back and just remembers David and Jack yelling at him Gordon Ramsay style.)

Interviewer: Never mind…so what is this place? Why are we here? 

(David takes his glasses off all dramatic-like. He breathes in the air. Reaches into his fanny pack and grabs a few Cinnamon Toast Crunch squares and eats them for an awkward twenty seconds. Just dead silence, well other than David’s smacking.)

David: Sorry, I needed some energy for this thing I'm doing today. Wanted a healthy little snack because after all, I am a world class athlete. So what is this place, you ask? This is the place that'll change my life. I'm here to stop my gambling addiction for— hey camera guy, zoom in on my face. 

(The camera guy does what he's asked)

David: FOOORRRREVVVVVAAA! No more will gambling ruin my life! Let's go inside. 

(David opens the door for the cameraman and walks right behind him, shutting the door in the interviewer’s face.)

Receptionist: Oh my god! David Davidson! My son is such a big fan of—

David: Ma’am, please, I'm human just like everybody else. So what if I'm a big deal, you know? I still put both shoes on at the same time like everybody else. 

Interviewer: I think the saying is you put one shoe on at a time like everybody else. 

Receptionist: Why is that odd and weird looking man talking? 

David: Yeah, I'm sorry you had to see that. 

Interviewer: Wait, see what? 

David: Your face, of course. You're a freak of nature, you baboon. So receptionist lady, what is your name? 

Receptionist: Nikki. 

David: Okay Nikki—

Interviewer: Wait you asked for her name? We've known each other for months and you never let me tell you my name. 

David: Okay say your name, for all to hear! 

Interviewer: Really? This is my big moment! Finally, my name is (bleep)

David: Hey camera guy, when you edit this video, bleep his name out. Nobody cares about that. Okay so Mickey, where do I go to fix my gambling addiction? 

Nikki: It's Ni— actually no, you can call me whatever you want. Like I said, me and my son are huge fans of yours! You and Jack are just the sweetest. I just want to thank you for being such great role models! I also want to thank you for saving that old woman from a fire when you were on Dynasty Wrestling. That took a lot of courage and bravery. This world is in a better place with you on it. 

(The interviewer can't believe what he is hearing and looks at the camera awkwardly like Jim Halpert from The Office. So David walks through the door and sees a professional doctor or whatever and sits in a circle. The other people see the camera and get up from their seats to cover their faces. David is confused.)

David: Huh, why are these people so afraid of being on camera? It's just gambling, people! 

Doctor Dude: Umm, gambling? No, this room is for people that are unfortunately addicted to porn. 

David: Oooh! Question, have you ever helped a guy by the name of Ryan Marx?

Doctor Dude: Hmmm, that name sounds kind of familiar. 

David: HAHAHAHAHAHA! Knew it! Okay so I'm gonna leave you freaks alone. 

(David goes in the right room this time and sees another Doctor dude. Fast forward a few minutes in.)

Doctor #2: Okay David, I'm here to help you become the best version of you that you can be! So I wanna see if you're a compulsive gambler! Just say yes or no to each question. Do you spend more money on gambling than you can afford?

David: Nope. 

Doctor Dude #2: Are your personal relationships ruined by gambling? Does gambling get in the way of work? Have you committed fraud to support your gambling habits? 

David: No. No. And nooo. 

Doctor Dude #2: Welp David, I believe you are not addicted to gambling. 

David: Okay cool. You obviously know what you're talking about. You put so much effort into this! Really got my money’s worth. 

(David shakes the dude’s hand and leaves. David leaves the building. He turns back at the camera and starts yelling for no reason.)

David: I TOLD YOU RYYYYYAN! Im not addicted to gambling! That professional I saw clearly knew what he was talking about. He got his degree from the University of Phoenix online! You look like the biggest idiot right now, Ryan! Eat crow!

(The interviewer gets in the shot with a picture of Ryan on his phone)

Interviewer: LOOK AT DISSS DOOOD! HAHAHAHAHAHA! OH NO NO NO! LOOK AT HIS—

David: What are you doing, huh? Were you about to make fun of Ryan Marx? That's uncalled for. Apologize. 

Interviewer: What? Fi-fine. I'm sorry, Ryan. 

David: Yeah Ryan, he means well. He's just…not all there? Yeah, he's not all there. That much is true. So um yeah, I wanted to do a camera change BUT THERE IS ONLY ONE CAMERA HERE! WAY TO GO INTERVIEWER! THAT IS STRIKE 29! Sorry, you all had to see that. Ok sup Ryan? Chillin’? That's coo’. I just want to give you a quick shoutout for no longer playing with a coin because like I said, it was very odd and it made me uncomfortable. I mean, I didn't know I was reacting to a try not to cringe compilation, so a heads up would've been nice. Also thanks for fixing your tie. That was distracting. If you didn't, I'm sure Steve Harvey would've fixed it for you. What, nobody has watched Family Feud? What a bunch of weirdos. Now, I took the time to write down notes, while I listened to you talk last night, Ryan. I would've organized this rebuttal better, but I was running short on time because somebody was so convinced I had a gambling problem. Okay let's get this started, shall we? So the first thing I have written down is that you claim you have followers that cling onto your every word. So basically, you're kind of like that Cody Marshall dude? He has followers. Or what about that Eclipse dude on Voltage? He has followers. Everybody has followers. I mean, I don't mean to brag but I have almost 200k followers on Twitter, it's whatever. But I guess you’re this great leader, with stolen philosophies. I just hope they stay away from the kool-aid. DON’T DOOOO IT! IT’S A TRAP! Kind of like how this match is a trap because we are going to win..that is if Rex is on his best behavior on commentary this week, which is something you shouldn't hope for. Because you see Rye, yeah I'm going to call you Rye because I like that bread! But anyways, if you ruffle Rex’s feathers this Saturday and he charges into the ring and beats the shit out of you, which will just be a Road to Redemption preview for things to come, then he saves you from further embarrassment. He saves you from complete and utter annihilation! He saves you from a worse beating from The High Rolllllllerrrrzzzzz! Because I'm not like that interviewer over there. I'm not clueless! I know this outcome of Rex interfering will likely go down. It is what it is. I mean after all, it's all about you! It's all about Ryan Marx! Showdown is his show! The people don't care about The High Rollerz! Right? At least, that's what your flawed way of thinking wants you to believe. You are narcissistic after all and hey, I'm not denying that I’m narcissistic as well. It's a pot meet kettle situation. 

(David looks back down at his notepad. He rips the first sheet of paper and crumples it into a ball and throws it at the interviewer. A replay is shown in slow motion. Just great form by David on this throw. Looking like a young Tom Brady right there. Notice how he stepped into this throw and the follow through! Just beautiful!)

David: Wow, please don't litter, Mr. Interviewer. We only have one earth. Treat it well! Okay so let's see here! Imagine the Jeopardy music is playing right now as I figure out what is next. Oh here we go! Ryan, Ryan, Ryan…you half-assed these points didn't you? Minus five points from you. What points, you ask? That's top secret but he's fucked nonetheless. So he's bragging about being in a title match at Road to Redemption, while The High Rollerz have yet to be booked for the same FPV! Whoa! You mean to tell me that the elitists that just debuted on Showdown last week isn't booked for a FPV? WHAT AN OUTRAGE! YOU GOT US THERE RYAN! I mean, you should be surprised we aren't booked because while we were on Dynasty about a year ago, we qualified for an EAW Tag Team Championship match at House of Glass, like two weeks into our EAW careers. We didn't win. Not because we were out wrestled or outmatched, but because there were like five teams in that cage and Mark Michaels got pinned. What a sloot. He ruins everything. So you two would get along for sure. But when it comes to you at Road to Redemption, it's all on you. You can't blame anybody but yourself if you don't get the job done. How embarrassing would that be? To lose in such a big match in front of all those people? Hey, no pressure. So then you go on to talk about how your name will be remembered and ours won't! Ohhhhh! Shots, am I right? But I agree, your name will be remembered. Oh yeah, it will. Well, your last name will be remembered because it is already remembered by millions. Yes, I am speaking about Karl Marx. I see what you did there. You chose his last name because you thought it would be cool because you want to be this big philosopher! It's cute really. But to say nobody will remember us? Or that nobody gives a flying fuck about The High Rollerz? Nah man, you said that because you were all caught up in your feelings, dawg. People clearly remember us. That receptionist in this building behind me? She remembers us. Somehow even Rex remembers us even though I don't remember him being here. I mean he did pick us to face you in a handicap match. If he wasn't familiar with our previous work, then do you actually believe he would've chosen “two no namers”? Nah, that would've been stupid. It's something that the interviewer would've done. Like Jack pointed out, we were on Dynasty for only a few months and now we come back and people are welcoming us back with open arms because since we left? The tag division hasn't been the same. You see the tag team scene needed a shot in the arm. It needed to be rejuvenated! Look no further, than The High Rollerz. And yeah I know they have this whole tag team tourney thing to crown the new Tag Team champions. A tournament we missed out on because we did dot our I’s and cross our T’s fast enough. But just look at those teams. Most of them are just random pairings or new guys that will fizzle out within the next few weeks. And when the new champs are crowned, eventually one of them will turn on the other, no matter how great their chemistry appears to be! That's how it works in professional wrestling. I mean, we got a close look at exactly that at House of Glass last year, when we saw Ryan Savage turn on Mr. DEDEDE! They were such great friends! Ohhhh nooooo! See, our lifelong friendship is just one of many advantages we have over our competition. Unlike them, we aren't looking for singles success. We aren’t looking to capture individual awards and trophies. We just want to go down as the greatest tag team this industry has ever seen! EZPZ! 

David: And I guess I got something wrong when I said you can't distinguish pain from pleasure. You go on to say they are on the same level! And if I ever listened to what you had to say in the past, then I would know this. Yeah, you're right. But I haven't listened to your past speeches. Why would I do that to myself? Didn't I call you uninteresting the last time I spoke? Yeah, so why listen to you even more than I have to? Plus when I talked about the whole pain and pleasure concept of yours, I said and I quote, “Aren't you the dude that can't distinguish pain from pleasure?” Yeah Ryan, notice I'm asking a question here because I didn't know for sure! Whoa, crazy right? Because I don't know much about you, Ryan. I just know you're some BS Karl Marx wannabe philosopher. That's it. Maybe if you had some accolades to go along with that “great mind” of yours, I'd know more, but nope. I'm just working with the information you give me, so this is clearly all your fault and you should feel bad about yourself. Do me a favor and spray yourself with water like when a cat acts up. BAD! Moving on, you think we get offended when you use the word “gambler.” Holy f***, what? Have we ever said we don't like to gamble? Being labeled a gambler, doesn't offend me. I'm not some overly sensitive p**** like some people. What we didn't like is the stereotypes that you in fact used. Not only that, but using the word addict. We aren't gambling addicts. I proved that like five minutes ago. We do know what we are doing. You can laugh at these remarks all you want, or even label them as “excuses” since that fits your whole agenda. It's a hobby, we are good at it. Sue me. That's all I'm going to say about it for now. So does that about sum it up? Pretty much. So yeah Ryan, prove us wrong! Be the little engine that could! Climb that ladder of success! Or, just waste another five months of your life. Either or. My bet is on the latter. 

(The scene fades to black, dun dun dun)

(The scene starts with Ahren sitting in his car, talking on his phone)

Ahren: Yeah its cool Autumn, I got other stuff going on anyways. Tag teams really ahren’t my thing anyways.



Phone: why do you keep calling me
 
Ahren: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey… Relax. Don’t blame yourself. Hey, it wasn’t your fault. It just means that this team, has to part ways. Cherish the memories we have together Autumn Raven, I won’t speak poorly of you, it just wasn’t meant to be, that is all. Now I got other trill things poppin off, so I’m going to need to hang up now, and get to them. Good bye Autumn.. HELLO WINTER!! See what I did there? Because it’s almost winter? No? You’re Autumn? No.. Ok

Phone: Never call this number again *click*

Ahren: Right… Well then.. ON TO MY NEW SUPER TRILL THING!
 
(The camera pans out and shows Ahren in his bright pink Lamborghini. He turns on the radio all the way to 11 (spinal tap reference) and has bad boys blaring.. he starts speaking, with the accent of that cop/detective from South Park)

 
It's a tough time in these streets. I've seen a lot of trill things go down in my time... but lately I've been seeing a lot of... not trill things. Yes I'm known as the trill fairy, and this I forever will be. People deserve to be rewarded for the trill things they do. But as for the people that do.. not trill things, they deserve to be punished. So I've decided to take the lawr into my own hands, I’m taking these streets back the only way I know how. I’m becoming a Carp, an Officer of the LAWRRRRR.. I am... the trill police! I've got tickets, and I'm ready to give them to anyone who isn't trill. I should've given one to that god damn interviewer, but he's already gone, he got lucky. The people on these streets... they won't be so lucky!! OH GOD, LOOK!! THAT'S AGAINST THE LAWWRRRRRRRR


 

(A car takes a right on red without signaling)
 
Let's do this!! 
 

(He puts a police cherry siren on top of the lambo and speeds after the perp.. the car which is a Lexus, doesn't put up a fight and pulls to the side of the road)
 
Ahren: Ha got the sombitch! 
 

(He gets his tickets out and walks to the car. When he gets there the driver is very empathetic)
 
Lexus driver: I'm so sorry officer.. wait, you're not a cop

 
Ahren: Hold on there buddy. I am an officer of the lawr... the trill lawr.. and you have made an infraction on said lawr..

 

Lexus driver: lawr? What is the lawr? Are you trying to say law? Why are you adding an unnecessary r?

 

Ahren: well normally I add an unnecessary d if ya know what I mean, wanted to change it up 

 

Lexus driver: is... is that a rape joke??

 

Ahren: WTF NOOO YOU FREAK... it's an anal joke 

 

Lexus driver: oh... wait wtf is this!! What is trill law anyway!!

 

Ahren: Trill lawr is what keeps everyone in line, so they follow the rules and keep it trill. If you do untrill things you get a ticket buddy for I am the lawr

 

Lexus driver: ok so what I do!

 

Ahren: you turned without signaling, against the lawr therefore you get this ticket, you sommmmmmbitch



(He gives the driver the ticket, and the drivers eyes nearly pop out of his stupid face)



Lexus driver: $500,000?!!!! I didn’t even do anything wrong!!  I was in the right turn lane!! You don’t need to signal!!!

 

Ahren: You can afford it don't give me that, you drive a Lexus 

 

Lexus driver: you drive a lambo!!!

 

Ahren: how do you think I pay for it??? Sommmmmmmmmbitttches like you, who can’t follow the lawrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

 

Lexus driver: Ok I’m gonna go now, you have no authority, I’m not paying this, go to hell
 
(He starts to drive off)
 
Ahren: WE HAVE A 10-31!!!!
 
(Ahren runs to his Lambo, hops in, puts the siren on and chases after dat sooommmmmmmmmmmbitch)

 
Ahren: You see how untrill this person was? All it was, was a routine untrill stop, and he had to make a big deal out of it. Now I have to go above the lawr, and be the badass trill carp that I have to be..
 
(Ahren speeds his Lambo Fast and the Furious style, and hits the E break right in front of the Lexus driver. The Lexus Driver slams on the breaks, but the force of the speed and hitting into Ahren car flips the Lexus and it flips and flips and slides into on coming traffic. Where he is hit again, and spins some more. Imagine a pinball, that is the Lexus Driver right now. It’s like a game of Rocket League, and he’s the ball. Just being passed around car to car like a Hungarian hooker. Anyways he broke the lawr so he deserves this, he’s a bad man. His car has been hit so many times its shrunk significantly in size by the way. It’s like when a guy gets out of a swimming pool and he’s suffering from shrinkage, it happens. But this car will never make a comeback, it’s wrecked, forever and ever. I feel like I’ve been writing about this scene for too long, and should move on, so I will. In 3-2-1…)

 
Ahren: Well… That wasn’t my intention, but when you run from the lawr, you get got. Plus he ruined my car, I mean it’s ok, he’ll obviously pay for all the damages, on top of the Trill Ticket.
 
(Ahren drives over to the ruined car, gets out and goes to the drivers window, and kneels down. Miraculously, he’s still in alive in his little box clown car that used to be a Lexus, his arm hanging out the window)
 
Ahren: Well sir,  you’re in quite the conundrum ahren’t you? Not only did you not use a turn signal, you ran from the lawr, you crashed into my car, you crashed into several cars, just everything you could do wrong you did. SOOOO I’m upping the ticket to 5 million dollars, just sign this here check and I’ll be on my way.
 

(The Lexus Drivers barely conscious body just stares at Ahren)
 
Ahren: Don’t give me that look, you can pay it, you drive a Lexus, you can afford it
 

(Ahren reaches into the mans car and grabs his wallet to see what his name is. Then grabs the mans hand, puts a pen in it. Then puts 2 Million dollars on the check, and signs the mans name for him, because he’s really helpful)
 
Ahren: Pleasure doing business with you… Now move your car, you’re obstructing traffic…
 
(Ahren walks away from the scene, as the scene gets wider as he’s walking further away. You can see that there’s about 20 cars piled up, fires everywhere. Bloody people crawling on the ground, just a disaster of a scene)

 
Ahren: Don’t worry folks I’m not a hero, just a carp. Riding this city of one untrill person at a time.. Ok no, you’re right I am a hero, a Trill Hero…
 
(He walks off, as the camera focuses on the chaos behind him, and it fades to black)

VOLTAGE PROMO #1

 
[Inside the offices of EAW’s resident psychiatrist Dr. Erik Vance, we watch as he scans through several documents, all concerning a single Elitists.  Obviously, those documents are the medical files and reports regarding Zack Crash and his newly developed state of being.  His expression is confused and dumbfounded as he proceeds from document to document, unaware of how to process what he is reading.  Special ESP-like powers, a indefinable accent, seeing things and people that aren’t there?!  It is all unlike any form of psychosis or mental condition Vance has ever encountered before, even in his favorite client and former EAW wrestler Psycho Brody.  For the first time in his career, his magnificently brilliant mind doesn’t know what to do.  A hard rapping at his office door interrupts his professional musings, and he is forced to file the papers away in his desk drawer before standing to greet his visitor.] 
 
Dr. Erik Vance:  Come in.
 
[The door burst open with a flourish, and standing in the frame of the door is “Damaged” Zack Crash, in all his Broken gloriousness.  His arms are spread wide in an angelic pose, his smile and eyes wider than should be permitted by decent society, and a random man behind him holding a stereo, from which plays Zack’s new theme, Four Seasons Summer Preston by the great Vivaldi.  After a brief moment of it playing, with a wave Zack dismisses the stereo holder, who obeys at once and departs in haste.  As Zack enters the office, he declares in a loud voice…]
 
Zack Crash:  Doctour…I kneew you’d come!
 
[Vance looks confused for a moment, unable to understand how Zack “knew he’d come” if it’s him coming into his office.  But Vance ignores this and offers Zack a chair, which he accepts with a small bow before planting himself within it.  Vance then takes his own place behind his desk.  Ever since Zack recovered from his match at Shock Value, Dr. Vance has been ordered by EAW Medical to oversee his mental recovery.  The task has been…interesting to say the least.]  
 
Dr. Erik Vance:  Well…ummm…
 
[There is a long, awkward silence, in which Vance doesn’t know how to begin.  It isn’t helping his composure that Zack is continually starring at him, his wide eyes refusing to blink and his smile so huge you can count every tooth he has in his mouth.  Vance takes a moment to shake the uncomfortable feelings from his mind before trying a fresh start.]
 
Dr. Erik Vance:  I appreciate you coming to see me today.  I understand you’re a busy man and that your time is precious.
 
[Zack waves his hand dismissively, as if nothing could be less important to him.]
 
Zack Crash:  Thenk nothing of it my good fellow.  Tis a joy and a pleasure to count myself in such august company. 
 
Dr. Erik Vance:  Yes…quite.  Well I asked you here today as a follow up to our previous sessions just to see how you’re doing and how you are…
 
[Vance gives a quick cough.]
 
Dr. Erik Vance: …adjusting to your new circumstances.
 
[Zack gives a laugh straight from the gut that sounds like a bark.]
 
Zack Crash:  Ho ho ho ho!  I am adjusteng quite well.  Thank you for your inquiry.
 
Dr. Erik Vance:  You’re certain?  No…delusions of grandeur?  No…adverse side effects to the trauma?
 
[Zack looks gently puzzled.]
 
Zack Crash:  Trauma?  Oh!  You mean the Encident Of Truth!  No my fair doctour!  My mind has never been more sane and clear.
 
[Vance looks skeptical about this claim, but yet again he gives no voice to it.]
 
Dr. Erik Vance:  Glad to uhhh…hear that.  So, tell about how things have been since you’re…“Incident Of Truth.”
 
[Zack’s smile widens to ungodly proportions (even that is even possible), clearly delighted at being asked this question.  It’s almost as if he’s been waiting to get asked this question.]
 
Zack Crash:  It has been a wondrous odysseey of discovery everyday!  Why just this morning, I learned of yet another new abelety I own.
 
Dr. Erik Vance:  Really?
 
Zack Crash:  Oh yes.  I was taking my early morning sabbatical through the woods around the Crash Compound, when suddenly I heard the trees speak to me.
 
[Vance raises an eyebrow at this.]
 
Dr. Erik Vance:  Now when you say this you mean you felt a peace and calm with nature?
 
Zack Crash:  No.  I mean the trees literally spoke to me.
 
Dr. Erik Vance:  The trees…talked…to you?
 
Zack Crash:  Yes!
 
[Vance looks like he is about to reach the end of his patience.]
 
Dr. Erik Vance:  And what exactly did they talk to you about?
 
Zack Crash:  They told me a most fascinating tale about the birth of our Earth, and it’s relation to the Shatter-verse.  Apparently our world is trapped inside a snow globe belonging to the God of the Shatter-verse.  And did you know, a man once crossed over physically into the Shatter-verse, and was dazzled so much by it’s beauty, he cried everyday for the rest of his life?  Isn’t that just deelightful!  
 
[Unable to stand it any longer, Vance buries his face into his palms and sighs very deeply.  Zack adopts a worried expression, unsure why the Doctor has done this.]
 
Zack Crash:  Doctour!  Are you feeling well?  Perhaps you must rest your weary mind.  I’ve recently learned a most calming meditation technique from the–
 
[But before Zack can mention whom he has learned this meditation from, Vance slams his palm onto his desk.  When he looks up, his face is contorted, his hair slightly disheveled, and his tone angered.] 
 
Dr. Erik Vance:  It’s “doctor”!  You understand?!  Doc…tor!  It’s not “docTOUR”!  There is no TOUR!  And you didn’t learn any meditation from the Great Llama for whatever!  You don’t have ANY special powers!  You come in here and continuously spout nonsense, and I can’t take it anymore!  I won’t listen to it anymore!  No for the love of all that is good and holy, will you please…speak…ENGLISH!!! 
 
[Vance breathes heavily as he takes a moment to rest from his sudden outburst.  He stares daggers at Zack, hoping his sight can pierce him as much as his words did.  But Zack does not looked pierced at all.  Rather he looks pityingly at the doctor, shakes his head, and sighs in exasperation.]
 
Zack Crash:  But my good doctour, have I not been speeking Eenglish this entire time?  Oh dear!  I hope I did not suddenly transfer to one of the yet undiscovered languages accidentally.  I apologize.  I have yet to mastor certain traits, and I find myself often switching between my native tongue and that of the Ungoos of Alpha 21.       
 
[This has done it!  This is the last straw for the doctor.  He smiles maniacally, and begins laughing uncontrollably.  He bounces up and down, while flicking his lips, looking like a giant cartoon all the while.  He trashes his office, throwing books and other odds and ends everywhere.  Finally, as he starts to rip off his clothes, he goes screaming into the hallway.  Zack still sits calmly in the chair, having observed this mental breakdown, seemingly without reacting.  Finally, he looks over the doctors devastation of his own office, follows his exit path before quietly musing to himself…]
 
Zack Crash:  What a stranger person.
 
[Zack gets up and begins to reassemble the office to its previous condition.  After a long while, he has it looking as clean and sophisticated as it did when he first entered.  In a perverse twist however, instead of taking his former chair, he instead sits in Dr. Vance’s own chair behind his desk, folding his hands in front of him as he looks into the camera, ready to finally address his Voltage opponent.]
 
Zack Crash:  Broken Enlightenment is not an easy burden to bear.  At first I was overjoyed and excited at my new abilities and my greater view of the world around me.  I was but an innocent child once again, experience everything in the world anew.  But alas, I have also learned that such things are not viewed as such by those not blessed with similar enlightenment.  New experiences, new things frighten others, and instead of discovery, they see only buffoonery and insanity.  This is what I have been met with for much of my reawakening.  Those who once respected me and feared me now look on with mockery and disdain for what I have become.  But I do not fault those who look at me so, nor do I gaze upon them with equal measure.  They are but lost lambs, either guided by false sheppards, or lost in the dark woods as wolves hunt them.  They know not of what they speak.  The 7 Spirits have taught me that such ignorance is a mark of innocence, and innocence must never been hated, but educated instead.  It is also part of my quest, they tell me, that I must be target to their slings and arrows, for the martyrs are the ones who will change the world.  So I will suffer their insults and bear their mockery, for it is my honor to do so in the name of the Shatter-verse and Broken Enlightenment.  And because sooner or later, the sun shall shine on them and they shall see the truth!  Meekadams now sees the truth!  He thought I was but a shell of who I once was, and while he was correct in that proclomation, he was mistaken in what that meant.  Much like a caterpillar, I have shed my outer shell to emerge a wondrous and majestic butterfly, while he was just a lowly worm in the dirt.  But one win does not convince a world.  Many will still question my mental faculties and laugh at my Broken Enlightenment.  But I shall laugh with them!  HAHAHAHAHAHA!  Only my laugh is not a laugh intended to mock; my laugh is a laugh intended to show their words mean notheng to me!  Such pettiness means not to one who has achieved such a state of existence as I have.  For truth shall always prevail in the end!  And I care not how many men I must vanquish, how much arrogance I have to ERASE!       
 
Yet I feel something strange in regard to my opponent this week…Naseer Capeetanee!  I look at him, I listen to him, and I feel a deep…kindred spirit connection with this man.  Naseer of the clan Capeetanee, I feel like you are also one whom the Shatter-verse may have blessed with Broken Enlightenment!  This is indeed a glorious occasion!  Never before have two men, touched with such greatness, stood together in the same ring in EAW or no this Earth.  This will be a moment the future prophets shall inscribe down upon the stones for all to read and remember!  But you have yet to awaken your “Damaged” mind or the abilities that go with it.  Do not fret however.  Such things will evolve over time.  And I shall guide you to such imparity.  But more on that when you are ready.  For now, we must meet on the battlefield of glory and brilliance.  I have gazed into the Shatter-verse and foreseen that our encounter shall be the stuff of legend.  Yet though I respect ye very greatly, alas I am afraid that only one of us shall taste the heavenly nectoor that is called victory…and I shall be the one who once again taste that sweet, delightful victory.  Do not blame yourself my good fellow, for this outcome was foretold in the ether of the Shatter-verse.  And it is through no fault of your own.  You are indeed a capable, skilled young man, who has suffered through many a harrowing trial, only to come out the other end stronger than before.  Yet you also lack several qualities that one requires in order to defeat a man of Broken Enlightenment, such as myself.
 
One…while you do have potential to reach that next stage of human eevelution as I have, the sad fact is you have no yet reached that stage.  Your soul remains relatively clean, unscarred, and undamaged!  My eyes see into your soul, and what I see is a soul full of youth, filled with boundless energy and ability, yet to gain many of experiences needed to harden it.  My soul has experienced an old man’s sufferings.  Through my Incident Of Truth, I have endured a crucible that felt like generation upon generation of hardship, strife, and sadness.  But those experiences only made me stronger.  I opened the portal that is dormant inside all of us, and through it I gained truth, insight, and many other wonderous things.  I have been “Damaged” by this ordeal, but it has turned me into something different…something stronger…better than human!  It is why I wear the title “Damaged” not with self-pity or with sympathy…but with pride!  It is a sign of what I once was, and what I have now become.  Maybe you will be one to scoff and turn up your nose at all this.  Maybe you will think like many others that I am but a shadow of my previous form.  If that is how you wish to think, I advise you direct your attention to Mr. Meekadams and ask him how he now feels about my Broken Enlightenment.  I daresay he feels quite differently, for I believe it was his experience with me that guided him to become Hardcore Champion.  Just a few minutes in the ring with me was enough to grant him divine insight, for which he used to become champion!  Oh what a glorious day that was!  But I must digress.  The point is, as unfair as it might be, my “Damaged” form gives me an advantage over all the EAW roster.  Perhaps you will be able to overcome this, perhaps not, for the Shatter-verse is always in motion, and can lead many to misinterpret the signs.  But regardless, my Broken Enlightenment has shown me the path to true greatness! And the further I walk down that road, the greater and more powerful I become.  How great do you think I am now?  How powerful do you think I will become?  And most frightening of all…how dangerous will I be inside that chamber?          
 
Two…you are merely a human!  And as such you are bound by all the same human weaknesses and drawbacks.  I have cast off such weaknesses and have obtained an existence that is not in any way, shape, or form human.  I may appear to your unDamaged eyes to be a regular human, but what you see is not my final form.  It is but a vessel I use that I may anchor myself to this mortal coil.  Whatever pain or punishment you will enflict upon this vessel will not be felt by me or my spirit.  For I am safe in the ether of the Shatter-verse.  It wraps me in the warmth of its embrace, shielding me from all the things of the mortal world.  You, however, have no such protection.  Your body breaks, your body bleeds, your body feels pain, and it is only natural that as I human you run away and fear that pain.  You try to avoid it.  This is what makes humans weak!  They must embrace the pain, embrace the Damage, and only then will it be unable to harm you!  You can hit me, beat me up, make me bleed…but you cannot Damage me!  You cannot ERASE me!  I am now like the mountains that stand tall over this Earth.  Strong…enduring…and eternal!  The seasons can try to chip away at me, the sands of time can try to erode me away, but I will always remain standing firmly where I plant myself.  You, Naseer of the clan Capeetanee, are merely human, and are unable to move the mountains.  You climb them, thinking that you have conquered them, when really they have conquered you!  They remain immovable, while you struggled and clawed merely to climb a few feet upon its surface.  You had to change your tactics to achieve even a small sliver of success.  That is what Broken Enlightenment has given me.  No man can conquer me in the way Wrestling that is Elite has taught you to conquer a man.  When you are in the ring with me, your normal thoughts, your usual strategies, they must all be ERASED!  For none of them shall lead you to success.  The Shatter-verse protects me, it guides me, it makes me invincible!  What guides or protects you?!            
 
And finally…our motivations are both quite different.  You are still subject to the human vanity of greed and a need for glory.  But a man who has Broken Enlightenment needs not to seek such things.  For these things will come to him!  All I must do is trust in the way of the Shatter-verse, and it shall eventually grant me all that I seek.  No I seek not these things in the coming weeks.  I seek only to awaken the portal that is in the mind of those willing to open them!  I seek only to spread the truth of Broken Enlightenment and begin the new era, as will be foretold by the prophecy approximately 13 years from now!  Truly such a noble and honorable goal cannot fail.  You are an honorable human Naseer, and it shall be my great pleasure to meet you on the field of combat.  But your motivations are obsolete and outdated.  They will not help you to victory against me.  You must achieve enlightenment to beat a man such as I.  My goals are higher than a mere championship or accolades.  My goals, combined my with “Damaged” form, and my new abilities, shall grant me victory this coming Sunday.  And it will be the only second in a line of many, many others.  And soon, others will start to follow the way of Broken Enlightenment.  They will cast aside their obsolete, human forms, and become “Damaged” like me!  Perhaps even you Naseer…will become one of my “Damaged” Brothers!   
 
The new era is about to begin, and soon the old era will be…erased…erased…Erased…Erased…ERASED…ERASED!!!  You can either join it, or be ERASED along with it!          
 

[Fade to black.]   

 
So here we stand, Sheridan. This is what you’ve always wanted. Not just to be the champion. But the chance to impose your will and prove to everyone that your weekly sermons are more than just words, but reality. You’ve long talked about how that belt meant very little to you, it was the title of champion itself that fits your needs most. You needed a platform so you can stand higher and shout your phrases louder than ever before. You needed a place to stand and dictate the future of this division in the way you seem fit. You’ve long been saying you would tear this thing down and rebuild it in your image. In your ideals. If we’re really living in the era of German Efficiency then please, really, show me one god damn thing that’s changed from the way things were before. You’re tired of an entertainment driven industry and just want to fight? That’s what you get from me. I can’t help it if it’s entertaining to the people to watch me beat your ass. I’m not talking about fans. They can all hate me and I don’t give a shit. Honestly, I could give two shits what anyone thinks of me. But it’s sure entertaining to know I’m not the only one that’s going to enjoy the beating I’m about to give you. The list grows and grows, and your list you made on Empire pales in comparison. Let’s just say it how it is. You are the Vixen’s Champion. But you’re living in a fucking fantasy world. You act like you’ve arrived because you have that name champion. You’ve only arrived until someone drops you right back on your ass and pops that giant ego of yours. To think, someone who once challenged my ego as being inflated has now let hers grow to astronomical levels in no more than a month. You stand and place yourself above so many that came before you because you think you’re special, or different. But you’re the biggest disappointment to touch that title in a long time. You cashed your Vixen’s Cup in at the smartest moment possible. Does that make you more of a champion? It just makes you more of a coward. The girl who once stood so mighty and openly mocked my title as I routinely beat anyone on any terms for months, needed to cash-in at the end of a match on a worn-down fighter to become a champion herself. God could you be anymore worthless than you are? I think the answer is yes. It’s something you’ll prove to me at Road to Redemption. You might be feeling the ultimate high right now. You might be feeling all the love after your performance against the EAW Champion, but you will be feeling the low of all fucking lows when you get done in that match with me. I know what to expect from you this week. I know the lame ass lesbian jokes. You’ll probably have to fit in some references to my hair. To old friends. Let this just sink in under your skin and just digest it all: I don’t give a fuck. You used to get so upset with people calling you a machine, with people making fun of you using your little phrase too much… I’m not fragile like that. You can try to break me with your words. I’m going to break you with my fists. I don’t care what’s left of you after our match. I don’t give a shit how broken your ego is. I don’t care if you’re left to pick up the pieces or driven to quit. I don’t care what happens to you at all. You’re going to give me everything you have and I’m going to take everything you have left after that. German Efficiency — drink if you’re playing at home — might be your reality, but for the rest of this division it’s a myth. You’ve been writing a fairytale for months now, but this won’t have your typical fantasy ending. This isn’t a fun story. This is real life. Your title reign ends at Road to Redemption, and mine begins. Let’s go ahead and schedule your second ass beating/rematch right now. Don’t expect to find it back in your hands so fast though. I’m holding on to it for a while. I’m more than just a two-month chump like you.
 
Do you want to explore what happened over the last couple months? I think it’s a pretty goddamn good story. Better than any bullshit you try to spin on a weekly basis. Cleopatra said we were all going to settle this stupid fight between the Sirens and the OGs. So we had to find teams. See, I wasn’t really into any of that. But you were an easy draw into it. Even when you pulled back and tried to distance yourself at first, it was too much to lose. Even deep down you want to be the hero. It’s because of your idiotic mentality that this whole division is riddled with cancer and you are the lone cure that can save us all. So the girls orchestrated a little beat down of me and out you came, wearing your tights and your cape and flew into to save the day. Right then, it was hook, line, sinker. You put this plan in motion for me. And I know you had reservations because you realized what the future had in store. Eventually, we would be fighting over your title. There was no ifs ands or buts around that. You had the opportunity to keep that from happening at Empress of Elite but your sort of half assed your way through it because you already had your own mind mad up. See, two can play that game. But this is the long game played to absolute fucking perfection. You bought all the shit I fed you for a month. The only issues in the group were between Tarah and Haruna. No one saw it fucking coming, least of all you. So when they chased me into the crowd during our match, and you were in trying to take care of Cam, I was making sure it was all ready to go down without a hitch. And sliding into that ring and hitting you with that cattle prod, my god, amazing. The smell of burning flesh coming off you… zip zap you dumb bitch. I couldn’t stop smiling. I saw people backstage staring in absolute stupor after that moment. They tried to understand it, you tried to understand… and you’ve all got it absolutely fucking wrong. They want to believe it’s jealousy or greed. No, fuck all that noise. This is pure unadulterated hate for you and everything you stand for. That’s why watching you suffer at my hands, watching you take that loss at my hands, felt so good. You wanted to be the hero, and you got buried by the villains. You wanted to prove that it’s your way or no way at all. It just doesn’t work that way. I told you a long time ago, you would eventually hold that title and you would start pushing people to do things your way. And I told you not a damn person would buy into it. They would push back and resist. And you will never win that battle. You will always go down as this powerless champion. One with a big voice that never got heard. It’s because your mostly words. I mean you talk and talk and you say as little as anyone. I’m not sure if you’re trying to put us all to sleep or you’re really just this dull and directionless. Because the direction you’re trying to pull this whole division in is all kinds of awful. But I don’t have to really worry about it. I’m taking care of my end at Road to Redemption. The rest of these bitches can figure out their own ways of dealing with the German Efficient less one. Me? I’ll just keep doing whatever the fuck I want.
 
There isn’t someone controlling me or feeding me bits about what to do or say to you. This is all coming from me. You can sherplex my ass all over that ring for 10 minutes straight, a pure showing of all the efficient bullshit you spew week after week. But when this match reaches a head and comes to its finale, you will be proven as far less than the superior fighter you make yourself out to be. There’s nothing special about me. Nothing unique or out of the ordinary. I stand out because of what I do in that ring. I stand above you because I don’t give a fuck about all your useless shit. And because I could care less about what you think about me. You’re just little bag of trash that needs to be taken out. Milk that’s far exceeded its expiration point. It’s time for you to go. You don’t have to leave exactly, but you will watch your title slip from your grasp and into the hands of someone who’s far more fit to hold it. Far more superior as a champion than you’ll ever be. And I won’t need to stand on a pedestal and tell people how to be or how they should act. I won’t change a fucking thing with my words. I’ll change it with my actions. I’ll change it all with my fists. See that’s the biggest difference between us, Sherrie. I’ll admit we both talk way too fucking much. One of us doesn’t say a thing that matters — you — but that’s beside the point. Our biggest difference is that I actually am going to do what I say. And while you’re still standing in a room charting out how we could all be better if we followed your lead and your mantra, I’ll be over here knocking dumbass bitches off their pegs and watching them flail around and struggle to co-exist with their new place at the bottom. The only other thing we have in common is fear. People fear us. They hate to see that they have to face us. They know what they’re about to get themselves into. You don’t fear me though, and I have no worries about you. This match… this will be what makes you fear me. You will never think about Cailin Dillon the same way after we fight at Road to Redemption. You will hesitate before you ever think to put my name and German Efficiency in the same sentence ever again. And the rest of the world will laugh when they think about putting Sheridan Müller and the word champion in the same paragraph.
 
Don’t get that twisted though, I’m doing this one for me. I don’t care what the Vixens want or the fans. I don’t even care what the OGs want on this one. And they know that. I’m going to beat the shit out of you. I don’t give a fuck if I have to leave this match with broken bones and blood pouring from my forehead, I will leave it with the biggest shit-eating grin you have ever seen and a few pounds of gold on a belt hanging from my hand. And you leave with nothing. No legacy of Germen Efficiency imposed on the Vixens. Barely any memories of the time you were champion for two whole months. Two whole months! Wow! You’re just lucky I’m letting you be more memorable than some the insufferable twats who held the title for just a month. Your first major title defense will be your last. You’re about to get introduced to the back of the line, bitch. It’s exactly where you belong. I’m ready for you to start feeding the masses your bullshit. Please, put an extra scoop on top and just layer it on. You’re worthless, and your time as champion is over. This is my time now. Deal with it.

*Chris Elite is shown in basement with a bunch of objects with blankets over them,  Chris Elite is standing in the middle of all the objects with a smirk on his face*
 
You hear the fear in my voice? Well Terry you must be hearing things my dear friend because there is no fear coming out of me.  Not towards you or towards anyone else in this company.  Why would I be afraid of you Terry? I know I asked this countless times every time we speak on one another but when the question is asked you seem to avoid it.  You counteract with other pointless things that no one cares about and you make stuff up as you go along.  It’s like I said you speak with no real substance you speak just because you like the sound of your own voice.  I mean one would assume you would get tired of hearing yourself speak by now because I damn sure know I’m tired of listening to you.  Now I understand why some parents don’t let their kids listen to you speak.  I mean if a kid listens to you for more than an hour he might go full retard and trust me kids you never want to go full retard.  I wish someone would have gave you the same advice I’m giving these kids.  I’d tell you the same thing too Terry but it already seems a bit too late.  Anyway I’m sure you are all wondering what are under all these blankets and allow me to elaborate and show everyone what exactly all of these objects are. 
 
*Chris Elite goes to all the objects one by one taking the blankets off of them revealing things like a steel chair, a kendo stick, a table wrapped with barbed wire, a 2X4 and last but not least he grabs something off of the table and pours it all out onto the table.  Lots of shattered glass and thumbtacks fall onto the table as Chris Elite looks back into the camera with a huge grin*
 

See all of this Terry?  These are the weapons I plan to smack you against the head with.  These are the weapons I plan to wrap around you’re stupid mouth and make you bleed until I decide I’ve seen enough.  Weapons I plan to put you straight through with no remorse.  Or… Or pieces of shattered glass and thumbtacks that I will pour right into your mouth (Please don’t take that the wrong way, I know being with JJ will do that to you) and kick them straight down your throat.   However it’s all up to you whether or not I really want to use these weapons or not Terry.  I personally don’t think I’ll need all of that.  Not the kendo stick, the chair or the table.  I mean hell not even the shattered glass or thumbtacks.  I think the only weapons I’ll need this week against you to keep you down for those 10 seconds.  Will be the same weapons I use every week I compete in the ring.  My fists, elbows and my legs.  I don’t think I need anything more.   I don’t think I need to take things to the extreme I mean it’s not like I’m facing some big name opponent.  Nope, just Terry Chambers.  Oh I’m sorry Terry is that considered another cheap joke to you?  Well you seem to be the only one who thinks so.   These are all facts I am hitting you with, facts you won’t own up too so you call them cheap jokes.  You know what the true joke in all this is?  When you said I’ve seen the growth and improvement when it comes to you… *Chris Elite puts his hand on his forehead like he’s looking for something* Do you guys see the improvement and growth he’s taking about?  I sure don’t.  I see the same Terry Chambers I’ve seen for about a year or two now.  The Terry Chambers who blames things on management instead of taking blame for himself.  The Terry Chambers who swears up and down he is the best talent on Showdown but every time he steps in the ring he proves to everyone watching why that isn’t the case whatsoever.   The same Terry Chambers who thinks it’s cool to curse all the time because it makes them seem badass or more threatening.   THE SAME TERRY CHAMBERS WHO CAN NEVER BE OR NEVER WAS ON THE SAME LEVEL AS I! CHRIS ELITE!  I’ll never amount to anything more than a New Breed Championship?  Terry do you realize the most relevant thing that has happened to you and the only reason you’re known by these fans is because of how horrible of a performance you had at Grand Rampage?  Hell, I don’t even think you can call that a performance that’s how sorry it was.  Sorry seems to be a good word to explain the career of Terry Chambers though.  Sorry performances in the ring week in and week out.  Sorry mic performance.  Just a sorry career in general.  After I am done with you I am amounting to things you couldn’t even amount too in EAW 2k17 with the game on easy difficulty.   I mean the game is so realistic it realizes Terry is nothing more than a stepping stone to put the next guy over.  That’s exactly what you’re doing this week Terry you’re being used as my stepping stone so I can finally move on up in my career.  Next year in 2017 I can guarantee that if I’m not the champion defending against 5 other men in an Extreme Elimination Chamber then I’ll be the favorite to walk out champion.   While you are stuck in the same place putting being used as the next guys stepping stone.  Still blaming things on management, still swearing up and down you are as great as only you think you are.   “I let politics and Hollywood ruin my career”.   No Terry you ruined it your damn self when you couldn’t keep that same flame lit that you had lit when you first stepped foot in EAW.  It sure did take my seven long years to win a championship.  Funny thing is though that it’s going to take you seven years longer to even be looked at as a threat to me or anyone else in this company.   Terry when I say this I am not like you.  When I say this I mean it.  I am better than you in every single way.  Whether it’s in the ring or whether it’s on the mic.  You can never be on the same level as me.   The only time the names Chris Elite and Terry Chambers will be used in the same sentence again after this is when everyone is speaking about how.  Chris Elite SLAUGHTERED Terry Chambers.  Terry, I advise you stay down on Saturday because the more you get back up.  The more you continue to fight is the longer you’ll stay out of an EAW ring.   Though I don’t want to use those weapons I will if that’s what it’s going to take to smarten you up a bit.   Terry I will be the only man standing in this match from beginning to end because I am the ONLY man in this match to begin with.  Not another cheap joke just another hard hitting fact.   Facts that I think I’m done spewing until that bell rings starting this match between the two of us.   After Showdown.  My career will still be fine my body will still function the same way it is now.  The only thing that changes is the fact that I officially move on up in my career and I finally get rid of this shadow that has been following me around for so long.    On Saturday you are not only left in a pool of your own blood.  You’ll be left in a pool of your many failures and regrets.

Time is priceless. Every second counts. Every grain of sand plummeting down to the pit of every hourglass out there is a treasure, bestowed upon us all as a birth right when in reality? It's a godsend. A smile soaring through the heavens above that we take for granted on a day-to-day basis. The thing about smiles is, they never last. Seventy some years later, said smile turns into a frown and the meet with your maker that looms ever so close grows harder to stomach. ''Appreciate the little things.'', they urged—yet nobody really cared to heed their word and hence, the root of all regret. I for one have yet to leave a trail for that root to trace along since, well, I've always appreciated the little things. You see, I'm a simple man leading a simple life. The concomitant glitz and bright lights of professional wrestling begin and end within the confines of its squared circle. Outside of the latter though, neither of them hold weight. I don't allow them to anyway. I'm not accustomed to fingers pointed in my direction everywhere I go. People invading my privacy then expecting me to meet them with a smile and a basket full of treats rather than a mouthful of slurs and a fully-loaded shotgun. Parading about the streets has become a pet peeve of mine ever since my name was known all around the world, so I had to escape. I had to seek solace elsewhere, especially when I was hot on the heels of a match that many deemed my last. Thankfully, the limelight shifted its aim away from where I stood after Shock Value and the inquiries about my whereabouts—along with Kenny Drake's—that were once on every fan's mind were slowly swept under the rug. Armed with a reasonable alibi and now perfect the diversion, married with the luxury of time at the palm of my hand, I packed my bags and headed... home.

Gozden irak, gonulden de irak olur.

After a thirteen-month absence, I was at the core of Batman. Optics surveyed the changes, stressing every tangible little detail and boy, were they a plethora. Not necessarily good ones either but alas, I couldn't do nothing about it. Nothing but stare at them and dwell on how things might have been had the town stayed on the very same state that I left it at. There was a silver lining though; hidden beneath all of the modifications, that place still felt like home. The kindness of its people was still an incessant cascade, from the poor folk to the blue collars. Rekindled memories flashed before my eyes every time I would close them, though not too many were very pleasant. All in all, I was grateful for choosing my hometown as the place to get my bearings back and reflect upon life in. It was rather therapeutic, even though I still wear the scars of the past on my flesh. Irony lied in the fact that I went to Turkey in dire need of therapy. I ain't exaggerating when I say that after my match with Drake came to a close, I was in a dark, dark place. Calling it a life sounded like my best option one too many times and I was on the brink of giving in to the temptation. Luckily, Türkiye was there to bring that train of foul thoughts to a stop. Why would I let one battle define me? Why would I let one rivalry take away a lifetime worth continuing to venture into? Most importantly, why would I let a mortal man derail my pursuit of immortality? So many questions were asked, so many answers were entertained but the conclusion remained the same; this wasn't the end. This couldn't have been the end for me, it just didn't feel like it. Instead, it felt like I still got a whole lot to offer and a whole lot more to prove and thus, the shackles were broken. I saw the light at the end of the tunnel. Instead of taking steps back into total obscurity, I pushed forth and grabbed the first opportunity in sight by the throat. It didn't matter whose toes I was gonna step on or how I was gonna go about doing that. I just saw the chance at marking my comeback with bold, cogent letters and I seized it. Ever since Voltage went off the air last week, the masses have been going berserk over what went down between me and one slightly ticked-off Drastik. It goes without saying that I've been showered all week with questions about my motive for knocking the guy out with a baseball bat, subsequently leaving him to lose his Hardcore Championship, which honestly baffles me. I mean, isn't it obvious? I was merely conducting business. A lot of money was on the table, too much to just push away. To put matters into perspective, Drastik was the sole variable in an equation full of constants. Anybody could have filled his shoes; Nasir Capitani, Matt Miles and hell, even Y2Impact. It didn't matter in the slightest to me, I had a job to do and I did it to a T. Mister Drastik was simply in the wrong place, at the wrong time but of course, he won't believe that. Too much pride is at stake for him to discern the difference between a personal vendetta and a business deal and trust me, you don't want to delve into the former with yours truly. Just ask Kenny Drake, if his heart is still beating against the ribcage that is. As far as putting myself in debt with you, you're just grasping at straws, son. Instead of biting your tongue and carrying on doing... whatever you do with your life, you chose to involve me in YOUR business. Not only did you ask to tango with me this coming Sunday, you also decided to up the ante just a tad. If I win, I get to control your fate and the Hardcore title's at Road to Redemption but if I lose? I'm banned from prowling about the ringside area. Ah, maaaaan. That's rough, really, hardcore even—no pun intended. I mean, how can I POSSIBLY live with myself if I'm not ringside to cheer on McAdams as he rips the almighty Drastik a new one?! Oh, I know! Maybe because I don't give two shits who walks out of RTR with the gold. Sounds reasonable enough, right? Come on, D. Use your brain here. Do I look like the type to fully associate with the likes of Showman and McAdams? If you nodded your head, then I'll pin it on the thud of the bat hitting you way too hard that you lost a few brain cells. As far as I'm concerned, last Sunday's affair was a one-time gig. 

This Sunday, I'm walking in with nothing to lose and everything to gain. Keeping your shoulders glued to the mat for a three count will basically proclaim me as YOUR time keeper, YOUR fate, YOUR GOD and YOUR road to redemption. Who am I to say no to that? After all, this is strictly business.

SHOWDOWN II

"Hungry"

---The scene opens inside of Terry Chambers private jet in mid air and Terry Chambers is seen eating sushi and the pilot says through the speakers they will be arriving in St. Paul Minnesota in five minutes and Terry Chambers puts on his jacket and notices the camera is on and begins speaking---

Terry Chambers: Here on my plane about to arrive in this shitty state of Minnesota to take care of that piece of shit Chris Elite. You have no idea how much I have been in the gym training and studying film, not like I need to study much of Chris Elite. I know there is no need to prepare so hard for a failure such as Chris Elite but as Chris Elite pointed out a few days ago, I have come up short in so many ways since my return in February I am not taking any chances at all. But to be quite honest, in most of my matches everybody likes to refer to are multi-man matches where everybody teamed up to take me out or eliminate me. 1 on 1 matches where careers, championships, and pride is on the line is where I thrive and this match has pride on the line and also the fact of losing to Chris Elite is on the line which will push me harder to avoid that embarrassment. I have come up short too many times and I'll be damned if I let it happen again especially to a guy like Chris Elite. Sure he has gotten the best of me a few times but I just didn't care as much as I was supposed to. And yes I know you fear me. I can hear and smell fear from where you are sitting at this very moment. I know you fear me because you have seen my growth and improvement since I dumped JJ Silva and been wrecking through everybody in my path and you realized how you barely scraped by JJ Silva to win your only championship and you remember how easily I took care of that rat. Now that I think of it, you are lucky that your one lucky championship reign came when Silva was the champion because let's face it, you are not championship material.

---The plane lands in Minnesota and Terry Chambers is getting off his plane and is walking while continuing to speaking---

Terry Chambers: "Oh look at me I'm Chris Elite and I can make really cheap jokes". Yeah you know that joke you made about my IQ and saying you are surprised I can can count to 10, you also said something about how I "steal" my material and insults from other people, well you also look in the mirror pal and realize you also steal material from others. You want to know how many times I have heard that from every one of my opponents ever saying since I'm a guy with a great body, I have no brain or a low IQ? Countless times so Chris if you could come up with your own insults, that would be great. Plus Chris is criticizing the way I talk but who the hell actually cares? It is not the talking that will win you matches, it is not the talking that will win you championships, all talking does is get people to overhype somebody thinking since they have charisma they have the in ring talent to match and I have proven that theory wrong each and every single time and this Saturday Chris, you are just another name added to that LONG list. I think it is absolutely insulting to me and everything I stand for Chris thinking I am afraid of him just because I wasn't at an event I was demanded not to be at? If anybody's brain went out and is actually listening to what Chris is saying, as I recall, I  challenged Chris and he walked off like the little bitch he is and then he lost a match with an opportunity on the line to Tyler Parker and realized he will never amount to anything higher than a lucky New Breed Championship win so he's trying to use me as a key win to get higher on the card. I may have had some setbacks this past year but I'm the best damn wrestler in this world! I mean in sports the best player is out there and underrated but doesn't have the best stats and there are guys out there completely overrated who everybody has a fetish for for some unknown reason out there winning the Heisman trophy who don't deserve it and that fits Chris Elite quite perfectly. And this a opportunity of a fucking lifetime for Chris Elite and like always he is going to fail when the spotlight is shining nice and bright on him. Chris, let me get something out in the open here that you said okay? Ok so Chris was comparing me and his careers from when we first started, and Chris our careers are nothing alike! I would be embarrassed and humiliated if I had your career. I mean you were horrible on the indie scene and you were hired a spot on the roster because you had charisma and that apparently is all EAW looks for these days. It took you 7 years to even get some sort of achievement here in EAW, when I first arrived I won the Young Lions Cup within 2 months of being on the roster. I was a rising star before I let politics and Hollywood ruin my career for the past 2 years. This Saturday I will pick my career back up with a decisive win over EAW's darling while at the same time taking 1 step further up the mountain to success and throwing you off of it! This Last Man Standing match is no joke Chris Elite, this match will in the blink of an eye end your career and take a huge chunk off of your life, which will also be a bonus for me when I am done with you on Saturday night. I have been through things in this match that you can't even dream of. This match is right up my alley and I know exactly what I have to do to end my drought and end YOU! Everybody is going to be in for a world of surprise come Saturday night when I leave you in a pool of your own blood and wishing you never crossed paths with me! I can't wait to see you lying on the ground for that 10 count, along will your career!

Nice knowing you.

---Terry Chambers limousine pulls up and the driver grabs Terry Chambers bag and puts it in the trunk before going to the door and opening it for Terry Chambers and Terry gets in and the driver shuts the door and walks to the drivers seat and a few moments later the limousine drives off as the camera fades to black---

I warned you, but you refused to listen. These filthy ogres seem to concerned about looking good and sounding like a threat, that going an extra mile or actually putting some valid effort when facing The Emperium seems like an exhausting chore. Those we have faced so far in this tournament are the pile of inconsistent piece of shits that serves no purpose and carries no leadership skills to actually lead the entire company to it's peak. There's Ross Vegas who couldn't seem to shut his mouth as he babbles on about subjects that he couldnt understand himself, while his partner Kevin Devastation would rather get shot in the knee than to speak a single word to support his own partner. There's JD Damon who is just in love with the idea of a new badass group to be formed in order to rise up the EAW ranks that he forgets that he actually has to trust strength over words of those who know how to compete in an EAW ring as opposed to just bringing in some random idiot from wherever-the-fuck, and call it a legitimate competitor. If there's even a single flaw in what you think is a "perfect" approach, then you can't get angry when it's easily exploited. All of you are weak compared to me. All of you are mediocre performers that will never get anywhere in EAW so long as I exist. You can't blame me for using my wits and sharpness to analyze situations and find your weaknesses like it was second nature to me. You simply can't get frustrated when I throw words that I can actually back up as a retort to your blind assumptions. My experience says it all. I have been thrown in cages with the worst kind of people in this company. I have been devoured and left to die in the middle of the ring more times than I can count. But through the obstacles and the perril that surrounded me in my journey, through the countless idiots who try to tarnish my reputation and everything that I stood for, I always find my way back where I truly belong... to success, to glory... to gold. 

But you can't say the same thing about yourself, can you Jakob? You let out a mighty roar, and yet I can't find it in me to actually see you as a beast. I just see you as nothing but a scared little cat who hides from the hounds with the big set of teeth and sharp claws that lets you see the face of death. You are nothing but an underachieved piece of shit who believes that he appeals to the crowd as he makes a sad attempt to represent his brand, yet when he crosses shows, nobody even knows what brand he was originally from as he is often mistaken as some regular rookie who got a lucky win. You are a useless pile of garbage who will never know how it truly feels like to get his hands on a Championship, at least not this moment, as he wanders about and sniffs for the next opportunity he will inevitably squander. I wish I was making this up, Jakob Delion, I wish I could tell you that I'm lying about this, but it is a fact that nobody thinks you're good enough to possess gold, or have the skills necessary to overpower and overthrow the force that is The Emperium, and no matter how much hard work you put in this, everyone will still see you as the run-of-the-mill new guy who stands no chance against the established greats. You will go to sleep at night hoping that the gods would bless you and your career would change moving forward, and then you will wake up finding yourself putting double the effort for a goal only to come up short in the end. I get that you want to be that guy who just want to cause mayhem as he pulls his obvious pranks and deadly schemes in order to please the audience, but you never really know what crime really means until The Emperium robs you blind as they show the world how frail and incapable World's Most Wanted is, without even breaking a sweat, taking away what little chance you had to capturing the Unified Tag Team Championships. Lannister and I have that ability. Lannister and I have that drive. You wouldn't catch us shaking in our boots just because your bitchass has no respect towards the Emperium because to us, you never mattered. You're forgettable. You're replaceable. We need no respect from your likes and I don't need to instill fear to know that we have this at the palm of our hands. Because the only reason why you exist in this tournament is to be used as a stepping stone to The Emperium's success, and that's about the end of your purpose.

At Showdown, The Emperium will advance.

At Road to Redemption, The Emperium will take gold.

And what happens to World's Most Wanted? They'll sit at home and change their career path  after making a fool of themselves yet again, questioning if they'll ever be "wanted" again.

(A bar is pictured somewhere in the city of California. Considering that this is a Thursday night, the bar is not much crowded but still there are enough people to make the bartenders busy. Among them, there is a man of about 5ft 10 height and wearing some simple clothes. He is quietly drinking some beer when another man joins him. He is of the same height but a bit bulky than him. Both man greet each other warmly and the man who just joined asks for a drink. After he receives his drink, they both start to talk)

Man #1: So, how’s it going Adam?

Adam: It’s all going fine John. How about you? Any luck with all those supermodels you always dream about dating? (Starts laughing)

John: Yeah laugh at me now but when I move around South Beach with a blonde beauty in my arms, I am sending pictures to you specifically so that you can burn.

Adam: Yeah sure burn man. Anyways, how has your work been lately?

John (looking at him surprised): Really? You asking me this, when we basically have the same job?

Adam: I work for the son, not the father dude.

John: Like it’s any different

(Both take sips from their drinks and are silent for a minute or two)

Adam: But yeah, Mike was like super ecstatic when his buddy Jon McAdams won the title. He was so happy that he gave some of us time off for like fifteen days to celebrate in any way we can. He even threw some handsome bonuses in our path and yeah, when I say handsome, it is handsome.

John: Really? Well the drinks are on you then.

Adam: Fuck off, it’s your turn to pay bitch

(Both laugh and drink some more)

John: But yeah, you talk about bonuses and time off from Mike but his father is like just the opposite. He is making us work super crazy and as far as money goes, it’s not a dime more than we usually get, which is a lot more than Mike gives you if I may add (laughs)

Adam: Yeah thanks for the reminder bitch. But yeah, father and son acting independently? That’s not something you get to see very often. I mean, it’s usually the father who issues the orders and makes the rules while his son follows them blindly. So when I hear that his son has been giving out bonuses and time off, it really makes me suspicious

John: Suspicious of what?

Adam: Their relationship. Are they really getting along together anymore? Well that reminds me, in the past whenever Mike was successful in any job, he would call his father first and tell him about that in details but this time, it’s nothing like this. He has not even touched his phone after that so called title win.


John: Well now that we are on the subject of no communication, do you know that his father has stopped keeping tabs on him?

Adam: You mean to say that his father used to keep tabs on him?

John: Well, yeah, on a weekly basis. He used to view the match results and sometimes the whole match itself provided that his son did win. But after the event, wait I am forgetting the name…yeah the event Shock Value, he just deleted all videos and files of EAW from his phone and his pc and if anyone even mentions the name while he is near, he is punished severely.

Adam: Wow that’s harsh.

John: yeah, I know

(Both drink some more)

John: So tell me about this title win Mike is so ecstatic about.

Adam: Well technically, this is not his win because I checked the EAW website and they are recognizing Jon McAdams as the champ contrary to what he says about being a joint champion. But yes, the title is a Hardcore Championship which is defended under the 24/7 rule now. The previous champ was a guy called Drastik and he lost it after both John and Mike pinned him together

John: 24/7 you say? So how did they get the three count on Drastik? What weapon or technique did they use?

Adam: Money

John (surprised): What?

Adam: Yeah money. Mike shoved dollars in the hands of a guy called Carson Ramsay who beat up Drastik so much that he was literally broken when these two came down and pinned him. It was quite easy actually


John (still surprised): I understand that but seriously, money? They actually bribed some guy to win the title? But yes, I should not be surprised, this is like the typical way in which this family does business anyways. You know, his father should be told about this. I am sure he would be very proud. 

Adam: Right you are buddy. Now Mike has got some celebration in mind during Voltage next week. Can’t wait to see how he pulls that off

John: Tell me something, what about this Jon character? How is he taking all this?

Adam: He seems okay with it. Both of them are dedicated to this People with Class team and while I am surprised that Mike actually can work with someone else, I believe that PwC is working very well and as times pass, their power and influence will grow.

John: I am surprised that a guy like Mike can team up as well. I mean, we are looking at a guy who spent his entire childhood having things for himself and not sharing a single bit with anyone and now suddenly he is teaming up with some guy and sharing titles? That’s very strange if you ask me.

Adam: Maybe it’s all a ploy. Maybe he is using McAdams.

John: Maybe. But just like it is with his father, if he is indeed using someone, no one but he knows about it. They are so good at it you know, using people. But yeah if I were McAdams, I would watch my back. From what I am hearing, it seems as if there is some deep game involved, a game which is all about Mike and his father and Jon might just become the pawn Mike is using to go one up on his father and after he is done using him, he will just take care of him as well just like he has taken care of others. 


Adam: Man, this sounds serious indeed.

John: I know

(Both drink silently and after few minutes, their drink finishes. Both appear to be deep in thought and after some time, Adam breaks the silence)

Adam: Another round?

John: Of course, just lay it on me.

(Adams buys the drinks as the night goes on)