a chaotic awakening.

As I sit here and ponder through memories, reliving where I have been to arrive here, many of you must be wondering…who is Jackson Black. Some may have followed me around the world, some may have just learnt who I am and the rest of you will. I am merely a man and will never insist otherwise. Yet, soon enough I will stand before you, a man so desperate for what I deserve, for success, that you may in time refer to me, as a man possessed. I am not possessed however. I am simply inclined to take what is rightly mine and long overdue. An OPPORTUNITY. You see, if you do not have ambition or aspirations in life, what could you possibly live for? Why would you do what you do, day in, day out? This Saturday night, this aspiration, this mission, this prize, this OPPORTUNITY…..this is what I live for. However, before we arrive to Saturday, I must enlighten you all on what has led to Jackson Black appearing in Elite Answers Wrestling.

I left home at the ripe age of sixteen. As far back as I can remember I was going to be a professional wrestler. I set of for Europe and the rest as they would say, is history. You will find out more over time when I see it fit however it is not hard to find. For the past eight years, I have done everything on god’s green earth to prove my worth in this industry and for what? For eight long years, I rode from English town to town and for what? Year after year I would out work my colleagues AND FOR WHAT? The huge American companies, empires even, were always watching. Whether you could see them or not, scouts, talent evaluators or even men higher than that within management were always watching. Every single night I would go out there, give every ounce of energy I had for that crowd, for the companies that were willing to take a chance on me and time after time I would walk away with everyone else’s spit running down my face. The same fans I desired to impress, the same men and women behind the scenes I strove for excellence for every single night didn’t think twice before turning their backs on me. So yes, I have long asked myself the same question…..for what?

Every year would go by and more of my fellow wrestlers would receive that golden ticket. They were headed to the United States to compete on some of the grandest stages there are WHILE I WAS TOLD TO SIT AND WAIT. Your time will come they would say. Keep working, you’re on the right track. BULLSHIT! Time after time I was looked past and why? Too good. Too friendly. Too forgiving. Excuse after excuse and where was my support? The fans continued to applaud, the small company owners continued to place me in openers because “the fans like you. You create the energy”. WELL WHERE DID THAT GET ME. So, I changed my attitude. I changed my attitude about the fans, about the companies and about my colleagues. I began looking out for one man, Jackson Black. No longer did the fans applaud me and no longer did I “create the energy”, no. From that point onwards, I arrived, created chaos, won. No longer did I smile backstage and congratulate my fellow wrestlers on their OPPORTUNITY. It was my time, it was my OPPORTUNITY.

It’s funny how quickly one’s attention can be manipulated. All of a sudden, Jackson Black was the talk of the European scene. Some would argue that the talk had accumulated from all the ‘wrong reasons’ yet I argue, when people begin talking, there is no ‘wrong reason’. For the first time in my eight years’ people knew exactly who I was. For the first time in my eight years I was important and for the first time in my eight years I mattered. Did I have to turn my back on many of the men that had helped me over the years? Your damn right I did and I would do it one hundred times over. You’d think it would hurt, betraying some of your closest friends but it couldn’t have felt better. It felt like the weight of the world was finally removed from my shoulders. A sense of freedom took over my entire life and I was finally in control of my own destiny. So, what do you know….a call from Elite Answers Wrestling.

Finally, my OPPORTUNITY. My big break. EAW. Showdown. Jackson Black has made his way from Europe to the blue brand. One of the biggest companies in the world and my name in the brightest of lights. EAW management promised me the world and I couldn’t refuse. It is yet to be determined whether they will hold up their end of our agreement, however you can rest assured I will hold up mine. Which brings me to Saturday Night. Darkane. We have arrived to this scene at the same identical time and it was only a matter of time until our paths had to cross. We both want the same thing and that is to make a forever lasting impression. The difference between us however is you have wanted this OPPORTUNITY but I NEED IT. I have scratched and clawed for too long to arrive here and take a back seat to a side show. Darkane, let me be very clear, I have no problem with you by any means. The problem for you, was created when you were chosen to be a part of the beginning. You have been selected to contribute to the beginning of the total chaos era. Piece by piece I will pick a part your rotten body before I will simply put you out of your misery. I have wrestled many a man like you before my friend. You talk about your struggles, pain and suffering whilst wishing to unleash all your fury on whoever stand in your way. Your time will come Darkane and maybe just maybe we will meet again when you are ready. However, that time is not now and on Saturday night I will use you as a stepping stone as I proceed to TAKE my OPPORTUNITY.

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goodbye my ‘friends’.

“The rest is history”. I used this quote throughout the week for a purpose. Over the next several weeks, I will give you an insight into some of the more important moments of Jackson Black’s pre EAW life. All the moments that shaped me into the wrestler, or better yet, the man I am today. Part one of this trip down memory lane, begins at the most recent wrestling event I attended. Liverpool Championship Wrestling.

The scene opens to a moderately sized ballroom, the home of LCW for some time now. It has been rumored for the past week that Jackson Black may be on his way out of Europe and he will tonight address those very rumors. The packed house has been on edge all night as they await news although the impressive wrestling on the card has kept them entertained for the most part. Trent Recker, one of the last true friends Jackson Black has remaining in the European scene has just defeated a local talent and is celebrating in the middle of the ring. Recker has been a large contributor to European wrestling over the years but also spent a year and half in America. “Long Hot Summer Days” fills the arena and the crowd will not have to wait any longer. Before long the curtain is thrown open and Jackson Black appears. He is greeted by a very mixed reaction with the crowd split down the middle. A big smile is wide across his face as he begins to make his way down towards the ring. Black, who is dressed in his wrestling trunks as well as a custom t-shirt begins applauding his friend as he gets closer to the ring. He hops between the ropes and into the ring before asking for a microphone.

Jackson Black
Ladies and gentlemen, my friend and your winner this evening…….TRENT RECKER!

The crowd applaud once again as Recker has become somewhat of a fan favorite over recent months. Black walks over to Recker and raises his hand as the referee had done before. They parade around the ring for a moment before they embrace in the center of the ring. Once they have concluded, the older Recker taps Black on the back of the head before he begins to exit the ring. Before he can get through the ropes however, Black pulls him back in. Recker looks somewhat confused however Black has a huge grin across his face. Recker asks Black what he wants but he continues to just smile at him. Then, out of nowhere, Black delivers his Lights Out, a huge superkick to Recker. The crowd is taken back as a stunned silence takes over the arena. Black pulls Recker’s limp body up off the mat and lifts him onto his shoulders…..BLACK HORIZON! Jackson Black walks around the ring like a man possesses as Recker lay motionless on the mat. The audience in attendance break out in a chorus of boos as some have taken this personally. They begin bombarding the ring with all the trash they can find around their seats as Black has once again picked up the microphone.

Jackson Black
You honestly thought in your mind that I was coming out here to congratulate you? After everything you have done? AFTER EVERYTHING? Many of you sitting here tonight may be wondering what exactly has this worthless virus of a man done to me? He, along with the rest of all of you, turned your back on me and you know it to be true. When all of those other wrestlers were moving on to bigger and better things because of how you reacted to them, where was I? BUSTING MY ASS every single night but none of you cared. Your favorites were on top of the world and I was parked firmly on the bottom. So why Trent Recker?

Black pulls the microphone away from his face slightly as he franticly paces around the ring before delivering a stiff kick to Recker who remains grounded.

Jackson Black
YOU LEFT! We would talk continually about others getting OUR spot and how WE would leave together but that didn’t happen did it Trent. The first chance you had, you took off across the world and who was left to wonder what had happened. ME! Now you come back, these same fans we used to despise for their choices begin cheering for you and what? Now they’ve ‘accepted’ you, is that it? I was not going to sit back there tonight and watch you tarnish my final night in this country. So yes, the rumors are true. I am leaving for Elite Answers Wrestling. THIS IS MY TIME! For the first time in my life, I am in complete control of my future and I am grasping it with both hands. For too long have I watched inadequate ‘wrestlers’ be granted my OPPORTUNITY. I AM SICK OF IT!

Black once again begins to walk around the ring at a ferocious pace before deliver several violent kicks to the back of Trent Recker.

Jackson Black
Whether you like me, you hate me or you can’t decide, you KNOW I deserve this. You have all looked down upon me for so long and now it is my turn to look down upon you. There is an old saying that goes “you don’t know what you had until it’s gone”. I never really took the time to understand this quote until right now. There will come a day, when you will all be in this very building once again. You will look into the ring and wonder, Why? Why did we not appreciate Jackson Black for what he was. Believe me, I do not need your sympathy but on this day, I will smile. I will smile because you will have finally realized what you had right in front of your damn face this whole time.

Jackson looks around at the audience one more time, seemingly soaking everything in for the last time.

Jackson Black
Goodbye LCW. Goodbye England. Goodbye Europe. HELLO OPPORTUNITY

And the cycle continues. 

When a certain field is dominated by one person for so long, domination becomes the norm and victory becomes customary. What I produced at King of Elite was just a given, but there is no call for an alarm because I have elevated myself to a level where there is no real need for celebration. There was once a time in my career where I would cherish each victory and sensitivity that came with each of those victories but such goals do not benefit me anymore. My fire only burns fiercer when there is something higher in play and I can admit with all contentedness that my Hall of Fame championship is the only thing worthwhile in my mind. So whilst I commend you for your first successful defense and appreciate your half-heart compliments Ryan Marx, I cannot have you bore me so much with vague slander. There is no doubt that the redundancy of my championship probably stands out more than other championship but to neglect the very fact that your championship is the very testament of a validation gold for the supposed 'new breed', I do not think you have any room to speak here. Then there are the dozen other championship which can be contended with the same argument and I say that realizing that I have held almost half of them if not more. What I am trying to make you realize is that the prestige does not come with the belt itself; the name has some merit, no doubt, but most of the prominent reputation comes with the champion. This is not a conflict between championships but rather championships who one way or another have found themselves to be proud owners of their given belts and now it is our duty, for the sake of that reputation to defend it. The Hall of Famer that created this very own belt did so knowing that it would create scorn against the ineligible but that is the very point of it. After all, the extent of this championship is not limited to Hall of Famers only but to any worthy challenger; who in victory can very well find themselves included in the prestigious circle. I have no desire to run in an unceasing circle running up my statistics because stalemates are boring but if that is all I am fed, then I cannot really do anything to change that perspective. Perhaps it is my very presence that lures the contenders off knowing that certain defeat is not worth contending when fairy-tales are not enough to overwhelm me but I cannot do anything about that. But at last, I cannot. I can only control the forces besides me, not anything more than that. I do not make myself to be a larger entity than I am but I see the same ruling cannot be applied to your arrogance. The representation of this company needs to be fitting so when the new generation claims that the veterans cannot let go of their pride and relevance, they are picking aimlessly at a fallible argument. If this company allows itself to be overrun with this new pack generation which ironically considers itself to be more needy than the veterans themselves, then they are running themselves into the ground. Any capable mind can realize that there needs to be an urge; a challenge and a goal for the new generation to reach and that is why we stand above you all. Because the simple of matter of fact is that if we are still winning championships in our versed days over fresh and young blood then you are simply not fit enough to represent this company in any capacity. Just as championships are validated by the merit of their holders, this company is validated by the merit of its leaders and not a single one of you in the new breed is a leader in my eyes. This God complex in its natural status sounds great but I will reveal to you the very thick double edge sword that comes with having such a complex as you dip back into reality.

There is this infallible feeling that comes in a young elitists' career where he wants to seem invulnerable, Ryan Marx and that treatment is not something invincible to you. And as I have so often done in my career to new breed, I will provide you with a dose of reality. Contrary to popular belief, I do not take much pleasure in totaling young pups but there is no better way for them to prove their stature competence. If you are able to find a way to overwhelm me then take all the pride and glory that comes with it; I will not lose a second of sleep because such inconsequential stuff does not matter much to me anymore. Wins and losses at this point in my career are records that I will glance over and chuckle at same day but it will ultimately be the championships and rings that will define me as a legend. But if it means so much to you to take me down once and for all, then come at me with all your might. However, do not expect an advantage in what you might perceive to be my negligence, I will take you with the same firm hand that I take on all of my opponents with. And I will let you see the realm that I have surmounted so that by the end of our dispute, there is ultimately no way for you to contest my estate and legacy. The same does not go for your opponents though, I am the complete reverse of what they outlined. They either saw you as a stepping stone for their own legacy or someone not profitable of their time but I want to enjoy this encounter in its vying, if for no other reason to route me away from the cycle for a bit. And I want to believe that you can usher this company into a new era but it will not be your vanity that will drive you but rather the experience that you will garner from all your setbacks. Because you will learn from setbacks more and you will ultimately end up thriving more. 

But until then, there is nothing you can do to change the inevitable present much like my opponent could not at King of Elite. 
My victory is imminent and at the end of the day, the cycle will keep on going.

Voltage promo #2



Friday, Stockholm, Sweden, 1:22 A.M.


(The scene opens on the a dark, cloudy sky that hangs over the Gamla Stan area of the city. It's here along the deserted cobblestone streets that we find a lone figure sitting in the darkness with his knees pulled In close to his chest. The wind howls as the camera pushes in closer towards the man. As it does his features become more pronounced, in particular the whites of his bloodshot eyes. This is the man know as Solomon Caine.)

Caine: "It is wondrous how time can change a place and its people. How the ways and beiges that would have seemed forever, faded away in the blinking of an eye, and were made into nothing more than a long forgotten relic. And just as that which stood proud was turned away from and discarded With ease, so shall all that stands now. So shall all that Stands now, be leveled to its foundations and uprooted on the day of the glorious reign.

Can no one hear me? Can they not comprehend all that I have spoken in the most basic and simplest terms? Do they lack understanding, or do they lack strength to do all that is needed? Do they not have enough within themselves to cast off the chains of this earth that have been shackled around their necks since the day of their birth? Do they still feed the cravings of their egos, their vanity, their illness? Or even the cowardice that festers deep within their hearts, for they cannot come to terms with how meaningless, and pitiful their existence truly is? How nothing they can build, or achieve shall have any baring Upon the world as a whole. No great feat, or grand structure shall survive the flood of fire. And no cause or gathering shall be able to withstand or resist the ones who have sent me from taking their rightful place.

Do understand now Tommy Meyer? My masters have called out to you, to be remade in their image, to be freed from the disease that infects the masses of Heathens. You have stood silent. Is this silence a matter of self preparation? Or is it self indulgence? Do you seek to offer yourself to them, that you may serve the purpose they have planed? Or do you just turn your head away in denial? Do you seek salvation, or just distraction?


See Tommy Meyer they already know you, they know you in your inner most core. They hear that drop of doubt echoing thru out your mind. They see that demon that paralyzes you with an inability to cast off that which binds you to a damnation the likes of which could never be described with words. They know all that rest inside you Meyer. They know all.

But they have seen potential within you as well. They have gifted you with that fire which burns within you belly. That great desire to inflict a righteous punishment upon those who deserve it. It is the ones who sent me that have instilled these within you. And as such they have shown great patients with you, so as not to see those gifts squandered. But make know this, sooner than you realize, they will demand an answer from you. And should you fail to produce one, you shall be discarded as the rest of the filth shall be.

DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!?! Do you feel the barest touch of warmth? It's because the fffffllllooooodddd ooooffff ffffiiiirrrreeeeee, it's coming draws closer and closer. It's beautiful light is just out of sight. That fire is coming to cleanse this world Tommy Meyer. It's coming eat the weak, the sick, the vain, and every other kind of abominable heathen that walks upon this world. Every wicked wretch, who attempt poison men like you and me, with their slanderous words of doubt. I hope for your sake that you are not swayed by their rotten tongues, for anyone who is shall join them as they are devoured whole, and consumed alive. They all shall cry out, and beg and plead for a relief from their suffering. But it will only come after their smoldering remains are nothing more that piles of black soot waiting to be scattered to the wind.

Make your choice Tommy Meyer. Make your choice. For on the hour they have chosen, you will be brought to their alter. And it is there where you shall find either life, or death. Prosperity or doom. A safe haven within their arms. Or a damnation that to you shall seem never ending! Shall you hear a word of life, or or shall you only hear your own screams of terror? Shall you taste the sweet honey that waits in their glorious reign? Of shall you only drink from the bitter cup of your own making?

This Sunday night, the world shall be wittiness to the choice you have made. And they shall also see the great reward in store for you, or the unending hell from which you'll never be able to esacpe from.


Listen well, for these are the words of the ones who have sent me. And for they willed it, it must be made so.)

(The camera holds on to Solomon before gradually fading out.)


The end.

Sometimes silence is golden. Silence is used in meditation to clear one’s mind. Silence is a useful tool in active listening. But the silence that I, Naheem “The Dream” Bogard shall discuss tonight is the silence of the crowd as Atiliano Castillos make his way down the ring. You see, the people want to see a dream come to life, not false visions turn to dust. You see Atiliano, silence may be golden, but your lack of words is nothing but fool’s gold. Here you are out there in the Land of the Elite, just a day away from being face to face with the Friday Night Franchise himself! The Dream thinks your El Dorado is a road paved in crap that the Dreamchasers, the true believers of the EAW Universe can see from a mile away! You can fight destiny and you can butt heads with the gawd, but this match will end the same way - my hand raised in victory. You’re young son and have a long way to go, and perhaps you can learn a few pointers from The Dream, but this is MY season one one-on-one premiere! You’re just an extra trying to make it in the industry. You got lucky when the scouts spotted you. Perhaps you thought this was your once chance to show the world that you can cleanse the industry of what you seem to be unworthy, but son let me tell you there’s a difference between wanting and doing. The Dream is a man of action, a representative of all the real men in this world in the Land of the Elite. My job has their representative is to kick ass, take names, and separate the men from the boys. Tomorrow the EAW universe will see just how much of a junior you are son!

*takes out a notepad and writes down Atiliano Castillos’ name, and shows the notepad to the camera*

Dream on!

How unfortunate.

You know something. I have a confession to make. I’m having a whole lot of fun this week. Really, I am. See, you would think I would have come to some sort of a conclusion this week, come to a crossroads in thought. You would think that I've exhausted every little piece of detail that would matter in such a manner that would suggest to onlookers that I should be satisfied so far with everything that I've said this week. You would think that if I didn't possess such an open mind that I would just suddenly stop and await my fate, see what my opponent says, see how effectively he is at deciphering everything I've laid out for him. They say the trouble with having an open mind, of course, is that people will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it. That whether they think they can, or they think they can't--they're still right in the end. That's what I've run into lately with many different guys I've faced. They believed that their way was the superior way, that their totality must mean that they are the model fit of wrestler, the standard that one should aspire to be. This isn't always the case though. More often than not it proves to be just tireless fallacies based on ignorant perception. I may not be the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I'm still just as useful and capable of getting the job done just the same. I'm at least intelligent enough to recognize it when I see it and a lot of times I'm able to effectively combat against it and succeed. Does it always translate to the result I had hoped it would in the end? No. Sometimes it won't, and even when your way does prevail? That doesn't mean necessarily that your way or their’s or vice versa was the superior or inferior way. It just means that they prevailed and you didn't. Then Lannister finally comes forward to speak, and of course he tried to sell me on his way, tried to impose his will, believing wholeheartedly it to be superior to mine, and that what I have to say is nothing but pish posh. He would think. So then it will be up to me to convincingly say otherwise. Oh, people do think, think, think, don't they? For so long so many have come in trying to step up in an effort to try to turn back this awesome force, and for so long this mighty man has turned back challenge after challenge with his uncanny wit, undeniably superior intellect, and brute physicality. Nonetheless, despite it all, despite what could happen to me, despite the fact that I could walk away from this encounter never to be quite the same again, or perhaps not even walk away at all. Despite all that, I'm still coming for him. He's done a great many things to many other competitors like me, and competitors greater than me as well. He's crushed dreams, broken down frail egos. He's proved time and again why he's stood at or near the top for this long. I get it, i do. Well, how unfortunate. It's about time....time to prove it again. Just like I gotta prove myself every week that I'M what I say I AM, which is undoubtedly the hardest young worker in all of EAW today. This week will be no exception from the rest. I will more than prove my worth.

You can marginalize everything I’ve done up to this point, call me a pretender if it makes you feel so superior, and it changes nothing about this week. You can make all the assumptions that you'd like about me and the way I act, the way I carry myself, and the way I think as being a supposed path to my own demise. I in fact will welcome you to do so the same way I will welcome you into that ring on Showdown. Win or lose all the same, you will find out why I make the claims that I do, and why I am able to effortlessly follow through on those claims against anybody who opposes me week in and week out. So be careful, because assumptions can be dangerous things to make. I make none of my own, but not because of a lack of belief in what I'm capable of bringing to the table this Saturday. Oh no, quite  the opposite in fact. It was Tiberius Jones that told me recently that compared to me in every facet thought of that he was simply ‘more’. I have no doubts whatsoever that you will echo those same sentiments toward me, but I gotta tell you. There is nobody right now with my time of service or less here in the Land of the Elite that has done MORE with LESS than ME! Nobody! When Showdown rolls around it will like feel like Christmas again in the New Year. Did I mention already that I was having fun this week? I did, didn't I? You see, what's going to happen is I'm going to come out from behind that curtain Saturday night, stroll on down the entrance ramp, and enter that ring ready...ready for a fight, ready for a battle of wills...ready to no doubt take on the biggest, baddest, and the worst, but probably best challenge of my young career, and I'll guarantee one thing, just one this week. I'll guarantee that I'll walk away all the better from it. Trust in that.


How unfortunate.

You know what I detest a whole lot? I really hold a great deal of disdain for Imperialism. It's a long-term poison to this brand, to be sure. If I had my way this match would be for the Answers World Championship, and by golly I would do everything in my power to end the unruly chaotic sovereign of Das Lannister. I wouldn't even want the title. Just having it off Lannister would be the only thing greater than getting him straight up this week. I'm almost to the top of the ladder for sure, Lannister. It must be so cozy up there, Lannister. I'm so glad you have decided to allow me to bask in the champions shine this week. You see, Lannister, foolishly I will climb the ladder all the way, and I will walk through the ring of fire, and I will get to you. I will get to you, and you'll be forced out of your comfort zone. You'll be forced to reach into all your bag of tricks. You'll be forced to your very limits and beyond, because simply put, when someone draws me on the Showdown match card, that's they are faced with. I've got nothing to lose in this, and you know it, and only stain that will be is that of your reputation. Like I said, those names mean nothing, and if I win, oh and I know that's a big if to ponder, but if I did everything else would prove to be invalid too. Deep down in the very pit of your soul that should be of concern for you. I will tread, Lannister, because your elegant debris of words have no effect on me, and this Saturday every bit of punishment will prove be like showering of Christmas gifts in the new year. Basically put, you will be giving me everything I've ever wanted since I walked through those doors, which in the end will only strengthen everything about my own self as as I know it. I'm not impressed. HOW UNFORTUNATE. I won't be joining Nick and Tyler. I was always stronger than both this season, as I came to prove. HOW UNFORTUNATE. You want to slaughter me? Send me back down into obscurity? I challenge the truth and choose to defy it, because right now words aren't going to stop me. HOW UNFORTUNATE. I'm still coming for you, since I know you will be waiting. Little do you know though….how...unfortunate.

(Camera pans over and shows Moongoose McQueen sitting in a dark room in a straight jacket with a spotlight being shone on him. Setting across from, Sebastian Monroe with his hair a mess and the top collar of his shirt unbuttoned is interrogating McQueen. Monroe runs his fingers through is hair growing impatient while McQueen just leans back on his chair.)
 
Monroe: I’m going to ask you one more time, Moongoose. Are you conspiring with Jamie O’Hara this Friday?
 
McQueen: Who?
 
Monroe: You know exactly who. The entire reason I feel I have to set up this entire security thing was because of what happened at King of Elite.
 
McQueen: I don’t know what you are talking about. I wasn’t there.
 
Monroe: Don’t play dumb with me. You have been going on all week about how you are telling O’Hara of ways to get into the arena. I mean, are you and O’Hara even friends? Why would you both suddenly get so chummy and want to work together all of a sudden?
 
McQueen: It sounds to be like you just answered your own question.
 
(Monroe begins to pull on his hair in frustration)
 
McQueen: Careful, you might end up like O’Hara. *McQueen uses his eyebrows to point to his head* Squeaky Squeaky
 
Monroe: I’m not in the mood for jokes now.
 
McQueen: And you think I am? First of all, you called me in here, then you refused to be in the same room as me unless I put on this straight jacket. Now we have been sitting here for 2 hours, and you haven’t even had the audacity to offer me a glass of water. I’d like a cup of Tea, please. Picked by the poorest kids from Columbia.
 
Monroe: GOD DAMN IT!! WHAT IS IT GOING TO TAKE FOR ME TO GET A SERIOUS ANSWER OUT OF YOU?!!
 
McQueen: Well, there is something I want. If you were to give it to me, I might trust you a little more and let you in on a big secret about this week.
 
Monroe: What’s that? A title shot?
 
McQueen: What? No. No… No…. I want Drake Jaeger. I want a rematch with him. Title or not, I know I can beat him, and I will.
 
Monroe: And what makes you think I’d give you that?
 
McQueen: Leverage, Sebastian. Leverage is how I get the things I want from people in position of power like you, because you and I both know that any sign of weakness and failure will result in everything around you falling apart. No one is going to take you seriously if you can’t even stop one man from entering an arena. You’ll lose all control, and if you can’t do your job, well, you get replaced. You’re expendable, and I know that.
 
Monroe: I hope you know that you are too.
 
McQueen: Well, I’ll always be able to find another job. After all, that’s what being a mercenary is all about, but can you?
 
Monroe: I’ll think about it. Now tell me, where will Jamie O’Hara appear?
 
McQueen: Alright, Monroe. You want to truth? You sure you can handle the truth? Well, the truth is this. They were not blue prints to the arena. They were in fact cam shots of Consuela Ava that I sent to O’Hara.
 
Monroe: And how did you get those shots?
 
McQueen: Well, I didn’t get those shots. Shimmer did. I already told you, security is horrible in this place.
 
Monroe: Yeah, and where is that giant freak at now?
 
McQueen: Either in the Empire locker room, and he’s standing right there in that corner right now.
 
(Camera pans over to the dark corner where nothing is there)
 
Monroe: So you’re telling me you are not working with Jamie O’Hara?
 
McQueen: I never said that.
 
Monroe: WELL ARE YOU?!!
 
McQueen: Give me my match and we’ll talk!!
 
Monroe: FORGET IT!!
 
(Sebastian Monroe attempts to flip the table, but can barely lift it before storming out of the room and slamming the door. Monroe can be heard in the background )
 
McQueen: Well, that was rude. (McQueen quickly removes his straight jacket and stretches his arm). Shimmer, you there?
 
(A figure in black face and a black jumpsuit emerges from the corner and opens his eyes, revealing The Artist Formerly Known as Shimmer had been in the room that whole time.)
 
McQueen: Were you able to drop the envelope off to O’Hara?
 
Shimmer: The ones with the nudes or the blue prints?
 
McQueen: The blue prints, you idiot. And I thought the nudes were fake?
 
Shimmer: Well, they weren’t her nudes….. rather… they were my own, but I did deliver the blue prints…. As well as my nudes.
 
McQueen: ……..AND?!!
 
Shimmer: He gagged at the sight of my golden globes.
 
 McQueen: I MEAN ABOUT THE BLUE PRINTS!! IS HE GOING TO USE THEM OR NOT?!!
 
Shimmer: He didn’t say anything. He just took it and walked away. Nothing else.
 
McQueen: Well, then that’s good enough. It will all come down to nature.  Once again, Xavier Williams running that big mouth of his. Idiot can’t even see the irony of his actions. Ooh, Jamie attacked me first, and now I’m attacking him. Geez, you don’t think that Jamie won’t, I don’t know, attack again? Creating this endless cycle of violence and idiocracy between those two.  But I suppose that’s just what the people want to see, and I suppose I should be the man to deliver. Because even without all the pieces, I can tell a lot better stories than Xavier Williams ever could. Seriously, I was starting to get a little bored there. No wonder he needs that excitement in his life. Xavier Williams can tell all the stories he wants to define him, but they will never match up legend that is my career. Small promotions or not, I’ve seen things, done things people still think is impossible. I make things happens when they shouldn’t, and when people ask how, they don’t like the answer. It’s because I am Moongoose McQueen. And if Xavier Williams wants to ask what makes him so sure that he knows exactly what will happen? That answer is still “I’m Moongoose McQueen.” That the difference between Xavier Wlliams and I. People are surprised when he actually accomplishes something. People are surprised when I fail. It says a lot about how different we both are and how highly the world looks at you and I. You say you won’t ignore the things I’ve done. No, the truth is, you simply can’t ignore the things I’ve done. Those who tried, I made sure they remember who I am what’s my name. And come this Friday, if Jamie O’Hara is smart enough to take advantage of the situation I have presented to him, you will never…. EVER forget who I am. I might just be a fish to you, but let it be that every time you see a fish, you take a turn to see if someone is right behind you. Every time you see a fish, you flinch and cover your face in terror as if something is about to strike. Every time you see a fish, I want you to believe at any moment, I can strike you down in an instance like death. Whatever you want to imagine what I am, an asshole, an ordinary man, hell, perhaps that small reflection on O’Hara’s head, you won’t be associating it with disrespect, but fear. After all, if I can’t gain your respect, I can make you fear me, and if anything, people should always be afraid of the unknown. People will never know who I truly am. People will never know what I am. But I keep saying it, I’m Moongoose McQueen. I ain’t nothing like you’ve ever seen or face before, and Xavier Williams, you will be lucky, unlucky, whatever to get a small taste of what I have in mind for Drake Jaeger. He thinks we are done? Well, I’m not going to let him make that call, and I suppose you should learn from this. O’Hara and I aren’t that different. We choose to end things on our terms. And we’re just about willing to take advantage and exploit anything to make sure we get what we want. You say all you wanted was a challenge? Bitch, I’m Moongoose McQueen, you don’t need to ask for that. You’re gonna get that and more. It’s all part of the package. But I’m just warning you now, the only thing you’ll get out of me come tomorrow is me laughing as your ass is laid out in the middle of that ring. Whether it’s because of me or O’Hara, that’s up In the air, but you’ll hear it, and you’ll remember it.
 
But until then, Good luck with Jamie O’Hara. I’m sure when he drowns you In the sea, I’ll be there with all my little friends laughing , saying “I told you so. I TOLD YOU SO!!” And that’s really the only thing I care about in our little match this Friday. I’m right, and you’re wrong.
 

(McQueen lifts trap door in the floor and Shimmer descends down. McQueen follows before shutting the trap door down. The camera pans over to a sign on the wall, revealing they are at the Beijing National Indoor Stadium)

Lannister has heard this tale before. Rex is not speaking in revolutionary terms, as he is not the first, nor the last, to spiel this gospel that he has what it takes to tame the figure in which Lannister represents. Whilst Rex is catered to believe in his own train of thought that Lannister has built a legacy upon bones and ashes, none of which are his own, that the argument is somehow weighted in valued measure - is obviously one of many missteps in which Rex has come to assuring himself of. Rex wants Lannister to believe that he can even attempt to get Lannister out of his comfort zone. Hah! Lannister can only laugh at these baseless boasts. Who are you trying to convince, Rex? Lannister or yourself? Because throwing out these mountains of cliches like "MY kingdom" as if Lannister is lead to believe a single ounce of your nonsense is nothing but laughable. Because Lannister knows not to fear the misleading, nor will tears drown the eyes of the one that rings true for this false pretender. Lannister cannot hope to find a semblance of sympathy for those that embark on the illusion, in which was created from meager ambitions. A pointless sacrifice this is going to prove to be, one that leaves the home front defenseless. This world is Lannister's slaughterhouse, and by no means is Lannister the kind to discriminate against those that tread these treacherous waters. Because men like Lannister serve as the butchers to those that stray far away from home, and Mr. McAllister - how you have invaded into lands that serve not as your own. There is a sense of justice Lannister is bound to feel, when he humbles the like of your kind. It is one of the many virtues of being Lannister after all, being the one to serve as the self-righteous figure of representation. You seek to climb to the mountain top, Rex, Lannister can see the admiration in such a journey. But buyer beware in this discord, for you are bound to only leave a lasting stain on your psychology once rushed into the groove. Of course now, you sit there and fall upon these false pretenses that you have what it takes to combat Lannister at his measure. The young and hopeless are always suspect-able to such a verdict, the world hasn't made a cynic out of you just yet. But that is where Lannister comes in, as the architect to what reality should feel like. Lannister has humbled greater men, Rex, don't freight - it is only the burden of your beliefs you have to free from. Lannister is saving you from such monstrosities. No light of dawn shall continue to shine upon these false flags you wave. Lannister is the enlightener to many and all, and he no longer seeks to confine it all to the bracket of a kingdom.

There is not a shade of compromise to be had in Lannister's execution and judgment, and the brute force is one you have never come to recognize. Because those that play with fire shall burn themselves in the process, and you are not the exception to this very rule. Adamant you are, but terrorizing and superior, you serve not. While you are lulled into this false sense of security, based on your meager successes, Lannister has created a trivium in his name and steed. You may be right in the sense that Lannister has nothing to gain from this particular match-up, in terms of his own legacy - how wrong you are to believe that the equation revolves around that one simple factor. Lannister is not in the business for his legacy, as much as the industry would like to believe. He has much simpler tastes than that, one in which, you yourself shall never grasp. Lannister would rather be king of the ashes than the King of Elite these days. There is simply a taste that leaves the world bitter, and Lannister in his glory, when he has humiliated and devastated a foe. Tyler Parker and Nick Angel no longer roam these halls, no longer call themselves EAW Elitists - and Lannister is the source for their extinction. Who is to say that you won't be next, Rex? While you seek to climb this ladder, it is a task that Nick Angel himself came to resolve. And look where his path led him -- right into the arms of serfdom of Lannister's chronicles. Look at Tyler Parker - a man who became obsessed with the idea of climbing that ladder once more - only to find himself bound to it, and the receiving end of its mercy. Lannister deemed no harm ill-will and negativity towards these men - like Lannister said, he does not discriminate - yet here we are. And here, they don't stand. Lannister is not in the business for anybody but himself, but that is going to be fact that Lannister believes you already knew. So while you might be so eager for this opportunity that waits upon the horizon, it would be ever so wise to tread lightly, on the task at hand. Because you know what they say about Chaos -- Chaos is a ladder. And one might argue that you are climbing that ladder... instead.

But regardless where you are - or where you're going - let it come back to the simple fact that you are the shadow in this game in which we play. You are the one chasing Lannister, you are the one seeking the keeper of the reign. It is Rex McAllister that seeks salvation in the distance, that seeks to prove this stage as one to call his own. Rex McAllister sees such a match-up this marquee as his proving ground, a chance to validate his place among the ranks. But let it be said, and let it ring true, that it is Lannister that is the harbinger of truth. It is with this certainty that Lannister tows the line with, one that cannot be replicated or duplicated. Lannister sees vassals that seek omission from his decree, only to leave themselves suspended in disbelief by the pure nature in which Lannister towers from. While you mock Lannister and his usage of titles, let it be said, that it is Lannister that comes to the foresight of heroes and their decay. Lannister is not a champion to sit in silence, proving his worth through humble means. Yes, Lannister serves under the tone of absolution, but why wouldn't he? Unlike you and your absolution, Rex, there is a manner of testimony and demonstration to back up the figure. Lannister does not mean to bore you with a history lesson, so he won't - but it seems as if you you spent your entire tirade trying to convince Lannister how you are a challenge in which Lannister has not yet seen. And all Lannister can do is laugh at your expense, and just hope for your sake, that you can mimic this very vision you have consumed for yourself. Lannister believes not a word in which you spire, as it is coming across as anything but authentic. But Lannister has seen your talent, and he is not one to deny it. But Lannister has seen this argument made before, and how it has become apparent that dreams are only acquired, just to see them fade. You will not fulfill this void, fulfill this dream at Lannister's expense - Lannister can promise you that much at the very least. Lannister may seem to you, given the harbinger of the Answers World Championship and all, that he is the gateway to your success. But this fallen prophet that has been cast upon you will serve as the appendix of your own undoing. If anything, what Lannister is most known for, is defiling the dignity to any foe that dare cross his path. How many times has Lannister humbled the likes of Jacob Senn? Lannister still remains the one and only man to TRULY humble the bastard of Vendetta. Lannister remains the man who drove Norman Hellion to true madness, and out of the industry and never to be seen again. Just face it, Lannister is the unwritten law of eradication - it's about time this entire INDUSTRY saw the premonition in the form of Lannister!

Nonsense continues to brew from those of inferior claims, of envious ties. But one constant variable always remains true: The one that reigns as the Answers World Champion. And you think Lannister is phased fazed from some second-rate notion from a third-rate being in Rex McAllister? Hah! Don't perplex yourself in this over-compensating of one self means, it only leaves yourself vulnerable to Lannister's very tactic. But Lannister supposes that is for you to live and let learn this coming weekend, Rex. The Elite Answers world is currently in the midst of a reckoning, and the soared Eagle and untamed Lion is the spitting image of its depiction. There is not a march to stead from this beaten path. Lannister won't go as far to call it a terror, but it is certainly the culmination of doubt and fatality all converged into one sector. So go ahead, Rex, try to lay waste to, and cling to, the idea that your words of "My Kingdom" is going to wreck havoc on Lannister's psyche. Because while you set your sights on replicating Lannister's current stature, he has risen above the days of kings and queens. He has risen to that not of a god, but a titan among men. Lannister is the imperial rule still on Showdown, yes - but that serves not in the notion that it once did. For all of EAW is Lannister's to rule, from the desolate seat in which Lannister himself represents. There is not a living soul that can touch Lannister - and that includes YOU Rex McAllister.

Be careful what you wish for, Rex McAllister. You keep knocking on the door, eventually somebody's going to answer you.

And the figure of Lannister, might be a regard in which you cannot bare to be sent.

Tick...tock....tick....tock. The time continues to count down to zero, less than a month until it's truly over and the time is ticking until I am crowned EAW Interwire Champion. People keep asking me on the street this past week if I really want to re-sign with the company. Do you want the answer to that question? The ANSWER YOUR DAMN RIGHT I WANT TO BE HURTING PEOPLE LEFT AND RIGHT BUT THE EXECUTIVES AT DYNASTY DON'T WANT TO GIVE ME A CHANCE! THEY DON'T WANT TO GIVE ME THE CROWN THAT IS RIGHTFULLY MINE AND THAT IS THE INTERWIRE CHAMPIONSHIP! People need to learn the hard way of not giving me what I want but quite frankly the match I have this week is something I really wanted for the longest time. People might get goosebumps every-time they see this man, they might flinch, always have a chip on there shoulder but me? I am not afraid of anyone in this business even if it's you Hades. One of the biggest legends still on the active roster on Dynasty or on the whole roster period. If you have been living under a rock for the past five years let me read you off some of his resume that might catch your eye. Former Interwire Champion, Elite Champion, Answers World Champion, the 2014 Grand Rampage Winner. The list can go on and on people but the biggest statistic you need to learn about this man is that he is a Hall of Famer. While all those facts and statistics maybe true they are just numbers to me. I don't give a flying fuck if you are seven foot tall or five hundred pounds whoever I am facing in the ring better realize they are going to suffer for other peoples actions and why the Dynasty executives need to name me number one contender or one by one some of there favorite stars will fall and I will end there careers with a blink of an eye. The Machine Break is one of the most devastating moves in the wrestling world today and no one has been able to stop it yet and every single victim has visited a trip to the emergency room. I should have been the King of the Elite not Tiberious Jones, everyone in the back knows it. Dynasty executives didn't put me in the tournament because they know in the back in their thick brain or there's that it would be a blow out from the first match. Bring me my fucking crown or each soldier will fall, you want a new signature on the dotted line? NAME ME CONTENDER OR I WILL END HADES CAREER WITH AN INSTANT. WHERE IS THE ALMIGHTY HADES WHEN YOU NEED HIM? Oh yeah.....no where to be seen after I break his damn arm tomorrow night!

Hades man I respect you to death in this business. When I first came to the land of the elite I was praying that some day I would get to step into the ring with Hades the Hellraiser on a free per-view some day and it would be the best day of my life by stepping into the ring with an icon but also getting a huge pay day out of it. But lucky for me that day comes tomorrow night because the stock of The Wrestling Machine continues to rise and time is ticking before that Interwire Championship is put around my waist. You are right that I did lose the Young Lions Cup trophy and I do deserve better and should go for bigger and better things that's why I want the most prestigious championship in our business and that's the Interwire Championship. A title that you held in the past, but where the hell have you been man? You were on top of the world and now I feel your just fading away and it's sad to watch man. But here's a little word of advice, I appreciate the words coming from a Hall of Famer and someone I respect like you....but umm. I DON'T NEED ADVICE FROM SOME WASHED UP HAS BEEN THAT IS ABOUT TO HAVE CAREER SHATTERED INTO LITTLE PIECES. I hope you bring your A game because my dream will come true once that bell rings and it will be a matter of time before that Machine Break will be locked in and the Hades name will fall. The Lucas Johnson name will rise and everyone will HAVE TO BRING ME MY CHAMPIONSHIP!

(Michael Belfort stands by in the interview area with Ross Vegas, who holds a t-shirt bearing the words “1-2-3. ROSS VEGAS IS THE CHAMP”.)



Michael Belfort: The Cream of the Crop, Ross Vegas. What do you have there?

Ross Vegas: Read this sign up there. Hold that end up there. Makes me happy, yeah. 1-2-3, Ross Vegas is the champion, yeah. WOW. Take it away, unbelievable right there. Ross Vegas is doing unbelievable things. And I’m only ever three seconds away from changing the course of history, dig it? Here’s the way it goes: Drake Jaeger, 2017 is not your year. I’m gonna beat you tomorrow night on Dynasty, yeah, in front of the screaming Japanese crowd, full of the underage Japanese women you love. And then I’m gonna beat you for the title. Winning that title from you, you know how easy it’s gonna be? It’s gonna be easier than -- hold this…

(Ross Vegas hands Michael Belfort a hard candy and snatches it away just as quickly.)



Ross Vegas: Taking candy from a baby. Unbelievable. I can take all the candy and pour it on your head right now! And you won't know what hit ya! OOOHHHH YEAAAAAHHH. That's what Ross Vegas can do. That's the element of surprise. I coulda poured all this candy over your head and you wouldn't have known what hit ya! Just like I can be up against the ropes, and you think I've got nothing left in the tank, and then I COME OUTTA NOWHERE WITH A SUPERKICK. And then ROYAL FLUSH, 1-2-3, VEGAS WINS. That's the power of Ross Vegas. When it seems like all is lost, I still got an ace in the hole. So I could pour this candy all over your head right now. But I ain’t gonna! I’m gonna pour it on mine. ELEMENT OF SURPRISE, YEAH!

(Ross pours a jar of candies over his head.)



Ross Vegas: Aren’t I something, jack? You see me out here and I do the wild, the unthinkable, the impossible. And tomorrow night that is exactly what I will do. Drake Jaeger, the third time’s the charm. And your harem’s gonna fall apart when I work my charm on em after the show. Better believe it buddy. Breakout moment, yeah, for Ross Vegas. This is the BREAKOUT MOMENT. LIKE TAKING CANDY FROM A BABY!

(Ross rips off his t-shirt Hulk Hogan style)



Ross Vegas: DRAKE JAEGER, UNDERSTAND… that the belt… will fall… in 2017. The Interwire Championship belt… will fall, 2017. Mark my words, I will be the Interwire Champion within the year. And not only the Interwire Champion, I will be the World Heavyweight Champion. RESPECT IT, BELIEVE IT, TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT. OOOOHHHHHH YEEAAAAAAHHHH!

Michael Belfort: Is that a prediction? Or is that a promise?

Ross Vegas: A promise, yes it is. And I promise to YOU, THE THOUSANDS IN ATTENDANCE AND THE MILLIONS WATCHING AT HOME, that you’ll have a champion you can be proud of, the world’s greatest, Ross Vegas. You know they say that all men are created equal. But you look at me and you look at Drake Jaeger and you can see that ain't true! The concept of pumping iron and putting in the work is so foreign to Drake Jaeger that he resorts to calling me a "steroid freak". WELL YOU CAN INJECT YOUR ASS WITH ANY SYRINGE YOU WANT TO, DRAKE. YOU'RE NEVER GONNA BE AS STRONG AS THE CREAM OF THE CROP! Because I'm a GENETIC FREAK. I AIN'T NORMAL! You got a 25% chance, AT BEST, at BEAT ME! And I'm gonna break it down for all my ladies out there. Would you rather be with me, THE CREAM OF THE CROP, or little emo boy Drake Jaeger? What do you think, Michael?

Michael Belfort: We're running out of time here, any last thoughts on your opponent?

Ross Vegas: Oh I got tons. And I think I've said all that needs to be said about Drake Jaeger. Except for one thing. You see, Drake Jaeger has some delusions of grandeur. He really thinks he deserves better than facing The Cream of the Crop. Well lemme break it down for ya, manlet: I'M THE CREAM OF THE CROP, THERE AIN'T NOBODY BETTER! NOBODY DOES IT BETTER THAN I DO. I am the shining star of Dynasty, and I will prove exactly why tomorrow night. You got that, Drake? Let me put it in a simple way that even Drake's harem can understand. I’m gonna tell Drake Jaeger what he is. HE AIN’T NOTHING BUT A STEPPING STONE! A STEPPING STONE… TO THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP BELT! And I will run through you, your harem, and anybody else out there who wants to take a gamble against Ross Vegas. DON’T BET AGAINST VEGAS! NOT THIS YEAR!

Over a month ago, I swore to change the present course the EAW has undertaken; one that would ultimately lead them to their own demise.  I tried to be your Savior.  Your Hero.  Your watchful protector.  But I now see that I am not the Hero the EAW deserves.  That honor belongs to another.  Much like their identity, the date of their arrival remains a mystery to me.  But I trust they are fully aware of what their objective is -- that which fate requires of them -- and they will be a willing participant in the salvation of the company I held close to my dark heart for six years.  Hopefully you can take it to heights that I never could; accomplish what I couldn’t.  From the moment I entered this place I was made well aware of my destiny.  To resurrect an era that had been lost.  An era of excitement, suspense, and darkness; but more importantly, an era of pure hell.  An era that will have to continue without Hades the Hellraiser.

When I pictured my final match in the EAW, I figured it would be with someone who I despised but greatly respected like DEDEDE or Moongoose McQueen...someone I watched grow over the years like Xavier Williams or Nick Angel...or perhaps someone I’d never beaten like the Heart Break Boy; but I was never one to be picky so Lucas Johnson will do just fine as I know better than anyone what he’s going through.

When you go week after week, fighting tooth and nail to become something of importance in a place where the odds are stacked against you and you haven’t a friend or ally to turn to for comfort -- it can be rather overwhelming to deal with on a weekly basis.  But then somehow -- someway you manage to silence all of the doubters in overcoming the unfathomable...only to lose it in a short period of time.  Those voices return, much louder than before, you’re kicking yourself every step of the way and the only thing that seems to numb your pain is to place pain on another.

Lucas, I know that you’re enduring dark times right now, and the only way out seems to be in ignoring it; but it isn’t.  The only way out is through.  You must confront your inner demons and make peace with them.  You lost the Young Lion’s Cup, big whoop!  Go get it again or better yet, go out and get a bigger -- better championship.  Give everyone who slanders your name a reason to REALLY despise you.  Make them hate you because they aren’t you!  It’s that kind of attitude that has made my career, and one that I intend on beating into you tomorrow night.

This week on Empire, I face an unknown. Someone who claims to have inherited wealth after her parents tragically died at a young age. How uplifting that despite all of Amani Morrison's hardships and all the surgeries she's been forced to undergo, she honestly believes she has what it takes to succeed here when she couldn't even make a success out of herself in third-rate promotions nobody has ever heard of like XWA and TWE? After multiple surgeries, she decides NOW would be the best time to make a return to wrestling and give EAW a shot? I hate to dash your hopes, Amani, but sometimes it's completely worthless to pursue a dream because it can, and will, become your nightmare. You probably see our match on Empire as a fortunate opportunity for you to knock off one of the best in the business, but in reality you're facing a death sentence. You're facing someone who won't feel any shame or guilt whatsoever as I attack your surgically repaired knee. The fact that EAW gave you a contract knowing full well your prior injury history and inability to make a name for yourself in garbage underground companies is a joke, but then I guess you're here because people like me are meant to feed on people like you. I can't imagine that as EAW gave you a contract and you just delightfully signed on the dotted line like an oblivious schoolgirl that they actually extended you an offer because of your talent or ability. You're quickly going to realize that coming to EAW was a mistake once we step in that ring on Empire and afterward you're forced to contemplate a third surgery on a knee that's already been destroyed beyond the ability to compete effectively in the world of wrestling. But you, such a little dreamer, actually think you're capable of posing me a threat? Maybe you didn't sign in EAW because you thought you could be competitive in matches with other wrestlers here. Maybe you signed simply because your inheritance ran out and you've fallen on hard times. When you have all the money in the world, why spend it on surgeries and training for a field that you obviously aren't any good at? When you stumble on luxury like the spoiled little bitch that you are, then in every sob story interview you give talk about how the loss of your parents still impacts you personally, why even bother to try wrestling to begin with? To escape from your reality? Your reality was better than the imagination of so many, but you just couldn't cope with being a rich girl. Not only did you train to be a wrestler, but after two surgeries and a complete lack of success, you honestly believe that you can bust down EAW's door and do now, in this hobbled condition of yours, what you never could do before? That's arrogance at its finest, but it doesn't matter. I've dealt with people like you before, and I'll deal with people like you again when I defeat you on Empire. Think about me in the emergency room, Amani.

Matt Ryder. Do you know what I think everytime I hear that name? Everytime I hear that name I always think of someone who HAD a code of honor and a never say die attitude. Everytime I hear that name, I always think of someone who HAD a heart of figther and an eye of tiger. Matt Ryder is someone who always have a rough journey just like I am and will do everything he can to conquer the world. He returned to the ring after Zack Crash tried to show a domination of a dictactor. Like every heroes in the comic books, Matt Ryder WAS a hero who tried to stop the terror of evils and take the evils down to the end of bottomless pit. And you know what? He succeeded. Technically, Damien Murdow was the one who ended the terrors, but Matt Ryder was the one who exposed Zack Crash to the world, what a terrible human being he is. Not only WAS Matt Ryder a hero, but he WAS a role-model as well. In every way, Matt WAS someone who can be an inspiration for any newer or younger guys. I know he wanted a piece of Ryan Marx for turning on him, but who doesn’t? Traitors are not good people, traitors are pathetic, traitors are fakes, traitors are bitches,and traitors are dummies.

....ironically, he’s turning into one now....

Did he act like an immature kid at Road Redemption? Yes, he did. Did he overreact? Absolutately. Did he do wrong by blaming everything on Matt Miles? No doubt about it. Is he a dummy? Oh yes, he is. Truthfully, I believe in redemption, I believe in second chances, I believe someone can changed anywhere and anytime to be a better person. Who knows if he’s regretting the descision he made now? Honestly though, I don’t think he’ll listen to me, at least not now.  

Ryder, I know you had...or still have two different personalities, but I never thought you’ll revealing yourself to the world, what a pathetic, self-centered individual you really are. You might be the one who pinned HBG to win the Tag Team Championship. Matt Miles might be the one who got pinned and caused you both to lose the Tag Team Championship, but aren’t tag teams supposed to share sorrow and happiness together? Aren’t tag teams supposed to be on the top and on the bottom together? Aren’t you the same guy who tried to recruit four different indivduals to fight Crash and his team together? What happened? You already know how it feels to be betrayed, why would you do the same to someone who can trust you a lot? Do you think he’s a liabilty? Then you must be so full of yourself. You are nothing more than just another, a pompous, arrogant, self-centered, prick, Ryder.  If you don’t like what I’m saying, then just show me everything you got and fight me like a man like you really are.

You know Ryder, you and I always have rough journey in our careers. The last time I pinned somebody was like.....what, 3 months ago? Winning is a rare case for me, I know that, you know that, and everybody know that. But did you ever see me moaning and complaining? No. Because I believe as long as I’m still believing in myself, I can be something I always dream on and that becomes a world champion in the future dates. You can laugh at me all you want if you like, Ryder and the fact and the truth is indeed I haven’t even winning a National Elite or New Breed Championship belts yet, but I know one day, I can make my dreams come true. The Pizza Boy acknowledge this and he had a hard time beating me. Kevin Devastation was so scared enough to be beaten cleanly and fairly, hence why he decided to low blow me. The question is, are you going to be like The Pizza Boy or are you going to be like Kevin Devastation? The choises is yours. But let me assure you, that I’m going to punch you right in the face and kicking you all around the ring until you’ve had enough and making you realize that what you did is wrong. Am I fighting for Miles? You could say that, because truthfully, you deserved to be punished by yours truly.

SHOWDOWN II

"Retard Alert"

---The scene opens backstage at the DCU Center where Terry Chambers is standing arms folded unhappy by a terrified EAW interviewer and the interviewer after a while begins to speak---

Interviewer: Ladies and gentleman welcome to this EAW.com exclusive interview! Please welcome my guest at this time "God's Gift To Wrestling" Terry Chambers! Now Terry, you was asked here today to get your comments on Lars Grier. Let's take a look at what he said.

---The TV plays Lars Griers comments and Lars says on the TV "You're little roll as of late is nothing more than just an attitude change" then the camera switches back to Terry Chambers and Terry Chambers begins to speak---

Terry Chambers: God this guy is more of retard than I thought he was. I mean Lars, seriously dude? You obviously have never seen me wrestle before because I have never went through some type of attitude change. I never ever let the fans get to me and let them bring me down like Murrow is now, I could care less what the fans think of me. My winning streak right now is not a "attitude change" no no, it is simply just training, watching film, and getting better each and every single day. So why don't you put the roids down and pick up some dumbbells. And oh yeah, I stand by what I said saying you are handed everything. I never meant the struggles you went through life because I have been through a lot worse because my dad abandoned me and my mom was a drunk so I was raising myself all alone, don't ever try to say you had it tough growing up Lars, because you were never me as a kid. What I meant by that is when you come to EAW they are so impressed by your look as soon as you beat a few guys who are on a smaller level below you they get so excited and overlook the best talent they have and it's not just me, it is a history EAW has had. The difference between me and you growing up Lars is I wanted to be a WRESTLER when I grew up and wanted to be the best and thought about it every day of my life since I was 4 when wrestling was my only friend, you on the other hand likely just accepted a job offer because he needed the paycheck and just said why the hell not, that is another example of things being handed to you. I had to work for my contract busting my body and nearly getting killed on multiple occasions. I bet you don't have any scars from the indy scene. By the way Lars, any fool can win a battle royal, you just have to be in the right place at the right time. Hell I know a guy I finished 2nd to in the 24/7 contract battle royal to last year at Pain for Pride who ain't even here at EAW anymore! And by the way, my wins over the past few months weren't by luck as you are describing it. Here's a tip Lars, actually watch and pay attention to something before you go opening your mouth about it, okay? I didn't just "get a win" vs the former New Breed Champion JJ Silva, I ended his damn career! That last man standing match 2 months ago wasn't just because I attacked the guy from behind, I dominated Elite for the whole match then powerbombed his ass through a chair. That does not happen by luck. And my win a few weeks ago against Lioncross wasn't because of the manager because guess what Lars? did I tap out and the referee didn't see it? No? There was no indication the match would have been over, I had no intentions on tapping out there. The only thing me and you can agree on I guess is that Lioncross is a shell of his former self. I'm not getting "lucky", I am winning in style, you should try it sometime. And it doesn't look like you can close big matches because you couldn't close it at King Of Elite, I know what you are going to say, "you're not a closer either" but actually I am the past few months, you'll see come Saturday night, little buddy. I'll show you how to close a match properly and in convincing fashion too I might add.

---The interviewer begins to speak---

Interviewer: Lars also had this to say.

---Lars Grier: If you are truly the greatest wrestler, you wouldn't have left for Hollywood"---

---The camera switches back to Terry Chambers as he begins to speak once again---

Terry Chambers: Jesus man, you don't watch or do any research before you open your mouth do you big guy? Let me refresh you on that whole situation. We'll start out mid 2014 when I was a huge rising star but a dispute with management got me kicked out and I decided to try my hand at acting so I never left anything. It turns out that is not what I wanted to do because the 6 year old inside me told me this isn't what I should be doing so I was let back into EAW because I guess they needed to fill out depth because that's what they told me. I was confused because last time I was in EAW they were all over me building me up to be the next huge star now they could care less. The Hollywood effects took a toll on me and that was my huge funk in 2016 with a bit of ring rust but then went back to my roots when I cut the dead weight JJ Silva off of me and ended his career which turned my career around from there on. Also, what I meant by I held my place at the top of the mountain while you are going to slip off was when I was under the pressure, I didn't fold and I got better and better before that dispute happened, you see what I'm saying? I didn't let myself slip off the mountain, management pulled me down! I didn't crack under the pressure like you did at King Of Elite. And your failure at King Of Elite is only the first of many failures before you just give up and go work at a local grocery store or something trying to pay for a ticket for a EAW show to come see me as the Answerz World Champion. Lars, this match between me and you on Showdown is exactly how the Super Bowl this year will go, I'm the Patriots playing Brady, by the way who is the greatest of all time and you are the overhyped Falcons who think they are gonna pull the upset but the greatest of all time Brady will embarrass the Falcons and prove once again why he is the best. Terry Chambers aka Brady will dismantle the overhyped Lars Grier aka Matt Ryan.

Prepare yourself.

---The interviewer looks to ask another question but Terry Chambers cuts him off and walks off the set and then the camera fades to black focusing on the interviewer.---