The idea that some things are not as important as others in this company, be it the way we present ourselves, our approach, or motivation. I think that's absolutely untrue, we should never sell ourselves short in any situation, seeking to take something away from any each experience, using it to help us going into the future. The desire for excellence becomes a reality when we set a standard, reach it and surpass it consistently. We just have to keep being consistent, that's all. It is not given to us to know what difference we can make, and perhaps we can make no difference at all. But that is no reason not to make the attempt. Consistency, at its core, is what ensures progress, and it ensures success for most. It's contrary to nature...and life. It's like breathing—once you quit, your flame dies letting total darkness extinguish every last gasp of hope. You can't do that. You must continue taking in even the shallowest of breaths, continue putting forth even the smallest of efforts to sustain your dreams. If you're going to do something, strive to do it better than anyone else. Do it all the way. If you're going to half-ass it, then shouldn't even bother.

So one half of the Tag champs spoke on behalf of themselves, which was interesting. David? You and Jack? You guys are the champions in the tag division, but why only act like you care, when you really don't? Doesn't make a whole lot of sense on the surface. You're ingenuity and flamboyant nature is pretty evident. So you don't care about anything much as it regards this match, you were very clear. However, in comparing yourselves with the others, it pretty much sets you up to make blunders here or there in certain things that you decided to speak about. First off, don't insult my passion for the business that I show consistently when you barely show any unless you have to. Just don't show up, it's that simple. Having momentum means that I have stayed consistent for quite some time, whereas you two have slipped up here and there along the way over the last several weeks. If you want to continue to etch your names right up there with the best tag teams ever, then you have to stay consistent. I don't see my side faltering tomorrow. We are all very driven to do well, and do great things and push ourselves to greater heights, and that will be made very clear when we move on past this week right into Pain For Pride with the right type of momentum that we need. Count on it!

The shortest distance between two points is a straight line. Now I'm no PhD in mathematics, I'm a blue collar country boy, but even my redneck ass can understand that statement. Chris Elite, he doesn't like moving in a straight line. He loves doing all his little flips and flops and acrobatic ballet shit, he's running around in damn circles in that ring and calls it talent. He's delusional enough to really think, I swear to God, this motherfucker thinks that he's the most talented Elitist in this damn company! Chris, you fucking suck! People don't hate you cause they wish they were you, they hate you cause you got no talent, all you do is flippy shit, and you hide behind your damn boyfriend Big Mike! If you actually won a match for once without cheating like the little bitch you are, maybe some of these people would have an ounce of respect for you. But you don't, and you won't, and that's why you've not held championship gold since your forgettable New Breed Title run, and you never will!

You think I'm spitting bullshit, Chris? Well you'll see I ain't come tomorrow night when you get your ass whooped by the last American Hero! You think I'm the one gonna end up in the hospital? You may have taken one too many bumps there, "Killa". I may not be favored by Damien Murrow like you are, but the fact of the matter is when I do get an opportunity, I make damn sure I make the most of it. It's been a month since I stepped through those ropes and I am damn ready to make an impact. I'm all rested up, I'm 100 percent, I'm ready to kick your ass harder than Big Mike pounds it every night. Oh, did that offend you? Cry some more, loser! Cry about the fact that you couldn't pick up a win if it were right in front of you.

Cry about the fact that you're gonna be broke as a joke after you're done paying your hospital bills. I hope for your sake you got health insurance. As a matter of fact, I hope you got life insurance! I am so fucking pissed off right now I'm liable to snap and kill you, Chris! For a month I've been kept off the card, a whole damn month! I'm out of money and patience and I'm out to take back what's mine! Chris Elite, you will go down in history as nothing but the first victim of my path of devastation. Please, don't take it personally. I don't hate you, Chris. I barely know who you are. I don't give two fucks about you, Damien Murrow, or any other loser and hater who wants to talk shit on me! All I care about is being a World Champion and making Showdown great again!

Chris, you poor, poor soul. The fact that you're number one on Cody's list is nothing but an unfortunate coincidence. It really could've been anyone. And I do mean anyone. I mean this when I say there is nobody on this roster who can match me in the ring. I come straight ahead with pure southern strength. I don't do flips cause I don't need to. I'm the tower of power, man. I can throw any man on this roster around like a ragdoll. I'll take on Tiberius, Nico Borg, Lannister, anybody on Showdown, Dynasty, or Voltage, and I'll beat whoever comes my way. Y'all are about to witness a new era on Showdown. It's The House That Cody Marshall Built!

Chris, you can huff and puff and try to blow this house down, but The House That Cody Marshall Built will never crumble. The foundation is far too strong. God, Guns, and Guts. That's what I've built my life on and that is why no man will ever be able to stop me! You wanna try? Prepare to die. After tomorrow night, they ain't gonna be calling you "Killa". After tomorrow night, that title belongs to me. And pretty damn soon, a real title will once again be firmly in my grasp. As for you, Chris? Hope you like the hospital, midget! If you knew what was good for you, you'd just lay down in the middle of the ring and take the damn pin, cause if you try to put up a fight you got a one way ticket to snap city! I don't care how much Lucha Libre you know. Fact is, this is my world and you're just living in it, and you can't fucking stop me.

God bless America and goodnight!

My championship set ablaze. 

Yet, my legacy burns more radiant than ever before.

Your intentions are inaccurate, Jaywalker. What you perceive to be of importance to me is far off target. Materialism became very unimportant to me many years ago so you can set ablaze all my trophies and championships but you will not burden me one bit. That championship in all its beauty was nothing more than thick material, all I ever cared for what was it stood for and what it still stands for to this day. There are claims that I misled my role as the Hall of Fame champion but the matter of fact is that I never took on anything more seriously in my life. I took on the heavy shoulder of every Hall of Famer to ever be granted the honor and defended their legacy like there was no tomorrow. And whether you choose to believe it or not, I am still doing to that to this day. The only difference is this time, I am facing off against the forefather who is being deluded by his puppeteer Ares Vendetta to do his dishonest work for him. So it is naturally more intricate and complex than usual but once I realized that you two were going to break every single conformity in the book to get what you want, I took on the help of some of the greatest legends and fellow Hall of Famers to ever grace this company. I figured that if I was going to be hounded for the rest of this war, then I might as well recruit the best damn mercenaries; soldiers with a bit of shared history and a vendetta to give back. Hypocrisy is a beautiful tone to listen to when it benefits your side of the argument so do not take on the role of the moral stag, we all know that given the opportunity, you two would jump on the wagon quicker than anyone else. And unlike yourself who is an exhausting sight on this roster with nothing to offer to the future Jaywalker, the two legends that stand beside me do so because they know they can contribute to this company far more than you ever could. Above all, their number one intention right now is to wash the company off the litter that is Ares Vendetta and yourself. You have tried everything in your arsenal to get the formal prestige of being the Hall of Fame championship back and nothing has worked. Perhaps you can take it as a subliminal message from a greater entity that it does not belong with you but rather wishes for a better, more amazing human being to continue its legacy. So continue Jaywalker, continue to burn everything I have ever owned but realize that at the end of the day, the only thing you are only doing is lightening my legacy even more and affirming the matter of fact that I always have been and always will be the better man among us two.

And then there is the case of Tiberius Jones who seems to believe that he is stuck in another delusion of his. Our ages might not be the most flattering number on our resume but rest assured that we could still outperform a minuscule such as yourself Jones on any given night. I have already proven just how pertinent I can be in making sure that you do not see past the ceiling in this company. And if there is not a humble bone in your body to respect those who have provided this company for so long, then the least you can do is not run your mouth off. Whenever you decide to speak more out of your arse than your fists, it usually does not end up well for you. As always, you tend to oversell yourself before you even get the opportunity to prove yourself in the ring. And if anything, the banned from ringside guideline is probably going to benefit me more than yourself. My reason for employing The Heart Break Boy and CM Banks into my fight is to that our nemesis get a taste of their own medicine, I do not have a reason to employ someone of their talent to fend off someone as meager as yourself. That much, I am pretty certain I can do myself. Why am I so certain of that? It is just clear fact that every single person you named off is a legend from a far more talented period in this company. It can be cliche sometimes when troupers start claiming that the old times were much better for whatever reason but in this case, it is not just folklore, it is just the truth. The company needs people of our timely capacity to pull in even half of the crowds that we used to pull so whilst your proposal to bring all those legends may have been a joke, the reality is that their arrival would be a welcome sighting for this return and would certainly push you off the top of the ladder. Whenever we face off, it is mostly a one off usually without a story. But I propose that this bout will be something you will remember down the years because it will be seen as the match that changed your whole perspective on respect; on who to respect and if ignored, what ramifications could hold dear. We are taking it back to another time, I will teach you respect and that above everything else is a fact.

I took a leap of faith. I didn't care how many demons hung on my back, or how deep they dug their claws on my shoulder just to hang on, I was still ready to give more than my all just to have a sweet success with the Answers World Championship. Funny how it's always the risks that defines us. I stepped in the ring with a smirk on my face knowing that I have it handled... that just like all the other matches where Gold is on the line, I can walk through the flames with ease. But boy, was I wrong. Boy, did I regret that type of mindset where I convinced myself that Y2Impact would be the same kind of demon as the Heart Break Boy, or Eris LeCava, or Kendra Shamez and Cameron Ella Ava, where I could allow my anger, and rage, and passion to take over me and it would lead me to victory. Y2Impact has a bigger weight than that. Y2Impact's effect was stronger that I couldn't let loose and go for the attack. His influence on me blurred my judgement so bad that best I could do was evade until he tracks my ways and finally caught me off guard. Thus, making my leap of faith, turn into a sad attempt at a Championship. Success was only an arm's reach away, and it slipped right through the cracks before I had the chance to claim it. I have to be brutally honest with myself first and foremost before I deal with this and finally get his slimy claws off my back. From where I'm standing, nothing about Y2Impact has changed. He is still that same ingrate that would rather step on my throat and ensure that I am broken and battered, than accept changes with open arms and finally part ways completely. He is still the uncaring piece of shit that makes me feel miserable on a daily basis but I held on to because I thought I was in love.  I have to say it out loud and keep it locked in my mind, because if I don't, then rest assured, I will make the same miscalculations and missteps the next time I face that resentful pig pretending to be a man... And now I am scheduled to face another one. Axl Willow, a man who has suffered nearly his whole life just to get... well, nothing. He doesn't have the looks that you'd display as a Champion, so he hopes his nearly non-existent skills would take him where he needs to be. To the Championship picture! To the bright lights to get recognition! To the crowd's favor as he gets his participation trophy as he goes against whats-his-face in yet another exhibition match that is likely a joke of a performance, as he thinks it would have a bearing on his future on Showdown. Though I am not willing to give up my allocades, along with everything I have worked for, I look at you with envy, Axl. Not because you have the wrestling skill of a potato and a smile that says "I lose every week in my matches, and I don't care!", I also see you as one whose career can take him anywhere because he has a clean slate. You're still working your way to Championships. You're still taking challenges one at a time as you start to compare your capabilities with another. You haven't dealt with the horrifying reality of this company that pushes you to go above and beyond your limitations because the reputation that you built can fade away in seconds if you don't perform your fullest. You haven't been forced to burn your best friend's skin that results to them being hospitalized before they come back to haunt you shortly after. Nobody has put rails around you to get you confined and subjected to unfavorable situations, while attempting to shove your opponent's faces on said rails, breaking them into pieces one by one, until you're the last one standing. There's no shackles that keeps your two feet together, no ball and chain that keeps you from running your own pace, and no Y2Impact that offers you the gift of their presence while refusing it gets you beaten down as blood shoots from your mouth. You haven't experienced the full extent of what the top dogs are willing to sacrifice just to be under the bright lights, fighting at the main event. Look at yourself, Axl, and then look at me. We are only human, but we perceive things differently based on what happened in our lives. You can easily look back on your dark history and take a step forward to move on, while I'm still living in my nightmare. The only thing you have to think about is what is there to lose and what more can you do, as you explore in territories with a smile on your face. But do you know the bad side of having a clean slate is? You'll eventually fall victim to the tenured athletes, who have already dealt with a million other versions of you. On a normal day, I wouldn't waste any time dealing with your likes because I know that I've already won before I started playing, but this time, after I had my body broken and battered, I still stick with what I know to do -- I fight another day. It's the only way I can take my mind off my demons, it's the only definite path to show that nothing, not even Y2Impact can shake The Heart Break Gal. I am a future World Champion, Axl, and I expect to win with that idea still imprinted on everyone's minds. No more leap of faith... this time, I am jumping for the kill.

You should be grateful you even had a match.  When is the last time you even stepped foot in the ring? I mean seriously Cody it’s crazy how big you talk for someone who had to beg to be booked on the super show and still not even have it happen.  “Everybody hates Chris” that’s actually pretty clever Cody.  I find it pretty funny though that you have the audacity to call me a “Pussy” I’m not the one running around begging our general manager to be put on shows.  I don’t have to do so even with all the times I have failed even with me being “Destroyed” by Ryan Marx if you really did equal ratings you would have been in Berlin but instead you stayed at your home in Texas watching me be “Destroyed” the only things you draw are stick figures.   Also don’t repeat what I just said to you before.  I told you I’m the reason YOU won’t kill ratings this week is because you’re against me.   Cody Marshall equals nothing but a whiner who tries to a wrestling Donald Trump.   Yes Damien Murrow does know what the people want to see and that’s you getting your ass whooped.  If the fans had to choose between the both of us they’d pick me.  The reasons they hate us are completely different.  They hate you because of how god damn annoying you are and how good you act knowing you are the reason Lucas Johnson is a champion in EAW.  They hate me because they ain’t me, they hate me because of the talent I bring to the table that their favorite Elitist doesn’t.   You on the other hand it’s really not that hard to be more talented than you do.  It’s not really that hard to be more entertaining than you are.   I’ve looked in the mirror and you know what I see? I see the guy that is going to make you regret everything you’re saying about me.  I looked at the guy who is going to make you regret wanting to have a match on Showdown.  I looked at the guy who is going to make you wish Damien Murrow did keep you off Showdown TV until your contract did expire.   I looked at the guy who is going to be the real reason you are left off TV and not because Damien Murrow wants you too.  I looked at me God Given Greatness, Sicker than Your Average, The Short guy.  I looked at me Chris Elite.  The last guy you will look at before you wake up in the nearest Hospital with some of your teeth on a table next to you.
 
You know where I’m going to wake up Cody? In some hotel room getting ready to call for some room service and looking at all the memes that have been created since after I defeated you and you know how I’m going to sleep?  Wonderful. I’m going to sleep wonderful.  I know I was right about this match not lasting long and it won’t Cody.  You are the predictable one I knew you’d come out and make jokes about what happened at Resurrection V and again you talk heavy for someone who wasn’t even backstage.   Have you been in the match what had happened to me would have been no different with that would of happened to you.   I don’t give a damn about your doctrine of dominance you can take that belief of “Destroying” me and throw it away.  It won’t happen everyone has claimed they would destroy me and leave me hospitalized and not once has it been spoken into existence.  I’m still standing and I’m not hurt whatsoever.  The same will happen next week, hell even a day after.  Scratch that… An hour after.  Chris Elite and Big Mike will be perfectly fine all these bald claims you continue to make will remain just that.  Bald claims nothing less and nothing more.   I’ve been irrelevant? You make it to easy Cody if I was so irrelevant I wouldn’t have been chosen as one of the 4 people to compete at a chance to be in that Extreme Enigma fatal four way.   If I was so irrelevant I’d probably have to be in the same predicament you’re in to remain relevant.   That’s not the case though and as for the whole changing my name thing I’ve heard it all before and at the end of the day I will remain Chris Elite.  I will remain the guy who this week who is going against someone average and someone who truly does suck and you being in the ring with me is too much credit given to you.   Because you and I shouldn’t be in the same ring let alone mentioned in the same sentence.  I’ll leave it be for this week though however after this week I won’t tolerate it.  
 
“OnE DaY MaRk mY WoRds, ShOwDoWn wiLl bE KnOwN aS… ThE HoUse CoDy MarShall BuIlT.”
 

And tomorrow will be known as the day Chris Elite tears the house you think you built will be tore down before it’s even started.

It’s about damn time. You thought you could keep me off your show forever, Damien Murrow? Huh? You thought you could put a stop to The Cody Campaign? Well you know what happens to guys like you? You know what happens to guys who hate the country that has given them everything? You know what happens to guys who try to take down an American Hero? Exactly what happened to the Redcoats in the Revolutionary War. You are going to be completely and utterly destroyed. Next time you make your entrance, Murrow, try to ignore the chorus of boos and just look at the crowd. Paying customers with hopes, dreams, and loved ones of their own.
Look at the look of disgust on their faces. Ask yourself why they react to you like this. You
wanna know why? Because you represent everything that’s wrong with this country. You remind the fans of their incompetent asshole of a boss who got promoted because he kissed the most ass! You treat your employees -- sorry, independent contractors -- like some action figures to play around with for your own damn amusement.

You micromanage every damn thing on this show like some kind of corrupt dictator! If history has taught us anything, it’s that micromanaging shit doesn’t fucking work. Countries like the great USA, with free markets and freedom of speech, allow their citizens to live lives of peace and prosperity. Compare that to these communist dictatorships where people are dying in the streets every day and the man on top, the proverbial Damien Murrow, doesn’t give two flying fucks. Murrow, you listen close and you listen good. All you do is use your power to hold down wrestlers you don’t like and give the brown-nosers in your inner circle opportunities they don’t fucking deserve! It’s not just me. You’ve made life a living hell on this show, the once great
Showdown, for everyone. Brian Daniels and Robbie V are gonna be leaving because of your
shenanigans, and your ratings are gonna drop like a stone ‘cause you ain’t never given any new blood an opportunity to grab the brass ring! I might not have to wait long to be named GM of Showdown. I hear the whispers backstage. Word on the streets is that the Board of Directors is not exactly thrilled with your performance. Murrow, I would take on anyone you want me to and I’ll kick their ass back where they came from! I’d take on any member of the Showdown roster… and you give me Chris Elite. Really?

Everybody hates Chris. You know why? You may not wanna hear this, Chris. But ruffling a few feathers never stopped me from saying what I needed to say. Chris, the reason why nobody likes you is because you’re a pussy who hides behind a bodyguard. If you had any balls, you’d fight for yourself instead of calling Big Mike to solve all your problems. You call yourself the “Killa”? Don’t make me laugh. The only thing you kill is ratings. That’s why they put you upagainst me. Fact is, Cody Marshall equals ratings. The powers that be know that I’m the only one who could drum up any kind of interest in a Chris Elite match! Murrow could’ve kept me off Showdown indefinitely, till my contract expired, but even he knows that the people pay to see their American Hero kick some ass! So Chris -- Mr. Elite, Killa, Sicker Than Ya Average, short dude, whatever name you wanna go by -- you think I’m the one who makes people change the channel? Maybe you best look in the mirror, that is if you can even handle seeing that ugly mug staring back at you.

But Chris, you’re right on one thing. You’re damn right this match ain’t gonna last long. In fact, you may not remember it when you wake up in your hospital bed the next day. I’m gonna make damn sure it don’t last long, ‘cause I can’t wait to get the fuck out of the UK and back to good ‘ol Texas, God bless America! I could drag this out as long as I want to. I could prolong your suffering until you’re begging at my feet for mercy. But my time is far too valuable for that. I’m going to finish you off quick. You didn’t think you were gonna get away with shit-talking me for months without having to back it up in the ring, did you? Of course you did.

You’re a predictable motherfucker, Chris. You talk big and get your ass kicked: just look at
Resurrection V. You got absolutely stomped by Ryan Marx, a man I beat without breaking a
sweat. Had I been in this match, I would have beaten him again and then squashed all of you
sorry losers. You, Chris Elite, are gonna experience firsthand how Cody Marshall’s Doctrine of Dominance works. I don’t care if Big Mike interferes, if this is a 2-on-1 handicap match… I’ve come too far to give up now. And as long as my heart's still beating, and blood flows through my veins, I am, and will always be, American Made. I’m going to make an example out of the both of you! When you mess with the toughest SOB on this planet, you can’t expect to walk out on your own power. Tell Big Mike to get a stretcher ready for ya. Hell, get him one too, cause Sunday night on Showdown it’s gonna be one, two, three with your narrow shoulders on the mat!

When I’m done with you, you ain’t gonna be turning over any leaves. Only turnover that’s gonna happen is you and your butt buddy Mike leaving the Showdown roster for good! You’ve been irrelevant since you got here, you skinny son of a bitch. Elite? Bitch, please! You should change your name to Chris Average or Chris Sucks, but even that’s giving you too much credit. The fact that you’re even on the Showdown roster is pathetic and shows how far this once great show has fallen. Listen up, people. It’s time we Make Showdown Great Again. It’s time lying, cheating wannabes like Chris Elite woke up and faced the music. It’s time Damien Murrow pays for his sins and order is finally restored to the best damn wrestling show in the whole world, Showdown!
When all’s said and done, the legacy of Showdown will not be that of a show ruined by the empty suit Damien Murrow. Over my dead body! I will not stand for this destruction of the show I made my name on. I will lead this brand to a better tomorrow. I swear to each and every one of you, I swear to God, and you can hold me to this promise, I will be the leader you need and the wrestler you deserve. Tomorrow I beat Chris Elite, after that, the world is my oyster. One day, mark my words, Showdown will be known as...

THE HOUSE...

THAT CODY MARSHALL...

BUILT!

♪Rock the Dragon beat begins as the Resurrection V anime opening begins.♪

Res! Res! Res-

Suddenly the music and anime animated scenery is cut off as a confused Tiberius IV is surprised by a camera catching him.

What the--

♚The camera expands to show Tiberius within a caged area playing archery dodge ball to fuck around, while one of his servants whispers into his ear.♚

TIV: What, Resurrection V has already come and gone?  

♚An opposing player tries to shoot an arrow at Tiberius.♚Shield!♚Another servant jumps in front of the foam tipped arrow and the king shakes his head not observing it all as his his people defend him.♚

You mean to tell me that event was real? I thought I was dreaming about old EAW events, The Heart Break Boy, Devan Debian and CM Bank$ running wild chasing after Jaywalker, like some dragged out of prehistoric times! Sure Ares was there, but I thought maybe Robbie V had just invited his soon in for some kind of bring your kid to work day type of shit….that’s where I got things wrong, no way Robbie would take care of his son! So all that stuff was real, I’m glad I didn’t show up for it, no wonder they had to ban everyone from ringside this week, they knew Dub’s dinosaur friends would try to save him from what’s coming on Showdown.

For last we met, I put that work in on you Dub, and made you come to terms with the fact that the king was nothing like the kid you once knew! The Komodo dragon shed its skin disgraced by the people of this nation, and the world was forced to realize it’s greatness fresh and unaltered as royalty like that of which it always should have been seen. Yes because of you I didn’t become Answers World Champion, but my crown proved a paraphrased quote true, you can’t stop the young people, they’ll always youthenize ya. Now that brings me to wonder what exactly you think you’re doing inviting all these unwanted guests into the brand I made the capital of EAW? I make this show the most must see television for EAW, I make this show stand above all others! So who are you to open the gates of my realm, who are you to make Showdown into EAW’s glorified retirement home without my blessing? Jaywalker, cool. Y2Impact, fine, put in HBG too. But you, POP, DDD running in whenever he wants, Robbie V, HBB, and now CM Bank$? My patience is not limitless Dub, I’m starting to think the people of Showdown are completely beyond hope for not standing up against this! I’m sick of having to be the one who does everything around here, but if it must be done it shall, I shall pulverize you right in the middle of that ring to showcase the torch was not only passed, but even completely warped into the form of my scepter!

All hail the pure black fro in 2017, white hairs evacuate! Through the grapevines, I’ve heard your title got burnt asunder on another brand’s show of all things, and trust me Dub when I assure you that it isn’t the only thing that can’t take the heat! You can’t handle what’s coming, your best course of action would be to quit while you’re ahead, though you just don’t have the courage to face the facts.

♚IV leaves his people and faces the enemy team.♚

That you’re dealing with someone more brazen than anyone else.

♚The enemy team all come forward and begin shooting at Tiberius. Tiberius ducks and weaves. He dodges, and taunts.♚

That you’re against the slickest of the slick with all the moves in the game.

♚While taunting one attempts to catch Tiberius off guard, but Tiberius catches it with his right hand right before it reaches his face and holds it tight.♚

And someone who always clinches it in the clutch.

♚Tiberius takes up a nearby bow, he confidently takes aim.♚

And my dropkick as sure at the arrow from my bow.

♚The arrow strikes a retreating foe.♚

Never misses its mark.

♚Tiberius goes back behind his own team. ♚

(Ahren is sitting outside on a beach sipping some lemonade)

Well tomorrow is the day of reckoning I do declare, and Aria, same old boring ass nonsensical ego driven repetitive as fuck won't listen to a damn word I ever say because she's too thick in the head to grasp a concept that isn't her own Aria... She stuck to her guns not surprisingly and said the same old shit. I don't think you're really, truly understand why I think you don't stand a chance with me. Through this entire week, you  have proven to me way too thin skinned to even compete at the level expected to be the Hardcore Champion. You blow things way too out of proportion, and in no way shape or form have the credibility to stand in the position that I am. You bring nothing new to the table, and don't belong in the ring with me. I find it a slap in the face that you have been given this opportunity, and that doesn't have anything to do with you being a woman. I think you're one of the most overrated wrestlers on this roster, man or woman, and I honestly don't think that you deserve the distinction of being called the first woman ever to hold a singles title normally held by men.  really don't, you haven't wowed me in the slightest. You have had the same points over and over again and it's just tiresome. I mean it's Friday and you're still bringing up the fact that I lost to Solomon Caine, like fucking holy shit I get it. I've went over that match a thousand times, and I don't know how I can explain what happened any better. Again, a fucking gain, you bring up even more of the same shit.... I don't know why you talk, do you just find saying the same things fun? This isn't fun for me, it's boring and repetitive. Maybe you are just stupid, and you don't remember saying these things. Or you think these points against me are so good they're worth repeating every single day, even though I explain to you how it really is.... And you tried to prove me wrong on a fact that I already talked about.

The fact that women's groups would be up in arms if there was a males only title, and I then said right after, I know you'll say that any title will be considered male titles. But the fact of the matter is no, woman could've competed for them all along, they just haven't been considered good enough for them. And you bring up HBG and how she just competed in a title match, a match that she lost. Are you saying that you're better than her? You're going to out do HBG? I sure as hell don't think you're in the same league as her, and sure as hell aren't in the same league as me. You don't think that I deserve all this arrogance that I exude, but the fact of the matter is I am the Champion for a reason. When I get opportunities to do something I accomplish it. I haven't been here for 2 years like you, I haven't gotten everything handed to me like you. See you're not going up against Lucas Johnson tomorrow, you're going up against Ahren Fournier, and unfortunately for you, I'm vastly superior to him. Yes Aria, you are the broken record, I've legitimately had the same comebacks for the same arguments that you keep bringing up. Go back and watch what you've said, go back and see how I responded, it's been the longest week of my life with how boring and repetitive it's been. How do I come up with new things to say when you're saying the same things to me? I mean I do, I try to bring new topics into this conversation but you have nothing to say about them, so we just go back and forth with the same old shit. Like I said I don't mind defending my title against a woman, I just wish it was one that actually deserved the honor. Before this week I didn't really know anything about your career I'll be honest, so when I saw this little squid looking tranny walk on stage, I was a bit skeptical. But now I know everything about your career, because you won't shut up about what you've done... Or should I say what you've almost done. You ALMOST retired Cameron, but she past you by. You COMPETED in matches with men that you didn't win. And these are things that you consider accomplishments. So I'm sure after we face off and you lose to me you'll say to everyone from then on, I COMPETED against Ahren Fournier. I actually got a 1 count on him too, so I'm basically a big deal by now. Because that's what it seems that you do, you take these miniscule occurrences, and blow them way out of proportion. Honestly the only thing I have to be worried about is getting your disgusting blood on me. Whether I cause the bleeding or it happens through Mother Nature. I just don't see the point in patting someone on their back due to a win loss record. Let's be perfectly honest with each other, does a win loss record really matter? I'm not so sure that it does. Any night anyone can basically beat anyone, some of it has to do with luck.

Jon McAdams has beaten Drastik and Eclipse Diemos, but is he competing for the EAW Title tomorrow? No he's not. A win loss record can be a tricky thing, you have to dive deeper into what made these wins and losses happen you know? Was there interference? Was it a count out? DQ? Who did they actually beat? How did it happen? Was it on the up and up? See it can be a tricky thing. Your win loss record may be "damn good", but who cares? Am I on the list? No, I'm not. So how can you say that this win loss record means anything towards me? Is most of the wins on this list other woman? I'm sure they are, and I'm sure there's been a ton of women that have come and gone in this company that weren't even good enough to be booked on the show. I mean like basically all of my losses have been due to interference, so what am I supposed to do about that? Does that speak any less of my in ring ability? I don't think so. Is Aren going to come out and help you? If he does that would be pretty pathetic wouldn't it? Needing your boyfriend to help you out in the biggest match of your career? That doesn't speak too highly of you. Any means necessary that's what I'll do to win this match, and if that means i have to beat your boyfriend in the process? My half name twin? Then so be it. You're not taking this away from me Aria. You're coming at me, trying to take my dreams away. When I first sought out after this title I did it for a purpose, to make this title mean something more than it did. I wanted to make this title as prestigious as I can. How do I do that? Wrestle big matches. Well what's the biggest match possible? Defending it at Pain For Pride, and I intend on doing just that. This is what I've been waiting for, and I deserve it. We don't need a thin skinned, tranny Squidward, little vanilla midget, repetitive bitch to come and ruin everything that I've built for this. Am I known for mostly being funny? I'd like to say I know my way around a bit, but I'm more than that, I'm so much more than that. I have been through battles, wars, and I've come out the other side standing tall victorious every time. I won't allow you to be the one that ruins that for me, you don't deserve it. It's not time for that. You've proven without a shadow of a doubt that you're not as good as everyone thinks you are this week, and I'm going to prove it in the ring. I'm keeping my title, and I'm going into Pain For Pride with it. I set out on a mission to become the greatest Hardcore Champion that's ever lived, and I intend on continuing down that path. You can be as great as you want Aria, but just know, I'll always be that much better.

(Ahren waves at the camera, and drinks more of his lemonade as the camera fades to black)

(The scene opens up to Mama Fedor sitting an lounge chair wearing a nice red evening dress with a book in hand as a devil-ish smile appears on her face.)

Hello and Welcome EAW hopefuls to a special addition like I like to call Story Time w/ Mama Fedor and on this edition I would like to take you on a journey and tell you not just a story, you can say this is more of a spoiler of sorts to this upcoming event for Fighting Spirit!

Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a story about a young boy who has constantly fantasized about being a wrestler, he would eat, sleep and breathe wrestling until one day he finally made it to the big time known as EAW! When you first look at this boy you don't think of much, he might not have the muscles or charisma like most wrestlers that are apart of the current roster. But what this boy does have over each and every one of these men and women is called Fighting Spirit. This boy has a name and this boy's name is my son, Marco Fedor. When you look into the boy's eyes and look down to his soul you can see the fire and you can feel his determination to overcome every obstacle that will stand against him. This boy has surpassed insurmountable odds time and time again and at Fighting Spirit it will be no different when he takes down the evil and ugly monster known as Oni. Now this ugly monster who was born with hatred and rage and jealousy felt what he needed to do to make himself feel better about himself went out of his way and try to dim the light that was burning inside of Marco. He went out of his way to discredit him, he called Marco mean names and try to play these mind games saying to Marco that he will never be as good as he would, despite the monster being a massive failure in his own right and doesn't have the means to pick himself up from the ashes like Marco. Which is why he went on and tried to injured the spirited boy known as Marco and end his career by breaking his arm. The ugly, jealous monster known as Oni took quite joy in thinking he took away the thing that the innocent, strong and hopeful boy's dream away and his chances to ascend to the throne of Voltage and become a champion. But little did the monster know that the boy had gusto, this boy had the never say die attitude and a heart of a lion and the eye of the tiger and he arose from his ashes, broken arm and all and got a tad bit of payback when he and he alone attacked the monster backstage and left him in a broken heap of his own blood. The boy told the monster that he isn't finished with him yet and that he has underestimated the heart of the boy. The boy also went on and told the monster that there is nothing that will stop him from getting retribution and that he will challenge the beast and he will slay him no matter what the beast will throw at him. The ugly monster known as Oni wasn't pleased that he unable to destroy the boy's dreams in becoming a champion. The monster was infuriated that the boy had the audacity to challenge him and with the reputation that the boy had of being a weak and feeble coward it made the monster look extremely bad. So with every opportunity he had to speak he would cast hate and lies about the boy. He would tell anyone that would listen to him that he will finally finish what he has started and utterly destroy the boy and take him out for good. But surprisingly enough during the banter of the monster there was a lone man listening to it all until he finally had enough of the monster's false bravado and stood up to him. This man towered over the ugly one and this man was a very definition of a monster in every way. But this monster was not like the cowardly Oni who satisfied himself in hiding behind a faction and a so called "family" this man was straight up and to the point kind of guy. He hoisted the ugly monster up and beat him down showing him that he can't seem to pick on someone his own size like he has done to the boy named Marco Fedor. From that very moment a message was sent loud and clear that the end is coming for the ugly monster known as Oni and that his Fighting Spirit will soon crumble and the valiant knight will reign supreme over his body. The End!

(As the Ellie Fedor finishes her story, Marco enters the scene with a arrogant smile on his face and a slight chuckle escaping his mouth while he applauds his mother for telling an excellent story depicting what has transpired over the past month or so that has lead to this encounter. The pans over from Ellie to Marco and Marco stares down the camera with a crooked smile on his face.)

My mother has such a way with words and her depiction of everything within that story is so perfect you could say at the end that she's foreshadowing the future when Oni and myself lock horns and battle to see who will come out on top. When I think about this match between you and I Oni, I see it as me seeking validation. I have been through so much to preserve my dreams, I have battled through injuries, depression, anxiety and myself. I even stabbed my own friends in the back so I can get ahead and killed the morality of this thing called right and wrong. When I entered this business Oni I made a vow to myself that I will make it to the top of this Kingdom and sit at the throne and make my ambition a reality! The very thing that fuels me to keep going and keep walking forward towards my destiny. It doesn't matter who I have to hurt or what toes I need to step on to get ahead because people who just stand idly by letting others walk all over you will only slow you down and eventually you will be overlooked. That's something that I can not afford, I refuse to let people get in the way of my dreams and even if it means using the power and might of Kronos, the man that will ensure me of my victory or even teaming up with a group of people then I will do so. Have you ever heard of the saying that it doesn't matter how you do things to get it done as long as you get the job done? If so then you know where I'm going with this and where my mind currently sits at Oni. You may think you're this vicious and overly talented athlete but if I were you I would adhere to your decrepit old man's warning because you may have the physical strength to beat me, but in everything else I completely own you in. It may not have shown earlier this week but rest assure that when that bell rings you will the lengths I will go through to get closer to my goal. I've said this before Oni but this is my story that is being written and when I get done with you this valiant hero will present the world with your head in my hands and show that a guy like you who's a member of this Sanatorium group CAN BE SLAIN! Which when you think about the group as a whole, you have former and current champions but then we look at you and examine how you are as a man. It's like calling the kettle black when you try to degrade me for relying on the people I associate with and use them to get me ahead as far as they can take me. But when it comes to you Oni, it's like you're in a state of denial! Like what have you really done instead of trying to cover up your own insecurities and your own fear by adding muscles to your body!? By adding those muscles Oni, do you think they are like shields to protect you from anyone trying to get to you? Is it more like armor that you hide behind because you're scared of getting too hurt? Or better yet when I further examine you Oni, I've noticed that you love having a lot of people being around you at all times. Whether it be your blood ties with you family, your manager and even your stablemates themselves is like you're trying to hide behind all of them to protect your weak and feeble heart! Which brings me to ask you this little question that you may love to hear Oni. How was your mother's day earlier this week? Were you able to go to your Mom and hug and kiss her and tell her how much you appreciate her like I do for my mommy? Oh wait a minuet, you can't do that because your mother is no longer living because this business took her life away from her.. What a sad, sad story you have shared with me Oni and too bad that I don't give a damn because honestly she is probably better off not seeing her son being the loser that he is now. If anything she was cursed giving birth to a pitiful man like yourself Oni. A man that can barely stand on his two feet without the support of his so called "family" within Sanatorium. Not only that but the fear that your old man must have referred to is that the fate that lies ahead of you could possibly be sharing that same fate with your mother. Actually it makes sense now why you're apart of Sanatorium and why you always have a group with you no matter where you go. It's because you're using them to fill the void that was left within your heart. Behind all that bravado, muscles and your group lies behind a frighten and lonely child that still hasn't gotten over the fact that his poor mommy died. The kicker about all of this is that you sit there and pretend that loss you have suffered has fueled you to keep pushing onward but that is a GIGANTIC FARCE! Just because your mother was a miserable loser that ended up not cutting it in the business shouldn't be remembered as a hero of sorts or a source of motivation because in this reality she will be forever known as a loser...just like how her son is going to turn out to be when this is all said and over with!

You may think I'm cruel or low down for dragging your mother's memory into the dirt but you've brought this upon yourself I'm afraid. Oni you have gotten way too arrogant for your own good that you took the extra step in trying to take my dreams away from me because I have devoted my entire life to be here and to be successful. When my mommy gave birth to me she knew in her heart of hearts that I am a lion and that I will overcome anything that stands in my way! And she was right because despite everything that has happened to me I am here to take over and take the crown that belongs to me. But when your mother gave birth to you Oni, well it seems that she ended up cursing her own son because just like her you've become a loser as well and you're going to be the kind that will be looking onward from the sidelines when I'm threw with you because I am out for revenge. My mother was right about guys like you and I'm sure every member of Sanatorium share this same quality about you Oni because just you and your mom everyone within your team are nothing but a bunch of sorry losers and try to be something that they are not. None of them were ever accepted into normal society which is why you all are the way you are. Just rejected pile of trash that found solace within one another's abnormality. What has kept you all together that no matter what happens that you remain to have each other's back mainly because you all share the same pain of being losers, being rejected by society and furthermore being a waste of life. But don't worry Oni, I'm going to make it all better for you when I plan on beating you at Fighting Spirit because you will be repenting from your sins when you broke my arm. Kronos will make sure that he will inflict unimaginable pain that you wish that you would be begging to join your mother. I'm very fortunate to have a living and breathing mother by my side to support me because I know for a fact that she wouldn't use me like your "family" has done to you. If anything they took advantage of a broken hearted boy who longed to be somewhere he can call a place home but in reality he found a family that is only using him as a tool. Come Fighting Spirit, all the spirit within your soul will be crushed and you will be left with nothing but an empty shell of a man that you've always wanted to be. But before this night is over Oni that there is nothing that you can do to beat me because my obsession to my ambition for sitting at that throne is what's keeping me alive, something that your mother never truly had and possibly something that you will never possess. I hope you have a blissful evening, see you at Fighting Spirit where I will be waiting to put an end to this entire thing between you and myself.

(Marco, along side with his mother Ellie both leave the scene together and after they leave the camera slowly pans over the man known as Kronos who did nothing but stare intensely into the camera as it slowly fades to black.)

Fighting spirit Promo #2


Friday, 2:10 a.m., London, England.


(The scene opens outside with an establishing shot of the Hotel Sophia. The scene transitions to the hotel's interior, specifically a room in greater disrepair than the rest of the building. The room is littered with debris from the various pieces of furniture that lay shattered and splintered across the floor. The mattress upheaved and overturned knocking down the framed art work on the wall. The television cracked, with dozens of glass shards circled around it. The camera pans over towards the window, there we find a lone figure with his head pressed against it.)


???: "How saddened I am by a cruel twist of fate. How it grieves me so what is to be done. How I had pleaded the case for my brethren who has proven a valuable ally."


(The man peels himself away from the window to face the camera, his sinister features twisted into an expression of pain, his bloodshot eyes baring something that resembles remorse. This is the man the world knows as Solomon Caine.)


Caine: "Maero, forgive me.

Forgive me, for the time is drawing near. And though you spoken honorably, though you have made yourself a braggart like the countless others who have come before, though you are willing to bare the burden that shall befall you on the day of fighting spirit. You do not realize what you have asked for. I have pleaded with them on your behalf to grant you leniency, to be merciful with what is to be done. But still I receive not an answer.

Rest assured Maero that there will be no half effort on from me. I know full well that every strike I land, must be one intent on maiming your body. Every blow that must be brought down upon you, must be more unbearable than the last. How I did not wish this for you at this moment. How I curse whatever foul force has sought to bring calamity to the great beast known as Sanitorium. For though I do not take pleasure in what is about to be done, I know that it must be done.


It must, for I feel the heat of the flood of fire growing more and more against my skin. I feel it drawing closer. This world is far too sick to survive it, and the warning that my masters have sent must be heard. The masses must bare witness to the works of their might, they must see what shall befall all whom disregard all that my masters have said.

The masses must see Maero. They must see For as you have said yourself, there are undeniable truths in this universe, and such a truth is the one that has been whispered in my ear with voices sweeter than honey. The truth of the will of the ones who have sent me. The truth of the cleansing that shall come before their glorious reign upon this earth. The ones who have sent me hold a power greater than life or death, in the palm of their hand. The eyes of the world must learn of this truth, it must forever scarred upon their minds.

That is why Maero, that is why every horrid thing that I had hoped not to do to you, every moment that you spend in agony, it is all that World would know my masters, and now down in fear before them.

Thru your sacrifice, many may be spared. Thru the breaking of your body, many may be made whole. Though you are to suffer a great and terrible woe, know that I suffer with you Maero. Know that it pains me to wrap your flesh in barbed wire, that it pains me to punish you with all manner of steel objects, know that it shall bring me to my knees to bring forth the END OF AGES!!!

The day of fighting spirts, that day shall see two allies rend the flesh of the other. It shall see two companions bring about a plethora of horrors against each other from the deepest and darkest parts of their minds. It shall see those who bare Witness to it, drowned in the rivers of blood that shall pour out from Maero and myself! This great day of valor shall see two brothers slay the each other. This is what has been called for. This is what shall be done.

That scum HDRO, how he may delight for this moment, the moment when we are to tear each other limb from limb. But his day shall come. For he who gives in to his wicked desires, shall be he who feels the greatest downpour of our furry. How he shall pay dearly for the blood of my brethren. How he shall curse the day he was conceived. For though myself and Maero shall lay waste to one another at the chosen hour, We shall rise up, and I dare not even think about what should happen to he who has tried to scheme and plot against us.


This is the words of the ones who have sent me, and they must be so."


(The shot hangs on Caine for a long, unsettling moment of silence before fading out.)


The End.

I've been trying really really really really hard…to care about my match this week on Showdown, but I just can't. No matter what I do, I can't convince myself otherwise. I try to hype it up in my mind. Rex McAllister! Stark! Stuffed Crust! Theron! The I Am Groot ripoff! All in one match along with the EAW Unified Tag Team Champions, The High Rolllllllerrrrrzzzz! Yeaaaah, when I say it out loud, it's just not that appetizing. I've never dreamt about facing off against the likes of men I listed off just seconds ago because that would be setting the bar pretty damn low. I wanna shoot for the stars and not settle for anything less. My parents taught me that at a young age! I can do anything, yay me! The same BS every child is distilled with. I'm such an ambitious man, as you can see. Now I know what some of you are thinking. I'm trying too hard. Trying to play it off cool. Too cool for school. Acting like I'm bigger than this match itself. That I deserve better. Or actually, WE deserve better. And that all may be true and I know that mindset is off putting to some…or actually, probably to all. Instead, I should be more humble and appreciative. Say thank you that I finally get another match after getting two or so weeks off, just waiting for my name to be called like I'm standing in some crowded line at the deli. We, that being The High Rollerz of course, main evented Showdown for two consecutive weeks not too long ago and I would obviously like nothing more than to return to that limelight. But for now, we must partake in a match that will be forgotten about a week later. Actually that's being generous. Ten minutes. This match will be forgotten about ten minutes later. You could blame that on the level of talent in this match, but to be honest, which I always am, a young Abraham Lincoln I am, but as I was saying, I think it has more to do with it being an eight-man tag match and usually those are seen as nothing more than fillers. Just one big fuck it, “let's put these random guys in a match and see what happens.” It's the truth. No need to lie about it. So that's why I'm acting the way I am. I can lie to the fans and say that this will be the match of the night! That this match will change our careers forever! It'll get six stars when it's all said and done! Not one. Not two. Not three. How about four? No?! Holy crap, five? Six? Six!! But I'm not here to lie or deceive. I'm too lazy to do that. At least I admit it. 

Perhaps I should be more uplifting and less of a buzzkill. So I'll give it a shot and paint a smile on my face and just ooze, ooze I tell you, with enthusiasm! So let's talk about my opponents, hmm? Stark. He's talented. A smart individual. A man who likes to implement real life shit into his little spiels. It makes it interesting. Good for him. Also good for him on his comeback. I…I uh, I don't know what else you want me to say about him? I don't know much about him. And getting to know him isn't exactly at the top of my bucket list. Perhaps he already addressed this match and I just missed it. Oh well. I'm not looking to give an in-depth analysis on any of these men except maybe one. Like I said, my heart isn't in it. Not for this match at least. Maybe put our titles on the line and then that would cause my eyes to widen and my voice to have a little more bass to it, but oh well. This is like a scrimmage. A tune up. Thanks. Now let's talk about Rex McAllister. The…what's Showdown’s mid-tier championship again? National Elite, right? Okay cool, so he has that and he's been doing big things with it I'm sure. I can't confirm that, but I'm sure if I asked him, he would say so with his chest puffed out. So yes Rex, it's been a while, hasn't it? The last time our names were linked together, it was when you hired us to do your dirty work when we opted to face Ryan Marx. Time flies. How's the wife and kids? Good? Good. So like, the more I observe you, the more I dislike you. Yeah, let's just get straight to the point. Rip it off like a bandaid! For starters you talk too much. Way too much. And way too often. I get it, you have heart! You have passion for this business! But surely you can find and do other activities than say, refreshing EAW’s official website every five minutes to see if your opponent uploaded a video regarding your match. You're like the male version of Aria Jaxon, in that sense. You can take that as a compliment if you'd like, but I wouldn't. But go ahead, be a little rebel. Color outside the lines. By all means. Be my guest. I also don't like when people make assumptions. It grinds my gears. Actually, to be fair, I usually give people some slack when it comes to this because I've made assumptions myself. Guilty as charged. But when you go over the top with the assumptions, it gets a little tiring…which is the same word I would use to describe when listening to Rex ramble about God knows what each and every week. Here's a fact, when it came to the Grand Rampage, Rex talked about the match on ten separate occasions. Ten! Double digits! That's absurd! Not Moongoose McQueen bad, but very close to it. I read that fact on a Snapple bottle cap. Just kidding, I tell the interviewer to do stuff and he does it, like looking up information on my opponents. But let's talk about this assumption of yours. Yes, I know I'll have to be more specific since there are a lot to choose from, so I gotchu fam. You said that Jack and I don't care about our position in this company. Or our spots in the pecking order, as you would say. You would later go on to insinuate that our partner for this week only, that being Theron, has the drive to want more and be more, while we are content. I'm struggling here, Rex. Should I be offended by this statement of yours? If I did that it would give off the illusion that your opinion matters to me and that couldn't be any further from the truth. Or do I just sweep it under the rug and go on with my day? Such a tough decision! 

And then there is Stuffed Crust. Yeah, that answers my dilemma from just a second ago. Stuffed Cruuuust! Why are we dealing with you again, huh? We already beat you. That should've been it. Yet here you are, trying to get another shot at these beautiful and golden titles? How dare you. Where do you get off, huh? But I get it. I'm not blind. The tag division is a small one and why is that? Well for starters, just about every man and woman that's employed by EAW are egotistical to the max. They don't want to share accolades. Nor do they want to share the spotlight. It's all about them. It's 2017. What else is new? So I can't really tell you guys to stay at the back of the line when it comes to championship opportunities because we kind of ended the last team to face us. It's just what we do. But I'll make one thing perfectly clear to the both of you. We still aren't facing you at Pain for Pride. We deserve something more high profile. If not, let us face some new blood like the People With Class! I've noticed they keep dropping out name in hopes of people actually paying attention to what they say. I've noticed my “partner”, Theron, has made a habit of doing it as well. I get it. We have name recognition. Especially after what we did to RoViper. All I ask is try. Try to keep our names out of your mouthes. It makes you seem desperate. But back to Stuffed Crust. People will try to change my opinion and say, but David, if you were to face them, it would be Lioncrpss’ last match! You will get the privilege of ending his career on a very sour note! Oh cool! But that does nothing for me. I get he made a name for himself outside of EAW. But that success never translated to the “big leagues”. His big moment was winning Cash in the Vault…only to blow it later on by losing it. Vintage Lioncross. To him he thinks he has this special reputation, when it's clear as day that the word special doesn't apply to him. He said it himself, he's old. He's out of shape. He's a shell of his former self. Just go. Leave. Your failed run is over. You tried. Congrats, here's your participation trophy. Now as for your partner, Nobi. Where do I begin with you? Okay I got it! I recall you saying we don't have a purpose and let me just say, that's extremely rich coming from you…you know, the guy that's done literally nothing since signing his name on the dotted line? You have the gall to make such claims…claims that easily apply to you. Where are your titles at Nobi? Where are your main event matches? When's the last time you even appeared on a FPV? In a meaningful match. I'm not counting the Grand Rampage match since there were thirty people in it. The fact of the matter is you're Lioncross lite. Just like your friend, you're deadweight. A waste of money. To be fair, I don't know your contract situation, I apologize. But if you're making a penny above minimum wage, I'd consider that highway robbery on your end. All I'm saying is you're the last person to label us as followers when you're the one that trails behind The Pizza Boy and Lioncross in every direction. Holding their hand like a child crossing the street! You get no say. Lioncross demands a title shot at our championships and you just go along with it. Why wouldn't you? You have nothing else going on. So of course you will jump at any opportunity because when it comes to Nobi, you get opportunities few and far between. Yet…with all of that, you go on and continue to talk about things you know nothing about! You say we aren't real champions because you don't like how we won our titles back. Okay? Boohoo!! And besides, how are you going to lecture me on what makes a champion when you have never been champion in your EAW career? You see where I'm going with this? You don't make sense. You don't think things through. You leave holes in your line of thinking. I expose you and point out just how ridiculous you are and then I'm made out as the bad guy! Meh, it doesn't bother me one bit. I also like how you called us cowards for fleeing the scene after you and your pals saved the day by making sure we didn't end Brian Daniels’ career a few weeks back instead of Pain for Pride. I don't know Nobi, maybe because it would have been a four on two situation? It's about being smart, something you would know nothing about. Like I said, don't worry, you're not getting your match against us at PFP X. Been there, done that. As for our partners, Theron, The Burned Man, I don't trust you. Not one bit. I could explain why, but what's the point? All you need to know is I'll have my eye on you. We win this week, great. We lose this week, I won't lose a single second of sleep. It's a who cares match. No matter the outcome, I'll still be one half of the EAW Unified Tag Team Champions. That's all I care about. I'll let you fight among yourselves now.

You mad Aren? Huh? You mad that we finally decoded you and your little partner? You mad that you are simply unable to keep up with us? Well to that I say, a job well done. I mean, here you are, a former EAW Champion, the former face of the Voltage brand acting all childish and naïve in front of two guys who are not even one year old in EAW. Here you are, dropping those f bombs while talking to us, the guys whom you never considered to be much of a threat and so yeah, that’s a success for the People with Class. You see Aren, this is the real power of the People with Class. You try to damage us or make fun of us, we will hit you back so hard that it would leave you frustrated, mad and sometimes even speechless just like your ‘friend’ Nasir Moore is right now. I mean, we hit him so hard that he is probably hiding somewhere while shedding tears and regretting the day he decided to interfere with our business. We told you Aren, we told you more than once that the consequences of coming in our way won’t be sweet. We told you that once you get involved with us, your life will change forever and that won’t be for the best but you, you did not pay attention to any of that. You and your ‘pal’ Nasir Moore thought it would be totally ‘cool’ and ‘heroic’ to attack us but guess what, this isn’t a place for a hero, this is a place for a winner and so you and your ‘partner’ will have to suffer some heavy consequences.

But yeah, let’s play around some more shall we? Now Aren, you think that after the purpose is over we will just implode? We will fight amongst ourselves? Dude, you haven’t been paying attention have you? I said before that we are not just a ‘team’, we are friends….wait, we are not even ‘just friends’, we are best friends. Ever since the day I joined this company, there is one man whom I have called ‘friend’ and his name is Jon McAdams. I mean, there is so much in common between us that sometimes I really wonder how we are not real life brothers. But yeah, just like real best friends, we help each other in our times of need and when it’s time to celebrate, we do it together and in the best places may I add. Teams, they might break and implode and explode and do all that shit but friends? Nope, they stay together no matter what the circumstance is and face everything together. So yeah, this is the reason why we will never implode Aren and that is the reason why you will never see us fight no matter how much you try to plant the seeds of distrust between us. Yeah, I have noticed that effort both from you and your ‘pal’ Nasir and truth be told it’s really fun to see you guys try. Things like ‘McAdams is better in this’ or ‘Showman is winning but you are not’ or even ‘You would be so much better if you were alone’ is such a treat to hear especially since it fails every single time. But please, please don’t stop with those now. Please do go on with all those ‘dividers’ because we need the amusement that comes out from that especially now because going up against someone like you and Nasir really robs all the fun from wrestling.

Aren, I don’t need your attention, I don’t fucking care about your attention. Like I said, you are beneath me now and I don’t give a shit about people who are beneath me. But hey, if you want a fight within a fight, I am ready to go. If you want to have a one on one fight in the midst of the tag team battle then let’s do it. You see, I am ready to knock you down once again just like I did on Voltage a couple of weeks back and then pin you to give my team the victory. I am ready to show you once again that when it comes to talent you have none and all your achievements thus far has been nothing but a fluke. Is it tiring? Hell yeah it is but if you consider that pinning you would finally put a stop to the bullshit of the so called ‘Connection’, I ready to give one last effort in order to eradicate the pests from Voltage and make the yellow brand great again. So yeah, be serious, be ready and bring out everything you got but trust me when it’s all over, it won’t be the end of the People with Class but it will be the crowning of the undisputed rulers of the Voltage brand.

Have a nice day!

[The scene opens up as it has for the last few months—nothing but darkness, a record-player resting on an old folding table, the needle pressed to the record as it begins playing. It skips over and over again over the same lyrics to the same song that has been playing for months, echoing in what seems to be an empty room.]
 
Inadequate, feelin’ so unwanted,
Make him want to disappear.
 
[The lights turn on suddenly, being met with a record scratch and Drastik being shown hunched in the corner with a hoodie pulled over his head that he whips back. He lets out a whimper, “Dude, c’mon” as the camera pans over to Ahren Fournier standing in the doorway with a bag of Taco Bell and two Strawberry Starburst Freezes. Ahren tries to explain that he didn’t want to try the Naked Chicken Chips alone and Drastik tries to explain back that this is totally inappropriate and breaking the fourth wall since everyone assumes that Drastik is just going to be dark and depressed every single time he opens his mouth now. Drastik reaches into the bag and takes a bite out of one of the glorified chicken nuggets before making a face, “This is Voltage Level.” Ahren Fournier holds up a finger and pulls out the nacho cheese sauce before setting it on the record player and inviting Drastik to dip into it. Drastik does so and bites again, this time widening his eyes and tilting his head in amazement, “Voltage Level with Drastik Fournication, baby!” The two high-five. Ahren asks if Drastik is going to just re-record his promo since none of this is live. Drastik shrugs and takes off his hoodie to reveal a “What’s New Scooby Doo?” tank top and says that it’s no big deal; he’ll just roll with it.]
 
Eclipse. Buddy. Pal. Listen, I know that the last time we met we had this deep, kind of heavy talk about purpose and drive and all of that stuff—and trust me when I say it came from a genuine place deep inside of me—but sometimes you’ve just got to whip back the hoodie, turn off the sad music, turn on the lights, and eat some chicken nuggets, yaknow? I know you’re not going to be satisfied with that. In fact, I can already feel that this is just going to make you a little more upset now since you’re convinced that this championship doesn’t mean a thing to me—that defeating you and stripping you of “your” coveted belt was just another day in the office. To tell you the truth, it kind of was. There wasn’t really ever any doubt in my mind that I’d walk away from our encounter standing tall, and I told you that repeatedly at the time. It’s not that I don’t respect what you do and what you’ve accomplished. It’s simply that I know that anyone that comes toe to toe with me doesn’t really have any sort of reasonable chance. I know that Voltage needs me—needs guys like us, as in Drastik Fournication, Ahren Fournier and Drastik, the dynamic duo. And even though I’m never put in matches on Voltage for as long as I’ve been on the show since making my return months ago, at least now I can guarantee a title match here and there against guys like you that have to press their palms to their ears and block everything else out to focus on the one glimmering thing that catches your eye. I want to make it abundantly clear that the last time we faced, my battle wasn’t against you or some sort of clock that was ticking down to signal the end of my career. I wasn’t battling against any sort of self-doubt. What I was battling against was being fulfilled. And that lack of fulfillment probably says more about who you are as a competitor than it says about me as a champion. This ongoing struggle that we have with each other about purpose—no matter how lighthearted I may make it at times—is still at the forefront of what we’re talking about. We’re still talking about place. We’re still talking about what we deserve. We’re still talking about what our destinies are. My destiny is one of the most lucrative partnerships between a professional wrestler and the Scooby Doo franchise in all of history. My destiny is boosting Voltage ratings—albeit only slightly because there’s a ceiling with these sorts of things—as part of the championship tandem that is Drastik Fournication. My destiny is being the bane of your existence because I make all of this look so much easier than you’d ever like to admit. I take this all too lighthearted when you find it disrespectful to your cause. I embrace that role, Eclipse. Because I’d rather that destiny than yours: to never quite be what you’d want to be so long as I’m here to stand in your way.
 
[Ahren makes an “oooooo” noise before scarfing down two more Naked Chicken Chips and taking a sip from the nacho cheese sauce as if it were a drink. Drastik high-fives him again and continues what he was talking about.]
 
I don’t mean to get all fake-deep on you here or anything like that, but the truth about depression is that it’s not going to always be grey tones and dark eyeliner. Some days it’s eating chicken nuggets with your best bud in the whole world and pushing through it. And as corny as that may sound, that’s what you’re getting from me—and that’s more than enough to take on what you’ve given me. I still wake up some mornings and feel what I felt before, don’t get me wrong. But when you tout yourself as death and then ask me why I don’t fear you, I just don’t think that you were really understanding the place I was in. Depression, Eclipse, as ironic as it may sound, has given me this sort of power—it’s given me a disregard to what would otherwise be daunting, to what would otherwise be an advantage you have over me. People fixate on death and dread it because they see it as finality. Eclipse, you may be death, but you are not finality. This is not where my road stops and this is not something that scares me. The last thing that scared me was Scooby Doo: Zombie Island and I’m never going to watch that film again. So unless you’ve got one of those portable DVD players and you plan on strapping me down and making me watch that, you’re in for the same exact result you got at Grand Rampage. You don’t scare me, Eclipse. You never have. When Fighting Spirit is all said and done away with, when I stand tall once again and successfully defend my EAW Championship like you weren’t able to do at Grand Rampage, I know you’ll slip into the darkness that you talk so much about. And for those few who wonder about you, they’ll be watching my movies, asking themselves, “Eclipse Diemypoo, where are you?”
 
[Ahren Fournier slaps his knee and makes some sort of odd gesture toward Drastik that he hasn’t seen since his college drinking days. The two high-five for the third time in only a couple of minutes before tapping their Strawberry Starburst Freezes as cheers and taking a sip. Instead of the familiar music playing and ending the scene abruptly, Drastik turns on the TV and the Scooby Doo theme can be heard playing. The scene fades out. What a…DRASTIK…shift in tone for this segment, huh? I’ll be here all week...]
    
SAIL

Another week, another baldy, it’s like I can’t get away from you guys.  It’s getting out of control now. I mean how hard is it to grow some hair?  At least you don’t go by some bird nick name though like the rest of them.  Though you go by stuff like the “Patriot” and “American Made”.   So I guess you’re going to have a problem with my bodyguard and the color of his skin.  Disgusting people like you still exist however I guess it works for the better too because though it’s disgusting that people like you still exist I kind of like that you do and so does Big Mike.   We are going to have fun this week, see last week as the world knows and you may know Cody it didn’t go the way it was planned to go.  As I said though other opportunities will present themselves for me.   We have a lot of anger built up after what happened though and you should be afraid that you are the first victim that has to deal with all this anger and rage.  I’ve been holding a lot back and I’m tired of it I’m tired of holding back this aggression and I need to use it for the better of me.   No more holding back with my moves I’m putting everything I have into them and I don’t give a damn if my opponent is in the hospital or not.  Cody you can try to laugh this off all you want but it’s going to be very hard to laugh when our match is over and that bell rings.  Just like you’ve been begging around to get on a show or to get better opportunities for yourself you are going to beg that you are kept away from me and be traded to another brand.  That’s how bad it’s going to be Cody it’s all up to you how you choose to approach this match and how you choose to approach me I can guarantee though if you approach me the wrong way you will regret it. 
 
I doubt that will happen though you don’t have a large enough pair to do something like that.   You are no man or instead of begging and complaining you’d actually try to earn something but that’s not the Cody Marshall thing to do is it? No, the Cody Marshall thing is to run around screaming “USA” to get a reaction out of these fans and the only way you are noticed by management is if you continue to do what you’ve been doing.   If you were good enough you would have been part of Resurrection V instead though you had to watch from you’re home in Austin, Texas and watch the rest of us compete and yes before you come out of your mouth and say it.  I know you watched me be eliminated first however that means nothing to me because you weren’t backstage watching it you were all the way at home watching.  You weren’t even invited to Berlin.  You were watching as a fan, part of the EAW Universe.  Hell I bet you even went as far as going on those spoiler websites and post you’re predictions on what will go down.   Cody I’m going to make an example out of you and I’m going to earn myself another opportunity to compete at Pain for Pride while you beg for one and probably just end up as a filler spot in the 24/7 battle royal.   Also one more thing.  You are the failure in the New Breed division you let it go to shit well actually I guess it was Ryan Marx but you let it fall into complete shit.  See it went from me to Rex to Ryan and that’s all good obviously I was and am the better out of the 3.  Then it got to you and I started panicking a bit however I thought to myself.  “Well it can’t get any worse than this” then you go ahead and drop it to Lucas Johnson.  Really Cody? Lucas Johnson out of all people?
 

You are responsible for his first title reign here in EAW and you are the reason you are walking around like he’s some type of Greatest of All Time.  Now he’s going to drop it to someone who brags about the amount of followers and likes he has and gets or some dude who stole his catchphrase from a dinosaur in Rugrats.  I saved the New Breed title from going to shit I made it worth something.  Then when it got you it, it went back to what it was before I had that championship.  It’s a shame though I’m not really worried about that championship anymore I’m onto bigger and better.  It just sucks knowing all the hard work you put in the title goes back to the very same thing it once was.  Hopefully someone could save it again.    Cody.  The point I’m trying to make is everything you touch goes to shit.   When you’re theme hits it’s bathroom break time.   When your voice is heard the channel is changed.   You should be grateful for me though.  For once the channel won’t be changed because of me.  It’s not going to last long but regardless you should be grateful.  On Saturday I’m going to make a bald, bold statement at your own expense and there is nothing you can do about it.

Eclipse let out a soft sigh as he ran his fingers through his dreadlocks. The matted hair, wiry and thick. Every sensation felt like a spark of electricity shooting through his system. His nerves on fire. His eyes narrowed as the soft patter of rain echoed down the street. His hood pulled tight over his head, clasping to his skin on the side of his neck. The alleyway itself seemed to be filled with the scattered remnants of mistakes. Beer bottles, smashed on the concrete. A trash can, filled with discarded items. The broken remnants of past decisions. Eclipse turned his gaze down to the red letter that rested in his open palm, his eyes for a moment scanning up to look at the anchor tattoo on his ring finger. He smiled, lifting up his hand higher and the blade that he held close to him, glistened in the light, shimmering. A beautiful blade. A single blade that shined brighter and brighter the more he looked at it.


“Do you understand how painful it feels to know that I lost that belt, playing as your villain? The fact that I listened to the audience, and the commentators talk on and on about your accomplishment, only to then see how you treated the victory. Your eyes, full of nothing but death. You’re body language, it proves nothing. The match with me meant nothing to you. The entire match, to you, means nothing, because in your head, you haven’t accomplished what you believe you should have. You thought, in the back of your mind, that this was it? That winning against me...that dethroning me...means what? What does that mean to you? Because do you know what it meant to me? Drastik? It killed me. Inside. I’ve been silent because I’ve had to think back on what I’ve done, and where I have gotten...only to have it torn away from me, because you wanted your moment in the sun once again. And you were so willing to tear me away from that light, and you did it with a smile that vanished directly after the show. Grand Rampage, did nothing. You proved nothing. You didn’t even prove that you deserve to be alive here in EAW, and that irritates me to no end. And then to proudly hold that title up...to proudly lift that belt, and listen to everyone talk about how deserving you are of the championship...you are barely deserving of my scorn. You have nothing. You have little left to give to me. You have so little left. No life. No joy. No happiness. Nothing. You are pathetic, low, and a worm. And sitting beside yourself alone in that home, you sit there with a smirk on your face, ready to prove that you are indeed the hero in this story, when the rest of the world can see the reality of what you are. A sad, tired dog. Desiring to be put down. Desiring to be ended.


So...what is it then that drives you to so willingly throw yourself back into the jaws of death? Why are you so excited to die here? Is it because, in the end, you know where you stand on this throne of lies? You’ve figured it all out, haven’t you? You’ve realized that, in this world of ours...when you threw me from my own pedestal and climbed to the top, looking around at the world that you have created, and here you are...and nothing has changed. Still depressed. Still struggling to pull yourself back from the brink of your darkness, and meanwhile...the fangs of the shadows chomp closer and closer at your ankles. Reaching out to bite down and let your blood satiate them. You’ve felt those nips haven’t you? When you glance over towards the knives that rest on your kitchen table, or spy a gun at your local store, or you notice the pain pills laying on the counter. They start to grow very friendly as you take a look around yourself. You look at yourself, and you realize that...in the end...beating me didn’t end the war. Not with me. And not with yourself. So, there you stand. There you are, with a belt that doesn’t improve your own outlook, a shaky grasp of your own mortality...and me, staring across from you in the ring. And in London, we are going to be in the playground of the killers. The world of the first serial killer. Jack the Ripper. Which...makes this my world. Not your world of light with the shadows encroaching. No...this is my world of blood and steel. A world of madness and sin. Not your world of heroes.”


Eclipse let out a soft laugh as he leaned back, twirling the knife in his hand before jabbing it into the ground. He dragged the blade along the concrete, sparking the ground before looking up at the cloud filled sky. His tongue slowly lolled free of his mouth, running along the blade. The blood dripped along the tip of the blade, forming a soft pattern on the ground and dragging the blade deeper and deeper into the ground until he yanked the blade away gazing down at the pattern on the concrete.

“Drastik...all you can do is pray for salvation. I’m taking my sunshine back...with you unconscious or as a corpse.”

You could say that walking into this week pales by comparison to the feeling, and the rush I’ll have during Pain For Pride week. The euphoric atmosphere that each and every blessed soul has the opportunity to take in, one that's like nothing else you will witness in the wrestling business today. An event where a few get a chance to immortalize their names in pro wrestling lore. Yeah, it's that time of the year, and I feel just as fortunate as anyone else that gets this opportunity.  Last year at this point, I had reached a point where, like Theron Nikolas, I had momentum on my side, just as I unmistakably do now. I was about set to head to the big show by qualifying for the annual Cash In The Vault ladder match. The difference between then, and now though, is that momentum and confidence factor. The same that Theron has right now. The same confidence level, where I believed I was unbeatable and indestructible. I believed that nobody could derail me. At the time I was adding name after name, anyone who was placed in my warpath at the time, whether it was a rookie that was as green as grass, veterans who tried to no avail to discourage my efforts, to even the current World Heavyweight Champion over on the Dynasty brand. But then it happened, I got derailed. I had gotten too big for my britches, and the man that was responsible for putting me in my place was the very same guy that is challenging that same said World Heavyweight Champion over on Dynasty at Burning Desire. I told him I above him in every way conceivably possible, but I was proved otherwise. I was given my own reality check. I wasn’t expecting it, just like Theron isn’t expecting it this week. I thought I was hot shit going into that match, but even with as much momentum that I had at that time, I still hadn’t reached my full potential. I wasn’t as unbeatable or indestructible as I thought. I'm not going act like that’s the case now either, far from it. What I’m seeing and hearing from Theron made me think back to myself last year. When the rush of the small sweeps over those that strive to be strong, its the strong that dismiss the ignorance of the small, which lead to destruction of the small. The commonplaces of moral judgment come into play like usual in these scenarios, they become fogged with the lack of perception stained with the sting of longing. The small don’t subconsciously realize that they are at the moment and time. The voice of reason is lost in the envious echoes of hearts torn by battle. People like it when others are talking. When you hear a story about someone's demise or some big faux-pas they made, everyone wants to tune in to see it, because it's nice to know that someone else made a mistake. It makes you feel elevated for a moment. It gives you a brief surge of hope

It's all been said before, plenty of times.

You think you're the first?

Many thought that would be the case in the past, way before you, Theron. Many have spoke in front of the world with the assumption that everything I was working toward would be made out for naught, and in that respect, each and every obstacle that was placed in front of me declared everything you are right now, thinking my demise was not too far off when I lost here and there, and they have all been proven wrong. Other rookies during my early humble beginnings, veterans, champions, Hall of Famers, anybody at that time that I came across, you name it. They all assumed that I was just another also-ran, run of the mill, makeshift of talent simply riding the coattails of Xavier Williams, and that eventually once he was out of the picture everything would go south for me before I would inevitably fade back into obscurity. But I proved, as I've already stated this week, that I was too strong mentally to ever let that happen regardless of the circumstances. This season has destroyed all those prognostications by a long shot, Theron. I came into this season as just another name, someone everyone believed would eventually fall off the EAW map. When I lost the New Breed Championship, it simply pushed me to step up my level of competitiveness, determination, resolve, and will. That I was able to succeed in actually winning that title in the first place had already put me in a position of going after more, and that is exactly what has transpired. That debunks every bit of slander you tried foolishly to drop on me. You've never had the opportunity to stand in front of the world to make an open challenge to the first person that steps up? Theron, it has very little to do with whether you've had the opportunity as much as it does of being fearless, and deciding to on your own accord. The only one to blame for that straight jacket you wear around your body and the anchor tied around your ankles, that's kept you from going after everything you desire from the get go, is yourself. I never said you were hiding, but I did say you were afraid to step up and make yourself known to those who could instantly put the name, Theron Nikolas on the map. Instead you've done just the opposite, doing less and expecting more. You missed my point when it came to DEDEDE, Theron. The point was, that you speak out of turn like any other rookie that's come in thinking they have everything right in the palm of their hands, they're shit hot, and they're untouchable. In this delusion they've fallen prey to they speak as if the world should kneel to them because they already believe they are one of the very best without any big match experience to prove it. You say things, Theron, almost without giving it too much thought. It's amazing in some ways that you have the momentum you have in some ways, and in some ways not. You try to convince yourself that I'm not a threat, but then you also acknowledged I'm the only one in the match for my side that matters, which isn't the case, and you'll find that out soon enough for yourself. You may be charging full steam ahead at me, but that guarantees nothing once you've reached your destination. You and the obviously more collectively intelligent, not to mention much more patient tag champions should get along famously ou there this weekend. You can speak boldly all you'd like, I'm not going anywhere. It's not all about the National Elite championship for me, I've said this. I realize what it's leading me to though, and as long as I hold on to it, it's going to get me closer and closer to the things I desire to be known for in this business, and that won't be derailed under any set of circumstances or obstacles by anybody, none.

You can continue to dig your own grave this week. It's great to see you have a backbone, but if all you are going to do every week is only tell the world what Theron Nikolas is going to be, or what Theron Nikolas is going to do with every big opportunity he gets without actually living up to what he says, if you fall off, or start to stumble a bit, and you show you can or can't rise back up again? That's what I'm going to look forward to seeing, and that's partly what this week is going to prove to be for you, whether you see it my way or not. It's going to serve as your first real test beyond the typical newbie corps that have been thrown your way. You want to be calculated with everything you do to further your career, I think that's great. I hope you do grasp on to the things you desire going forward, but all that is in the coming weeks ahead, weeks that could prove to be some of the very finest of your young career here in EAW, that will no doubt lead to even bigger things later should you attain every bit of what you seek. Just don't count on this week being one of them.

I just don’t fucking get it you know. People love to misconstrue every fucking thing people say and shit I don’t get it. Do you do it because It doesn’t fit the narrative you’ve tried oh so hard to get across. Because that’s sad really. The reality that we face as a team is built upon a narrative that is not something linear. However when it comes from those who try and impose, try and make something out of nothing then only do they think that their story is all that is there to here. If we look at it, if we take a deep look at what is being presented here we will know that it is nothing but falsehoods, and the apparent dissatisfaction of the people at hand. And from this we know that they hate it, hate it when they are called out on their shit because they thought they pulled the wool over the eyes of the people here. Because that’s all this is to them, just a stage for them put on acts, and sleights of hands, so when the audience actually pays attention and calls them out on their bullshit they get angry. That is what is happening here with PwC. While McAdams is good at hiding it, his blow hard of a partner needs his ego stroked so much that he can’t handle it when someone looks at him and tells him to go fuck himself. Because listening to him try and ridicule me is nothing but sheer joy. Because now I know he wants all my attention on him. Because what is a brat without a little attention. But you know what I’m not going to give it to him. I’ll talk about him here and there but really we need to talk about the root of this whole thing here.

People with Class, the root, the example, the epitome of a team who had teamed up for a common purpose but also are fueled by their own individual prowess. I say that because as of this moment there isn’t a team like them. While they take that as a compliment once I tell you why that is so, they will so realize their fate is just going to end the same as those others. While you two may be unlike any other its because the people like you have failed, and broken up. They’ve taken a good look at themselves and realized that once the purpose that brought them together ended, then the purpose of the other would impose on the other one. And when that happens, oh implosion happens as well. But you know what happens with things that implode. Think of it this way. Stars themselves either explode, implode, or take the energy of a neighboring star. Now think of team that way. Teams when they reach their point oh it’s matter of the people. An inner implosion consists of the team having an internal struggle before finally realizing they are better off by themselves. It may lead to a fight here and there, but that respect is still there for each other. An explosion leads to the team well letting it all out. One blames the other, the other just beats the shit outta the other one, and then that respect is gone. They fight and fight over time and in the end that reason they teamed is lost to the ages. And well the part where the star drains the other, that’s where one teammate does his damnedest to catapult himself at the expense of his teammate. That usually happens in stables, but when it happens in a team, oh the sparks not only fly but sooner or later the other member is left in obscurity.

Now that’s a long winded way of saying this is going to happen to you but I love being long winded, it helps those who can’t think. But what I’m trying to ask in all of this is which are you? Because while you may think this will last forever, just like life, just like this company we are all living on borrowed time. It’s not me being deep, just a fact of life. And when your little effort does die out then how is going to. Hell if this keeps happening the way it does I can only see it happening one way, and one way only. That’s where one of you siphon off the other and knock the other one into obscurity. While I have no idea who it will happen to I do believe that the only one to benefit from it would be McAdams. Jon, I have a little respect for you. You are a calm collected part of this team, contrasting Showman’s mouth. You hold yourself in a regard that if we weren’t on the other side of the spectrum I would call you a friend. However I know one thing, and that is you are absurdly naïve about the damnedest things. You are like a one trick pony when it comes to addressing both me and Nas. Hell you and Showman both do it and I wonder if there is any semblance of originality in your tone. And that’s saying this is the last time we’ll feel this Connection. Oh Jonny Boy if only you knew. We are brought together by not only purpose but a friendship that, no matter how much we hate each other, is still there. We rose through the ranks together. We had memorable matches together, and dammit if we don’t get inducted in the Hall of Fame together, we’ll still by each other’s side until the very god damn end. Jon you aren’t the only person whose said these things about out us and I’m pretty sure you’re not going to be the last one. Hell more people come out of the rabbit hole every day to discuss the legitimacy of our team. And every damn time we prove them wrong. Even when we lose it’s because of frustration against the other team than between us. So put what you’ve seen and believe when I say this, you’ll be looking at the real Connection, not one built on frustration, not one built on the antics of the other, but one built the way it was supposed to be, friends united in taking down people who dare look down on us.

And now I know Showman is losing it now, but calm down child I’m here to give you the attention you deserve. However I’m not going to be as long winded as I was with Jonny boy there, because I know your attention span isn’t that great in the first place. However I do know you respond horribly to everything I say so I’ll try and do something here. Showman, if you were to try and catapult your way through Jon, then I could see it. I could see it only to see Jon show you up and knock you back down to where you belong. Because your purpose is money, and let me tell you, you don’t draw. If you want to know what Draws look at what I’ve done. Up and coming team The Connection vs Crash and Cage. The Connection vs Dynamite Rain. Aren vs Tyler Parker for the National Elite Title. Aren vs Methuselah. Aren vs Jaime O’Hara, vs Ares, vs Vic and Carlos. If you don’t see where I’m going then let me slow it down. Aren = Draw, Aren = Revenue, Aren = Payroll. Even McAdams sees y’all as a necessary evil, and you see yourselves as a draw when really you both aren’t any of that. What you people are, are coat-tail riders. While you did draw when facing unimportant teams, people aren’t tuning in to see you. No they want to see the return of the Connection, the team that was trailblazing their way in the division. They want to see if friends Aren and Nas can put aside their differences to face the PwC. However way you spin it, it ends with people wanting to see AREN and NAS, not pwc. Not you or Jon, but the people that they know about, the people they want to see. And that just burns a hole in you doesn’t it. Not being the draw has that effect on you and it’s just great seeing your get mad. But it’s reality and soon you’ll see that come Fighting Spirit.

So what I suggest for you two is get a hold of your bearings are realize that me and Nas are finally serious for once. And while you can plan, while you can think of everything, remember that we adapt. We don’t do the same thing every damn time, no we make sure that you are in the dark as much as the audience is. You may think you know our moves but our arsenal or it’s every expanding. Fighting Spirit 3, marks the end of PwC.