I’ll call you something alright. I’ll call you bipolar.

Mixed signs. That is all I’m getting from you. You love me. You want to end me. You want me to be like the others before me. On one hand, you would love more than anything is to live another day as World Heavyweight Champion. On the other, it must be tearing you apart that the only person who ever gave a damn about you might not longer appear by your side. Like you stated before - it’s not like you cared. Sure, you care, but not as much as you care about the World Heavyweight Championship.  A discussion which has already been talked about before. But, why do I call you bipolar to be exact? Well, WHAT DO YOU WANT OUT OF THIS MATCH? Do you play to win or are you going to go soft with me? You said that you were going to treat me just like every other challenger before me. You were going to make these people feel sympathy for me. You want to destroy me, yet you claim that you don’t want to break me? You don’t want to break me like you broke Xavier. You don’t want to break me like you did TLA, Jacob Senn or any other man who stepped into the ring with you. What if breaking me is the only way to assure that you will out of St. Petersburg still World Champion? What if breaking me is the only way to get the job done? What is your plan then? If I am on my knees struggling to get up, but still having the spirit to fight, do you put an end to my suffering? Would you consider it selfish on your part to keep the match going just because you have something to prove? Could you live with the chip on your shoulder?  Could you live the rest of your life knowing that you halted my dreams of being World Champion once again? The thought of you destroying the confidence I have build myself is nothing that you can shake off. Not even the the cold taste of booze will be enough to forget the awful things I can endure in this match. The moment you place the World Championship back on your mantle and every sign of me is gone, the reality will finally struck you. You’re alone. You have no one. Eventually, you’ll have nothing. All you will have is an empty, broken home and no one to share it with. You said so yourself - there will come a day where some lowly contender will rip the championship away from you. The idea you need to get through your skull is that I’m your biggest competition to date. I am not some lowly contender. I’m not wrestling’s flavor of the month. I am probably the ONLY competition you have on the Voltage brand. I am the ONLY competition worthy enough to take the championship from you. Not TLA, not Aren Mstislav or any man who dares to get in the same ring as you. Perhaps, where all those men have failed, a woman like myself can succeed in. Did that ever cross your mind? I was probably the first woman who experienced getting the shit knocked out of her. It was enough to put me down for the three count. Do you think that I haven’t learned from our last encounter? Do you think that I have not been studying you like some interesting homework assignment? I’ve been waiting for this encounter for about a year now. I have seen every match you’ve been apart of. I’ve seen your successes and failures. I was backstage when you destroyed Xavier at Pain for Pride. While everyone was begging for you to stop hurting Xavier, I was so intrigued by it. That was you putting away your personal demon. My loss towards you can be considered mine. I need to get rid of it. This has not been something that I can easily shrug off. I need to defeat you at Territorial Invasion. I will stop at nothing to defeat you and make history. Nothing you do in this match is going to surprise me to be quite honest. I would not be shocked to see you going to extreme measures to keep your title reign in tact. In return, you should not be shocked at whatever I have planned. I’m going to war against you. A war of love. A war of words. Most importantly, a war of being a champion. War brings the ugly out of people. War brings people to do unimaginable things. The question most people will have is when our war is over, will we pick each other up from the rubble or will you be left with the big fucking mess?

I did not make things personal, Jamie. You did. You couldn’t look me in the eye when you were willing to sacrifice everything we had. You were ashamed. You were ashamed at what the people would perceive you as - a cold and heartless, asshole. In some way, Kenny Drake is a genius. He knew that you versus I would get the world talking. He knew that it would be a great marketing strategy. He knew that everyone would be talking about one of EAW’s power couple fighting for the World Championship. People want to see us crumble in front of their eyes. People want to see me get demolished so they have another argument over why women shouldn’t be wrestling men. This is where you’re wrong, Jamie: I am not trying to make myself out to be a Saint. I have had my own share of doing evil things towards people. You saw me being the Regina George of Empire. You saw me as a woman who will stop at nothing to be the face of a brand. You should have been disgusted. You should have been ashamed of me. Yet, you can’t be because that’s exactly what you did at Pain for Pride. There was a reason why I wanted to face you at Pain for Pride IX, just like how you perceived me - you were just another obstacle in my way. You were interfering with my goals of being a World Champion. Besides that, I like kicking a man when they’re already down. It’s fun. You should be fucking honored that I wanted to face you. I could have inserted myself into the EAW Championship picture; I could have been Ms. Cash in the Vault. I could have been Interwire Champion again! There was no doubt I could have done anything my heart desired. The whole world had their attention on who I wanted to challenge at Pain for Pride and that happened to be you. People can think that it was a way to avenge Dark Demon. You can say that I wanted a “cheap” victory. Why in the hell would I want a cheap victory? Just because my Pain for Pride record sucked? Do you think that I am not capable enough of facing decent competition? Wow! Another slap to my face, Jamie. You should be ashamed of yourself. This is coming from the same person who lost to Nasir Moore in his first match after that Pain for Pride! Tell me, if I had never challenged you in a match, what would you have done? Don’t go bullshitting me and saying that you would have tried your luck at Cash in the Vault again. Let me tell you what would have happened with you. You would have probably settled for 24/7. I mean, you would have done better than the loser that left 24/7 high and dry. I mean, do you think that defeating lower leveled competition would have placed your career back on track? Following our match, you would have been traded to Voltage, but you would have done something stupid. You probably would still be looking like a stupid asshole with no sense of direction. Who knows? Maybe, you could have redeemed yourself. Maybe, you would have gotten reign number two a lot sooner. Maybe, you wouldn’t have been traded to Dynasty. Maybe, contract negotiations wouldn’t have fell through with you. It’s interesting how one event made all these other ones possible for you. I deserve a thank you, Jamie. Maybe, a letter. Maybe, some roses in a vase. Something that says that I would probably not be in the company if I never faced you at Pain for Pride. You can say that it was turning on Xavier in The Mighty Don’t Kneel that put your career back on track, but I think everyone in the fucking universe knows the truth. There’s no need to deny it. There’s no need to be ashamed. In about three days, it will be the same woman that makes all your dreams of becoming champion end. Deep in my heart, I hope that you’re not angry. I do hope when I get the title that you give me all the credit in the world. However, knowing your ego, you won’t accept defeat. That concerns me and that will break my heart, but I will carry on with my life. I just hope you learn to accept it.

 
A great bit of this verbal battle has already reached deep levels of stupidity. People shouting my team is better than yours like that matters at all. Oh, wait. That’s mainly just Aria doing that. It’s exceptionally clear that I’ve struck a nerve with your precious women’s champion. Why do you think I want to wash my hands of you? Do you not understand this is all part of the long game? This isn’t about ending your career at all. You really do want people to believe I’m just some kind of heartless monster that wants to take everything you’ve worked so hard for and leave you in the corner. But you also want to make it clear to me that as long as you’re here and as long as you’re at the top, I’ll never be allowed to be there. Because I’ll never beat you, right? Isn’t that the real narrative you’re knocking at here? I’ve been just waiting for you to have the balls to drag out the red carpet on that narrative and selfie your way down with all your self-obsessions and braggadocio, but instead we get the timid Aria who’s just tip toeing around what she really wants to say without trying to say it. Here’s the thing, buddy, you don’t get to go around and call yourself the queen and then pretend there’s no self-obsession there. I have to just say what Aria will tell all of you for you. She didn’t come up with this nickname, it’s that everyone else was saying. No, not really. I’ve been your best friend for a good amount of time and I can never recall referring to you as a queen. I can’t recall your even better friend Tarah saying that either. No, you decided you were the queen of the new guard, didn’t you? And it’s just a funny term for someone who has really achieved no more than someone she walked side-by-side with for her entire time in this company. But at some point, even at your lowest of lows, you can look and compare and truly see that we aren’t the same. And even though I fight my ass off day in and day out and I never take a day off, you see me as a lesser fighter than you. You see me as a lesser person than you. Everyone has always believed Cailin Dillon to be this ego-driven fighter. No, I’m just confident in myself. I fight until I can’t fight anymore. But you try to frame it and change it and define me as something different because you don’t like me anymore. Your reasons are pathetic, you are as fake as fool’s gold and you’re leading all your followers down a long road that ends in despair. You know I won’t just turn and go away. You clearly want me to stand down and wait my turn while you triumphantly parade around and give your royal wave from crowd to crowd, but it’s not going to happen. This bitch will never go away.
 
And it seems to me that you listened to your own teammates for source material. Sad because I know you don’t struggle to find your words when you’re trying to burn at Cailin Dillon. It’s one of Aria’s favorite passions. Her real, true past time. The funny thing about you obsessing over the end of the Sirens is that Tarah could give two shits about it. You talk betrayal like I zapped each of you with a cattle prod and then rubbed my boot across your face. Do you even stop for a fucking second and realize both of you had far worse things to say about me than I ever had to say about either of you? Sirens was fucking dead. Get it through your head. The moment you add people to your team for a match like that, and your whole team is eliminated but the opponent team is still standing, you are done. And somehow now you think you’re talking to me so much different. The only time you really ever pulled a punch on me was Pain for Pride. And you won that one, so congratulations. I didn’t choose to align myself with the OGs, just let the truth come out on this shit. Those assholes were playing games. Yet now you’re talking about how I’ve been double-crossing people and cheating to win. Are you really so stung by the one time you got beat in that title match because of those assholes? You’re the champion right now you stupid bitch. Get. Over. It. And just so you know, you will always have a target on your back. Isn’t that obvious? I will always have a target on my back. Champion or not, when we step in the ring we have a certain reputation that precedes us and people want to make their mark by beating us in the ring. The only thing that separates us from the average idiots that walk in this company day after day is we don’t just fall easy. We are two people that you can easily identify as the ultimate challenges in this division. So my target will always be on you. Look at how different things are. When I became Women’s Champion I wanted to fight you. I publically stated how happy I was to see you beat Sheridan and earn that No. 1 contendership. And you? You spit on my face because you were still so obsessed with that Sirens shit. I offered my hand in congratulations then, and you suspected I was doing so to trick you. Who the actual fuck did you think I was? I didn’t cost you that match. That was your good friend Cloud Matsuda. And see, it all sort of revolves around to this point. You can blame me all you want for each and every one of these problems or these moments but the true root of the issue is just your opinion on me. Your opinion on me is that if I’m not fighting with you, right by your side, I’m not worth it. And it’s sad, because we clearly bring the best out of each other. And I have such a high level of respect for you that I’m willing to do what it takes to show you your own problems before they get exposed further and it’s all too late. You’re looking at me as some sort of war criminal that should be hung for her crimes. In reality, I’m just the hero trying to save you from yourself. And you’ll never totally understand that until it’s all too late. Until you’ve gone too far to turn back again.
 
That’s why my mindset going into this match has been clear as day. I’ll fight your team down to the wire, and my team will back me up at every turn. I’ve seen what your team has to offer now and it’s crystal clear where their mindsets are at. My team is so much more in tune than yours is at this point. And just try and contain Alexis, because she’s the one who sounds like she really wants to rip your throat out. But if you were really honest you would tell the truth. You talk like my team is dreamers whose goal is about to be crushed. But honestly, you and I both know this match comes down to two people. And in the right world, it comes down to me and you and you get every chance you want to make me pay for what I did to you and your title. In a sick way you need me. Beating me up is the way you prove just how dominant you are. Maybe I am a villain in your mind and everything I touch just turns to shit, but you sure love beating the hell out of me and trying to prove me wrong at every turn. There’s a certain obsession for you at just that. Maybe that makes me your own personal villain in our story. Or maybe you’re just trying to beat me so hard that I’ll suddenly shake my head and embrace you and thank you for all the beatings. But that’s in your dream world. In the real world that we live in you will hit me over and over and you will watch me smile and laugh and even when you “beat me” you’ll turn around to see me standing again, back on my feet and ready to go again. Because no matter how much you think Cailin Dillon has changed, that part of her has and never will change. I’m not desperate to fight you, but you are to prove to the world you are better than me at every turn. I wonder, why does Aria fear losing to me so much? What is she so worried about when it comes to me? She calls me a monster, so does that mean I’ve already turned her dreams into nightmares?
 
Did you all know Madison is interesting because she was a champion once? I think that’s the exact reason she’d tell you I don’t matter. Heh, it’s pretty funny how bad she is at trying to make any kind of a point. It’s almost unbelievable at this point to think about how far she came, then how far she fell, and then how far she climbed back up again. But she really doesn’t bring death to anything but herself. She might as well be calling herself the Mistress of Self-preservation at this point, constantly crawling back up from the depths and giving it another shot. I would probably be the last person you’d suspect would tell you I was impressed with what she did against Aria Jaxon last month. But go back to the week after she won the right to fight Aria. She called me petty and jealous, all because I told her congratulations on your future loss. I was impressed she put up as much of a fight as she did. However, I still knew fully that she would fall. This is Madison after all, the two-time loser in the Empress of Elite finals. And yes it really is something to make it to the finals. And it really is something that she was practically gift-wrapped a title by the then-outgoing Tarah Nova. But in the end, she’s not exactly big match Madison. When her back is truly up against the wall and the odds are against her, she doesn’t fight to win. She fights not to get killed. She fights to escape as unscathed as possible. I have no reason to believe she’ll do anything otherwise in this match, do I? I mean you can tell from her effort this week that she truly doesn’t care enough to be bothered by this match. She just believes she deserves a million shots to lose to the champion. I just think she needs to step aside for a minute so I can show her what a true, classic championship match looks like. Don’t worry baby girl, after this match you truly will be an after thought for a bit. But hey, go win Empress of Elite, finally. That will put you right back up to the top!
 
Consuela you can say all of these things, but no one really sees it the same way as you do. So I tell you, just dream and hope and maybe it will happen for you. I appreciate the way you compared me losing to a Hall of Famer to you losing to April Song. I mean, you know who will really appreciate that? April fucking Song. You’ve gotten so touchy over everything I’ve said but ignored the fact that it is all true. We’re just wanting you to come out fighting at every turn instead of flipping on a TV and seeing you dusting down Tarah’s office to butter her up or whatever the fuck you were trying to do there. Learn from those losses to April, see how she’s handling this match and ask yourself if you’re prepared to take that step forward and make sure she can’t bring more mockery to that title. She thinks she’s grown and she clearly believes she’s outgrown you. It would be a big step for you to make it beyond Aria to the end of this match so I can pin you for the win. Everyone would see the amount of growth you’ve made. But April is already dismissing you with one hand and putting her eyes on another challenger. Don’t let her. You’re the only hope at this point, right? You’re supposed to be an Ava. We were supposed to be convinced that you have every bit the same gall as your hall of fame sister. But some of us are still waiting for the moment where you just break out of your turtle shell, put your foot down and make your mark on this division. Man, you compared April to Aria, too. April is really having her lucky day with you on this one. Aria didn’t beat me in January or February in title matches, so, I think I’m doing ok. The thing you’re failing to realize here is even with loses to Aria, I’m still achieving around that. All you’ve really done lately is lose to April. So… what else am I supposed to talk about. You did your deed to Brody at Pain for Pride but I assure you when she returns all the shit talk you can think of won’t be enough to stop her from breaking both of your orbital bones.
 
April you want respect? No one is going to respect you just because you go around threatening to choke people out. It just doesn’t work for you like it does for me when I talk about ripping fucking arms out of the sockets. But maybe that’s what you really want from this match. You want your stupid nerd music to play and you come out there and I twist you around and start ripping at your arm. The funny thing about you is you’re a champion, and you seem to be taking this match as less serious as anyone. You straight up acknowledge to being a bit player in this match. Hell, Conseula is talking about going right past you and making an impact in this match. You? You’re just a worthless shitstain that’s whole plan is just to show up and raise your hand and show someone that you were there. You’re clearly here for you and you only. And that’s fine in a world where you don’t have to help your team win this match and they’re counting on you. But you’re in the world instead where I will be finishing your day by making you tap out like the bitch you are and shooing you away. This isn’t your match, April. You don’t matter. But I will make sure you lose.
 

Aria your team is a mix of people who want to work as a team, who want to win it for themselves and who don’t having a fucking clue why they’re even here. But none of that even matters in the end. I’m going to fight you and each of the members of your team until my very last breath. My team is going to win this even if I’m the only one left standing against all five of you. And when it all comes down to the end, you’ll be left trying to explain how your precious winning steak against me came to an end. Your dream of dominance over me… dead.

Hey you guys know that old saying right? To kill two birds with just a single stone? Yes I know Nas is being cliche once again with his material, but I can’t help it. That’s who I am deep down. The reason I bring it up is well, because I would say that just about sums up perfectly what I am attempting to do come Territorial Invasion. One of those birds is Sebastian Monroe, a man surrounded by guards. Men fighting tooth and nail on his behalf. Some doing it as an act of thanks for assisting them in their past careers. Others don’t necessarily care, but have been selected for the task by Monroe himself. But before I continue on that train of thought I’d like to touch back on that other bird. CM Banks. As I like to call him “the originator”. The man who started it all. The grandaddy of this business. Yadda yadda yadda. Also the man who has absolutely no respect for me and zero love for me too. You see to CM Banks I am just some false prophet chosen by the people. I am nothing more than a gnat who just won’t give up buzzing around in old Banksy’s face, trying to eat off his plate. Oh how I’m just a kid picking fights with grizzled grown men. Swinging away nonstop when none of my punches hit remotely close to home. Well that is simply your perception. The almighty CM Banks sees me as no longer a threat. Nothing close to a challenge whatsoever. But just an annoyance. That’s well and fine. I never asked for your opinion, I didn’t care to know. And quite frankly knowing it doesn’t change a damn thing about how I perceive things myself. The way I see it is how the real world sees it. You are going into this thing as a rematch. I’m going into this thing as a fight to the bitter end. My blood, my sweat, my tears. Everything. I’m putting it all up on this one event. You see last year at Territorial Invasion Banks, to give YOU a bit of a history lesson for once rather than the opposite...I was beaten in my very first world title match. I lost to Aren Mstislav for the EAW Championship. I had him set up for an Ether, but he low blowed me and the ref missed it. He of course then preceded to retain his title. Then went on to feud with Y2Impact. Meanwhile I was then suspended by Carlos Rosso for disrespecting him and putting my hands on the old bastard when he should have spent less time praising his “precious” Team Voltage for their narrow TI Victory and spent a little bit more time restarting my title match so I could get the fair opportunity I was so wrongly robbed of. By the way I sure hope Team Keelan sends that old bag of bones back to the retirement home where he belongs. Anyways back on track, because Banksy I’m sure you don’t give two shits about Carlos or Keelan. To be fair you probably don’t care about any of this exposition, but you brought up a bunch of stuff I could care less about too so it is what it is now ain’t it? But yes, I bring up my previous Territorial Invasion failures because I use it as fuel as well. A constant reminder in the back of my head. That I am not only competing at Territorial Invasion this weekend to take down the corrupt Sebastian Monroe. Not only am I facing you to prove something to myself. But I am fighting to avenge my previous failures at this particular event too. I can’t necessarily say that TI has been a kind event to me, but it is most certainly one that I tend to kick things into the next gear at. To this day my performance against Aren at this show has to have been one of my all time best, which makes the defeat hurt all the more. But that is in the past and I got my retribution against my brother. The vengeance is more so a reminder to myself that at all costs I cannot lose at this event this year just as I did previously. Which leads me back to you. You think you’ve got my number. You think you know it all don’t you? The all seeing and all knowing Bankstradamus I suppose eh? And yeah, in 2012 you walked away from this industry for what looked like would be forever. You hung up your boots for what even you claimed at the time would be, the last time. Every and any name at that point in the business had to gain the good ol’ CM Banks seal of approval before they could become anything at all. That’s quite interesting Banks. If only your seal of approval were what I was after in this contest. No I don’t want your respect. That’s what I was after in the first match and I thought I had claimed it, so I ready to move on with my career and my life. But then on Showdown you showed me exactly what kind of a man I was dealing with and I decided then I had to escalate the situation myself. Because you see Banks I’m not headed to TI to fight to earn your respect. I’m headed to Territorial Invasion to take your seemingly endless amounts of pride. I’m going to beat that proud, self entitled attitude out of you and make you never want to insult my name ever again as long as your feet a planted within the confines of the Land of the Elites. CM Banks I still stand tall in reminding you that I’m like no man you have ever stepped into this ring with before. I compare to nobody from your time or anytime you witnessed before my ascension. I am a one of a kind performer. Many want to be me, but there will never be another Nasir Moore in this lifetime! At Territorial Invasion I will achieve the impossible by taking not only Sebastian Monroe’s career, not only the number one contendership to the Answers World Championship, but I take away a piece of you. I take it and stuff it into my pocket. I take it to my safe and lock it away forever. Where you can never reclaim it. Although as you noted...things could go south for me. I could meet defeat at your hands. I could very well be eliminated from Team Starr. Or even survive to the end, but be put down by one of my own comrades. It’s all extremely realistic. Oh and no, I won’t say that losing is not an option. It definitely is one realistically speaking. It’s just not the option for me is all. I would rather allow my body to be broken down, torn apart, and permanently dismantled than shamefully admit defeat to anyone when I could still go for more just to secure my health. I may sound like a complete idiot for that but quite frankly I don’t give a damn. CM Banks in order to beat my this time, you’re gonna need to make sure I do NOT get up! EVER! And I can already assure you beating me to the point that I’ll never be able to stand back up...now THAT is an impossible task, even for a man like yourself. But we all know that you will try so, I guess the least I could do is wish ya luck huh? Don’t hurt yourself tryin to hurt me buddy.

But before I go, allow me to return to Team Monroe because it seems a new face has made his presence felt now. I thought I was just dealing with the heavy hitters Jacob Senn and Scott Oasis, but to my surprise Nico Borg wants to throw down as well. And when I say surprised I mean genuinely surprised. Nico is a man who bursted onto the scenes during season ten, but actually debuted during season nine. Most people tend to forget that there was a time period where he was on Dynasty BEFORE being drafted to Showdown, as he himself reminded us all. He didn’t have very kind things to say about his treatment on the show then, but sees no issues in fighting for Sebastian Monroe as Starr Stan has not done anything in particular FOR him either. Now that’s well and fine, we’ve all picked our sides for a reason. Whether I agree with it simply does not matter at this point. Damage is already done. Speaking of Damage done, TI is gonna be featuring a TON of Ethers, just felt I should get that off my chest. I can level with you on one thing Nico. I’m not in it because Starr has done all these amazing things for me in the past and all this blah blah blah. I didn’t pick his side for that. I picked his side because, number one he did not get in my way of going after Banks like Monroe did. And number two, Starr wasn’t the one who decided to ban me from the Answers World Title, Monroe once again would be that guy. Something else I can respect about you Mister Cash in the Vault is that much like Jacob Senn, you didn’t go out of your way to disrespect a man you hadn’t had any prior interactions with in your journey through the Land of the Elites. You showed quite a bit of class in your addressing of me and I see only fit that I do the same for you my good sir. Although I guess I could address that one little detail at the end of...Aren carrying me? Carry me how exactly? When we won the Young Lion Tag Cups when we BOTH had Crash locked in submissions. In many of our tag ventures we fought as equals and tended to dominate our opponents as a unit, not one individual carrying the slack of another. If we’re being honest during our run as a team I was the more giving one of the two. Aren tended to take weeks off while I’d be here defending the good name of the connection WHILE having a singles career on NEO contending for the Young Lions Cup AT THE SAME TIME! And of course my biggest argument is the fact that I was the one who won us the Unified Tag Team Championships off of Carlos Rosso and GI Styles. Not Aren. I hope everyone is hearing this loud and clear by the way, just so in a couple months time I don’t have to repeat myself on this matter too. But back on the task at hand Nico, even though I most certainly respect how much you have built in such a small amount of time...my only way of going on to become the Answers World Champion is through the downfall of Sebastian Monroe. And of course in order for that to happen you must lose. Which I am not asking you to lose for me. I am TELLING you that you are going to be beaten by me or someone on my team. It’s as simple as that pal. I proudly carry the weight of the world and the burdens of all upon these shoulders. Whether it be Jacob Senn, Scott Oasis, or even you Nico Borg. There is not a single man on this earth capable of holding me back from gaining what I have spent my entire life chasing after. As EVERYONE loves to say, so close yet so very far. I can taste it on the tip of my tongue. My hands extend out to grab hold of it. My eyes are locked onto the grand prize. My feet are firmly planted where they are at this point in time, No man can take me down. Not with the power that I now hold!

The Dragon's Den...

Basic. Asleep. This is the true sight great performers see as they move from place to place looking towards their audiences, never expressing their inner contempt for those in their seats who observe the greats. The people, they always laugh at the jokes you’ve told a thousand times in other places around the world, they clap for the same magic trick you you’ve done over and over again, and rarely do you have the opportunity to go and change the entire act. It’s the performers greatest blessing and curse, the ability to master through repetition and yet also the tedium of rehashing old stunts when you just want to brazenly go out there throwing new ideas to the wall and see what sticks next.

They ask, what is a king without loyal subjects?

Why are people using outdated references like kings in this day and age?

Theron speaks to me as if I didn’t just explain to him why I did what I did to him in particular, and why he will never have a one on one shot at my championship, let alone ever receive an untainted contest with me where I give him a knight’s proper death.

I could go into detail about the nature of man kneeling to power. I could explain how the concept of kings never died, and people just called them something else. I could explain in a different way why Theron will remain ever defiled, ever stained for all of the time by my hands, and I am sure his King’s Guard peers. It would not be difficult because I have already mastered these conversations, I already have the proper spin to place on these arguments and stories to be told. But I refuse to go through this again, not when we’re in store for one of the most dangerous contests any of us have ever been in, not when this could be the last curtains for so many of enemies and I owe the world to give them a compelling send off! Today, Theron can go relisten to my last speech, and the High Rollerz can go ask Ryan Marx and the thousand people who have brought up the same questions before the king. Today, for those inquiries this afro royal tells Theron and the High Rollerz to either by themselves get woke and to stop being as basic as suburbian whores, or forever remain ignorant to the lessons I shall not hold their hands in and walk them through.

No, knuckle draggers, instead of messing up on the fundamentals, you should be shaping up for the contest of your lives. There seems to be some confusion, as if at Territorial Invasion we’ll be wrestling two different matches, but that just goes to show how greatly outmatched you are in front of the Triumvirate, united. Do I really need to explain why I would want my fellow peers to gain championship gold? Must I bring it to your attention that no champions need to be pinned to have their championship taken away from them? Why would I ignore any of my opponents under such circumstances? I’ll address this as it is something I haven’t had to before, though I would have felt it was quite obvious. I didn’t change my last name to IV to go out like Jon Jones just did, to have the championship stripped from me without someone taking me out! EVERYONE and EVERYTHING, in this match is my business. Your requests for otherwise only goes to show how you have failed to come together as one, while there are no holes in our ranks, we are a phalanx that will spear right throw you, picking at all the gaps in your defences and inability to work as a team. In error, the High Rollerz claim that it is Lannister and Ares out of their element going for the tag team championships as if they’re engaged in a two on two contest, when in fact it is the three of you who already show signs of being unprepared to survive in this environment. A state completely unacceptable whilst you stand before the three creatures on top of the EAW food chain.

I respect that my former tag team partner apparently considers the High Rollerz to be the GOAT. I can definitely see the argument to say it is so. But before you get ahead of yourselves, allow me to use my crown as a magician’s topper, and from it pull a rabbit out of the hat to address the situation.  What does it mean to be the GOAT? Such a status requires a combination of talent, accolades, dedication, and time. Drake & Jones are the most talented team to ever grace this roster, and our chemistry for how long it lasted remains unmatched, but we had no intention on staking out a spot in the tag team division for all our careers to put in the dedication and time the High Rollerz have. Is that meant to be disrespect from me to you? No, like any other division or sport in the world those things are required to be considered the greatest, even Michael Jordan wouldn’t be considered the best if he had only played one season in the NBA. This is a proclamation of clarification, I feel no envy for your so-called place as the soon to be GOAT tag team, for all that matters to me as pertains to Drake & Jones is that we proved together that no one can touch us as long as we were a team, and I have full confidence that we would get the job done against you on any night! So congratulations, your legend will likely surpass us as a team, but you’ll never be better than us in the pure art of tag team wrestling! More relevant to now, it doesn’t matter if you two will go down ranked higher than Lannister and Ares as a duo on all time lists, not if while Lannister and Ares are around they’re better than you at that point of time and have those straps. And this only assumes the two of you will be walking out of Territorial Invasion with your careers in tact, which is no guarantee, let alone have the ability to ever be Unified Tag Team Champions ever again after they’re done with the championships!

Now Theron you can try to isolate me, you can continuously attempt to have this romanticized picture where you and I will one day be left as the two last people on earth where you’ll get your grubby little hands on me, but the truth of the matter is that I am unattainable by lowlifes such as yourself. I exist on an upper crust of society, and I’ve always been a popular figure that the entire roster is just waiting to answer my beck and call if I grant them the honour of fighting on my behalf. You of all people know this. What you don’t understand is that I left you breathing on purpose, I wanted everything that happened to you to one day sink into that little brain of yours, so you understand just how big of a mistake you made when you decided to throw your career away as soon as you caught one whiff of being able to challenge me. You feed into your base impulses, and it didn’t lead you anywhere fruitful, which goes to show that perhaps it’s in your very nature, your gut works against what’s best for you. Perhaps you’re just glutton for punishment. I do know, you aren’t that good at promises, you failed to live up to your past promises, to me as a knight, and to these people as a challenger, but you continue to make them as your word become less and less valuable. So what if you make more? It’ll be all the more reason for you to linger on having to chew on your past mistakes, and every word you say.

The Eagle's Symbolic Tone...

Ah ha, it seems to Lannister that he has struck a nerve. Isn't that so Ripley? Isn't that so Davidson? Or perhaps it is just your anger boiling over, knowing that Lannister won't praise your paper deity. Throw your shade-less words Lannister's way, by all means - go right ahead. Lannister will match them, just so you can't use them as an excuse to barter later on. Lannister wants to show the world just how quick it is to break the pines of glass that is your confidence, long before the famine and starvation of your illogical reasoning catch up to your cause. You actually want to believe the idea that Lannister is your equal, only for the idea that you want this relentless attack to let off. Lannister is not going to sit idle and be a passenger to the moment. After all, here you two are, slurring your words together about concepts you know nothing about. Your ignorance displayed like a trophy you're proud of.

Because if you're going to use history as a source to your argument, you might want to set the facts straight. How your mind has deviated from the truth just to fit your hollow narrative, as you've blinded yourself to the components of reality. Lannister will dive into these later, but how apparent it's become that you mongrels have become tortured by your own words of reason. It appears the loser's mindset has already set in, with the mind filling itself with denial. Go right ahead and continue feeding this self-induced coping mechanism that continues to churn the wheel. Just know that neither of you are as sly as you lead on, nor as clever. Naive to the circumstance at hand, why else would either of you be boasting such feeble claims. Perhaps it comes down to fooling one's self. Or maybe there is no ulterior motive and just simply wish to spin a web of lies. Deception has always been the finest art, after all, but how it backfires when you've even fooled your own intent. You don't have what it takes to manipulate the masses, as you stumble upon your own words time and time again. You've been mislead into thinking that you are in control, when in reality your mind is just trying to justify for that you cannot compensate. The despair in your jealousy is rather apparent, and Territorial Invasion shall serve as the apparent. 

The world shall lay witness to the court of envy, in which the High Rollerz steam. The pride within these men is just too far gone, craving for ignorance. There is an error in their ways - and as Lannister has always said - 'Some mistakes, you never stop paying for'. While these cretins depend on their weakly-imposed insults like "Game of Thrones" character - it just proves that they are just trying to steer the conversation from its proper path. A pity, it truly is - to not have the guild to attack Lannister or the Triumvirate itself on relevant means. Perhaps this is just the signal of the mental state within - confidence needing a shot in the arm. Envious of Lannister's mold, no doubt. Not that Lannistercan blame them, a fine specimen of brute nature and mental fortitude that is un-rivaled in today's land of elite. Now again, these lead to petty accusations, but the less mindful like The High Rollerz WOULD take offense to the usage of an extended vocabulary. The harmony in Lannister's foresight is unmatched, keen to the analytic world in which we live in today. You try to impose your restrictions on Lannister, but what an unworthy cause, as it is Lannister that serves as the unreachable point of the omniscient point of view. Lannister is a man that is an amendment to humanity itself, a changing of the guard. What are you, Ripley? Who are you, Davidson? Rhetorical question, if you understand what that means, so no need to actually answer. But with that in mind, there is a silent obligation to ponder the course of such a question - relative to Lannister's state. There is clarity in realizing what your role in this game in which we play.

Lannister himself? Lannister is the disciple of war, molded by its essential shade. It churns the blood within, restoring the balance of all that declares itself immortal. A chapter opening and closing, the end versus the beginning. Consumed by it all, in fact. Lannister has waged war and conquered just about any foe that dare oppose him, and it is the only building block that a man can have at his disposal to forge the world as he sees fit. While you all play your part, dawning the facade that is the masquerade, this is where Lannister can shine his true colors. The brute reality of it all, where power can only be defined as power. And when Lannister looks around, observes the scene laid out before him, he looks across the battlefield and sees a brotherhood of men who serve as victims of their own compromise. Desperation has corroded the mind, and for it you shall have this serve as a time capsule to the scene linked. Your blood will serve as ink, dawning a caption in a page of Lannister's history books, written in your own contempt. A participant to the history, soldiers who figuratively died for the wrong cause. You see this through the echoes of time, men driven by their faith. But how when these desires come to meet the post-mortem stage, that's where you truly can define the nature of each man. The High Rollerz can stand upon their high castle now, but walls have crashed to the ground before. What ever official titles you cling to, whichever accomplishments you once held - are proven obsolete as charred bones. Because Lannister serves as a conqueror, and his brothers in arms echo the entity of such a sentiment. You cling to the remains of your tag team history - but it is all you have. All it takes to strip you of your identity, is to dawn those precious titles for ourselves. Look at Lannister - Look at Ares. Do you REALLY think the Answers World Championship served as the source of our power? Do you REALLY think that championship gold served as the signifance of our place on the totem pole? Of course not, for our nature serves a different course - a higher purpose. Lannister wouldn't expect either of you to understand, all it would do is raise your level of contempt. Lannister himself can't wait to see what truly remains of Ripley and Davidson, long after their source of namesake is perished. Lannister and Ares serve as an auto reset button, at any time adversity takes a stride into the destined path.

Lannister could dive into a wide range of topics, but why bother when the justification of it all would ring upon deaf ears. You're a man full of assumptions, as you play fiddle to your mind's coping mechanic. In your minds. you happen to be on the scale, play by the same rules of the men you dare mock. Only in your minds, can you find comfort that you actually belong, that you could persuade yourself that you could match Lannister in stature and belief. But only then. But who is Lannister to judge? We all happen to be victims to ourselves, blinded by the lies we sell. Caught up in the webs of fame, it seems your efforts to please have been made in vain. But oh please, Davidson, please oh please, Ripley - show Lannister how you weave your way through such fallacies of logic. Because is it ever so tempting to let the show go forth, as you continue to act as this master of puppets. Stringing along to the means of nothing. For Lannister pays no mind in the words you spiel. Lannister does not give way to propaganda - for words are wind, as you have made quite apparent with your petty assumptions and claims. Lannister couldn't possibly take you any less seriously than he does now. He was expecting a challenge, but it has become obvious that this isn't just a battle of class structure, but the informed against informal. It's like taking candy from a baby, but alas - it must be done. Feel free to relive the moments in your mind of great past successes, for the time remaining in which you can. The mistake of the matter would just be to expect the returning outcome, knowing damn well a vile, separate presence knocks on the very door. Wade through those fragments in which you keep - just come to know, when the time hits to check back into reality - your pathetic, desperate attempt to heed this storm, shall be your lasting memory of a worthless duration. 

For this is the coming of an age, so Lannister would suggest to begin to alter your mind-frame towards what is to come. As it is The Triumvirate that will give the people of this land a story truly worth telling. One that will set the precedent for all to follow. You have beaten many a team, but never this one - and that's the only equation that counts. So stop trying to paint the canvas with a disguise, it only leaves your argument shallow. This is The Triumvirate vs. the lesser mortals in which you plea. This is not Robert Vendetta, this is not the Heart Break Gal. That's all this is - all that remains relevant. Considering that is the only source material in which you can read from, it becomes quite obvious to Lannister that he is apart of the winning equation. For only the present is deemed the conquest at hand. Lannister, if nothing else, is undefeated in his approach. Just don't freight - as Lannister has no ill will, only the passion and desire to have you marvel at his feet. But Lannister must admit, the urgency is dimming low, all thanks to recent events. It's a shame, really. This conversation has done nothing but unmotivated Lannister's core excitement towards such a monumental moment. It has always been a keen favor of Lannister's, to bury the names of his foes in the grass and call them his own. But the more Lannister converses with such mongrels, it's becoming ever more apparent they aren't worth the desire. The High Rollerz may serve as tag team champions, but they surely aren't worth their own weight in gold. 

There surely has to be more than meets the eye, or what Lannister has had to endure. Lannister supposes it matters not, just as long as the deed for the day is met with return. The tag team championships are all that matter, not who was once affiliated. Lannister knows you will no doubt try to portray a mirroring tirade, but none of that matters. Lannister probably won't even listen, because the words will just be a mimic of this forgotten chord. The desperate cries for attention have been heard enough as is, for there is no reason to continue to tune into such a symphony. The "big, bad" wolves tried to stake their claim on this territorial device, this deeming stage - but the gunshot mind-frame couldn't have possibly gone any more wrong. By all means, Ripley, by all means, Davidson - breathe in your own disgust. You have to be used to it by now. Just know, that the Triumvirate will continue to break you down to the very atom. Just cherish what you have built, and each side can part their own separate ways. There is no need to get personal, but Lannister can if he must, or has the design and intent to do so. All empires essentially find their demise once Lannister grazes upon their core. All defiled with their law of contempt, all of pitiful desperation to the masquerade of something they're not. But go right ahead, clench your fist in contemplation. But it's going to be hard to stay afloat when the lungs get filled with smoke and mirrors of your own beat. Stripped to the core, let this Territorial Invasion be the vicious, diabolical moment in time when you were swallowed by your own bitter taste. These corridors are about to close around you, and there will be nothing to salvage from such a display. Farewell to your shadows, and say hello to your reality.

That reality? That you could not keep the oath to your own cause. You ALL intend on keeping your word. But only one word matters - LANNISTER. 

You will no doubt be fractured from these words, but let the sound resonate. And let it resonate true. For...

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

...And with it, the spoils of this war.

You know what never ceases to amaze me? That in all the years that I’ve been in EAW, that throughout it all, my favorite moments have always been with other people. People like my family. My beautiful husband Eclipse, my sweet sisters beside me, and my greatest rivals, all rolled into one neat little package, tied up in a bow and stamped directly to yours truly. It’s almost funny. Almost. Don’t let this painted smile fool you girls, mama isn’t laughing as hard as she could be. I’ve been trying my entire career to achieve something similar to credibility...and now that I’m this close, this close to greatness, it’s begun to take its toll on me sort of. There are cracks in the facade, little ones. The mask of flesh that I wore, that shattered long ago. Long ago. And now, now it’s just a matter of time before it shatters entirely. You know how it is, girls and boys? We try our hardest to be normal, or to be sane, but we can all shatter ever so easily. We can break apart, fall, and eventually shatter entirely against the ground. Eventually, what will happen to most of us is that we shall stay broken against the floor, trying to collect all the pieces of our masks over and over again, lamenting our fates and stretching a hand out for someone to repair the mask for us. That’s what happens to so many of us. But not me, I chose to let that mask shatter. This paint I wear, the paint that SHE designed for me, this is the true face that she saw through my mask. This is the face that she said I had been trying to hide. The face that this weird world of EAW had tried to fabricate for me, as if I was nothing more than a doll that they could play dress up with. Do you understand that? I couldn’t even be who I was truly inside, instead I had to be someone that they could make a marketable image of. In DWF, they designed me after a pretty little dressed up therapist. I was sex appeal, and that was it. When I first joined EAW, I was the Rising Dragon, the battle princess. I wanted to explore that ferocity that I held in RUW, but even then I was taught that who I really was, was nothing more than a horrendous crime. A crime to the world. I had to hide myself. Hide my face. Hide my reality. And so, the CRIMINAL that was my mask, stole bits and pieces from me and was made into a marketable image by EAW. Do you know what changed it all? What made me look at the world that I was in and realize that I couldn’t let that world shape who I was inside? What it was, was looking at myself in the hospital, seeing my shattered body after a hellish match at Terminus against someone that I had considered a sister, and realizing that what I had revealed to the world...what I had shown that drew the applause of thousands of people...that was what mattered. Not this crass marketing ploy by people who couldn’t tell what the reality that we were creating was. No...they couldn’t respect the real me. They couldn’t respect the Mother. They couldn’t respect the Fighter. They could only respect three things. Breasts. Butt. And Lips. That’s what they could accept, so when I turned my back to them fully, and embraced the face that she revealed to me...it revealed something even better to it all. It revealed not only who I was...but just what my treasured enemies were hiding. And just what it meant to be a treasured enemy. A treasured enemy isn’t someone that I hate, not at all. That’s not what a treasured enemy has to be at all. A treasured enemy is someone who you feel things for, but at a level that your friends and family cannot. You would never wish harm upon them...unless you were to be the one to inflict it upon them. You wouldn’t throw them under the bus, you would DRIVE THE BUS! You wouldn’t let a bullet touch them, unless you were the one pulling the trigger. These are treasured enemies. Hated rivals that haunt your dreams. You can hear their mocking laughter in the back of your head, taunting you. Screaming at you. Telling you that you aren’t worth it. That you don’t have the skill or power to go far at all. Screaming at you that you will fail. All that you can hear. And look, look at what our sadistic little GM has decided to grant to us? She’s given us ALL of those treasured enemies. All of those that would dare to hurt me and my family more and more. She’s given them to us, and we will take pride in their slaughter. I want them to feel my hatred and my madness, I want them to SUFFER! And with all of them lied up in front of me, like lambs for a slaughter, this painted smile on my face is just widening. I can feel the blood pooling on my hands already. Yours and mine. Ah, I cannot wait at all. Well, I suppose, I should start talking of which of these treasured enemies deserve my fists more. Whose blood do I want to cake my fists more than the others?


You know why I despise you, Consuela? Why your very name, and your voice, pisses me off above everything else? It’s simple really. It’s because you walk around as if the world should shed a tear for your losses, as if your world hasn’t been made of Gold and Sunlight. I know a bit of your tragedies. Heh, see...SHE has told us quite a bit. I know of the torturous environment of your past, but you seem to have grown away from that. In fact...I have to question if anyone has ever frowned at you, let alone done anything so ruthless to you that you warrent a shred of our pity? But, think what you will of your title loss. In fact, I encourage it. Hate. Have nothing but hate to the world for what happened to you. Hate April Song for taking away the title that you wrenched from my little sister’s grasp. Hate Sophia for butting her ugly big cheeked face into this rivalry of yours. Hate them all. Because it’s that hate that is going to fuel your eventual downfall. You will burn in the fire that you create, because you’ve never experienced true hatred before. You are a bubbly and go lucky person, when things are going well, but now that things are taking a downward spiral...you don’t know where to go. You don’t know what to do. All that you know is that this hate is burning inside of your heart. And you can pretend that it doesn’t exist all that you like. Continue to make the audience laugh with your whole “pinesol princess” act. Make a fool of yourself, if it makes you smile and makes you happy! Do all that you feel like! Because I know the truth. I know the reality. Just like SHE taught me, the world around us is a sick and twisted, unfeeling thing. And the masks that we are forced to wear, our designed to make it all that much harder and colder. Why not take it off? Embrace it. Like your sister, Cameron. Ruthless. Capable of doing everything and anything if it means she will win. So hardened to the world that she would be willing to TEAR through you, if it meant that she could attain a modicum of success once again. Why not try that, Consuela? Why not just give into those whispers tugging at your heart? That lashing of the tongue against your ear that tell you that all things are possible if you just LET GO! Why do you refuse to give in to it? Do you perhaps think you are better than that...you think you’re better than me? Just like everyone else? Everyone else that looks down on people like me. I suppose it’s your pedigree, isn’t it? A famed Ava would never stoop so low as to look at people like me as an equal. Poor Alexis. Poor Diemos. Well, here’s the fun thing about being “poor little ol’ Alexis”. I’m not just someone that can fall away into the shadows forever, and be forgotten. I built myself up, and I didn’t lean on my last name at all! I made a name for myself using my brutality! My willingness to do things and do matches that no other girl here on Empire would ever be willing to do! To date, Consuela, I’m the only woman to have competed in a Devil’s Pit Match. I could have died, and I knew that. I knew that, and when I was laying in the hospital room, unable to move my neck, my smile couldn’t have been wider. So...when you are being sent to the back, and you still lack the Specialist title, that’s being held by perhaps one of the weakest in the division when it comes to ferocity, maybe you’ll seek me out in the end. Maybe you’ll find me and ask just how someone who wasn’t born into the Diemos could have been accepted by their Patron Saint. And my answer will be simple deary. It’s because Urban Legends like me...we had to build our fates and legends in the darkness. You can live in the light all you want, Princess. But this match isn’t a place for people living in the light. This is a place for those that like the shadows most of all. You’ve been in the light long enough, Consuela. And Brody only gave you a glimpse...and it took all your strength to take her out. I’m going to drown you in the whole damn thing.


I mentioned our lackluster Specialist champion, and lo and behold, she’s next on my list. April Song. The last vestiges of genuine Technical Wrestling, catch as catch can and military training combat techniques, all rolled into the package of one...extremely boring performer. Have you ever heard a crowd during your matches, April? Do you think that their cheers are for you? They cheer for your opponents, because think of what you are, and who you are. You aren’t someone like Consuela, who can feel the love of the crowd for her antics, or someone like the Goddess of Deceit like Aria Jaxon, who the crowd worships as if she is a god incarnate. You are simply put...a woman who was in the right place, at the exact right time. April, I don’t hate you like I hate the others. For me, you are nothing more than an obstacle to barrel over. A simple roadblock in my journey. But, there are things about you that irritate me. I suppose it’s the same as Consuela and the others. You turn your nose up to us. Acting as if you are superior, with a little gold around your waist. Gold that doesn’t belong to you. Stolen treasures, worn by a sky pirate. You know what is even more irritating than that? It’s that everyone knows that you can’t beat someone like me, but Tarah put you in this to test you. To see if you can truly hang around with those like us. Those that are talented and capable of doing so much more than you could possibly dream of. And you have proven that you are capable of getting close to that point, but you aren’t there yet. You aren’t at the pinnacle that the Goddess and my beautiful Dream Killer have erected. You don’t even come close to scaling the walls. You are an ant admiring the Great Wall, and chattering to the other ants of how the ant hill you erected is comparable to it all. All the while...I hover just above it with a magnifying glass, and all it takes is a small tilt of the glass to burn all that you had erected alive. The fire consuming it all. And I have the glass trained on you, and your insignificance shall be erased from this world. But, I don’t have to turn the glass on you just yet, little bug. I can let Consuela or Sophia usurp your throne. Assassin Ants, sneaking into that ant hill you erected, and murdering you, that will be much more fun to witness with my little glass. I’ll continue to spy on you through the glass...but for now...I’ll have a little experiment. Little April. If I break all of your little ant legs...will you still be able to crawl to the ant hill? Or will you simply writhe on the ground until you eventually expire? An interesting experiment to be sure. Can’t wait for it.


Savannah!!! The best friend of my littlest sister Jocelyn! It’s so nice to see you competing once again, especially with what I’ve seen of you. You’re such a sweetheart. With such a big heart. The thing about big hearts like yours Savannah...they have a tendency to bleed a lot more. You want to make things all good between both sides, don’t you? That’s just like, you sweet little angel you. You just want to bring smiles to everyone, and be able to make the world a much happier place. But, Child of Rainbows, this isn’t the kind of world where a hug can fix everything. There aren’t enough cupcakes in the world to cure depression, and there isn’t a glitter shiny enough to mend mental scars. And in the back of your mind, you know that. I haven’t seen you angry, Savannah. I haven’t. And that scares me most of all. There is a saying, that the world trembles when a good man goes to war. Well, EAW is no different, little Savannah. Release that anger that you have inside of you. Tear it out and let it be the strength that you need for a short time...because if you let it fester and grow inside of you, it’s claws scraping against the inside of your intestines, when it finally does come out...that’s when SHE will awaken to you. And when she wakes up to you...and when she sinks her claws into you, your anger will have you embrace her. You will become a terror the likes of which this world has never known, and I don’t want this for you. I want you to smile. I want you to be the happy go lucky girl that we have seen all this time. Innocent. Fragile. Smiling. And happy. The only woman on this team that I harbor no ill will or hard feelings for. I’ll offer you my hugs, my handshakes, my home to you Savannah. But at Territorial Invasion, you are offered nothing but the smile of a hunter. The teeth of a true predator. And the rage of an undying Urban Legend. I am the woman who smiles in the shadows, with blood stained teeth and a carnivorous appetite. So when I smile to you, in that ring, this blood filled grin is here to devour you, not shake your hand and offer you sanctuary. That will be for after Savannah. So, none of this is personal. I hope that I don’t tear your pretty little face enough for you to be unrecognizable though. I’d hate for Jocelyn to lose her best friend in the whole world because her big sister couldn’t...keep...control.


Aria. Aria. Aria. Aria. Aria. Aria. Aria! Aria! Aria! Aria! ARIA! ARIA!! ARIA!!! ARIA!!! You just never stop do you?! Even when you have held the title up high, holding it above your head and smiling as the crowd worships every bit of you, you never stop! A goddess of our ring...but a goddess of false brevity and lies. You, yourself are a living lie! SHE has told me. She has told me of the being that you have become. A mask of twisted words, warped into flesh. The hair that you have, chords of tangled webs, with spiders running through them, their poison false promises. Your eyes, black orbs filled with the ichor of deceit and murderous intent. Your nails simply the knives of murderers and cutthroats. Your tongue is forked when seen closely, as a serpent, but you are no snake. A snake sheds its skin. You don’t have skin. You wear the hopes and dreams of all those that have befriended you around your body like the ancient vikings would wear the kills that they had personally caught. A demon. No goddess at all, but a god to the mortals that look upon you. Words with a hypnotic effect, a body molded to fit that part. You are no normal person, and that much is apparent. And don’t think all of this is senseless hate either, Aria. You are a molded beast of lies and murder, and you are the perfect kind of individual to be Women’s Champion due to it. After all, no normal person could possibly take the gold given to us by those ancient powers. Those gods of greed, pride, envy, and wrath. Distilled down into its base elements, Aria, you are simply the chosen of the prideful and the lustful. And you are molded by the Envious and the Wrathful. Which makes you a perfect champion. A lie made flesh cannot be harmed. Cannot be taken advantage of. Cannot be killed. Not by a normal legend like me. No, I have little bans of my own, like a Fair Folk, unable to do anything outside of my legend. I am bound to my own mortality, so I have no hope of fighting against you in that sense. Not yet. Not at the moment. Not from what I am currently, because even attempting to target a legend like you to destroy would be against my best interests. Doesn’t mean that I won’t stop attempting of course, but I know who can truly kill one such as you Aria. One who wields your very bane. With you as the Goddess of Lies and Deceit, we need a god killer. And just as you are the Dream Maker of EAW, achieving your own goals and dreams...what better than a Dream Killer? My destiny isn’t to put the sword through your twisted and blackened heart, Aria. My role is to simply do as much damage as possible. I will break your arms and legs. I will tear your body in half and drink of its essence to grow of the strength, but my beautiful sister Cailin Dillon. She shall be the one that truly tears you apart. She shall be the one to end the legacy that is Aria Jaxon. So, I will give her the satisfaction. I just want to make it easier to drive the sword through her. So, I will shatter the goddess. I will push into her lies and attempt to tear her apart more and more, until eventually...eventually...the sword that drives through you will put you down for good. And then, we shall take the Gold of the Old Gods...and place them around the waist of one who shall not be corrupted by them. One who can take the darkness that they have created for themselves. So, come at us strong, Goddess. My teeth and claws are ready to taste your blood.


And last...and last...last...my sister, Madison. Oh, you are the one that I’ve wanted to fight the most. The one who tried to steal from me my entire joy. I’m sure you remember our time together in the family. A family that helped you, and you even said it yourself. The training you received there, the love you felt, did that shape you as who you are? If it did...then tell me why. Why did you treat me as dirt beneath your feet? Is it perhaps because in your eyes, I would never amount to anything to you? Is that the reason? In a sense, Madison, you are correct. I’m not like you. You were everything that I had ever aspired to be, rolled into a beautiful package. I wanted to become you, and I hated you for it. I hated you for having the skin of what I always wanted to be. For being the person that I had always wanted to be. Well liked, beautiful, and able to mingle in two societies. And you flaunted it to me. Flaunted it like one would flaunt clothes. But I grit my teeth and smiled. I smiled and continued to dote and hang onto you, wanting to become you so badly. Then, Terminus happened. Terminus happened and I found myself on the end of the spectrum that you had dominated for years. I was finally feeling something beautiful and truly ok. I felt love. I felt adoration. I felt the crowd’s eyes on me, and it was then that I knew. I knew. That I didn’t have to become you to feel whole inside. I simply had to usurp over you. I had to become something stronger than you. I had to embrace who I was inside, just as you had. You found love, you found another family, and we bid farewell as siblings...and now that we face each other, it is no longer a question of who was better in our family. This is a fight between two people who finally embraced who they were all along. A fight between the two most twisted minds in Empire, and when we face off against each other, like we were always meant to. I want to tear you apart more than anything Madison, because you remind me of my weakest moments. When I desired to be accepted by everyone no matter what, rather than be who I really was inside. And that may sound like I’m...pushing all of what happened to me on you. I’m not. I know that what happened to me is entirely on my own shoulders. But, I also know how you make me feel. My heart pounds in my chest. I can feel the blood in my fingers running faster and faster. My teeth itch. My skin burns. You are one of the people in this entire world that I want to hurt MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE! MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THIS ENTIRE WORLD, I WANT TO RIP YOU APART! You were my first sister in the family, officially, Madison. Which makes this all the more bitter sweet. I know that my husband, and the rest of the family knows you as sister. Even I recognize you as sister. You’re family. Which makes me want to do this so much more. Blood of Blood. Soul of my Soul. Tearing the flesh of each other. Biting into each other. Trying to tear away the very heart and soul of one another. We know each other better than anyone else Madison, and that makes it all the more beautiful. I want to feel your blood on my own blood. You fall into my Bans, Madison. I cannot allow you to walk around knowing that the two of us have never competed in a true fight before. And this is the perfect scenario to do that in. A fight to the death, in a chaotic environment. The clashing of fists, bodies colliding with one another, our war cries filling the arena louder than the cheers of the crowd. So, can you put aside your familial ties to me Madison? Can you forget all of the beautiful times that we shared with one another? Those moments of happiness that we had with each other. Because, this is just as painful for me as it is for you. I want to win more than I want to keep you safe, dear sister. I want to tear you apart more than I want to hold you close to me. I want to see you bleed more than I want to see your smile. So, I’ll indulge myself, Madison. When we fight, don’t love me. Hate me. Because the only thing I can promise you in this match...if you don’t try to kill me...I will drive the knife into your heart without hesitation.

Territorial Invasion is the chance for my family to shine in the spotlight, instead of ruling in the darkness. Me and my sister Cailin, we are the resurgence of shadows on Empire. We will tear apart all those that value looks and in ring talent over embracing who we truly are. And Territorial Invasion will have only one true winner. My family. Sanatorium is going to dominate at Territorial Invasion, and we...The Daughters of Darkness, are going to be the vanguard of change. The mercury in the veins of EAW. The Shifters in the Shadows. This is the world that we live in...and we are going to tear the entirety of it asunder. Shatter the masks of flesh that EAW has built...to reveal the truth underneath. The Painted Mother, the Matriarch of EAW is going to be a part of it. Stand against us all you want, but I will run through you. Your blood will be my war paint. Your bones my powder. And your screams my beautiful song to the world. Now. Wake up from your lies...and listen to mommy.

You are a greedy legend. Says John Doe.

A hateful, monstrous, greedy legend, indeed.

... And what of it? 

You continue to spew these words of not caring about someone else's life and upbringing -- their religion, their race, their desires -- and yet here you are spending a deal of time questioning what I want out of this company and how I keep myself from drawing the last breath in this parade of delays and sidetracks that never seem to end. There she is ... The Heart Break Gal. The odd kitten in the litter. The woman in a man's world. The living legend that has grew tired of facing insipid, talentless subspecies in a division that goes on without her. I have heard these little songs that you sing more times than I can count, they have been recomposed and revived in many different ways, but if you listen carefully, no matter how you look at it, it's the same goddamn song. It's truly appalling how you even think for a second that a recitation of my journey that happened in the past year, all events that lead to where I am today, would actually be enough to crawl under my skin to lose composure. John Doe, I am thankful of these events. I am thankful of breaking free from the shackles and no longer having to deal with these pea-brained backstabbing sluts that I used to call my sisters. I am happy that I was strong enough to actually take an offer that placed me in the greatest wrestling brand in EAW, not as guest but as a true competitor that seeks to eliminate the competition, the best way I can. So little John, my eye is not going to twitch over your endless mumbling and criticism of what I have done to pursue my goals. I am not going to cringe over your presence because I know that you're nothing but a slightly more threatening version of Rex, which isn't really saying a lot. But don't ever fucking impart your teachings about how cruel this world is because I am the living proof of it. I have shed blood and tears, I have almost broken my bones for the sake of being named a winner... what have you done? You flap your gums at me and Devan hoping to appear as a cunning tactician who plays mind games when in truth, he and I can see that you're nothing but a careless impulsive swine just like the rest of them. We have been named Hall of Famers because of what we have done and what we will continue to do, and though life moves on and our faces will be forgotten, at least we can say that our names are right there in the record books and the history as the bests in the business with our accomplishments engraved... and you? You'll still be picking up scraps and interfering in situations where you aren't needed just to favor a straight-faced moron who will never reach the level of greatness and class Devan and I possess. You will continue to get what little attention you can by doing what little you can do, and once you realize that it doesn't get you anywhere, you will forget about what your purpose was for Rex and move on as your own because you realize that the people you shun -- the people who strive to work hard -- are exactly the ones you have to imitate if you want to push yourself to greater heights. For now, you will not understand. For now, this will be nothing but entertainment to you. And that's fine, John Doe. But don't expect to instill fear when you haven't experienced what fear truly means and what it can do to a person. Don't expect my voice to shake or my confidence to fade when you're carrying a nobody's name and you mean nothing to this world.

You never needed to test the kind of person I am, John Doe. I am always clear with my intentions. Now whether or not you know them is the least of my concerns because I am in no obligation to answer to your likes. I was willing to kill Devan Dubian for a Championship match the same way I was willing to break Rex McAllister. And given another chance, knowing that we'd end up working together, I still wouldn't change my approach of winning Dia Del Diablo by any means necessary. And while Rex McAllister is a snot-nosed crybaby that is just granted what he wants because he has a Fairy Godmother that puts the ring on fire and will never listen to reason, Devan Dubian understands that teaming up is no longer an option, but a necessity if we want to move forward. You want diversity? I aim for survival. I desire supremacy. It's human nature for me at this point. Because working all years to clear the path to redemption is much better than seeking help for their shot at a gold. Because those who are tried and tested, those who have been molded and sculpted to perfection will always be what I trust for a Champion instead of those who were just placed in the scene because they "seemed interesting" to a guy named John Doe. Because breaking gender barriers and exceeding expectations despite the physical disadvantage will always be admirable than a boring, monotonous, run-of-the-mill wrestler like McAllister. You want diversity? Win the World Title yourself. This "I do what I want" attitude will surely get you far enough, until such time nobody would bother looking at you anymore...why? because they would eventually see that you are a lost little duckling who found his little glimmer of light once but doesn't have enough in him to maintain it. Carry on being Rex McAllister's minion, he will need a shoulder to cry on after he suffers defeat at Territorial Invasion. 

You speak so delightfully about your vengeance...

Ever thought about mine? 

You know that these past few weeks fucked you up when you used to be obsessed with doing things the right way, and now that you have tasted how it is to be that bullshit that gets to live at the end of a horror movie, you're suddenly all about the road less traveled. Is that your way of convincing yourself that your win at Dia Del Diablo was justified? Do you tell yourself that no matter who helps you get to the promised land, or who puts you in a better place that you never worked a day in your life for, so long as you have determination that nobody would criticize you? Oh, tell that to someone who would feel sorry for your incompetent ass, Rex, because speaking to me about it won't help at all. 
 
If there's one thing I learned from recent experiences, it's never to gamble. Some folks might throw in what they thought was their winning hand, until they end up losing to that asshole who happened to score a royal flush. They will make you believe that you have the upper hand. They will make you think that you're safe. Until it's too late to realize that you should have gotten out of the way before things got too dangerous. And the last time I faced Rex McAllister and Devan Dubian in the ring, in the end when I thought I was in control, a knight in shining armor, Rex's lover John Doe made sure that it didn't stay that way. I could blame him all I wanted but whether I liked it or not, what transpired realigned the stars to his favor. I was broken. My first shot. My first real shot at a World Championship faded away in just a snap, and hearing the announcers say another winner that isn't named me truly affected my mentality. I snapped the following weeks, but only because I was angry. But after I have taken a glass of water and a warm bath... and all the anger started to fade away, I finally see reason to what happened. It was a mistake to not foresee signs that somebody was coming out to the ring when the lights went out. It was a mistake to stay in the ring when my peripheral vision indicated the first sign of fire. I kept focusing on my mistakes that I ended up chuckling when I saw that they, too, made one crucial mistake that they shouldn’t have -- they let me survive. Rex McAllister likes to speak of vengeance as if I did anything wrong, and I played a part that was so vile when he was the one who needed assistance just to win against a little girl. He likes to point out how my ego has inflated and expanded, while he sits comfortably taking credit for what fate did while he did nothing but stand there and take advantage of the circumstance. I would have done the same thing, but what bothers me the most is that up to today, he still acts like the high and mighty Rex McAllister who is just human and does nothing wrong intentionally, and it truly grates my nerves how much of a hypocritical self-righteous imbecile he can be listening to his dull words and that god-awful monotonous tone. But this I can say -- self-preservation has always been part of my mentality for so long that with every dangerous experience, I learn to never make the same mistake. Survival has always been what I'm known for, and each day that you let me walk the halls is another chance for me to plot your demise and to let all the work you put result to nothing as I did weeks back in your grand match. I sit down on my pedestal drinking vodka while watching my enemies make a fool out of themselves because never in their best day will they be capable of stopping me. Let the blood in your books be a souvenir of the one person you were lucky to defeat a few times, because surely, they will remain as memories once you stay down looking up on my success. Your chapter continues... as will mine. We're just merely fighting for a better ending. And I'll be sure to get the best one.

 
 
(April Song has just finished a match at a live event, Empire’s last event before Territorial Invasion, having finished off a local competitor with a double wristlock, a departure from her usual submission style. After having been presented her Specialists Championship, she sits in the ring, no expression to her face as she begins to speak, a microphone in hand.)


I would ask you how Empire Wrestling was today, but I’m not in the mood. For months, I have toiled to be one of the best that Elite Answers Wrestling has to offer, male or female. NO ONE has submitted more opposition than I have in this year. No one else has gone from wrestling on the Pain for Pride preshow to Champion. For some reason though, it feels like I have become a bit player in the ongoing Aria vs Cailin Dillon Saga. That’s not to say that I lack respect for either of them, both have beaten me fair and square in this ring that I’m sitting in right now. Both have been World Champion. However, it really does feel that I have been dragged into this clusterfuck of a match for no real reason.



What do I have to gain from this fight? Pride is a wonderful thing, but I would much rather be defending this Championship instead of being sucked into a world war-level Empire saga. I’ve listened to these girls talk the last few days, quiet, observing them. And as usual, the offer very little for me to give a damn about.


Cailin Dillon. You are the Captain of your team and probably it’s best representative, but just so you know, I’m not enraged that you don’t think that much of me. I’m used to it now. For the month or so that I have had the honor of being called Specialists Champion, there have been doubters and cynics. That’s to be expected. One of the louder cynics I was able to beat and solidify my place as Champion. You are one of the best wrestlers on the planet, better than me I should say, but you are not THAT much better than me. If you think that stepping in the ring with me is a chance for you to show off and have fun, stroke your own ego and the like, you will find yourself looking up at the lights after you’ve been put to sleep. You won’t have to worry about tapping out. Absolutely not. I will CRUSH YOUR FUCKING WINDPIPE WITH MY ARMS AND CHOKE YOU OUT. Again, you are not someone that I have any gripe with. I barely know you as a person and our interaction is limited. And I don’t care that you have a rather unkind review of my tenure as champion. As I said, I expect it. One thing though…. I do enjoy making my critics looking like idiots. And when that “Kids Video Game” music hits, I suggest that you come into the ring with more respect than you do now. I’m not scared of someone who has won titles only to lose them and then wander around aimlessly. This belt, this belt that you held so valiantly as long as you did, is not a mirage, and is proof of the degree of my improvement since I lost to you. I will not lose to you again, no matter the circumstances. Though I think the odds may be a bit more in my favor if this were a battle royal, eh? From what I have heard those aren’t really your thing…


Alexis Diemos is not someone I care much about. I am indifferent to her, honestly. I see her as another opponent. If she wants to scream and make scary faces, I don’t care. I just know that whatever she tries, I will mow her down. I have no ill will towards her whatsoever, but she’s standing on the other side and must be defeated.


Goto-san……You seem like you’ve had a lot of fun arguing with my teammates, your teammates, and well…anyone. You are a much better wrestler than I would have ever given you credit for, but just like most of the people that have come to EAW who have been trained by Miss Manami, I have proven that I am a cut above. I have defeated all her students now, including you. There is a time coming where I want to stand across the ring from the Goddess herself, but for now, her wayward pupil will have to do. You know what I am capable of, you have seen it first hand. I want to see what the false Ace has to offer when it really matters.


It amazes me that people like to talk about someone without having met them, only spoken about them on a vignette and never met them face to face. It’s a truly curious phenomenon. Vexx, I must tell you something: I am very much in touch with my demons. My father, an Immigrant to this country, served proudly in the military and I followed his footsteps. To make him proud, my mother proud, and serve my country. I learned all the horrors of war first-hand, child. I know what it’s like to have to look in the faces of people you tried to kill with bombs. I know what it’s like, working as security on the ground for “important” people, to see all the dirty horrors of war that the Academy and all the pretty brochures don’t tell you about. I have seen the mangled bodies of families clutching onto each other, trying to save one another in the end, buried underneath rubble. I have spent many a night crying my way through a bottle of Kaoliang and then going to confessional, trying to cleanse myself of blood that will never leave my hands. I don’t need YOU to educate me on any of that. I’m not PROUD of my past, but I’m not ASHAMED of it either. It’s just that…my past. In the present, I am the most gifted submission artist that EAW has ever harbored. While I’m not about just simply hurting people like you are, it’s not beyond me to inflict some life-altering injuries if necessary in self-defense. You are more than welcome to try to make me scream in pain if you like, but if you do…I can assure you that it will be a decision you regret. I’ve got people who look into such things, and I know a thing or two about your past, but I’m not going to attempt psychoanalysis on you. All I know is that if you come at me full force, you’re getting your ass whipped full force.


There is only one person left to speak on isn’t there? Oh….I almost forgot about my teammates. I have nothing but the utmost respect for Savannah and Aria. Madison knows that I don’t trust her, but I respect her in-ring ability. She wants to beat up the opposition that we have and I’m certainly not opposed to that.


Consuela…. Tres a Cero.


And….to that one person, the only person I want to face, the one person that I actually want to beat and put to rest our rivalry once and for all, I have a message……


(April stands up as the crowd starts to murmur a bit in anticipation of what she’s about to say.)


SOPHIA ROSE……GET READY! WE ARE GOING TO SETTLE THIS!


THAT’S ALL!



(Spiking down the microphone, April climbs up on the top turnbuckle, displaying her belt to the fans in attendance who applaud as “Fairy” plays over the loudspeakers.) 

(We start this promo off in a place we thought we would never spot David in…a gym. He’s lifting weights. Bench press, bicep curls, squats. Just the whole nine yards. He’s looking real tough and toned. He takes a picture of him in the gym to put on Instagram like every other cool person. He takes a break to get some water. Never mind he chooses whiskey instead. He takes a seat on the bench.)

David: Hey guy over there? Spot me. I’m about to go in. 

Random Guy: Oh okay. How much weight do you want on it?

David: No, no, no…I’m just going to talk to opponents of mine and stuff. 

Random Guy: Um what? 

David: JUST SPOT ME! Rude people these days am I right? Cameraman you got all the footage of me pumping iron right?

Cameraman: Yep. 

David: Even the dramatic shot where sweat is dripping off my nose, just showing how hard I was working to get jacked? Then when you go to edit this video, you change my sweat to blue like the Powerade commercials and then we get their sponsorship patches on our gear like the NBA teams this year?

Cameraman: Um that’s Gato..never mind. Yeah got it all. 

David: Good. I’m not working out without people seeing it. I gotta look good. It’s like doing a good deed. I need people to see me doing it. If there isn’t a camera to capture it, then what’s the point?

Cameraman: Perhaps to have a special moment with that person, such as a fan? Maybe they don’t want to be filmed. 

David: Well too bad. I’m a big shot. I have the camera crew stalking me every second of the day. Get used to it. Plus it’s not even about them. I’m the one going out of my way to talk to them. They don’t get a say. Anyways to the people watching this, sup? Chillin? Cool cool. So as you can see, I’m doing this working out thing. It’s going really well. Needless to say, I’m strong as fuck now from the weight lifting and also from putting a sheep on my back every night and hiking mountains. Impressed yet? Thought so. So with that said I’m gonna do power moves at Territorial Invasion. Gonna Powerbomb Ares through the ring. Then we are all gonna look up at the sky and see some foreign object coming towards us. Is that a bird? Is that a plane? Nah that’s just Lannister falling towards my arm as I nail him with a pop up European uppercut of my own. Don’t even try to Suplex me off the top turnbuckle by the way. If you do we will break the ring because I’m real swole and we wouldn’t want that. Camera change! During these last few weeks, I’ve been aggressive. A few weeks ago I attacked Johnny Nova before our match even began just because. That same night I charged the ring with my best friend, that of course being Jack Ripley, to get the better of Triumvirate. So aggressive and now very powerful? Hmmm cue the steroid claims…because when you look at my physique, the first thing you think of is I’m juicing. But please be rest assured that I’m all natural. My biceps? Natural. My glutes? Natural. My face, plastic surgery? Nope, natural. What’s my favorite orange juice? Tropicana? Nope, Florida NATURAL! Speaking of natural I’m a natural when it comes to what I do between those ropes. What do I do? Oh I don’t know, just straight up dominate? It’s what Jack and I do. We aren’t the greatest tag team in history for nothing. C’mon people. Get with the times. 

(The spotter quietly tries to leave but David senses it and shoots him daggers.)

David: WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING…HAHAHA?!

Random Guy: Nowhere, I guess..

David: Speaking of getting with the times…I suppose that’s a piece of advice that The Triumvirate should take. Look at you calling yourselves kings. It’s cute really. But I guess it works since two of them won King of Elite. Accept my belated congratulations. Whether it’s sincere or not, take and accept. This group or alliance or stable or comradeship…whatever you want to call them, annoy me. They’ve been around for like a month, yet it feels like it’s been years. Perhaps it’s because the three men we face have quite the history when it comes to either creating one of these alliances or joining them. Lannister of course created RAGNAROK. A once feared trio of Lannister, Norman Hellion, and Psycho Brody. Just like Triumvirate’s mission statement, we were told to fear them. And for a while, feared is what they were. They got everything they desired. They held the world title and tag titles…again, something Triumvirate is setting out to. Quite the overlap. But after a while, these monsters were eradicated. They were no longer waiting underneath our beds or champing at the bit while bathing in the darkness. Only the one survived. Of course Lannister being the impeccable leader that he is, tried to stop the bleeding with replacement parts. That being Aren and Matt but nothing came of it. They didn’t move an inch. The engine no longer started and all they did was stall. Whether it was the old RAGNAROK or the newer version, he managed to piss off one of the members. I suspect something similar will happen with Triumvirate in due time. I suppose I regret saying all of this because it’ll ruin the “surprise” when it comes to fruition. Just let it play out, I say. I’ll expand on this in five minutes or so. But back to my original point. Ares Vendetta also led the group of House Vendetta which accomplished…I honestly don’t recall. But it existed. I just reminded everyone of it. But I’m sure if I pop quizzed the audience right now, they wouldn’t be able to name one or two of the people Ares took under his wing. Well his good wing now, since I believe Brian broke the other one not too long ago. And then there is of course the EAW Champ, Tiberius. A man who I feel like has only been in EAW for roughly three years, yet is already with alliance number three. The other two of course being Hexa-Gun and The King’s Guard. Who could forget that second one? Well, if you blinked then yeah, you would have forgotten about it since you missed its existence. The point I’m trying to make here is I can’t help but smirk when you try to convince the world that Triumvirate is different. That it is here to say! It’s all standard really. Not a unique bone in any of your bodies. The creation of this trio exists because they want to take over Showdown and make it their kingdom. A kingdom that was being built right under our noses…but a kingdom that is left incomplete. At Territorial Invasion, we find out what this kingdom is truly made out of. Is it stone or is it sticks? An answer we will quickly find out. But just know that no matter the material, we will be the boulder that’s catapulted and destroy your plans before they even leave the ground. You fucked up. You are messing with the wrong ones. 

But you Tiberius, you really had no say in this. So when you say “I feel bad for The High Rollerz”…right back at you, buddy. Yes, I just buddy’d you. You should feel awful. Look I’ll cut right to the chase with you. Normally I wouldn’t give a fuck about you. Yes, not even a single fuck. Which should be somewhat odd for you, right? Since every other elitist on this brand is gunning for you and your title. But not me. That title doesn’t mean a damn thing to me. Your gold does nothing for me. Just like you in a general sense does nothing for me. To me you’re just the other guy in this match. Which I know, you’ll reply and laugh it off and say something along the lines of, “taking me lightly will be your down fall.” Cool. Go for it. But I think someone like you…or in other words, an intelligent young man like yourself, should realize where I’m going with this. I honestly don’t mean to insult you, but if you interpret my words differently, then oh well. To me this is about the two men who started this mess in the first place. Yeah the same mess you’ll try to clean up at Territorial Invasion…but will only fall on. Like I originally said, you really had no say this. Your two business partners decided to attack us after a match and perhaps they were thinking we would just walk away with our tails tucked between our legs but in all honestly, I want this fight. I bought a calendar just to circle this shit. Now I’m well aware we aren’t your main focus either. Nor should we be. You should be concentrated on our new ally in Theron Nikolas. You know, the same dude that took an army to put down? Yeah, that guy. For pretty much the first time in your career Tiberius, you won’t have the numbers game. Hexa-Gun, King’s Guard, and now The Triumvirate. I’m beginning to question if you can even stand on your own two feet. But it’s smart. It’s comfortable in that nest, isn’t it? It’s quite the tactic to not enjoy this wrestling world on your own. But I guess it’s true what they say, there are strength in numbers. So bravo. You really are a king. Always convincing others to buy in on your bullshit. It’s rather sad though, Tiberius. What do I mean? I could stop it there and leave it on a cliffhanger. But I wouldn’t do that to you because like I said, I usually have nothing against you. It’s just funny how you have yet to realize that you made a fatal mistake along the way. Just like The King’s Guard you picked the wrong people to surround yourself with. Depending on Lannister and Ares? Those are the wrong horses to hitch your wagon on. Oh well. You’ll learn. I hope. 

(Then out of nowhere The Interviewer walks up to David. The interviewer is wearing one of those small Gold’s Gym tank tops. His man breasts are popping through. David points at the door and tells him to leave. The interviewer tries to explain how he should be the captain of this team but David is having none of it.)

David: Let’s move on. Let’s talk Darth Lannister. The cuck himself. 

Yep that’s how I’m going to start this off with you. I’ll explain my reasoning behind that word, don’t worry. My partner already touched on this subject, since I brought it to his attention in the first place. He forgot some of the key bits of information, so I’ll hammer it home. You’re a cuck. But not in a sexual sense. I know the normal definition of the word. It’s when a husband watches his wife fuck another dude. But Lannister is a cuck in the sense that he watched a nemesis of his beat the shit out of his wife. You know, I didn’t really plan on talking to Lannister today…well except for one question. A simple question, yet a personal one at that. How much do you love your wife? Because like Jack pointed out, Ares and Athena have quit the history. And it’s not just because they are brother and sister. Now correct me if I’m wrong Lanny, but wasn’t it Ares who ruined your wedding? Wasn’t it Ares the one who assaulted Athena at Triple threat a few years ago while being caged in? Was it not Ares who beat you at Pain for Pride while the Pure Championship was on the line? Was it not Ares who stole your Elite Crown at one point? Was it not Ares who put a piece of glass across Athena’s throat? Was it not Ares who stole Norman away from you? Was it not Ares who leaped off a cage and nailed Athena with a Meteora? The answer to all of those questions is yes. I’d love to hear your reasoning behind working with Ares in the first place, but the more I think about it, nah, spare me the whole “time heals all wounds.” But man, forgiving Ares? Wiping the slate clean? What a magnanimous act on your part! Hell has truly frozen over. People might have been shocked when they saw you two stand tall side-by-side but once the amnesia rubs off and you realize that Ares is a total scumbag and you are at odds again, nobody will give a fuck. It’s expected. It’s inevitable. It’s how these groups always end. They are temporary for a reason. So have fun being a member of Triumvirate for as long as you can because soon the honeymoon phase will be over. 

So you want these titles because whatever The Triumvirate wants, they get. What a childish motto you go by. You sound like a child taking all the toys in the sandbox so the others can’t have them. You aren’t getting these tag titles, I’ll tell you that much. Now, let me ask you a simple question…do you realize how ridiculous you sound when you talk? And no, it’s not just because you refer to yourself in the third person. To be honest I didn’t even understand half the shit you said. “It’s because Lannister uses complex words, David.” Sounds like something he would say. But it has nothing to do with your word choice, but more about how you structure your sentences as you blurt them out. You are taking this King stuff a little too literally. You sound like a dude from the medieval times, which really chaps my ass. Yes, I’m going to make that line relevant again. But as I was saying, the medieval times really grind my gears because we already dealt with a similar team. That of course being The Knights of Dawning! Oh but no, you guys aren’t Knights! You guys are kings! Good for you. But y’all just a bunch of kings we’ll wipe off the chess board, so take that. Let’s switch to a different topic. Let’s talk about these titles. The titles you want to add prestige to because in your eyes, we haven’t done anything with them because well, there isn’t a division to begin with. Congrats you are the thousandth person to say this! Tell him what he’s won Steve! Yes David, how about a nice vacation to Russia, where you visit all the monuments and David Davidson will give you a swift kick to the faaaaaaaace! Yay! But seriously weren’t you tag champ once before with Psycho Brody? And what team did you beat to win those titles?! Oh wait, you guys didn’t even beat a team! You beat one man, that being Scott Diamond! Wow, I’m so impressed! Almost as impressed as when Kevin Devastation of all people beat you to a bloody pulp and as a result had to return your first world title. You hypocritical asshole. Oh wait, I forgot about one thing. I forgot all about how you took Lioncross’ CITV briefcase to get your second reign. That’s even more impressive! Yeah, Jack and I also defeated him. Twice actually. I feel like I’m supposed to be afraid of you, but I’m not in the slightest. I get it, you have the muscles. You have the accolades. You have the experience. But just like everybody else in this company, you also have your weaknesses. You’ve had your losses. You’ve lost your titles. And now you’re trying to fill the void with ours. Just like every other stable, you guys are obsessed with winning gold. You don’t even care what championship it is. You just want your new shiny toy. Which is why we can’t afford to lose these titles to you and Ares. In your mind, if you win these championships, you are doing them a favor off your name value alone. But whether you have these titles or not, in the end you’re not a real team. Just a temporary pairing. Just like your pairing with Heart Break Gal. Which reminds me, if you are so unimpressed with our first reign or our second, then perhaps you two should have won the fucking Grand Prix Tournament instead of losing to perhaps the least impressive duo to ever hoist these titles in the air and claim them as their own…that of course being, Matt Squared. I miss the old Lannister honestly. I miss the whore Lannister. I miss the Lannister that you could pay off and he would go after whoever is bothering you, since a Lannister always pays his debts. So question, if I give you money, would you beat yourself up? That would be rad. 

I can’t wait to take your stupid bald head and peel it like an orange at Territorial Invasion, you muthafuckin dastard. 

So yes, I’m done with the dastard for now. Let’s talk about the bastard next, Ares. I mean you literally are a bastard, are you not? You’re a mistake, ha. Your dad hates you, ha. I pretty much retired your dad, ha. Your beard is patchy as fuck, ha. If your mom Kendra still held your hand while accompanying you to the ring, I probably would have banged her by now because I hear she’s quite the cougar, ha. Insert SUPAHOTFIRE ohhhh reaction vid here. Yeah I’ll probably get fined for that last one, oh well. So like Ares what have you been up to as of late? Besides like attacking us in cold blood and stuff? You still tattooing other dude's names on your skin? That’s pretty cool…I mean I personally wouldn’t do that because I have parents that love me and taught me not to do stupid stuff like getting permanent ink of dude’s names on me, but to each their own. What else? You still calling people mongrels? Yeah that’s pretty sweet. But personally I don’t like you calling me that. It’s not your fault, okay? Don’t beat yourself up over it. It’s just a personal preference. I’d rather be called David, call me crazy. Or call me Pap. I don’t even know what Pap means. It’s from DukeThatKilla. I looked it up and it said pap is short for paparazzi. But that can’t be it. I think it’s short for Papi, so this is weird since you have dad issues and stuff. Yeah just call me David or better yet, the thing you currently aren’t and won’t be for a very long time and that is champ. Or you can combine the two. Let’s see, David and champ, hmmm. Damp!! Boom! Call me damp because I’m going to put a damper on your hopes and dreams of becoming one half of the EAW Unified Tag Team Champions at Territorial Invasion. 

Why are you trying to act so hard, Ares? It comes off as an artificial act. Saying shit like our bodies will be nothing more than rotten carcasses or how a grave can fit all three of us…it’s like really? I thought you were better than that. That’s some rookie stuff right there, trying to intimidate their opponents. Threatening their careers. Threatening their lives. Knowing damn well that no matter what happens, the three of us will walk away from this match…with battle scars, sure, but with titles in our hands, acting like a lollipop and a sticker that you would get at a clinic when you’re a child with a booboo. Meaning it’ll be well worth it. Because to be honest, you are trying so hard to make this personal. You want us to view you as something more. When all we see this as is another title match. You need this gold, I don’t care if you claim otherwise. For attention purposes. For the longest time you have kind of taken a back seat. You are no longer in the world title picture. For the last six months or so it seems like you were just wasting time with guys like Brian Daniels and Diamond Cage. Those feuds were intense, don’t get me wrong. Leading up to those matches, you could cut the tension with a knife. And now you attack us from behind. Trying to get us all worked up and at certain moments, sure you had our blood boiling. But we quickly calmed ourselves down and come this Saturday, we will be just that.. calm, cool, and collected, I promise you that. So tell me Mr. Therapist, since you think you know everything about me, what makes me tick? What are my weaknesses? What do I love most? My partner? This title? Wow, quite the Einstein we have here. You think you have us all figured out. You think guys such as myself, Jack, and Theron are under your thumb. Under your rule. This is your world and we are just living in it. The kings! With a kingdom of their own…

With their castles in the sky. 

Everything you’ve worked for as a collected unit will go up in flames. All the time you have put in this little project of yours will be given an incomplete. Because tell me what happens if you lose this week? And before you give me a “we won’t have to worry about that scenario because we will not let it happen”…then just play hypothetical for a moment. Because so far, as a three headed monster, you haven’t done a damn thing. Oh look, you guys attacked Diamond Cage at DDD when he was least expecting it. You did the same to Theron later that night and a week or two later, you did it to us. You’re cowards. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve done some cowardly acts in my time. My hands aren’t wiped clean. Just look back at how we won these titles for a second time. What we did to that little furball known as Brian Daniels was simply unfair…but I enjoyed every second. You aren’t the only one that enjoys to watch others struggle, Ares. But at the same time, it’s not our fault that his loyal friend and partner was unable to compete. Oh wait, it was our fault since we were the reason why Robbie was resting back at his house in Vegas. What I’ve come to realize is the Vendetta family have brittle bones. They break easily, yours included. Matches such as ours at Territorial Invasion aren’t meant for you. Prison bars? That’ll feel good, I’m sure. Just remember you asked for this match and now you get it…congrats, you played yoself. So go on Ares, do your same ol’ tiring routine. Label us as the underdogs. Call us nothing. I encourage for these insults to just flow through your mouth for the time being, Ares. Because at Territorial Invasion it’s going to be pretty difficult for you to continue your ways after I reach into your mouth and rip that sharp tongue out and throw it into the stands...doing this entire world the biggest favor. Ares Vendetta as a mute? I’m grinning from ear to ear over that thought. Then you can go break out the trench coat and reach into your daddy’s makeup drawer and see what Damien Murrow is up to. Like father like son. 

Veni Vidi Vici. 

I see this is how Ares and Theron both ended their speeches so I wanted to join in on the fad…which hey, is also what The Triumvirate will go down as…

A fad.

(David wipes the sweat off his forehead and leaves into the night like a mysterious creature. The end.)

People just love to cast judgement don’t they? EVERYBODY LOVES TO THROW THEIR TWO GODDAMNED CENTS INTO ARGUMENTS THAT DON’T CONCERN THEM! Now moving on from CM Banks, I can finally touch upon my OTHER match for Territorial Invasion. Before I get to anything else I have to address the elephant in the room. Why am I even a part of this match? Nasir Moore what is in it for you to be a part of Team Starr come TI? Well quite simple. It all boils down to Sebastian Monroe. The man does not like me. And he most certainly doesn’t see anything in me. Now that’s well and fine. To be perfectly honest I couldn’t give a single care in this world if Monroe or Starr Stan actually cared about me or saw me is the next figurehead for anything. They can say whatever they see fit when it comes to me and I remain unwavered...that is unless the Answers World Championship is the subject at hand. Now Sebastian messed up real bad. He done goofed when he told me that the only way for me to get to face CM Banks at Dia Del Diablo is this as you all know. If I lost at Diablo, I would not be allowed to compete for the Answer World Championship as long as Monroe remained in charge. Monroe made a crucial mistake there putting my future on the line himself. So I only see fit to repay him ya know? Give him a little taste of his own medicine. If Sebastian Monroe thinks he can keep me from being champion of dynasty, then I’m going to do everything and anything in my power to keep him from being general manager of dynasty. Plus when you add the fact that the overall winner of this divide and conquer match gets to face the Answers World Champion, well needless to say it was extremely difficult to resist. The thing is I have been bugged daily now. “Nas why are you in two matches?” “Nasir is this what you wanted?” “Nas man, how are you gonna do this?” And to be honest with you. I’m gonna go full speed ahead like usual. I’ll charge right in guns blazing on all targets. We’ve got four hall of famers slash former world champions as well as mister cash in the vault to account for now. Scott Diamond the hardcore champion. Lethal Consequences who has proven himself to be very competitive since returning. Nico Borg as I said, Mr. CITV and one of the most accomplished young men in the company today. Jacob Senn, the pillar of dynasty as most people know him. And Scott Oasis the former number one contender to the Answers World Title. That’s quite the stacked group I must admit. Monroe went all out to ensure his team would be as strong as possible. But it’s like I told Banks. I fear no man. I openly welcome the challenge you five will provide! Hell I was ready for TI to come a week early for us on Dynasty. All ten men were out there. The crowd was electric. Tempers were flaring. And I was in the center of it all! Ready to throw down with anyone and everyone. Unfortunately we ran out of time on the show, but that’s alright. TI won’t be too long away and I can barely contain myself for this long of a time frame. What a moment to cap off the go home dynasty show too huh? Just when it seems like Team Starr is down and out five to four. Jake Mercer was about to say that he could not wait for team monroe to slaughter team starr then and there on dynasty before they could even the odds. But unfortunately the last man had ideas of his own. That of course being me! Starr did not come to me and pick me. He did not contact me. He did not request for me. But he’s gonna accept me because I am just the guy fit for the job of rallying his troops together and fighting team monroe as a united force! Team Monroe is not ready for me. They won’t know what hit them! To be quite honest with you all, Starr Stan has not done anything specifically for me to make me want to assist him. It’s more so that he wasn’t the one to oppose me. But there is one thing that I have noticed. Between everyone that is a part of Team Monroe, there’s one member more so than any other that really irks me and gets underneath my skin.

Scott Oasis. The former number one contender to the Answers World Championship. The Former World Heavyweight Champion. Member of the latest Hall of Fame Class. Leader of Team Monroe. And...the man who always has his lips stuck onto the cheeks of Authority figures. Whether it be Zack Crash during the Omerta days here on Dynasty in the past. Or modern day with Sebastian Monroe. Some things just do not change whatsoever. Scott Oasis, you’re going to get exactly what someone of your mentality deserves. Scott goes on about how I’m unfit to become anything great and I’m a lost cause and all this other shit. Well what gives you the right to say those things about me scott huh? What makes you so great? Is it because I am not a brainless soldier who will blindly do Sebastian Monroe’s bidding? Perhaps it’s because I’m not six and a half feet tall and like two hundred and eighty pounds? It could be because you seem to have this problem all of a sudden with me going over to Showdown to try and knock a Hall of Famer off of his pedestal and open his eyes up to the reality that we face every day. Oh wait am I talking about you or Banks I can’t tell. Or maybe it’s just because I have one thing that you’ll never have Oasis. The love and support of all these people. You insulted not only I, but them. Questioning their intelligence. Funny coming from the guy who always sides with those that the fans despise. Yet you still question why they choose someone like me, who has made a career practically of standing tall against corrupt authority figures and those who serve under them for their own personal greed. Yes Oasis, that’s the truth. But it’s a very obvious truth. We ALL KNOW that truth. You are only in the good graces of Sebastian Monroe to ensure you’ll regain a World Championship. But given how overhyped you were for your first run compared to how your big money matches at the time actually played out, I somehow can’t blame you for stooping to the lows that you have since then. Actually...I can. Because you still can’t win the big one even with those odds. That just proves that you suck. So what are ya gonna do? Lose to Pizza Boy again? Or maybe allow Eclipse to go three and one on you in terms of victories on one another? Oasis you winning this match not only means I’d never get another World Title shot for the Season. Not only does it mean Dynasty will be doomed to the rule of the tyrannical Sebastian Monroe. But it also means that you will be WASTING that Answers World Championship Opportunity because as history has proven, you are nothing more than just a former shell of yourself who can’t even beat a man one third of your size. Scott allow me to make this crystal clear for you AND your one true love Sebastian Monroe right here and right now. Your days of conspiring on the Answers World Title and your blatant ass kissing to reclaim your former “glory” if you wanna call it that...which you ALSO achieved from ass kissing a man in a position of power in Zack Crash mind you...THEY COME TO AN END AT TERRITORIAL INVASION!

And as for you Jacob Senn, I appreciate your good words about my potential to reach great heights with the Land of the Elites in the future. However I will not be holding back come the Divide and Conquer match, to ensure my best possible future can become a reality, Sebastian Monroe must be eliminated at all cost whether you enjoy it or not. This is the only way things can go for Nasir Moore, and unfortunately although you are a very talented man, that path runs straight through you as well as your four partners. It’s in my best interest. And what is in my best interest is what’s best for the future of this industry. And what is best for the future is what is best for these loyal paying fans. And what is best for said fans is what would be best for Nasir Moore too. It’s just one giant circle.

 
Nothing interesting came out of Madison’s mouth like always. Same with Consuela and even Aria Jaxon, The only reason why was that everything came out of their mouth of was generic comments like usual. I’ve never considered myself as a Joshi anymore, I’ve abandoned that side of my life for something better but yet it’s all you’ve got right Aria? I’m not Sheridan Mueller where I’m anti-American Wrestling style. So I’m very supportive of any kind of wrestling but my background comes from Strong Style, in Aria Jaxon’s mind I’m instantly Anti-American, I mean what did you expect from an idiotic Californian. And really Aria in wrestling, if you don’t believe that you’re the best then you don’t deserve to be here, it’s the same with me or any other wrestler in this business. I consider myself the best on this roster because I know that in my heart that is true more than anything! And anyone who doesn’t believe me, can simply Assen-Na Yo for all I care! That’s including you, Pinky.
 
So it took you one year to get where you are? (slow claps) It worked out for you in the end, didn’t it? It wasn’t because you were Cameron’s twin but more like the stars aligned for a great rookie year. Truly, people will vote for you as Rookie of the Year. Congrats on that but my path was a lot more treacherous than yours. It took you a year to reach there the mountain top of empire meanwhile I’m still scratching and clawing my way through it all. You talk about people belittling you, doesn’t compare to the crap some other people went through. The only interest in Consuela Rose Ava is because she’s some sort of big deal now and that she’s my opponent for this week. Otherwise, I kind of just skim through everything from your long boring thing and just focus.
 
And I never regret leaving Japan; I never regret anything I’ve done in myself. I didn’t think I was something big back then because if you did something like that, welcome to the worst time of your life where you’ll just have maul you down till they proved their point against you! I left that place on my own accord because I wanted to be something bigger! I aspired for that goal since day freaking one of my careers. I want really wanted to be a respectful but the fact you will question my failures more than anything is greatest BS that’s ever come out of your mouth so I guess I have to question some of yours as well. Like a pack of hyenas constantly going for that one thing you will consider a weakness. Maybe you picked it from Cameron or who knows, these people will cheer you but then you get to see how much of a piece of crap you are when you think of stooping that low. Maybe it’s an Ava thing, acting like heroes but really they’re the biggest villains, it’s the same with Aria Jaxon, Tarah Nova or Madison Kaline. They’ll consider themselves the heroes or leaders but really most of them Hyenas who will always try to attack their opponent’s weaknesses and think that people in crowds won’t call them out on being like that. I may be an egotistical bitch but I’m not someone who wants to go that low for a simple win, Consuela. And you want to know what my future has in store? Whatever I choose it to be because nothing is set in stone like you having that everyone thought you would lengthy title reign.
 
Since when have I not accepted that I lost fair and square? I did accept my shortcomings in matches like 24/7 and during the tag title match against The High Rollerz. I’ve never said that it was someone else who made me lose this match, I didn't put the blame on Haruna in any way. This isn’t Chris Elite vs Mr. DEDEDE, Consuela. I don’t believe there has been conspiracy against me but you’re right, it is “Azumi Goto vs. The World”. It’s me vs. you, your team captain, your GM, or anyone else in this world that’s ever thought of doubting me in my life. That’s what “Azumi Goto vs. The World” is and it’s always going to be like that right now. It’s not me thinking of this of conspiracy theory that everyone is against me or anything. It’s stupid that you’re coming to conclusions just like that. Like no wonder you couldn’t handle the holding the title. My weakness has and forever will be talking on the microphone. I hate it, I despise it and forever will. Maybe it’s because I don’t come from the same background like you when it comes to it? I was taught on Actions speak ten times louder than any kind of words in this world and they will this week, when I will make you question everything you’ve ever said about me, Consuela at TI. My future is heading towards winning Empress of Elite. Where’s your future heading towards? Maybe getting your title back from April Song or maybe just nothing at all? Who knows because nothing is set in stone these days, everyone… well except La Diva is a viable contender here on Empire. You talk about the perfect moment to use my Control in the Vault, well you don’t need to worry about that briefcase but there’s another perfect opportunity just waiting for me at Territorial Invasion
 

And it’s just stupid for anyone on your team to underestimate me because that didn’t work anyone in the past and it’s not going work with you all. So just don’t try it at all.