(Scene starts off with a couch cushion fort, it's huge, and glorious. A dumb interviewer waddles his way over to it, and examines it. He doesn't know what it is, because he didn't have a childhood, his parents didn't love him, so he didn't ever do fun things. He would mostly spend is time preparing for his career in Interviewing, he didn't really have a choice seeing his parents named him Interviewer and all. He peaks his head into the cushions and see's Jack sitting on an ottoman, in a towel cape, wearing a paper crown, and plunger scepter.)

Interviewer: What cha doin?

Jack: I'm King of da cushions sloot.

Interviewer: How did you create this?

Jack: I had a childhood?

Interviewer: I wish I did

Jack: Stop, this isn't about you, I'm doing a thing.

Interviewer: Oh, should I go?

Jack: You should always go, I don't know why you ever come to begin with.

Interviewer: Oh, ok I'll stay, I'll be your prince, or knight or something

Jack: Oh, do the exact opposite of what I said, it's cool..

Interviewer: Where's your wife?

Jack: Bring up my wife again I'll kill you, you never put her name in your mouth and project it out, you hear me?

Interviewer: I'm just saying, if you're king you should have your queen right?

Jack: I'm just making fun of Tiberius and the gang you fool. I don't actually think I'm king. I'm just saying that kids do what they're doing. Saying that they're kings and stuff, it's dumb.

Interviewer: Kids do this? Wow I'm out of the loop.

Jack: Ok.. So I'm going to talk to them now... Please leave..

(Interviewer whips out a sandwich, and eats it in one bite. He gets crumbs everywhere.)

Jack: You disgust me ok? You're going to get ants in my fort kingdom, clean this.

Interviewer: Oh.. Ok.

(Interviewer starts licking up the crumbs)

Jack: ew ew ew...

Interviewer: I like getting every bit anyways. Anyways, I gotta go, I got things to do...

(Interviewer crawls out of the fort)

Jack: What's he got going on that's so important..... Hmm, anyway...

I've come to terms with how people perceive the High Rollerz. We have been one of the most dominate teams in EAW history, holding these titles for 8 months, but does anyone care? Doesn't seem to be the case. I don't know how many times we have to defend these titles until we're taken seriously, honestly I don't care about other peoples perceptions. I know who we are, we're the same team that already beat Lannister when he teamed with HBG, we're the team that took out Robbie V, we're the team that has taken on every single challenger that has come face to face with us, and won. For the thousandth time, we know the landscape of the tag division isn't ideal, we're tired of hearing about it. You want something done about it? Change it. The funny thing is, the people that say that ate the teams that we compete against. The same teams that other people view as an embarrassment to the division. It's a type of hypocrisy that I find kind of funny. But not this time, this time we face a team that is the real deal.. As singles wrestlers. Has the team of Lannister and Ares ever been constructed before? I don't think so, as a matter of fact, I think these two were bitter rivals for the longest time. Didn't Ares beat the shit out of your wife or something Lannister? And now you're teaming with him? You're kind of a disgusting disgrace for a human being if that's the case huh? Someone that would do such a despicable act to you and your wife and you're now teaming with him? Ew.. You should be ashamed to be honest. You basically sold your soul to the devil just to get a chance at us. That's not something I'd exactly get over. And I mean as a matter of fact, Ares Vendetta himself said "This isn't the end, as long as I'm still breathing your whore and your family, as long as i'm around Lannister this isn't over, I'm not done"... So either Ares is a liar and he is done, or.. This is all a ruse. I mean, beating up a mans wife is quite possibly the biggest dirt bag move that someone could do. I know if someone beat up my wife, right in front of me, I wouldn't ever get over it until that man was dead. But then again I guess Lannister isn't that much a of a man at all. I remember you being in the Tag Team Grand Prix Lanniester, you went in with HBG, you got all the way to the finals and lost to Matt Squared. Matt Squared, a team that we beat handedly, easy, didn't break a sweat, but you had trouble with them. Maybe tag team wrestling just isn't your thing, maybe you just had a terrible partner, although HBG is a former Tag Team Champion, and Hall Of Famer so maybe she isn't the problem at all. That is why  you and Y2Impact had that little beef going on, you both wanted to team with HBG... How did that turn out? I dodn't see HBG around you so I guess it didn't work out. Seeing as though Impact felt so strongly about teaming with HBG again, and seeing that they were the Tag Team Champions, I'm thinking maybe Lannister is the problem. You may think of yourself as a king, you may think of yourself as above the High Rollerz, but to us, you're nothing more than a peasant trying to vie for what is rightfully ours. We beat the team that you couldn't, we even beat you, how could there still be doubt in your mind that we can't do this? We run tag team wrestling, I don't care if you're tagging with Ares, and Tiberius, this isn't going to end well for you. You're just a pathetic little man that has thrown away his morals just to find glory in a division he already finds dead.. Makes sense. That is the equivliant of me starting a business partnership with someone that went to jail for beating my wife in front of me, and buying stock on Myspace. Would that be a good move on my part? Could I trust that guy? Why wouldn't I try to murder him? I guess I would just be a giant pussy wouldn't I? But no, I'm not doing that, because I don't make stupid moves with my life, I'm not a giant pussy like you. I'm a part of the greatest tag team in the world, with my best friend, who didn't ever beat my wife. But hey, after you fail at Territorial Invasion maybe you and Ares can try buying Myspace, I hear they're on life support... Or dead. In the end Lannister,  you're no King, you're just a royal disgrace.

We are Tag Team Royalty, that much is evident, there's no two men that can join forces and take us out. We are the gold standard of this business, and we keep ascending with each passing day. It's time for people to realize they're living in the age of the greatest team ever assembled. If they don't do it now, they will look back years from now and regret not taking in every moment, and really living in it. What a waste of a great tag team, the greatest tag team ever assembled.

Ares, it'll never be over right? Your fickle words have ran it's course haven't they? Never has came and gone already. Here you stand side by side with the enemy, a man you once revered as public enemy number one. You two have had quite the battles, and I guess that makes a duo grow fonder of each other within time. If I was Lannister I wouldn't ever trust you, and for the life of me I don't understand why he does. Perhaps the muscle of the group isn't very smart, for a man that doesn't know the letter I, it should be apparent I guess. But here we are in present time, and it seems to be over. So it is at this point that nothing you ever say again can be believed. There is nothing you can say that will hold weight because we now know how fickle your words truly are. Fact of the matter is, I don't care if you're a former World Champion, I don't care if Lannister is  a former World Champion, you're no tag team. You'll never be a tag team, and unfortunately for you that is the type of title you are now going after. And unfortunate for you, we are the ones that have kept this division afloat for this long. You say we're nothing but mongrels, but if that were the case, why are you sought after us? You were never in our minds, we don't care about your existence, you came to the ring, and attacked us, not the other way round. Would a King really lower hiself to such low standards, and actually show his interest In being so much lower than himself? That doesn't make sense. A king would never even give it a second thought, what they would do was give the duty to his knights. You don't have knights though do you? So you do the dirty work yourself? Then again, why even bother if we're just mongrels? Why even give us a thought? But you got it all wrong Ares, I don't hate you, I nothing you, I don't care about you. I really didn't even know you existed until you came to us. I know, I know, I recited all of those past events with Lannister, but I really just learned about it. You challenge me, I learn everything about you, that's what I do. So now I know things, I KNOW THINGS. Ok? But once this match is over, and The High Rollerz continue to reign supreme, that's it. I forget everything about you that I once knew, because I simply don't care about you or your life. You are a minor blip on my radar. This whole thing started what 2 weeks ago? So within 3 weeks I go from not knowing anything, to knowing everything, back to not caring. That's how much you don't matter. Wait, haven't we faced you guys before actually? Oh. No that was the a team that was exactly like this one, pretending we were in the Game of Thrones, fucking nerds. You're just another Knights of the Dawning, thinking that it's ok to fuck your sisters, parading around in armor, so lame. All of you are just so lame, grow up seriously. The thing is, Kings don't exist anymore, because they just don't work. What happened to every King of the past? They died. Mostly due to the tyranny they ruled with, resulting in an uproar from the common folk, or peasants, and they got over run. Kings don't matter anymore, they're always flushed out by numbers. You people aren't royalty, you just decided to give yourself this name because you binge watched Game of Thrones. But you Ares, you're not even original, you're piggy backing on Tiberius and Lannisters stolen ideas. Lannister is so uncreative he literally ripped his name from the series, to a point that I don't understand how this company isn't being sued for gimmick infringement.. But it's cool Knights of the Dawning 2, you'll share the same fate as those two, why? Because just like them, you're nothing special.

As for Tiberius, I understand the whole King thing seeing that you won King of Elite, very clever. It's not like that's ever been done before... But what is a king without his loyal subjects? You have non, so what are you king of exactly? You're the World Champion I get it, congrats, but that doesn't make you a king. Seeing that you take orders from a GM, and can be told who and when you put your title on the line against. You don't really hold any power to be honest, thus not making you a king at all. What you are is a man with a superiority complex due to having some success. Now what happens at Territorial Invasion really doesn't matter between us directly. We pin you we don't become the World Champion, you pin us you don't become the Tag Team Champions, so what's the point in even talking to you? I don't know, but you're kind of a douche so. You Tiberius know what it's like to be a tag team champion. To be on the top of the mountain with your best friend, but now your bff dead. He sits next to the ring calling the action, and you know what he says? He says that he likes us, and thinks that we're the goats. Are you telling us that you and your ex partner have differing opinions on the High Rollerz? You think that the High Rollerz aren't GOAT?! Maybe you two weren't as good as you thought you were if you have such different opinions. Fact of the matter is you two were the last dominate team before us, and we would've loved to take the two of you on, but alas we cannot. But to compensate we get one of you, and that's half as good. We want to show that we aren't just some flash in the pan going up against some lower level talents. We beat you we do show that we can hang with the past glory teams of EAW, the teams that people say we wouldn't have had a chance against. I for one am sick of the treatment, people think that we're just a product of the times. In reality, we're just as good... Naw, we're better than every single team that has ever gone in this squared circle. I want to make an example out of you, take you to a place that you've never been before. We're going to help Theron get to where he wants to be, we're going to get him to that World title, and you will be nothing more than a "King" without a throne. A king without a castle, a King with no purpose. It will be at that point that you will no longer be a King in even your own eyes, you will just be another person. It will be at that time that you will have no other choice but to off yourself, because what is a King without anyone to rule. What is a King with no legitimacy. I'm sure you'll find something else to fill your time with, maybe you can join our tag team partner on commentary, and have that going for you. Think of the fun times you can have! Jones and Drake, the commentary team! Sounds priceless, I'm sure you will enjoy that endeavor. You'll be right where you actually belong, as acting Jester to Showdown. Anyways, I'm done, I've talked enough.. Hopefully I destroyed all of your guys feelings.

(Camera fades to black)

False prophets.



It's hard for me to gather words together about this match. For the past few weeks I've had my mind and eyes set on becoming the new National Extreme Champion. Within the next couple of days I have the opportunity to make my vision come true. When I came back to EAW a few months ago it was for a number of reasons. The main reason being that I had something to prove to myself. I wanted to prove that I could still be the guy. The undisputed guy. A world champion. A man of the people. As I look at my performances from the past few weeks I am fully convinced that I haven't lost a step in that ring and on this microphone. Week after week I would have to stand across the ring from someone younger than me who would do nothing more than call me wash up. The funny thing is I am in a better position to succeed than most of those guys who choose to mock the great Prince of Phenomenal. In a history book those imbeciles will be viewed as nothing more than stepping stones to the triumph return of Prince of Phenomenal. They shouldn't look down on those defeats and their misfortunes. Instead, they should have quite found memories of the defeats and losses they took at the hands of me. Quite honestly, standing in the ring with me will be the highlight for most of their so called careers.



There were nights where I spent lying in bed constantly turning and attempting to get a good eight hours of sleep. I couldn't. I knew that my run in EAW didn't end like it should have. The best thing that I could do was get back in the gym and mentally get ready to step into the jungle that is EAW. This is a grown man's game and your next move could easily be your last. All of the training and mental preparation I've done for my return has came to this. A championship match. This Saturday I have the pleasure of returning to the championship scene as have a chance to be crowned as the National Extreme Champion. The man (I shouldn't use that word so loosely) standing across the ring from me is Stark. For the past couple weeks I've done my best to not only send a message to Stark but everyone else in that locker room. I am not to be crossed. There's not a single soul walking around here in this company that can cool off the fire that is burning inside of me right now. It's time for the EAW Universe to have a champion that represents something. It's time that those young punks in the locker room have a decent role model to look up to. I am the man and extremist that all of the next generation of stars should be modeling themselves after of. There isn't a single bump or bruise in that ring that I am not willing to take to make sure that ref raises my hand after a match. How many people can honestly say that? I haven't had a perfect career but setbacks in life tend to build character. Setbacks can also make and break you. I intend on continuing to make water into wine here in EAW.



As for Stark and our match this upcoming weekend, I can say that there's a million thoughts racing through my mind at this very moment. If I could I would put my hands on you right now and get this match over with it. Luckily enough for you, I am not quite able to do that. The fact of the matter is that you don't deserve to have that championship around your waist. You don't deserve to be called a champion in any shape or form. How did it feel when I laid your ass down in the ring like the bum you are? Did you see the way the crowd reacted when I held up the National Extreme Championship. The writing is on the wall. The people have spoken. The only person who has yet to realize that his days as champion are numbered is you. Unlike our match from a couple of weeks ago, there won't be someone who you can tag in to do your dirty work. When you step in the ring with me this weekend, you'll have the pleasure of getting all of me. If you think you can beat me, you'll have the challenge of finishing all of me. Can you handle that? Are you up for the challenge? There's this thing about EAW that always seems to fly over the heads of people like you. At one point in the match you're going to feel like you are just seconds away from victory. You're setting up for your finisher and maybe even the pin fall. Out of nowhere the look in my face drastically changes as I realize that it's time to put up or shut up. Punches, kicks, headbutts, the whole fucking kitchen sink will be thrown at you. I'm not going down without a fight. I don't plan on going down at all unless it's to get the pin and stand up victorious. You've never stood across the ring from me when a championship is on the line and vice verse. May the better man survive.

 
You dare to stand there and say we’re just spouting stuff that will never happen. How humorous, queen Aria, I suppose we should all bow to you and give you gifts in our thanks at you providing us with such a hearty laugh. Nonsense. All I see is the same loud-mouthed bitch shouting the same stupid ass shit that she always says, over and over and over. And it’s funny, because somewhere along the way came up with the idea that I’m the one who’s been doing and saying the same things for a really long time. I assure you, darling, this is all different now. The game’s all changed.
 
What I really, really get a good laugh at is you thinking everything I’m doing is about taking a step ahead of you. You don’t get it, do you? It hasn’t been about that for awhile now. You think this is only about a title? That’s the greed inside of you because that’s truly what this all about for you. No matter what you try to say otherwise it’s clear that every moment you spend as a champion your mind is flooded with endorphins that make you feel so much more royal than before. And it’s really such a shame. Because before, even through all of your great self-confidence, we could all sense the sort of insecurity you had before your win over Madison. It was obvious, wasn’t it? You feared being a two-time chump, losing a title so quickly. It’s a fear any of us should have. But since that win there’s a new something that has built up inside of you. It transcends all levels of confidence and just turns into straight ego. I enjoy the way you stand in front of your teammates and tell them you’re all on equal footing knowing well that you plan fully on being the one who outlasts them in this match. It doesn’t mean enough to you to just win with the team. I guarantee your true desire is to win for the team. You still mean to stand over each and every one of them and prove your worthiness above them all. And that’s all fine, right? Because that’s who you are.
 
And you go preach about what makes you different from me by taking pages out of my old books yourself, don’t you? What makes Cailin so hard to beat? She’s so damn stubborn. Suddenly, that’s what Aria’s great quality is that makes her so difficult to beat. The list goes on, too, but it’s almost not worth my time to go over each and every point. I ask, just once, why you’re trying to emulate me in those ways? I never thought of you in that way before. I’ve never looked at you and indentified you as just like me. Because you’re not. And you finally say it yourself. We went on much, much different paths to get where we are today. How many chances have I had to win a title as a contender? Three. How many have you had? I’ll wait. But it’s not even about that. Because honestly, you probably earned those. I was probably just overlooked for walking right by your side that whole time. And you can’t just try and point at all the evil things I did along the way, because there was a time you couldn’t point to any. But now, it’s all you have as a punctuation mark against me. But the past is the past, and I wouldn’t change anything about mine. The Sanatorium guides me now in ways I never imagined. You think this is all about being evil and causing problems for people… no. This is so much more than your mind is even capable of comprehending. But soon… soon you will have no chance but to see what this is all about. And you will be witness to Sanatorium at its greatest and fullest power.
 
Allow me to just dive into one of Aria’s greatest traits. She can take only a few words like, say good and evil, and overcomplicate them into something so insane that it sounds like it originated from one of my sisters so she can attempt to make some grand point. Saying one side is good and evil was a simple term of putting these teams together. On one side you have people who are primarily booed and the other mostly cheered. It’s not that hard. But you had to overanalyze those three words in that phrase and pick apart how it couldn’t possibly be right as if you’d found the one thing that you could verbalize into something that would help put your team over mine. What an utter waste of time that was on your part. But let me see if I can do my best Aria impression since you are trying to steal some of my game lately. You say you’re no angel, right? Later you practically went out of your way to distance yourself from the evil terms. Tell me, please, in what ways you aren’t an angel compared to anyone else in this match. In fact, the only person who I think we could say is more angelic than you is Savannah, but I have an idea she could pass you if need be. Do you think you aren’t angelic because you’ve used a weapon before? Because you call yourself a warrior? Or is it because you go out of your way to call yourself the queen in order to put yourself ahead of all of your opponents. I’ll tell you this much, there’s a lot of bitches calling themselves the queen or the top of the heap or the leader or whatever the fuck they want these days. I didn’t choose the term Empress, I won it. But I chose the term Killer and I’ll take that over any of your bullshit any day of the week. You and your team can fly their flag high as long as they want, but by the end of this match we’ll be taking your flag down and tossing it to the side. The clear sign that the queen and her team have died. For all the tough shit you want to talk to me, and the tough act you have to follow it with, what kind of queen lets down her people like that? What kind of queen falls on her own swords and eats her own words? No queen of mine. But than again, you’re no real queen. You might accuse me of scheming up plans left and right, but at least my whole persona isn’t a sham like yours is.
 
You really are so pathetic that the best thing you can do against me is attack past allegiances. How hilarious. The spineless Cailin Dillon who fought back against personal abuse to leave Iconomy. Who watched her own friends dissolve formation. Who never placed a hand on either one of her best friends in The Sirens. And who was abducted at the hands of Sanatorium and shown a new light. Yeah, I guess I’m really hiding in the shadows by standing at the forefront of Empire day in and day out. I suppose I was hiding out when I walked out and ripped the Women’s Championship metal from belt. God that is about the stupidest argument you could have possibly made. But it doesn’t change the fact in my mind that I believe you should still be the Specialist’s Champion right now. If you go back and look, I did say April was the worst champ even over Haruna and Cloud. That could have very easily included you. And you know that. You barely even grasped that thing. But I had hope in you. Instead, April has your number. What is she, 3-0 against you now? You were supposed to be better than this! I still have high hopes for you, but something has to change very soon. The problem is you just don’t seem to adapt. You just keep making the same mistakes of your own. We’re all human and mistake-prone and vulnerable, but what ultimately separates weak from strong are the ones who learn to evolve and adapt from those mistakes. Maybe what you should dwell on, instead of trying to prove that I’m a backstabber to everyone, is the fact that I enjoy bringing these groups forward. I was all the talk of Iconomy. I was the champion driving Formation forward from the beginning. And I will be the reason the Sanatorium takes over Empire. You tried, friend, but you failed miserably, much like you do each and every time you step in the ring with April. Maybe that’s what you should really be worried about this week. You’ll both talk a professional game, but Empire was all the proof. You and her have a ton of unresolved issues that, if they reared their ugly head in the match, could create a lot of problems for you and Aria’s precious team. And I do say you and Aria because it should be you and her’s team, not her and April’s team. But April has enough of a problem with you and enough of an ego that she is that much better than you that she is willing to stoke those fires in the middle of the match and make it clear that she thinks you’re up to something. It’s just enough for both of you to push each other over the edge and this match to explode in your faces. How glorious would that be? But hey, maybe you’d at least get to put some licks in on April before it really ruins everything for your team.
 
It’s honestly quite noble of you to want to kick every one’s ass and to especially do it against the best competition. You know me from before, and you know how much I enjoy getting in the ring and proving people like you wrong. I plan on showing each and every one of the people on Team Aria that they are indeed on the wrong side. But hey, you didn’t choose your team. Blame Tarah Nova for that one. She was just trying to make a good match and she made this instead. If you want to fight the best and beat the best, you better beat April first. She’s got your number and she’s proving she’s better than you right now. Prove her wrong, than call me. Until then, I’m just dropping you straight on your ass and getting back to item No. 1 on my personal agenda.
 

The rest of your team doesn’t have much to say yet, Aria, but I’m sure they’ll come. Me? I’m not worried about my own team, they’ll handle their own. If they don’t hold up their end of the bargain, I’ll still be there kicking asses and taking names like I always do. And just when you think I’m done, stubborn as hell Cailin Dillon will keep kicking out and making your life a living hell as you just try to escape this match with a win. But sadly for you, that dream of you and your four teammates standing at the end of the match with hands and heads held high won’t come to fruition. It’s just a silly little dream on your part that will never come true. As lame as you seem to think my group is and all the shit you’ve talked about each and everyone of us, by the end of this week you’ll be the one who has to swallow a loss. There’s really nothing for anyone in this match to seriously gain or lose. There’s no gold changing hands and there’s no one leaving Empire forever when this match comes to an end. But Aria’s Jaxon’s pride will take a huge hit in this one. And slowly but surely, the queen will prove that she’s not all that special afterward. And then, oh yes, that’s when the desperation will really set in.

My goal from the very moment I reappeared on the scene in EAW was made clear, to face the cream of the crop that this generation of EAW has to offer. I wanted to test the abilities of my rejuvenated 37 year old body that spent years resting, healing and even improving. Something inside of me clicked and my hunger and desires to compete that had once been tamed became reignited, I could no longer help myself. I vowed to not only make a comeback, but to do things right this time, not repeating the same mistakes I made in the past, and use my experience to guide me in the right direction. When I left this business in 2012, the top names in this industry and most importantly in EAW all had to go through me one way or another in order to be considered a star. Whether that had been leaving an impression on me behind the scenes, or proving their worth against me in the ring.. I was EAW's resident torchbearer. I could namedrop forever but that'd be besides the point, any and everybody who had been a part of EAW before June of 2012 had to first make an impression on CM Banks before taking that step towards greatness in their career. Naturally, once I leave the order of things change. A new guard arises, new faces arrive.. a new era begins. Several men enter this business who had never once interacted with me, their only impressions of me are based off of second hand information and old footage. Some of these men would go onto become considered superstars, legends in this business, world champions, hell even Hall of Famers. That is what I decided to come back for, these very men.. I wanted a first class ticket to experience the hype for myself. This is where Nasir Moore comes into play, this is a man who I heard more than I ever cared to hear about and I couldn't help but wonder, "why?". So I tested you, you took the bait, and you showed me exactly why. You never backed down from me, you put up a good fight, you showed me why exactly your name gets brought up in the conversation amongst the best in EAW despite the underwhelming resume. Obviously I wasn't coming back to lose or give someone a career boost by laying down for them. He took the fight to me time and time again and I brought it right back, maybe he wasn't expecting that from someone of my stature who hadn't been in this company for years, someone who's introduction to this business was over a decade ago. Maybe he thought he'd catch his big breakout moment by beating up on a delusional old man who isn't as good as everyone says he is, but doesn't mind taking the profile booster and solidifying himself as the top guy. Things didn't go his way though, he realized why CM Banks has gotten the praise over the years that he does, he understood what it is like to go toe to toe in the ring with someone who opened doors for him to be able to do what he does today, and what did he do with that opportunity? He lost and immediately asked for a rematch, he refused to accept defeat. Seeing the tenacity and determination in him showed me that it's clear why he is looked among the modern day greats, and that would have worked against literally anybody else in this company.. but instead you waste it on somebody who is going to beat you time and time again. It went from impressive to annoying really quickly, the "never say die" attitude was cute and all, but I'm not here to serve as your personal assurance that you are good enough. You wanted your runback so desperately and you got it, but your runback will end up being nothing more than a rerun of the match at Dia Del Diablo, good.. but not good enough to beat CM Banks.

You claim you were going to come out, shake my hand, thank me for the opportunity and keep it moving until you heard me saying what I said, but did I not speak the truth? Yes you are technically a statistic, the first man of many to fall to CM Banks in singles competition in this modern era, thats a fact. Yes I was inevitably going to defeat you despite you putting on the performance of your career and bringing the fight out of me, thats a fact. Strategy wins all fights.. sure you can rush in swinging and even when it looks like you are in control, you actually aren't. Being able to withstand an onslaught and barrage of attacks and waiting to strike at the right moment, putting it to an end once and for all is what it's all about.. veteran instincts. So yes Nasir, you can rewind the tape and it may very well look like the fight could have gone either way and that a split second was all the deciding factor between who would have came out on top between the two of us. But there's more than what just appears on the surface, you were simply playing checkers with a chess player. Yes the winner is the one who gets to write the history, but this isn't a false narrative.. it's a fact. At the end of the day, if cold hard facts are what makes you reach your breaking point then you are a short fused mental midget. It's all good though because you get your chance to face me again, and I get my chance to end all of the speculation and false narratives surrounding our match, your false hopes crushed again for the final time. Yes these fans love you, they go crazy at the mere mention of your name. It's safe to say that you are probably amongst the most relatable elitists this company has ever seen, your connection with them is so organic, everyones rooting for you to win and prevail despite it being against the very man who made all of this possible.. I don't take it personal though because I understand. I understand that despite the love and respect these people have for me, it's hard to relate to someone who made a small vision into a reality that would become a juggernaut. It's hard to relate to someone who has virtually accomplished any and everything he ever wanted in life when theres people out there just struggling to get by on a day to day basis. Sure I didn't always have what I have, I started from nothing but people never see the struggle.. they just see the results. I've won too many times in front of these people for them to ever imagine me once being in the same shoes as them. These people relate to you Nas because your struggle is well documented, you have been through every obstacle course imaginable to get to where you are today and even in reaching what has so far been the apex of your career theres still a struggle you face that these people would love for nothing more than you to overcome. Over on your home brand Dynasty, you are being held back by an incompetent GM who half of the locker room is trying to push out, meanwhile on Showdown you are reaching for the stars by trying to knock off the biggest legend this industry has ever seen. It's a cinderella story that the greatest authors couldn't write if they tried. What seems like an impossible feat especially all in one night makes for not only a great storyline, but a journey that is very easy to get behind. Because guess what? If Nasir Moore prevails it's almost as like everybody prevails, these fans see themselves in you. So how do you think they're going to feel when you once again come up short in front of all of these people who root for your success? Would that make you a false prophet? It's not your fault though I understand, you never asked to be a beacon of hope, you were just being yourself.. which is nothing more than a regular guy. You embraced the role though, and with that being said you will have to be the one to look in the mirror and accept the cold hard facts that you came up short and let the fans down once again.

You're wrong though, I'm not like your other opponents at Territorial Invasion, I'd like to think that my morals are a tad bit different than theirs are. I mean sure, I mentored one of the members but we strayed from our paths a long time ago. Maybe the respect factor is one thing I have in common with your opponents. You are so hard pressed for my respect despite doing nothing to earn it. I don't respect people based on hearsay and I certainly don't respect people based on being a gnat that constantly gets swatted away but keeps coming back. My respect won't win you a world title- whoops I brought it up again. I like how you get all riled up at the mere mention of that fact, it's cute. It's not a talking point that I need to use against you, but it certainly is hilarious to see how insecure you are about it. I don't care about the statistics or semantics behind how many shots you've had or anything else, you were here long enough to put yourself in more positions to capture one but that's besides the point. I'm not here to beat you upside the head with the fact like all of your other opponents. The fact that you're even in the position you're in despite never winning a world title is telling, theres former world champions that would love to be in your position right now. You have plenty of time to capture a world title, unfortunately that time isn't starting at Territorial Invasion and I won't be the person who history looks back on as the first man who lost to Nasir in a career defining night on his road to greatness. You set everything up and are hoping the chips fall in your favor but have you considered what happens if they don't? You're so close yet so far, you can easily end up right back at the bottom with another mountain to climb in one night. What will you do then? Let me guess "failure's not an option".. sorry to break it to you but failure might as well be your middle name at this point. Maybe you're just so numb to it that you don't even care what happens anymore, maybe this is all just a last ditch effort. I'll be glad to bury you in that ditch for one final time.

(EAW Exclusive! Tyler Parker is sitting by himself and taping his right wrist with white tape before ripping the tape off. He inhales and exhales before unzipping his black leather bag and in it, is his black leather jacket with the American flag on the back of it. He grits his teeth before talking to himself.)

"Not competing ever again..."

(Tyler Parker has a hard time trying to talk but he clears his throat before he keeps talking to himself.)

That's what's been bothering me so much for the past few months or so --- that I couldn't get back in the ring. These months that I've been out with a concussion? Had me thinking that I wouldn't be competing ever again. I had been banged up before but not that banged up --- these matches that I've had, have taken a toll on my body and I could hardly get up. I had to rehab but there was no timetable for me to come back --- if I even could come back. I trained though and I trained for months to get back here, to get back in the ring, to step between the ropes and in a week? I get to compete again.

(Tyler Parker sits there, with his back to the hidden camera, rubbing the back of his neck before he opens his mouth again.)

You'd think that Team StarrStan would be "unmatched" against Team Monroe because of this and that but I'd like to think that we're a bad match-up for them. We're a MISMATCH for them. We were carefully put together, whereas Team Monroe? Were put together without much care. There's what, on their team? A few Hall of Famers? Multiple titles between them? If you think about it, that's one hell of a team that Sebastian Monroe has put together for himself but there's a bunch of big egos on that team. None of them even like each other but hopefully, for Sebastian Monroe's sake, they're not thinking about themselves when they get out there this week and hopefully, for his sake, he's not out of a position.

(Tyler Parker takes his leather jacket out of his black bag and puts it on, then he scoffs to himself.)

If we're to talk about who on Team Monroe would be thinking about themselves, then we'd have to talk about Scott Diamond because he has shown, time and time again, that he thinks about himself and no one else. He's here for himself because if he wasn't? Then he wouldn't be here right now. He'd have hung up his boots a while ago but he couldn't do that, could he? No, he couldn't. Is he showing up though? He's been content with not showing up before because Scott Diamond thinks about Scott Diamond and no one else. He thinks about getting what he wants, regardless of whether he's earned it or not, no matter what the repercussions are. He's gotten away with murder before, he has gotten out of situations before for his own actions but he's not getting away this time. Because this time? He's standing before me. Not for his actions before, not for the baseless claims that he's made, no. This week, he stands before me for trying to shut down this company and for shaming this business. That's right, he has shamed this business when he steps foot in the ring, when he hardly shows up, when he's here for a week or a few weeks and that's it. He's been back, for what? A month or so? Knowing him, he's not going to be here in a few months when I'm here, competing, week in and week out. That's what I hate about him and how he thinks he can come back here for a few weeks, then isn't here for months, then comes back again. It took a concussion for me to take time off and away from the ring. If not for that concussion? I would've been here --- hell, even though I had a concussion, I tried to come back but my own doctor had to talk me out of it. He knew that I couldn't do that to myself, to my body. I had to think about myself because if I had come back then, I would've gotten concussed again but how is it that I had been concussed and would've gotten back in the ring --- that's because I'm not a pussy. If he had been concussed, he wouldn't even try to get back in the ring and that's because he's the biggest pussy in this business. Crying about what's fair and what's not fair. Know what's not fair? That I couldn't compete for months and months. That's what's unfair. Because unlike him? I like to compete. I like competition. That's what I'm back for --- the competition. Whereas he's back for himself. He hasn't been about the competition and he hasn't ever been about the competition because if he has been? Then he wouldn't be in it for more than himself. He's not trying to get in the ring with me but he has to. He could try to get away from me but there's no getting away this time. There's no running away with his tail tucked between his legs, not taking full responsibility for his own actions, no. This week, he stands before me and he's going to show what I've known for a while. That he couldn't ever withstand the repercussions for his own actions and know what? He has no one to blame but himself. He has no one to whine and complain to but himself. He has no one but himself. No more whining, no more complaining, none of that. This week? I'm getting rid of him again. I'm getting rid of him like I had before and that's that.

(Tyler Parker zips his black leather bag back up before putting on his white boots that has the American flag on a side of it and the Russian flag on the a side of it because he's in Russia this week.)

Speaking of which, how has Lethal Consequences not hung it up? How's he getting back in the ring? What's he getting back in the ring for? Nostalgia? Or is it because they pity him? Whether they pity him or not, I'm sick and tired of it. No more pity acts, no more nostalgia acts. He's not getting back in the ring because he likes being in there, no, he's getting back in there because he's in it for himself. He's not out there to actually compete, no, he's out there because he has to be out there. He's old, bitter and outright PATHETIC. That seems a bit harsh but I'm being blunt with him. He's old and broken but we're a little broken because of this business. He's been in this business for a while but I've been in more matches than he has and I've spilled tons of blood, I've spilled buckets of blood and he hasn't bled that much. He has struggled and this week? He's struggling again. Because there's not much that he could do --- there's not much for him to do. He's nothing but an old fuck that's whining and crying. Begging for me to put his head through the ring. He's of old, neglecting what's actually his but this week? He's getting the hell beaten out of him and if I were him? I'd hang it up.

Who else is there that I haven't talked about? Ah, that's right. There's Scott Oasis. I've seen his matches and he's not as tough as he'd like to think, there's nothing tough about him. Though he'd like for me to think that he's a tough competitor who thinks about himself and would do whatever he has to do to take what he thinks is his... who thinks that there's no one that could ever step to him in the ring and thinks that there's no one that could beat him. This is, what? His show? Though he'd like for me to think that, he and I both know that I was here before him. This was my show before it was his. This was my show when I was on top for months and months. He could try to get me to think that this is show but he's not on top right now, is he? No, he's not. I've been to the top before, I've won title after title and I've scratched and clawed for what I have. There's a part of me though, a part of me that... that would like so much more than that. A part of me that would like to get back to the top but before I get back there or, to get there, I have to go through him. Not that I couldn't because I've had to go through competitors much tougher than him and I'm the toughest competitor that he's ever been in the ring with. There's no one that he's been in the ring with that's tougher than me, that trains harder than me. I'm not here for myself, I'm here because I like being here and I like being back in the ring --- MY ring.

(Tyler Parker gets up and the camera zooms in on the back of his leather jacket before zooming in on the side of his face.)

I've spilled blood with Nico Borg before, I've been in the ring with him before and I've had to show him that there's no God for him before. If I've hurt others before, if I've beaten them within an INCH of their LIVES because I had to do what I had to do, then what the hell you think I'd do to him? ...I'd do whatever I have to. If I have to beat him, if I have to break him, if I have to bust his head open and make him bleed again, then that's what I'm going to do and he? He's not going to beat me, break me or make me bleed because he can't. He couldn't back then and he can't right now. Blood dried on the mat of the ring and blood dripping from his forehead. I had him chew on his own blood and I had to wash his blood off of me. He has The Chorus with him right now and I'd like for them to be there when I beat him to bloody pulp. With God as my witness, I'll stain the ring with his blood again and I'll wipe it on my chest --- his blood has been on my hands before and this week? His blood is on my hands again.

Know who else I've been in the ring with before? That I've had tons of matches with? That I've beaten before? Yeah, he knows who I'm talking about. There's no one in this match that has a bigger ego than him. His ego is the biggest but it's fragile too. He'd find that hypocritical of me to talk about egos but I've shown time and time again, when I go out there for a match, it's my ego that gets me through it. The matches that we had with each other, it's my ego that gets me through it. If he's here to stroke his ego, then I wouldn't even bother, I wouldn't even try. Yeah, while I suffered from a concussion, he was here. I know him though, I know that he'd go out there and try to bruise and batter me and I wouldn't want it any other way but he's going to have to kill me to keep me down and if Lannister couldn't do it, then what makes him that he can? Lannister had hatred in his eyes. Lannister wanted so badly to end me but, like you, he couldn't and at the end of the day, it's going to take KILLING me to keep me down and there's no one in this match that could do that.

(Tyler Parker steps out of the locker room and the camera is behind him, then he gets to the curtains and closes his eyes before opening his eyes.)

This week, in my first match back, I get to be in a match that I've been in before but I'm not in there by myself. No, I have no hate towards those that I'm in the match with because they rely on me and I rely on them. It takes a pin or a submission to win the match and that's what I like so much about this match --- I could pin or submit whoever and win the match. This is what I had trained for, for the past few months or so. This is what I had been thinking about for a while. This is what has been on the back of my mind while I sat back there in the locker room. The American flag that's on the back of my leather jacket and on the side of my boots? Is what I'm about. I'm an American and though we're not in the US, I like to show what I'm about. I'm thankful that I get to be here and I'm thankful that I get to compete again. God is with me and if I get concussed in this match? Then I'm getting back up. Because there's no one like Tyler Parker. "Not competing ever again," huh? 

(Tyler Parker smirks before stepping through the curtains and the camera fades to black.)

The King's Royal Decree...

What a pitiful sight. Circling outside the castle walls is a man, if you could call him that, who rides day and night stalking that which he used to be sworn to protect and uphold before he left on his high horse thinking the world would smile kindly on his path to have it all. Now his horse once so high buckles under the weight of his shame and failures despite once gloriously being able to hold the weight of all the armour and prestige I had gifted him, in his state the man has no right to even look one in the eye as he sways side to side almost falling entirely off his stead he has lost the nobility to command. For even the lower nobility he had was something gained by the knighthood I had granted him. Wasting his contract gained as my subordinate, I had warned him that his journey on getting another one on one shot at the treasury that is the collection of world championships would not come as easily as it once did. And as he drags along two compatriots to even be allowed to be graced in the ring against me, it’s provable that my words were righteous, it’ll be a long time until Theron ever gets a one on one opportunity at world gold ever again.

While I? I no longer associate with men I must knight, I am no longer the charitable king who gives lower nobility so others can have their name possibly remembered for generations as the first of their household, I now surround myself with fellow royalty.

My ruined knight may find himself partnered with champions of the realm, two men who have entertained countless of audiences in their jousting contests to prove themselves under our supervision, but now my fellow monarchs seem tired of the show, and seek to take the prize they flaunt. It would seem these two champions will not be able to fulfill the request laid down by the maidens Goto and Sakazaki, they won’t be able to hang onto those championships until the end of the Grand Prix Tournament. Goto and Sakazaki should have known better than to have such high expectations from mere boys, all that jousting will end prematurely, far before those fair ladies gain satisfaction!

Wait did something change with Sakazaki? Well I’m not changing my lines, but at least that’s one less team that’s going to tear up about not getting the titles from the High Rollerz, went those championships were obtainable!

In other words, your king of thieves is saying these three compared to us ain’t shit!

You got the muscle monarch, ain’t nobody stronger than this German panzer Lannister. Then there’s the deranged despot, no one will go as far as Ares to bring about his brand of carnage. Of course, you got me, the sovereign stylist, no one puts on a show like I do and has as many tricks up his sleeve to leave the world mystified by my magic! This is a team that cannot be stood up to, facing us expecting anything else but a sound defeat is tantamount to putting your own neck in the guillotine thinking that the blade will crack against it instead of cleaving your head from your body. Our opponents have a better chance to claw their way through layers of pavement than they do clawing their way through the animalistic force they’re forced to contest with, they don’t have the majesty to command any confidence from even their most rabid of fans to think they’ll get the job done! Now normally I’d say I feel bad for the High Rollerz because I’m in this match and hey I mildly respect the guys, but let’s be honest, it didn’t matter how these matches would have been sliced up if it wasn’t three on three, with three pieces of gold on the line the Triumvirate was always going to be triumph!

You especially Theron, never had a chance. I don’t get why you keep fighting. I don’t get why you walk your injured ass into arenas and take on Diamond Cage just to come after me. You’re finished. All you are is a knight who pulled a sword out on his own king, and worst of all missed because you wanted to do a half measure where you were a traitor, but chivalrous enough to tell me you were going to betray me. You will never find solace after what you’ve done, you will find no peace, no reward, nor even a proper burial with your people there to grieve for you. If you’ve seen Guardian of the Galaxy 2, it’s like when Sylvester Stallone told Yondu he’d never hear the horns of freedom when he dies, and the colors of Ogord would never wash over him, except I keep my word. In other words, if you were a Norse warrior you’d never reach Valhalla, if you were a Christian your soul would never go to heaven! Do you get that, truly?! Do you understand why you were the only man I took a shortcut in a world championship match? I had you guys, yet I didn’t do it for Drastik. I was never going to do it for Rex. Only you, only you did I decide to have our contest finished under such circumstances. Because not only will you never be a world champion by taking gold from me, I won’t even give you a knight’s death! You will not go out in battle in a glorious one on one contest where two men fight nobly and you fall fairly, as said in Man of Steel a good death its own reward, which is too good for you. I will taint all our contests, I will have you never rest in peace as you will linger outside my castle always looking to finish the true fight I’ll never let you have! There is no clean end for you.

Your end will be as muddied as the mud you’ll fall face first into when you, tired and grey, finally fall off that broken high horsed stead of yours.

The Lion's Tale...


All purpose is destined to bleed out, all in due time. Purpose - the beacon of this melody, the miscarriage of intentions. What is lost in logical sense, is found in hollow charade. Starving out to the ambition that is whole, only to be self-fed to the void. This is the war of your pride, a final masquerade to one's self worth. Theron and the High Rollerz feed themselves under this halo, burning to dust in a path of righteousness. Theron, for all his hype and glamor, is chasing the hours of lost time. The eyes burned red, for what possibly could have been. Chasing the moment of the hour of lost time - only to find one self deeper in the hole. A minute too late, a moment too soon. Instead of building pillars, he is the type of man to walk the blurred lines of a former vision. The Triumvirate changed the entire landscape - a sequence of events that no prophet could have foreseen. There is no code to decrypt - no figures to scribble, for The Triumvirate is setting the precedent in spite of these three individuals at Territorial Invasion.

The High Rollerz, for all intents and purposes - have been the class standard of their own division. But like it has been said - the landscape has changed - transformed into a barren wasteland that lacks the loot. Many a man are to come to EAW - The grand Gold Mine of the west - with only rage to show for the trouble. Triumvirate has come to conquer in every sense of the word - it is not just enough to be classified as world champion or kings. For all hope of ascension has met the twilight of its dream-state, denied by the wind that comes calling. Hear these echoes, listen to this song in tune, of Triumvirate's sheer will. Desire will be nothing more of a remnant concept to any that dare tread on this path - yet these three individuals have the audacity to test the water. All are guilty of being the big fish in a small pond - but here comes the storm. Lannister himself serves as the storm, but Ares Vendetta and Tiberius Jones bring the storm. The solitude of your sense of securities is to be short-lived, and the perennial embarking of the High Rollerz is doomed to the ends meet. The story will soon unfold, shadowing what is spoken here just now. The sun is rising, in a storm that burns fate. The new dawn of this era shall be embraced with the Triumvirate's immortal compass and lead. Lay witness to this salvation, or be enslaved to the purpose. Bow the knees, renounce your gods and rights - and heil the rightful kings before your wake. But that would be far too easy - now wouldn't it? Go right ahead - boast your claims, fight for your honor. Just know that any word that dare come out of your breath, serves as a stench to the memory you leave well behind. Believe all in which you perceive - crumble yourself to the layers of reality you've built your stone houses on. Lannister cares not for your belief, your misconceptions - for it is silence that deafens. The sound that grasps. The sound that quakes. A depth, to which all that shall remain. A comatose-like stage, in which you no longer feel the urge to speak. The Triumvirate are to take every shallow layer you've ever built upon, and make it their own lair to fabricate as their own.

You have all tasted control - but not long enough to own it. The point of view has already formed - a structure in which you indulge yourselves as more than the common you are. Lannister himself has forever been worthy of the plunder garnered - but the High Rollerz? Really, what is it that the Triumvirate should look across the aisle - and be threatened - or even jealous? All because the High Rollerz have a stake in which the Triumvirate desires - does not foretell an attraction of admiration. The High Rollerz have stumbled across the division in its weakest form ever - but it's about time it came to lay in someone else's hands. The tainted cloak shall not be heralded around a moment longer. Everything always serves as transparent in theory - but the heathens will soon suffer from the hardships that were never given before. The complexity of a foe such as the Triumvirate is far too grand for the likes of these glorified heathens. Supply hasn't met demand - until this very day. Abusing the system to their own chasm of complimentary validations - enabling the design that wages on their face. There is fault to be had in such benevolence, an adaptation that was not forced into the mental gene pool of your coding. The hazard of such a disguise will come to red alert at Territorial Invasion. The filth in which you wager will no longer torment the land of Elite. These grievances on such pillars of monuments in which EAW holds sacred, need cry no more. The custom of this dynasty, is to rid all the excess that this land offers up. The lesser of man, no longer has a place in the Triumvirate's EAW. For when there are beasts in kings - there's not room for much else.

The state of the crown will remain in tarnish for as long as imbeciles such as the High Rollerz, and entitled burdens like Theron - continue to render as anything but obsolete. This is the virus that Lannister himself swears an oath to - to purge and cleanse. There is redemption in this arc - in this tribulation of war, of this institution in which Triumvirate sets. Delivered chaos - a catharsis that creates refuge in what is pure. To lesser minds, this will be considered corruption - but corruption IS protection. So is the collapse of everything this industry once knew. What the High Rollerz once knew. What Theron never came to know.

This is the divine wind of The Triumvirate's intentions. There is not much of reason to speak upon Theron or High Rollerz much further than what has already occured. They simply matter not enough in this circumstance. For it is the hands of Ares Vendetta, Tiberius Jones, and Lannister that bear this torch, that carry the burden of dictating fate to its desired course. Lannister himself cares not for these soiled intentions that he spoke of before - because they are simply the provoking thoughts of a losing war. There are no regards to be sent out any longer - for mercy is a weakness that is not shared among these ranks.

And that... is the one price worth paying for. If nothing else - in this power to be dare.

Be dare, Ripley. Be dare, Davidson. Be dare, Nikolas.

Showcase to this land what little power you truly do possess.

Territorial Invasion Promo 2: The Ghost of a Shadow of a Doubt

The camera opens just outside of Bo and Tye's as PB exits to the sidewalk, slides on a pair of cheap sunglasses and begins to make his way up the un-characteristically quiet  Brooklyn street.  He makes the familiar trek between the restaurant and the bus stop without looking down at his feet or taking in his surroundings.  His head is literally in the clouds as he stares up at the sky through the tinted shades.

"You're a very confused man, Eclipse.  I'm sure I'm not the first man to tell you this, and I suspect I wont be the last.  I might be the first to truthfully say it to you though.  You view me as a paragon of virtue with a dark secret, some paladin priest with an ink stain on his pure white vestments.  This is the narrative you build up in your head because it's the only one that works to your motives.  Your entire sermon is based on me being a man who hides his true face from the world when in fact I've been nothing but transparent with the fans around the world.  They've seen me at my lowest.  They've witnessed my darkest hours.  They've witnessed me on  multiple occasions as a desperate man clinging for life on a battlefield in wars I never chose.  They've seen my wounds, both the fresh openings of flesh and their resulting calloused battle scars.  You think that they don't know when I'm afraid? Are you fully convinced that I, the most tactless champion in the history of any sport, would be able to pull wool over their eyes after I've given so much to them?  I mean, I've even let this film crew sit in on therapy sessions.  If anyone doesn't know every single neuroses and phobia I have then they're just going out of their way to not pay attention."

PB stops to turn and look over his shoulder.  He swings back around almost automatically and points a thumb back at the restaurant.

"What? Is it about in there? Is it about what I tell them? Yeah.  Yeah I lie to them, but they see through it because they know what I've been through, even before wrestling came a'knockin'.  The only reason I've ever tried to lie to them is because they ask me to.  They want their minds at ease, but even when I'm spinning them the yarn that they ask for I can't fully pull back all the way.  I let them know what to expect when I come out of a match like this without having to beat them over the head with the idea that I could be injured, or worse.  I make it abundantly clear that what I'm telling them is a deception for their own benefit, in hopes that maybe they'll get a wink of sleep at night.  If you want a confessional moment then I'll give it to you right here on the sidewalk that leads to the only home I've ever known and the only family I ever wanted."

Pizza Boy stops just short of the bus stop.  He studies it with new eyes as he scratches his chin before snapping his fingers in a 'eureka' moment and plopping down inside the shelter.  He points for the camera man to pop a squat just outside of the shelter's edge.  PB stares ahead as the camera shoots him from the side.  PB pulls his bow tie loose and reaches into his button up work shirt and procures a tiny wooden cross that's been neatly strung around his neck.  He holds it out in front of him and studies it's shape.

"Heavenly Father, it's been almost six months since my last confession.  I hope you can reconcile with this public forum instead of the usual solemn privacy of a confessional booth. In my time away from you I've been a prideful man.  I've went through masses of humanity just to seek out the justice of a vigilante .  I've toppled kingdom-less kings and false prophets along the way, just to get my hands back on a piece of gold.  Throughout this excursion of brief incursions I've done nothing but feed off of greed, envy, wrath, and pride.  I've learned that fear is irrelevant and that suffering is temporary.  I've learned not to worship my addiction.  I've learned not to feed off of fear in order to get an edge over my opponents.  Doubt has cast a shadow over my heart multiple times, and I wont deny my mortal flaws.  I hold myself not above you, nor do I hold myself above my fans.  I'm no idol.  I'm their sins reflected back at them with a pretty bow laced around it.  I'm the daily temptations that they have to abstain from.  I'm every laid off worker's silent voice of malcontent.  I'm every sideways glance at nepotism.  I'm every bitten lip in a conference room, every eye roll at the sight of an undeserved promotion, I'm every hard working man and woman whose ever had to punch a time card.  They don't worship me.  They are me, and I them.  The only difference is that I have the platform to do something about the injustices of the mundane day-to-day.  I know their fears.  I've felt them with every change of managerial guard and every sign of heavy hitting opposition.  If there is any dispersion in my heart, any stain of self-importance within me that puts me above them, or you even you father, then I truly do not deserve the blessing of courage that you've given me."

The sky goes dark as Pizza Boy clasps the home brew crucifix within his hands and stares directly into the eclipse.

"...and let it be known that any shadow of a doubt, any unfaithful fear of this temporary vessel's destruction is merely a symptom of my humility and not a doubt of your power in the hereafter.  I know that I'm human.  I know I'm capable of falling, capable of backsliding, capable of hitting rock bottom once more.  My demons, my obsession, my lust for fear's bony touch isn't an addiction that's so easily kicked.  That doesn't mean I wont come back from it as I have many times before with you as the dawning light i my life.  I refuse to blaspheme and make fear my god again, and I denounce whatever depression, anxiety, or resulting sloth thereof that it dangles in front of me like a carrot in arm's reach.  Fear is the opiate of the desperate, and I refuse to be helpless to it's tethering tendrils ever again, for succumbing is selfish and misgiving to you and the people at home who choose me as their escape from the monotony of life."

The shadow passes over the sun as Pizza Boy slips the cross back in it's resting place beneath his shirt and begins looping his tie as he stares up at the sun through the dark windows of his shades.

"You're trying to promise me that tomorrow will never come for me, Eclipse.  You're trying to convince me that just because you're trying to hide my light beneath your darkness that it doesn't exist, but I know that the moon will pass and spend the rest of the year running from the sun.  I've faced you before monster and I've denounced your power.  This smile on my face isn't a smile of arrogance, it's one of bravery and confidence.  It creases the worry lines in my face because it's still getting used to the idea of being a true champion of the people.  Not above the people: Of the people.  It strikes me as odd that it's such an alien concept in a sport where men like yourself agonize over their approval.  You envy me because I've made a connection with them.  That's the true reason you try and denounce who I am, what I am, or what we have.  You can't comprehend it, so it must be a lie.  You've never known love, so it mustn't exist."

The bus pulls up to the curb and Pizza Boy rises to his feet, making sure to keep the hem in his work pants as he gingerly rises onto the sidewalk once more.[/b\

"If you're asking if I'm worried about our match Eclipse, then the answer is yes.  You're a capable competitor that I'll never try to renounce or dismiss.  If you're asking if I'm afraid, then the answer is no.  I've come to terms with the fact that whether or not I hold a piece of shiny tin, I'll still be the people's champion.  If you win then you'll be a champion of fear whose only kingdom is a loony bin full of self-loathing men like yourself.  Your crown will be a false one because the world doesn't accept who you are, and no waist ornament will ever change the fact that you're an outsider looking in.  I don't fear you Eclipse..."

Pizza Boy steps onto the first step of the bus.  He pauses to slide his bus pass before looking over his shoulder, as if addressing a half-afterthought.

"...I pity you."

The doors clothes behind PB as he makes his way down the aisle to find a seat.  The camera watches on from the curb as the sun flashes behind him with every passing window as the bus leaves the curb.

Laughs.

I repeat - you’re an idiot. Do you honestly think that I’ll believe you when you say that I am equal to you in the ring? By the undermining tactic it took for you to defeat me at Pain for Pride 9, it seemed like I was the better wrestler; you just happened to be the smarter one that night. From the moment, you pointed your skull at me, I knew the truth. Now, you’re going to look me dead in the eye and say that this time it won’t be any different? Do you know how many times I’ve been told that? Do you want to know how many times I’ve been lied too? More the amount of hair in your head. Just like I said before: what happens when you begin to try EVERYTHING in your playbook and I manage to kick out in the last second? On Voltage, if you managed to connect with In Excelsis, do you honestly think that it will be enough to put me away? Come on, Jamie; let’s be realistic right here. Your vision of ruining my shining moment isn’t going to be as simple as just one knee to the face. This match is going to be longer than the four minute bullshit you tried to pull on me. To be honest, it was almost like a slap to my face. It was an insult to my expertise. For a second, you reminded me of almost EVERY sexist pig I’ve encountered in my wrestling career. You know? The typical “I’ll send you back to the Womens Division”, “Women shouldn’t be World Champion”, or my favorite, “It’s not realistic for a woman to face a man”. Do you want to know my favorite quote I’ve been hearing in the locker room as of late? “Cameron will be obliterated by Jamie”. It kind of seems like you’ve been gassed up quite a bit, huh? You’ve been told to believe that I’ll be like Xavier Williams, Jacob Senn or TLA. I’ll just fall victim to the list of men you have defeated to keep the championship on your shoulder. I refuse to fall a victim to you. I refuse to be another name on your list. I refuse to let you break me. I’m not fragile like glass. Dropping me on the mat is not going to shatter me to pieces. Punching me and breaking my nose is not going to give me the element of shock. There is nothing you do that is going to surprise me. In response, you could say the same thing. You can say that you have me well-scouted. You can use the cliche, “I know you better than you know yourself”, but do you really? Do you think that I am capable of being trusted the moment the bell rings? You think that it’s going to be easy as extending a hand to pick me up again? You think that I am going to allow you to help me up in defeat again? No, I am not going to allow you to do that. I am not going to allow myself be defeated by you again. For the past year, there has been this what if on my mind. What if I did not fall for your trick? What if it was me who was walking into Territorial Invasion with that World Heavyweight Championship? What if you’re the one who is approaching Territorial Invasion, trying to avenge his loss at Pain for Pride? Do you wonder what would have happened if I managed to defeat you? Do you think the scenario would be different? Do you think that you would be encountering me to get that second World Championship reign. This whole World Heavyweight Championship reign is just a way to redeem yourself. I mean, who could ever forget that Darth Lannister snatched the championship away from you? Who could ever forget the downward spiral you suffered? Losing to jokes like Aren Mstislav? Having a rivalry with Dark Demon go nowhere after you kneed him to the retirement home? Let me remind you of that fact that your career was going nowhere until I came into the picture. It wasn’t until you defeated me where you career got in track once again. Can it be said that Cameron Ella Ava is the reason your career was resurrected? Are you going to tell me that you did everything on your own? Are you going to say that if we never faced at Pain for Pride 9 that you would be in the position you are today? Do you think that slaughtering Dark Demon would have revived your career? Nah, it wouldn’t give you that same satisfaction. Nothing is never enough for you. You think that defeating me is going to make you happy? Sure, another day as champion would bring a smile to anyone’s face, but you’ll still have that resting bitch face no matter the result.

How dare I try to make my dreams come true? How dare I have goals? How dare I want to make history? How dare I be such a selfish person? Bad, Cam! Bad! What you’re trying to imply is it’s great I want to make history, you just don’t want it in your expense? When I found out that you cared for the title more than me, I wasn’t bitter. Like I said before, I didn’t blame you. I could see where you were coming from in the situation. To most, it would make you a selfish asshole. It would make you someone incapable of having a beating heart. To me, I don’t blame you. It’s been a dream to be a World Heavyweight Champion! It’s been a dream to have that lengthy title run. You’ve told me before; you wanted a title reign to remember. You want a title reign people will look at from years to come. You want a title reign that won’t snub you from your 500th award at the EAW Awards Show. You want to know that all your efforts of trying to be the best will not go to waste. Poor Jamie, just wants his contributions for EAW to be acknowledged! It must be so difficult to have a girlfriend that overshadows his accomplishments no matter how hard he tries to make himself being taken seriously! You were probably not the favorite in your family! You were probably casted aside for a younger sibling. You were probably forced to fend for yourself while the others had it so simple. It probably made your character. It made you so used to being independent. You only had to rely on yourself. The moment, I came into your life, you did EVERYTHING to cast me aside. You did EVERYTHING to not try to gain some sort of feeling towards me. Now, what are you doing? You don’t care about the aftermath at Territorial Invasion. You only care about being World Heavyweight Champion! That’s your only priority of life! That is the only thing in your life that keeps you going! You’re going to look me in the eye and say all of that? You’re going to spend the entire week like you don’t give a fuck, even though, it’s tearing you apart in the inside? Keep telling yourself that. I do not believe the act one bit. To be honest, I don’t believe everything you say at the moment. I believe you’re desperate to break me. I don’t think for a second you want to face me when I have a clear mindset. There’s no doubt that when I’m focused on the prize, I will do whatever it takes to get it. I don’t give a fuck what happens to you. If there ever comes a moment, where I defeat you and you’re in tears, I’ll walk past you. You’re not the first man I’ll make cry. You’re not the first man I’m not afraid to shatter the heart of and you won’t be the last. I am willing to throw all of my dreams with you away if it means being World Champion. I am never going to forget my original dream and that’s to possess the title you own at the moment. For seven years, I have busted my ass off to reach this point. I never thought in a million years I would be in this position. I never thought you’d be in the opposite corner of the ring. Defeating you is going to hurt you more than it’s going to hurt me. I knew what I was getting myself into facing you. I knew the consequences I would be in with you as my opponent. Six days away and what makes you think that I am going to back away? Did you think that this was going to be some cute bantering we usually do? Nah, this shit is real. This is fucking real. I am wide awake. I can see my vision clearly and I’m looking right at you. I can be like the ones before me and walk away. Too bad, I’m not like them. I’m walking towards you and I’m ready to knock you to the floor when given the opportunity. 

Don’t say I ever warned you.

(The scene starts inside the Pink Hotel. It's dark, it's quiet, you see 5 silhouettes in a circle, all of a sudden, a spotlight appears in the middle of the circle. A hole opens up in the center of the spot light and you here a switch activating a elevator at the bottom of the hole... BUT! It malfunctions..)

Ahren at the bottom of the hole: GOD DAMN IT... This is what I get, this is what I get for trying to do something cool. How do I get out of here...

(The Camera man comes over and looks down at Ahren.)

Ahren: Can you help me out of here?

Cameraman: No can do I'm just the cameraman, I'm pretty useless.

Ahren: Great.. Glad you're here.. No matter, I can do this.. I just need to.. PARKOUR!

(Ahren tries to jump off the wall and catch the ledge)

Ahren: Ok, that didn't work.. I'm wearing a three piece suit looking dapper as fuck ok? I don't know if the voice over guy told you that. I'm not used to this much clothing so this is rough.. But don't worry, I'm a top tier athlete I got.. THIS! HARDCORE PARKOUR!

(Ahren backs up as far as he can, and runs to get a tiny bit of speed with the narrow room that he has. He puts his foot on the wall, jumps off it and catches the ledge. When he does the floor starts to be elevated again.)

Ahren: OH MY GOD IM GONNA DIE WHAT THE FUCK SOMEONE IS TRYING TO KILL ME!!

(The floor starts to touch Ahrens feet as he's pulling himself up. He then realizes that he's not dying, it's actually helping.)

Ahren: Oh, Cool..

(Ahren gets up on his feet, and dusts his suit off. Then he throws his hands in a display of look at this shit that I've got going on.)

Ahren: LIGHTS! NO! WAIT... Jumping the gun. Ok hey.. I'm Ahren and this is my presentation for Territorial Invasion. First LIGHT!

(Light turns on over the first cardboard cut out, and it's Scott Oasis)

Look at him, I WANT ALL OF YOU TO LOOK AT HIM. It's a terrifying sight isn't it, him and his popcorn muscles. What are popcorn muscles? I don't know, I heard a football player say it once, it's a diss of some kind. I think it means like fake muscles or something due to steroid use. Scott I think you should like shut your mouth, because like, you sound pretty dumb. This dude clearly is all muscles and no brains, I'm sure you hear that all the time, but let's look at the facts. You said I'm a rookie, technically naw fam, I'm not. I am a year and 1 month into this so BOOM! Roasted. It's going to be hard to come back from the blunder, I got you good, so I can understand if you're a bit staggered right now. But wait, hold on to your flat top or whatever 1990's hairstyle that is, because we got more. You say that you're not familiar with Ahren Fournier, so let me tell you who I am. I AM THE GREATEST HARDCORE CHAMPION THAT HAS EVER LIVED. I am the Trill Fairy, I am THE LAW, I am one of the hottest rookies that has ever graced an EAW ring.  I mean, did you not see my reign of dominance? I beat Keelan, I beat Aria Squidward Tentacles, I beat Maero, I beat Aren Mstilov, I beat everyone! Including my partner Nas, who is obsessed with me and can't let me have my own brand. Yeah I'm new, yeah I haven't been here for as long as the likes of your team but does longevity matter? Does the time here really make a difference on a match? I don't know, I don't think so. I get that someone with more experience has been there done that and can us there smarts to win. But the facts of the matter is that if you have the god given talent, and are faster, more athletic, and all that, and are just a better talent, I don't think it really matters. I mean I faced Leth last week and I beat him. And that guys been here for longer than.. Jesus? Yeah I'll go with Jesus he's pretty old. What I'm saying is, I think StarrStan might be onto something with this team. Think of It this way, we're young, we're fresh, we're just starting to hit our strides. We have the experience we need to actually take it the distance. Plus we have the veteran leadership we need to take us all the way. Whereas you guys are built from decrepit vets that have been doing this day in and day out for years. You're banged up, you're hurt, there's no way you can hang with our stamina. Do you even have that competitive fire anymore? I've never had as hot at a World Title before, shocking right? But 'tis true, yes I said 'tis fight me about it. But I haven't had the chance, I wasn't even in Grand Rampage because I was too busy kicking Keelans koala ass for my Hardcore Title. I think I've earned the right to at least get a match for the World Title, but hey I'm not going to bitch and complain, I'm just going to go out there and prove it. No one wants to see Scott Oasis challenge for the world title AGAIN, same goes for Lethal Consequences, same goes for Scott Diamond, same goes for your entire team. With the exception of Nico Borg, and even he has had the chance of being World Champion. It's time for the young pups to bring the old dogs back behind the barn and take them out of there misery.

Scott the only thing you can really bring up about me is my matches against Zack Crash, and Nico Borg, that's about as much as you know about me. I've lost, yeah, I've also won, pretty sure that can be said about everyone right? You've lost, you've won, it's all about chances here. You sure do like to neglect all the things that I have done, and who I have beaten to be thought of as someone that is worth a damn. I wasn't called the next great face of EAW for no reason, there was some steak to that sizzle. But I know you're one of those bitter old men that only like to talk about the bad in people, and won't like to give me any of the credit that I deserve. That's fine, I haven't been treated like an afterthought in a long time actually, so this is fun, digging it. That's how it works isn't it? When someone thinks they're much better than someone they don't give much thought to it, and then what happens? That little annoying mosquito bites you and injects you with AIDS, and ya die. So keep thinking that I won't matter because of my lack of experience, and 2 loses, I'm sure that'll work out great for you. Just know Scott? You will never get a visit from the Trill Fairy with that kind of attitude, ok? I'm pretty close to him and I can put in a word, and you'll be done.. So watch it...
NEXT!

(Spotlight on Scott Oasis dims out, and the next light shines on the cut out of Lethal Consequences)

God, I just realized how long this going to take, will I continue this bit? Stay tuned to find out. Anyways yeah, you all recognize that tired old face, that's Lethal Consequences, aka, Leth. You see, I just faced this man not but a week ago, and you know what happened? I beat him. Now, that could be a big deal, it may not, after all it's not 2008, but here we are almost 10 years later and he's still in da league. Not only is he still in da league, but he's actually thought of as a top tier talent? I guess? Seeing that he is in this match, and he is being considered for another World Title match, like he needs it... It would appear people still believe in him. I can tell you from experience, he's like wrestling a sex doll. Always has his mouth open.. Because he's gasping for air.. Doesn't move around much.. Unless you manipulate where you want it to go.. And is on the receiving end of a lot of moves.. Yeah, Lethal Consequences is a sex doll. Without the sex that is. I mean I don't think any woman would like to layeth with you.. Sorry, salt in the wounds, your sex life has nothing to do with this does it? No, but what does have to do with this is that.. I don't think you belong here anymore. You came back here for an easy paycheck waiting around for opportunities to be handed to you not actually thinking that you'd have to work for anything. But what happened? 24/7 Battle Royal.. And you didn't win, I don't even think you did well at all. Management saw that and was like oh no.. So you got picked last in the draft. Maybe that lit a fire under you just a tad, because you didn't wait for your opportunity to be handed to you, you challenged for the contendership of the Hardcore title... MY ex girlfriend title. ANNNND ya lost. Now your teammate Scott Diamond has it, and boy the rage must be filled inside you right? Probably not, because you don't actually care about the Hardcore Title, you just thought it would be easy to obtain. But it wasn't, but luckily for you, Sebastian Monroe decided to give you another chance, a chance that you don't deserve really. To be a part of this team, and have the chance to get a title opportunity. It must be nice to have things fall in your lap like that, but after Territorial Invasion, and your old body keeps breaking down, and you realize you're not the man you once were. Maybe you call it quits for good? Because I don't think you can hang anymore. I've already showed that, but hey, maybe you can surprise me, anyone can win on any night right? Good luck Leth..

Sigh ok, how many more? 3? Ok.. Nico, Scott Diamond? and Jacob Senn? Ugh so much effort JUST TURN ON ALL THE LIGHTS!

(All the lights turn on.)

AHHH IM BLIND! WHY DIDN'T YOU DO THAT GRADUALLY! it's ok.. Just need to close my eyes for a little bit... 3.. 2... 1... And... Better. So, Jacob Senn talked about stuff, he is the cornerstone of this brand, and he doesn't need to this match to become the champion again as he stated. Typical grizzled vet. A guy that's been around the block, that was just champion a few months ago, trying to steal the spotlight again. You're a hall of famer, you're a former world champion, you've done it all.. Yet you're back.. Why you do this? What do you have to prove? Nothing. Like you said you just owe Monroe, and Starr has never done anything for you. But I would never find myself in such a compromising position, to have your whole career in the hands of someone else because they pulled some strings for you, pfft. Pathetic. I have gotten where I am under my own merit, I don't owe anyone anything. You think I call the girls I impregnate? Give them money? No, because I don't owe them anything. They chose to take this raw dick up in them, they didn't complain then. Here's the deal, I have them sign a contract ok? That states that I am not liable for any baby that is inserted into them through my penis. I'm smart, maybe you should have done that with Monroe and you wouldn't find yourself here, owing him. Like I told.. Scott? I don't know I said it before.. I got here through my own merits, I got here through god given talent, and superior talent at that. I win matches, I get the job done, that's all that matters. Do I get it done every time? As Scott is so quick to point out, no I don't. But the majority of the time, I deliver. But hey, I wouldn't call myself a sheep for siding with Starr, let's not be rude ok? The fight was happening regardless, I just looked at the facts. Do I want to side with the guy that gives young stars opportunities? Or do I want to side with the guy that loves his old men, the choice was simple. He gets it, he's not thinking just about today, and made stars, he's thinking ahead... Basically he's the option for my future. I deserve a World title match, ask anyone.. Except Scott because he's a dick... But ask anyone else and they will say I deserve it. Look at what Monroe did with his team, he's not the guy that will give that to me. He's following the same trend of help the ones he knows, and I'm not ok with that because It effects me. It was a no brainer in my opinion. So I'M leading this team to victory, and I'M winning it for us because that's what I do. And then I'M winning this match for myself and I'M going to get that World Championship opportunity, because fuck Pizza Boy and or Eclipse... Speaking of which how turned on do you think Eclipse was today? With the whole Eclipse thing going on? NOT IMPORTANT! What is important is Ahren Fournier.

As for Nico Borg, and Scott Diamond... You two have beaten this Sexual Stallion mastodon man beat beast of a sex machine, haven't you? But do tell, can you name someone that has beaten Ahren Fournier twice? I can't. Good luck with the whole being the first to do that thing, you'll need it. I've got you both figured out. I almost beat both of you the first time, but you know, almost doesn't mean shit. But what I will say about it is that I do know how to beat both of you, and if not for one mistake I would've capitalized the first time. Ahren Fournier never makes the same mistake twice, he perseveres, and get's dubs. I may be an underdog in this match for some odd reason, possibly due to make lack of experience? But whatever the reason may be, it's fine, I'm cool. Because no matter what anyone says, I am the one that is going to win this match for my team.. And I will win it for myself. No one's opinion really matters except for your own, you now what you're capable of. Most the time no ones going to give you the credit you deserve anyways. So Ahren, just do you, All that matters is the cold hard facts, and proving people wrong. So anyways I got to pee so I'm going to end this, you want to watch? Naw I'm not about that filming me pee life. So I'm going to end it now, good stuff out there guys, really liking the effort, keep it coming, and I'll respond later. Bye.. Oh and Nas relax, you're working yourself up, right into the grave.. Chill.. We all know if it comes to it.. I'll beat you, again. BUT WE DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOU THAT, LETS FOCUS ON THE MONROE SCUM... and you can focus on Banks too I guess.

(Ahrens elevator hold in the floor goes back down, and the lights turn off.. I guess there's a bathroom down there. It's like the bat cave... Camera fades to black)

The Journey Continues.

Yet another chapter is about to written.

Be it with honor or dishonor...but it will be written.

Rules. They're meant to be broken, it's as simple as that. Doing things the way you see fit, everyone is different, so naturally not everyone will agree with the way you are doing things, or to the degree you'll go to reach the height of your greatest ambitions. There's no going back, nothing to apologize for. This elitist would rather go against the grain, taking the road less traveled instead. Damien Murrow's call for the New Era of Showdown was all the incentive this elitist needed to burst through to open up the next door, and begin writing a new chapter in this evolution. There's been adversity, of course. The last several weeks have assured that there will be nothing feared, and nothing sacred. By any means necessary has been the apparent credo more so than ever before during my time here. It was to be expected, and every step of the way, each obstacle has been met with the right amount of diligence, focus, and effective execution. It's easily adaptable. Enter John Doe, an enigma that has been cryptic up until recently, and his views and actions have counteracted those of my adversaries for the most part. Recent events would suggest perhaps this elitist has at least one ally, but our views are not shared. Though it's his views that match up well with the deepest of feelings that have been harboring under lock and key within the darkest depths of my very soul that have been disturbed and tempted ever since the moment my adversaries have quite clearly shown that they simply will not go away quietly, and yet it was something I shouldn't have underestimated for even a moment. I've had plenty of time to take everything in, exhausting the resources that were gifted upon me through every bit of experience that I've been through. My adversaries wish to try and end me, then so be it, but the end they are in search of is not going to be the one they receive despite their constant efforts. This elitist is going nowhere but onward and up. I am quick to realize though that a change in my mental fortitude was absolutely necessary in this case, knowing full well that my adversaries, their very actions would continue to become more cruel and unjust. Without this sudden change in action and reaction, there would be very little doubt placed in the back of their minds, nothing to make them alter their attack, and things would just keep getting much worse.

But this isn't vengeance for me as it is for you.

Vengeance will be your master.

I'm just here to facilitate, and destroy everything you've ever worked for.

There will be no holding back, no reason to this time around. There has been this creeping growing desire from within, one that's been brooding in me for just a short period now. It's funny, sometimes this journey, it tends to take me on these twists and turns, highs and lows. Each step of the way, one experience after the next just building upon one another has been continually showing me different things about myself, and helping me see through the fabricated world that the so called conquerors of these terrains live in. I have gotten to see it first hand in my constant efforts to progress forward, with the weary but battle tested likes of my adversaries. This season, this elitist has slowly been forcing his way into the upper echelon of this company, and he did it by doing things his way on his terms. Lately the actions of this elitist has made a few people unhappy, and honestly I can't help how they feel. This path I've chosen in my journey is the only thing that I believe in more than anything else. The events that led into and took place at Dia Del Diablo have created a chain of separate events that have become intertwined, and has perhaps painted me in a different light, but as I've said from the beginning of this season. It's me that authors these new written chapters in my story. It's me that has changed the script so-to-speak, and it's me that has authorized this rewrite. More chapters that have yet to be, are soon going to be written. Though, it's been actions that have helped me see very clear what this new plane from the top presents in constant. As I said at the top, there has been this overwhelming creeping desire to seek retribution against my new adversaries who threaten to destroy all that I've worked for, but certainly not in a way that would suggest they should be spared beyond this weekend, given a mercy, because at this point that would simply be unacceptable. This coming weekend, it will be the actions of this elitist that will ensure there are no more excuses, no explanations necessary, and more importantly absolutely no regrets. I refuse to look back anymore. I don't do regrets now as maybe I would have in the beginning moments of my early seasoning in this place. Regrets are pointless, but it doesn't mean I still can't change certain aspects of my very being if it means shaping the future. I've everything in the back of my mind of how I can bring my adversaries to their knees. With desperation seemingly fueling their every move, led of course by their blind pride and damaged egos. Its no surprise to me of course to watch on amusingly from behind as you both helplessly give chase bearing your fangs with a lust for blood so certain that everything you are doing now is just to right the wrongs as you deem them to be. However, there is nothing wrong here. The future is simply taking shape, nothing more nothing less. That's all that's been happening, and you two have been trying helplessly to be deterrents to something that can't be prevented. It's been just as amusing to me as watching two stray dogs lapping themselves in endless circles chasing their own tails, and yet that in and of itself has become the sad part of it all.

You've managed to accomplish absolutely nothing.

As you have clearly seen, what was once to be your supposed final steps toward a future coronation has now turned into a bout of simple cat and mouse. So desperate you two are to sink your teeth into me, except I'm no longer running away. Instead I'm running at full speed toward you, ready to take something away from you again just as I did at Dia Del Diablo. However, this time it's nothing that you can get back if you are to lose it? Your careers. How very foolish I have been, having not taken care of this piece of business before the way it needed to be, but that's not a mistake I intend to repeat. You two didn't truly believe that you really had prevented the future from happening, did you? My fate can't be decided by you. My forward progress can't be stopped. You may be out for my head, and yet, in the end what will you have solved should you succeed? You know what I get out of this? I get you out of my way, out of my sight, out of my mind. I move on to bigger and better things, and I get to see as you both continue to wander aimlessly, wondering where it's all gone wrong. Oh, trust me, I know the war I'm in right now, and I know this is one that's not going to end quickly, and it won't be pretty by any stretch of the imagination. You both assumed the last time that you knew what to expect, how sure you seemed to be that you had the experience and wherewithal necessary to see you through, but you two found out the hard way that it simply did not matter what you believed you had over this elitist, because fate had other ideas. How sure can you really truly be about everything now? The future has been playing out just as it was always meant to, and it has certainly proven to be a hard pill for the both of you to swallow. You both are making your own beds once again, and soon you will be forced to lie in them. 

The future, and your fate are unavoidable.

A promise that will be fulfilled with or without honor.

Another chapter that will be written...with your blood.

I just love to do it to myself don’t I? I just love to bear the weight of the entire world upon my shoulders. The immense pressure that I am under right now is mind boggling. Most people in this company, hell...most people in this world could not possibly comprehend what I have so willingly signed myself up for. You see for the last month or so I have spent my time preparing both mentally and physically for a rematch against CM Banks, the man who narrowly and I do mean ever so narrowly escaped my grasp at Dia Del Diablo. From there I had to tend to my wounds within the first week. I needed to rebound quickly, so I could go back to face CM Banks like a man. Look him in the eyes and tell him the honest truth. The truth that I did lose to him. His veteran instincts allowed him to catch me off guard in the most split second counter I’ve ever been a part of in my career. I always give credit where credit is due. But for him to appear on Showdown afterwards and act as if I did not even belong in that ring with him, let alone that I am in his league of competition...needless to say I had an issue with it. Now no matter what CM Banks was going to say, my play from the jump was to be there at Showdown to shake his hand and congratulate him on an amazing match and to thank him for the opportunity. I guess I asked for too much now didn’t I? What I saw and heard from him was far from him giving me my credit for competing neck and neck with him throughout the night. Instead I turn on the monitor to hear how CM Banks was inevitably going to defeat me anyways and how I’m simply just the first of many and all this other crap. To hear that I was merely a statistic to him? Oooooo you have no clue whatsoever how much that boiled my blood! So I rushed down to that ring and told him straight up. Sure, you beat me. But with the way that match went for the longest time, it very easily could have gone the other way if you alter just the slightest detail about the match. That’s how close we were. But CM Banks decides to tell the narrative as he saw fit. Now I’m sure we all know the saying that those who win wars get to write it in history right? Well too bad, so sad for CM Banks. But you only won one battle pal, and I’ve still got plenty of fight in me. Enough fight in fact, to split it amongst six different guys! And Banks, there’s no need for anyone to celebrate on my behalf. They don’t praise me because I come close so many times. They praise me because they adamantly believe and follow the words that come out of my mouth. I am their prophet. The words that I spout out are their gospel. Why? Because there is not a single man on this earth who is more for them than I. NOT A SINGLE ONE! The fact is most of the top spots in Elite Answers Wrestling are occupied by men who build themselves up and herald themselves as larger than life entities for these good people to look up to as omnipotent beings. Men claim they are deities. That they are royalty. That they are perfect in every way. And with all due respect to anyone who is like this, it’s something that I proudly oppose. Because at the end of the day we are all just men and women like the fans. Like those good people who dedicate their time and money to watching us do what we love to do. Just as we dedicate our time to honing our craft in this difficult industry because we love to show off what we are truly capable of for the people! It’s about no one else more so than them. And that’s what you fail to realize CM Banks. But don’t worry you’re not alone because there’s a whole TI Team just like you. There are several in fact.

CM Banks yes you are the originator of all of this. But that does not give you the right to judge me. Nothing gives you the right to judge me. You cannot sit there like you always do. With your legs crossed. That smug smile all over your face. And tell the world that I was merely...the beginning. I say that because you are only half correct. I am the Beginning...and the End! I AM THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA FOR YOU! I am what you started with, and I will be what brings your ending. At the end of the day, all men are created equally. We all bleed the same blood! I fear no man! And I back down from no fight. Banks you can knock me down as many times as you please, but every single time I will continue to stand back up and defy you. I will spit on what you see as correct, because my word will become law here soon enough. I am righteous judgement! Now the special score that I have to settle with you has nothing to do with my aspirations of becoming Answers World Champion or how Sebastian Monroe must be knocked out of office for Dynasty at any and all costs. Our little situation purely stems from the fact that you gave me a loss and you don’t respect me. Those are two wrongs that I am going to correct at Territorial Invasion. And if your assessment of me is that I am simply a man who does not learn from his mistakes and is just accepting of my flaws, then you don’t know me. And that’s your greatest mistake. You beat me off of one split second movement in a matchup that very easily could have spelled your defeat, and now you think you know everything about me. That you’ve got me totally figured out. And I already told you. If you prove without a doubt that you can definitively beat me clean inside of that ring, then that’s that. Only then have you truly proven I’m not a match for you. Until then you can just shut the hell up and put up your fists. Because the fight of your life is coming up this week! And you bring up my other match? You have nothing to do with my other match Banks. What I do on dynasty does not concern you. Never had, never will. That is a completely different scenario from our problem. Now I’ll give away a secret to you if you like. No matter how things play out between you and I, I am going to beat Team Monroe, then move on to House of Glass and beat whoever the Answer World Champion is. But you don’t have to worry about how things play out between us either, because I’m going to take back what was supposed to be mine! When it comes to our match, you are my sole concern. All I care about is getting retribution on you. That’s all there is to it! But I most point out one thing before I go. CONGRATS CM BANKS! YOU ARE THE ONE MILLIONTH PERSON WHO’S DECIDED TO BE A SMARTASS AND SAY THAT ALL I DO IS FAIL TO WIN WORLD TITLES! But there’s one little issue with your logic there pal. If you look back in history, I’ve only had 2 World title matches in my life. And 2 world title contender matches as well, counting the GR as a contenders match that is. TI will have my third. So it’s less that I constantly fail to become a champion and more so that I fail to be given the opportunity to compete in the matches that i deserve to be a part of! Just to point out all the holes in that little statement that you and so many others love to use. Sorry to ruin the party for ya Banksy. But Territorial Invasion is where all my luck changes. I’m digging deep into my bag for this one, no more games, no more holding back. This is the real battle, all or nothing! And I’m leaving it with 2 Ws! I have worked too damn hard for way too long to just roll over here and now. I will go through anyone and anyTHING to reach the mountaintop! Team Monroe in Jacob Senn, Scott Oasis, Nico Borg, Lethal Consequences, Scott Diamond. Potentially my own team mates in Darkane, Target Smiles, Ahren Fournier, and Tyler Parker. And yes most of all...YOU CM BANKS! AUGUST 26TH 2017 WILL BE KNOWN AS THE NIGHT OF NASIR MOORE! BELIEVE IT!