Punishment match she says? For who? I don’t see the main event spotlight against a champion as any sort of punishment. If anything I’ve just been handed an opportunity on a silver platter by Miss GM of the Year, who’s been doing just as bad of a job as Cleo in personal opinion because in Nova’s eyes. Throwing in me into a normal singles match against a champion is a brilliant call, Tarah.(Slow Claps) I mean next week Mr. DEDEDE should be here, probably give our GM her job evaluation and give her the boot out this job as our GLORIOUS general manager. I wonder how it will feel for her when her ex-boyfriend fires her? I mean it might just be a reenacting of their break up… Well, anyway I’m getting off topic… Sorry I just kind of wanted to talk a little bit about Empire’s so-called-leader, Sorry to April who I want to say congrats too. YOU DID IT!! Woo! You finally won the big one that’s eluded you for so long and look at you making your first defense right off the bat! That’s amazing but my overall opinion with April as Specialist Champ is that I don’t care about you. I only care about the championship that you hold high above when getting your hand raised in victory.
 
It makes a really nice target out of you!
 
Especially for me! What seems like ages now, I’ve been trying to get that Specialist Title for what seems like ages. It hasn’t always been on the top of the list of goals since I’ve joined here but it’s still a goal for me. 18 months I’ve been tossed aside while the opportunities I did all that was necessary to get into the title scene but yet, opportunities were handed to people who just walked in and said they wanted a title shot. And here’s April who gets her shot from Tarah Nova handing it to her. Now she stands as Specialist Champion, a prestige killing Champ but a champion nonetheless. Real hardwork to earn that shot! (slow clap) but really Tarah, you're amazing as a GM. Perfect! Man you somehow make me miss Cleo as GM.


Sorry, I got distracted again! Talking about April Song gets boring after a while. She’s just so BORING! Hearing her talk and listening to what she has to say makes me want to go find headphones and block her out with music. It’s true, she’s like  Erica Ford but more Asian if that makes any sense. It’s amazing, pro-wrestling is a sport of colorful personalities and yet there lies Erica Ford. Boring as always! Like lighten up then I can stop yawning all the time GOD! Have you ever heard about being a light hearted at times or do they not teach you at the military, air force or whatever you're from. There must be a good reason why you and Erica Ford get along. Maybe because both of you are absolute cringe whenever anything remotely serious comes out of both of your mouths
 
Either way, do you see my point in this? All you are is someone holding a title that I am chasing. It’s simple as that, April that’s all I think of you as. Some simple woman holding a title that has peaked my interest, I don’t care about the defense against Consuela because it’s time for the here and now, nothing more and nothing less. It’s not that I have anything against April Song; it’s just that her holding a title has peaked my interest. A big time match against a champ in the main event with the world’s eyes all on this match, that sounds like a ton of fun. In the way that you took your opportunity and seized as you became Specialist Champion, I will be doing that as well against you this time. Nice way of catapulting myself right to becoming No1 Contender.
 
I frankly won’t care about your silly comments about who I am because that’s coming from a woman. I don’t have enough time in my life to care about April Dong and her opinions about me but what I do care about is the EAW Specialist title she has, the moment Tarah handed me this so called “punishment” it becomes the best shot at making my claim at your next challenger.
 
And I see you there Matsuda, Thursday why don’t you sit down, relax and enjoy as beat the same woman that eliminated you at PFP. You’re probably jealous like usual, this time at me getting my hands on the Specialist Champion before you can.
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So in the end, April’s eventual loss will help me propel even higher up on Empire. The Ace’s Road to the top is quite a treacherous ones filled with people who just want to knock her back down but it just won’t stop me. Try all you want Erica Ford v2. You just won’t be able to beat me just like your Erica Ford v1.
 
And April Dong, before you say anything I need you to simply….
 
Assen! Na~Yo!
 

Because you might need it during this matchup against me.

Keisha Carter sits at the poolside of a resort, lounging in a deck chair, wearing sunglasses. She seems content to lay back and rest, until she notices the camera, when she then sits up, and rolls her eyes. "Oh, it's you. So, listen, I'll be totally honest...."

She slowly begins to remove her sunglasses, revealing heavy eyebags and smudged mascara. She frowns. "Against Daisy Thrash a few weeks ago, I got beat. I got beat BAD. REAL BAD." She grimaces, for emphasis. "It definitely wasn't my finest moment, and I must say, I have been in some scandalous occasions before."

Then, however, her face slowly becomes more determined, even though she doesn't exactly look the most presentable right now. "But, you know what? Maybe Keisha Carter was not meant just for the lights of NEO. Maybe Keisha deserves to be in front of an even larger audience, one that will appreciate her sass, and her class in equal measure. Maybe what Keisha needs....is an empire." Balling up her fist, she glares. 

Then, however, she blinks. "Not that I'm just gon' come in and start bullying all of these ladies, but what I am just tryin' to say is that maybe I need a do-over, a second chance, a chance to rise from the flames like a glittering, bedazzled, blinged-up phoenix to smite whoever thwarts her journey towards justice. I mean justice, yes I do. I'll only serve bring the Cash Train to whoever deserves it, not some innocent homeless man walking down the street. Unless, he too decides to thwart me on my journey to justice. That's how it's gonna go, you know? Kapeesh, boom, pow, dead!" Keisha looks relatively nonplussed about the whole thing. "Not literally dead, though. Just enough so that they know when they hear Keisha, they hear BUSINESS."

Just then, though, a waiter comes with Keisha's order, a martini, and so she picks it up and continues to drink a bit of it every now and then as she continues to speak. "Like, I'll try to get along with most of the ladies on the roster, I really will. But, if Daisy Thrash expects me to just lay down and take her abuse for a second time, well, well, I just don't think I can be blamed for whatever happens next." With this statement, she begins to drink yet a little bit more of her martini. "Just because I want to be kind and upstanding does not mean that I will be a doormat, letting anyone, and everyone run roughshod over me like some cheap two-dollar ho, okay? Keisha don't work that way." Nodding aggressively, she seems to be agreeing with her own statement.

"Yes, I ended up tapping out to Daisy, but that don't mean I'm just going to do it over again, you know? It is noww time for me to triumph on the big stage, and show the world that sass and class is a magical formula. A formula that will allow to achieve your dreams, live a happy life, and kick ass! Yes, kick ass! You indeed heard that right? Sass plus Class, you know what that equals! AWESOME." Keisha made an explosion motion with her hands, trying to signify the effect her appearance would have on the show.

"So, okay, maybe this all sounds like some kind of hyperbole or something, but I kid you not. I promise, being really real with y'all. It stung like a frickin' b when I lost to Daisy, but I am going to come back stronger this Thursday, when Empire rolls back around, mmkay? I am sad, yes, but that does not mean I have lost all hope! I've still got it in me, and I'm going to go use what is in me to get in there, get in that ring, and prove to everyone in EAW that no, I am not a push over. I am Keisha Carter, and I have got my eyes on the prize."

She points towards the camera, and stares at it. "Well, bring it on Daisy, because this time, I'm ready for you. The question is though, are you ready for me? Let's get to it, Riot Grrrl, and we'll see who'll crumble when it comes down to it." Keisha winks at the camera, as it slowly fades to black.

"Don't tell me I did not warn you."

How many hops does it take to ascend to madness? It seems to be a redundant theme that retrogrades itself in the land of Dynasty time and time again; ergo, everyone seems a little fucked up in the head, which makes my adulation for The Golden Jackalope mundane in comparison. It’s okay, I can live with that. We are all equals with The Golden Jackalope which is why I proselytize to all the fellow believers and non-believers into hearing the only truth that matters. The masses can dismiss my words as a “flavor of the month” or say that I’m just a fad that will go away as quickly as fidget spinners, but just take a look at the crowd when my entrance plays. Look at all the Golden Jackalopes who are looking for the golden rabbit’s foot, and who want to pet the illustrious fur of the only omniscient; omnipotent creature in existence. It took a little while but I think I’m starting to carve my niche back into Elite Answers Wrestling, and it’s quite fun, I forgot what true happiness feels like while I soar through the galaxy of enlightenment with The Golden Jackalope in the pilot’s seat. Tears streaming down my face as my heart slowly emerges from the black hole that had began to form in my chest, once formed from the likes of people like Nico Borg.

If there is one thing that I can’t stand, it’s people who are false prophets. Nico has fooled the fans, other wrestlers and promoters into believing that he is something special, and a lot of it comes from the words that come out of his mouth. Here is a man who is so desperate for attention, that he would grab the closest thesaurus in order to substitute words to make others appear philistine. Congratulations on studying vernacular semantics, but you can’t just throw big words around without knowing context and the proper pronunciation. Words matter, Nico. You can’t just throw random vocabulary against the wall like a pile of shit to see what sticks and what doesn’t. This doesn’t make you come across as educated, instead you just come off as a giant douche who can’t connect to the audience you are talking to. When it comes to Elite Answers Wrestling’s audience, it doesn’t take a spiel of verbal garbage in order to make your point. All it takes is using the right words, albeit simple words, in order to create a beginning, middle and end in order for anyone to understand the message you are trying to get across. Don’t misunderstand me though, I’m not trying to appease to the lowest common denominator, Borg. Just take a look at the accumulation of people who are drawn to my faith. I talk to them like a normal human being would, as if we met up at a coffee shop and discussed our favorite pastimes. There’s no one to impress, and I’m not forcing them to watch my interviews again in order to grasp what is coming out of my mouth. That’s why they understand me, that’s why they are drawn to me in a way you would never understand until you are in the middle of the ring surrounded by the millions of Golden Jackalopes inhabiting it.  

This isn’t a religion, this is a way of life. It’s time for the religions of old to finally perish away, they’ve become too cumbersome with their outdated laws that continue to alienate sexuality, genders and culture. No one is going to be bothered showing up to the great churches seeking enlightenment when the biggest enemies are the ones still preaching sermons in an old undilated style. It’s the “cleansers of sins”, such as yourself, that are no longer the ones promoting positivity and wellbeing in our society. You are nothing more than a nuisance in the way of Millennial life. A crazy “one man army” who just produces more harm than good because he thinks it’s still the 15th century when crusade were necessary for conversion. This is why people are turning away and seeking me. The Golden Jackalope is not trying to punish the wicked, we are all mammals flying in his galaxy. Instead of perishing sin, all you’ve done is spread it across the canvas of Elite Answers Wrestling; making it an even murkier than it already was. You haven’t perished anything except for the righteous virtues that you tried to bring to light, yet you’ve gained about 100 pounds of ego from that Cash In The Vault win.

You did fool enough people to get the Cash In The Vault, which is something that I can commend you on, but the CITV doesn’t mean jackshit until the moment you actually cash it in successfully. Until that moment happens, you are nothing more than the Vault’s cuck, only making decisions based on the situations surrounding it. Unlike your Cash In the Vault, the Golden Jackalope allows me to think freely and make my own decisions, which is why I’m able to flourish under the spotlight and show the world what kind of power I possess on my own. You are strapped to that Cash In the Vault, and I wouldn’t be surprised if every second you are having thoughts about when to cash it in, and who you will cash in against. Hell, you might not even have the Cash In the Vault if you can’t defend it properly and I bet that eats you up inside too. Always having to prove yourself to the Vault as someone worthy of holding it, always having to proclaim your worth to an inanimate object that might as well be hiding a gimp suit and leash inside. It would fit you quite nicely. I thought this was the 21st century. I thought slavery had been abolished. Yet, it’s funny that you abandoned following your angels to follow that Cash In the Vault. Once a follower, always a follower. I walk hand in hand with The Golden Jackalope instead of having to look up and take orders and that’s because:



The Golden Jackalope is love.
The Golden Jackalope is life.
We are all Golden Jackalopes.

This journey is not fueled on the opinions of others, there is no sense of being burdened by such insignificant ramblings. I'm a multiple time Champion in this company by simply doing things my way on my terms. The journey that's brought me here never mislead me in my endless pursuits, and it doesn't really matter at this point what I have to do or who I have to tread on just to achieve everything I desire, because in the end it's the journey and only the journey that can bring forth the ultimate experience in the end of reaching the summit.

So inconsequential you are to me.

In the end you just need to fall.

Frittered by small details, recounting past conquests when battling this elitist as if that’s supposed to change your fate, when really any intelligent fool can make things seem bigger than they're supposed to be, more complex than is necessary, and more violent by simply speaking such. You seek to talk and walk straight, but priding yourself on your own complexity and cunningness, it’s so easy to deride others for being far less complex, or rather simplistic without realizing how much of the truth you are trying to evade yourself. The truth is not too complicated to accept. You need a Triumvirate to ensure your dominance, to make you feel comfortable and at ease anytime your reign is threatened. The crowns you hold, you give less meaning to with each cowardice act you display to show how undeserving you really are. I never needed it. I believe in simplicity. It’s astonishing as well as sad, how with many trivial affairs, even those that make someone seem wisest because they think they need to respond to each one, when they are still no less certain to trip and fall, crash and burn all the same as those they choose to deride when their wells of good fortune runs dry unexpectedly. I’m far more prepared than I ever was for you in the King of Elite tournament. Last time, admittedly I had exceeded beyond my means, acting as a student and still almost took away a moment from you that you would've never been able to live down. This time, I’m able to measure the means of the battle ahead. The mathematician that can now routinely solve equations with only little to moderate thought, freeing the equations of all the incumbency, and solving it just like I will this Saturday. My well? It’s not decided by whether you can turn me back again, because let’s face it, Tiberius, I’m not too far behind you at all. Unfortunately there’s nothing you have that I can’t take from you within the blink of an eye, but there is nothing you can take from me, and there is no reality that you can produce before my very eyes that would ever be able to make me think twice about anything I do to you come Showdown. I already acknowledged before that it didn’t matter how your success came to be, but it makes you no less of a coward. You won a crown based from someone else's greediness at King of Elite this year, and not by some well thought out orchestration to demonstrate your power, especially at that time when you had none to begin with. Once you did though, you used that power to win a World title, and since then you’ve done nothing to convince me that I can’t mow you down and move on my way, and taking that which brings your name value with me.

The future is bound by nothing.

A foretelling prophet you are not.

You're barely worth the trouble.

Possessions, outward success, publicity, luxury – to me these have always been contemptible, but I don’t need it, because I know I can succeed without it. I don’t need to sell you on anything when everything I have said so far has simply been reciprocated by that of your brazen attitude and your ill-timed complacency as predictably as a child set to be punished for being defiant, because that’s all you are in the end. Life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. If I thought I wasn’t capable my rising up to the occasion, I wouldn’t be here. I wouldn’t have recovered properly after losing any time I’ve been turned back, and that will be made clear as we both proceed into the future. All the experiences I’ve been through bring me here. When I walked out and started the undoing of Damien Murrow's time as General Manager by forcing his hand through Mr. DEDEDE, I opened a door, Tiberius. This experience is one that I will throw in with the rest. I will take away that which you value most, and be on my way. The thing of it is, nowadays all I ever see are others like you with domineering personalities, who are loud, obnoxious, looking to noisily stake their personalities at every turn. You wish to be unique, but when broken down properly it’s easy to see how much like any makeshift level of talent you actually are. So to say that I’m not at your level, because you hold two titles simultaneously that you can’t even make stand up under your own merit certainly says more about this elitist at the moment regardless if you tend to agree or not. The theatrics at Dia Del Diablo aside, there was nobody that physically intervened in my match. It took a Triumvirate to put down the brilliance of a single rookie, a timely well thought out strategy that ensured the odds we’re ever in your favor. However, in realizing how much Theron was willing to show you some mercy in honoring you by openly acknowledging his intentions, it's easy to see how it's likely a sure thing that lightning strikes twice, de ja vu when your Triumvirate has to come at your Beck and call when it's you that will be at my mercy. 

Nobody expects anything less from you at this point.

You're shields are weak, and your armor is flimsy.

Taking from you just as I have with others is hard.

But not when you are making it so easy for me.

The achievements, they're great. Any achievement is a reflection of the greatness and potential from within, there is no doubting that. It brings great joy and satisfaction to me in knowing that when placed in situations such as this, I've been more than capable of taking what I knew to rightfully be mine, and yet still people want to underestimate me. Very few though take pride in considering what it did to the careers of those they took from. What it did to the others, their psyches ever compromised, left to try and pick up the pieces from their wounded pride and broken egos. I'm one of the very few who do. I've been taking something from each foe that has ever been placed before me, but it's something tangible as such your EAW Championship happens to be, is what brings to me the greatest of joys. Being able to alter your future in this company as I have with many others will only make this experience even more so well worth the travel it took just to come to this stop in my journey. You have everything to prove after it took you and three others just to find certain victory at Dia Del Diablo. If you want to pull off the same strategy against me, I won't even or bat an eye in shock, because it would've proved in the end that everything I called you out on was correct. It may be that there is no such consequence from your perspective based from the way you see yourself, but deep deep down you will know that the gold you wear is just another one of the possessions you hold that's no more important to you than the value it can bring to your name, but you'll never be revered as a man or a champion. Then again, that isn't something you're going to need to contemplate once this is over and you return to your empty Kingdom titleless.

♚Tiberius IV is seen within the designated hotel for many members of EAW, having just arrived with an entourage of ladies from Spain.♚

TIV: Oh I’m telling you, I may have gotten here late but it really is because of me all the EAW events have been going on around here laely, where the Roman’s use to walk in power and prestige. I’m just like the Tiberius of old, and these people call me king, they’re all crazy abo--

♚Tiberius IV stops in his tracks as he sees a certain staff member, Tiberius is spotted by this exuberant man in a crowd of other EAW staff, he points at Tiberius.♚

Guy: Shit it’s TJ! I mean Ti! I told you I knew him! He used to be one of us, he’s a totally cool guy! Boy oh boy, look at those girls! Nobody can handle all that, I won’t let him down, he needs a wing man! Come on camera crew!

♚The man comes running over to Tiberius, tripping on his way, but getting up and running with a smile on his face like nothing happened as Tiberius shakes his head and the girls show doubt about sticking around.♚

Guy: Hey, you girls are about to be famous! This is state of the art tech recording every ounce of your graceful beauty with the king, it’ll be broadcasted for the globe to see!

♚As obvious models you’d find on Instagram and always flocking around famous people’s entourage, the women become existed. Tiberius surprised the moment wasn’t ruined begins to smile….♚

Guy: And don’t worry, my friend here knows how handle that tail!

♚Tiberius’ eyes grow wide open.♚


1 chick: Um, who’s this dork? We aren’t prostitutes.

TIV: Forget about him, he’s just some guy who helped as an editing assistant to a friend of mine back in the day.

Guy: Oh no, he doesn’t handle tail with money or fame, he’s got a big front tail of his own! I’m telling you, it’s at least 10 inc-

Other chick: Yep, we’re out of here.

♚Tiberius just looks at the guy, the guy shakes his head at the ladies completely unaware of his surroundings.♚

Guy: Their loss! Anyways my man, where’s Anubis been lately? You guys totally left us without a word. You know if he was around, maybe you’d get  MVE, the new writer’s all types of crazy. You won the main event match of the FPV to retain your title for Christ sakes!

TIV: Whatever.

Guy: Oh come on, no time for your old pals? I heard you were all in with that Drake guy now. What, were we and Anubis not cool enough for ya? Come on, we can do anime moves too! Let me show you this Rasengan I’ve been practicing.

TIV: I have a championship match to get ready for! Plus I know Rex's watching, probably wanted to send a message in the next few hours, I don't got time to wait for him, let alone if he'll likely drop it a few minutes before the day's over, I got some bedding to do.

Guy: Huh, really? Cause it was sounding like the guys were saying when it came to your opponent, you couldn’t give any less fucks?

TIV: Fewer.

Guy: What?

TIV: I just had to do it.

Guy:….You’re an even bigger dork than I am, you and Drake both!

TIV: At least we know Naruto is trash. I will not suffer such abominations here. This is not Azumi’s Tumblr page! This isn't even the EAW feed!

Guy: How did you get Jaywalker, Ares, and Lannister to help you out anyways?

TIV: Why do people keep asking that? The Vendetta and Lannister family lines are royalty, such as myself. As for Jaywalker? What is hard to understand about the broker of the J-Dynasty forking out some aid for a man he sponsors? I gave him my Grand Rampage spot years back to fuck with Senn, it’s about time he repays the favour. If you want to know more, just check into Showdown.

Oh. I hear that knuckle dragger Pizza Boy retained his championship, is that true? Albeit, he pals around with general manager authority, you never see me cozying up to managerial power to get ahead.

Guy: He did retain.

TIV: Then I guess I best not allow myself to be outdone in defenses this week, unlike that coward Jamie O’Hara who will main event Voltage like we have our respective brands, but refuses to put his prize on the line.

Suddenly all the tapes since our encounter I watched, all this time listening to his dry borefest speeches, it’s all worth it dinoboy! I’ve got two clowns to outclass right now! Rex, try to keep up with mere out there.

Pizza Boy, Jamie, watch how it’s really done!
♚Tiberius does some shadow boxing, and then goes to his room for the rest he needs for tomorrow. ♚

(We start this promo off with David Davidson, surprised? I know. He’s the last person you would expect right now. He has his title resting on his left shoulder. Yeah, switching it up. Usually it’s on his right, but thought he would show some love to his left. He’s walking towards The RAD Betting Agency with just a swagtastic walk. He stops and sees what’s going on. He sees Jack gambling with the old women from his promo earlier today. He sees the interviewer reaching his hand out on the ground, asking for help after Jack hit him with a Superkick right on the button. David looks at the interviewer for a second but pretends to not see him and begins to whistle. There’s just too much going on so David begins to walk aawy until he stops dead in his tracks.)

David: No! It can’t be!!! 

(The camera turns to an old woman who is like 80 years old, smoking a cigarette while sitting in her wheelchair. David closes his eyes, hoping she won’t be there. He opens and yep, still there. This is the woman that David saved from a fire when he was on Dynasty Wrestling back in the day. That’s how David got the nickname “The Dude That Saved An Old Woman From A Fire.”)

Old Woman: Well well well…if it isn’t the dweeb that ruined my life. 

David: Oh my god you’re still hung up on this? I SAVED YOU…FROM A FIYAH!!! YOU WOULD BE DEAD RIGHT NOW IF IT WASN’T FOR ME! **David says this next part under his breath** Even though you’ll probably die any second now.

Old Woman: Bitch how? I was sitting in my home, enjoying peace and quiet while watching Price Is Right. That Bob Barker sure is a young stallion. But then you come charging in, saying my house is on fire, even though it was just my fireplace. The next thing I know, you sling me over your shoulder and drop me on the sidewalk outside, cracking my hip. As a result I could no longer take care of myself because of that injury so I had to check into a nursing home. You ruined my life. 

David: Oh my god where is the off button on you? Cry a little more, why don’t you. You’ve been put through way worse. You lived through the Great Depression. World War 2. RoViper’s first title reign back in 1924. Just go eat a liver and onions meal. It’s like 3 o’clock, this is when you people eat dinner. 

Old Woman: Yeah you’re lucky it’s dinner time. Once I’m done eating and take my nap afterwards I’m gonna come kick your ass. 

David: Enough with the flirting. Get away from me. 

(She wheels away off into the distance. David has a sigh of relief.)

David: You know, I actually fear that woman. She has nothing to lose. I mean she is about to die at any given moment, so won’t even try her. But as for my opponents this week, especially Mark Michaels? Fear doesn’t creep into my mind. Not even for a split second. It’s painfully obvious that when it comes to Mark Michaels, he is predictable. You can read him like a book before he even does anything. He’s emotional. He wears his little heart out on his sleeve. He uses swear words to get his point across, at least he hopes. Like chill with the vituperation before I take a bar of soap and lodge it down your throat so you can learn some manners. Then you can go sit in a corner and think about what you did. Hopefully while you have that time alone, you realize just how egregious you are. But I’m not counting on it. You are who you are, Mark. I’ve accepted it. But you haven’t. I can see why. Running away from the truth is the only option you were left with. Or in gambler terms, you are playing the cards you were dealt. And let me say, you’re not fooling anyone. Your poker face is shaky at best. You keep trying to convince Jack and I that you have pocket Aces. But nah, you’re more of a seven-two offsuit kind of guy. 

Like I said, you’re just so basic. Especially when it comes to your jejune comments and insults…if you can even call them insults in the first place. For starters, you mocked my name, which is rich when it’s coming from a guy named Mark Michaels, perhaps the most average name of them all…but I digress. So you bring up my name and while doing so, you casually mention my father. I get it, you’re trying to get a reaction out of me. Trying to throw me off my game. And I’ll admit, sometimes I can be bit of a loose cannon if my opponents press the right buttons, which is something you have yet to do and let’s be honest, you never will. I’m cool as a cucumber. I’m just standing here, relaxing with my title. A title that has the name David Davidson engraved in it. What a horrible name. You have made that much clear. But if I can, let’s go back to my original point, since I went on bit of a tangent. When my opponent brings up my name, I can’t help but rub my hands together and sport an evil grin because I feel like I got you right where I want you. Like a bunny going for the carrot under the shoe box attached to a string. Yep, you’re trapped and you reek of desperation. You have nothing on me. It’s soooo obvious. So you resort to your childish tactics. I stand by my comment when I called you unoriginal and you proved my point. You fell for the same trap as roughly half of my opponents from the past. Besides, making fun of my name is soooo 2015. It’s quite clear that you are simply incapable of thinking outside the box. That’s why you say the same shit as everybody else, especially when it comes to describing yourself. Your level of narcissism is very off putting and uncomfortable. You remind me of my previous opponent, Azumi in that sense. She was so set on calling herself the greatest professional wrestler today...I kid you not. And you’re doing the same exact thing. Here’s a secret, if you’re as good as you think you are, people will say it for you, instead of you being a broken record about it. Sure, The High Rollerz can be cocky at times. I have never disputed otherwise. We continuously say that we are the greatest tag team in EAW history. Especially when you factor in our young age. We will only get better. I mean we are still a decade away from being in our prime. Let that sink in for a second. But at least we have evidence to back up our bold claims. These titles. While your augment of being “the best athlete in EAW today” has no legs to stand on. 

Jack and I have both pointed out your lack of progress. You are the same person you were back in 2015 from a talent standpoint. Think about that. I know you don’t want to because well, it’s true, but please, think about what I just said for a second. It’s alarming. It’s alarming how guys like Ryan Marx and Rex have been here for a year less than you and yet, they have surpassed you in every way imaginable. There are many other elitists I could bring up, but I’ll just keep it to Showdown. So what is your claim to fame again? Oh that’s right, all these moral victories. You brag about how you took guys like DDD, Crash, and Lucian to their limit. I’m sure if I asked them, they wouldn’t even recall the match because when it comes to Mark Michaels, you don’t exactly leave a lasting impression. You my friend are fungible in every sense of the word. This is why you always find yourself in these multi-men matches to determine a number one contender for whatever title. Yes, I know this is a touchy subject because you view yourself as better than that, when the fact of the matter is you can clump guys like you, Nova, and Lucas Johnson together. You’re all near the same skill level. Just like Kramer in Seinfeld was in a karate class with a bunch of six year olds. They were at the same skill level. So nothing to be shamed about. I mean I recall you mentioning those two guys specifically in your rebuttal. You talk about how those two try to besmirch your reputation. The fact that you even bring those two up, aka the two punching bags of Showdown just proves to me that you are in fact mid-tier at best. So what if your ceiling is low and you’ve already reached it? You still get paid good money to be here. Collect those minimum wage checks. That’s what your worth, anyways. But if you get more, then you are robbing them blind.

(David takes a few seconds to readjust his title. He looks around at The RAD Betting Agency before continuing.)

You were right about one thing, however. Yes even a broken clock is right twice a day. And it was about our match at House of Glass a few years back. You’re right, you didn’t go through a glass table, neither were you the one that got pinned. What can I say, other then I demonstrated nescience on the topic. I’m man enough to admit I was wrong. But towards the very end, did Y2Impact not hit you with a Evisceration? He could have easily pinned you to end the match, but what would that do? It’s not like pinning Mark Michaels gives you any street cred or ups your reputation as a professional wrestler. But pinning DDD does, so I understand their decision at the time. Just like beating you and Kaise does nothing for us. When we beat you, are we supposed to brag about it the following week? Nope, it does nothing for us long term or short term because it’s expected for guys like us to beat guys like you. This is a tag match. We are the tag team champs. The shoo-in to be tag team of the year. When it comes to us as a unit in that ring, we have made it clear that we are nonpareil. This is why you are so ravenous for a victory this week. A win against us opens the door for a future tag title shot. Most likely on your own because once again you decided to throw dirt on your partner’s name. Which I’m not surprised about because your voice often puts you bad situations. Perhaps one day you will stop putting your foot in your mouth, but seeing as how I’m a betting man, I wouldn’t count on it. Speaking of your partner, he has made it clear that he doesn’t care about this match and I don’t blame him. I only care about this match because it’s a tag match. That’s it. If it wasn’t, I probably wouldn’t have said a single word this week. Wouldn’t be worth it. That’s why my voice hasn’t been as stentorian as it usually is. This matchup is boring to us. Yeah, let’s just call a spade a spade. You aren’t fun to talk to. You have no personality, even though you are convinced otherwise. You are just like every other brash rookie who overrates themselves and let me tell you, boy oh boy do you overrate yourself. At first I laughed because I didn’t think you were serious but now that I know you mean every single thing you say, it’s almost like I feel bad for you. It’s like you have to entertain yourself because else you would die of boredom. When you go to visit the GM, I’m sure the first thing that they tell you is they have nothing for you. You just float around. Like a blimp, doing nothing. Or a piece of furniture collecting dust. I mean back at House of Glass weren’t you thrown into a random tag team with some guy named Brando? Otherwise you would have been left off the card. And I’m sure you blamed him for coming up short back then. Just like you blame everybody else for your current position in this company. Just like how you’ll blame Kaise this week for your upcoming L. Your routine is annoying. In fact you are annoying, period. You live behind your phone and keyboard too much to even know how to interact with another human being. It sure seems like you haven’t had many in real life conversations because I was clearly joking and being sarcastic about when I said we collected your DNA because with all the shit you talk, it would be expected for you to back it up, which you don’t do. So yeah I jokingly said that maybe there are two Mark Michaels, one trying to sabotage the other. Yet you took that joke and ran with it and tried to pass it off as me being serious. What a reach and what a swing and a miss. Please, get a grasp on reality. Making ridiculous claims like how we should envy you is just mind-boggling. What do you have that we should envy in the first place? Your fake internet friends on social media? Yep, I’m so broken up about that, sheesh. You know what? I’m done with you. I can only take so much. I just hope that come tomorrow night, you have your excuses ready to go for when you come up short once again. I mean you sure do disappoint when it comes to talking and the actual wrestling aspects of this business, but when it comes to making excuses? You are in a league of your own. They are in fact, “Picture Perfect.”

(David grins a little bit before walking away. He walks right by the interviewer who still has his hand out, trying to get David to help him up. Instead David steps on his hand while he walks by. The end.)

(You can see Jack Ripley all dapper wearing a three piece suit. What's the occasion? Does he really need one? He's one half of the greatest tag team this company has ever seen. He's got a loving wife at home who has the appearance of a super model. He drives a Tesla, and he owns one of the most profitable businesses this world has ever seen. As a matter of fact he's walking to it right now! He sees the Interviewer standing in front of the door with his arms crossed, sun glasses on even though he's inside a building where there is no sun. He's trying to look professional by wearing a suit he got at a thrift store for 10 dollars. He has a new toupee on and he's on top of the world with the position that he thinks Jack gave him. He's mean mugging everyone as they walk by, completely oblivious that people are walking past the door frame and into the Betting Agency/Casino that they have. Jack walks up to him, he's none too pleased.)

Jack: Interviewer what the hell are you doing?!

Interviewer: Jack! I'm loving the new position thanks for hiring me!

Jack: What are you talking about? I just said stand outside that's not a position that's me telling you to get away from me! 

Interviewer: So anyways, I've been keeping all the shenanigans out, I can tell a trouble maker when I see one.

Jack: What are you talking about, we are far over capacity I can see from here you moron... And they're all middle aged men! David has a strict policy that the vag to dick ratio must be 95:5 minimum. You're really making me regret telling you stand out here...

Interviewer: Oh not to cut you off Jack...

Jack: Which you just did...

Interviewer: But we got some company, and I don't like the looks of it

(An Elderly group of woman make their way to the door)

Jack: What the hell are you doing Interviewer?

Interviewer: May I help you?

Old Woman: Yeah we are here to gamble! Right ladies?!

Other old Women: YEAAAAHHH WOOOO!

Interviewer: Nuh uh, I don't think so I don't like the looks of this, open your purses ladies!

Old Woman: Huh?

(Interviewer grabs her purse and shakes it upside down. Hard candies, napkins, pills, coupons, and old receipts from 50 years ago fall out)

Jack: Interviewer ! What are you doing!

Interviewer: UH huh! Just what I suspected!

(He picks up one of the hard candies)

Interviewer: Looking to poison someone here tonight? Not on my watch

(Interviewer turns the old woman around, and pushes her on the ground. He pins her, and whips out some plastic handcuffs he got in the toy section at Walmart.)

Old Woman: AAAHHHH WHAT ARE YOU DOING GET OFF OF ME!!

Interviewer: HELP ME OUT JACK SHES A SQUIRMER GRAB HER LEGS!

Jack: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING THATS MY GRANDMA YOU CUNT IM GOING TO KILL YOU

Interviewer: Oh... What? So it's not a terrorist? Unless... WAIT! Is your grandma a terrorist?

(Jack superkicks the fuck out of the Interviewer. He helps up his grandma and leads the group into the Rad Betting Agency. He shuts the door and kicks the Interviewer while he was down. His toupee is laying on the ground next to him, he may be dead.)

Jack: Got my suit all messed up and shit. Interviewer when you wake u p from your unconscious state, we are going to have a real talk.. But right now, that would be of no use.. So I guess I'll take this time to talk to Mike Showman... Oh oops I mean Mark Michaels. You two are very very similar, basically the same person sorry got you mixed up.

I don't know how you keep this egoistical façade up Mark. If I was you, I would've given up years ago. You must really love this business to still be in it honestly. You say  you're the best at this, and the best at that when in reality, you're bottom tier. You're the Natty Ice of EAW Elitists. You say that you have every move down to a more than textbook form, which would be great if it was true... But it just isn't. Here's the face Mark, you see us, The High Rollerz, we left. We left for a year while you stayed here scratching and clawing doing what you could do to get noticed. But have you? Let's look at the facts and we'll see that you have never won a  title, you have never a high stakes match worth any ounce of importance... I.E. CITV, KOE, Grand Rampage, or Tag Team Grand Prix etc. You have no accomplishments to your name in the 2 year? that you've been here? Meanwhile you have a ton of new guys coming in and passing you by like every day. Rex McAllister, Ryan Marx, Nico Borg, Ahren Fournier, all have surpassed you in there little time here. And then you have us! We left like I said, while you stayed and did nothing. We come back after a year hiatus and won the tag titles within a month and a half of being back. But the argument everyone always says, there was no tag division, and we had an easy road to the titles. But here we are 8 months later still the Tag Team Champions, an we've defended them every month, and have taken all comers. Now there's another Tag Team Grand Prix match and we're going to have to be the Final Boss of that tournament. You know how hit is, the final Boss is always the hardest character to beat. While you, you will continue to be stagnant, and not do a damn thing with your career. You can say that you're the best all you want but the proof isn't there. Look at all the guys that have done so much more than you, and then look back at yourself and try telling yourself that you're on their level. Look at what we've done and try to tell us that you're on our level. I'm sure you'll have no problem saying it, hell I even think you'll believe it, but honestly, you're the only one who does. The truth of the matter is you're what they call in the sports world, a role player. You come off the bench to make the star players look good, but have no where near the same level as talent as those guys. You play your part well, you get beat up by the better talent and you do make them look very good. So thanks in advance for that.

Now you keep bringing up that one match from 2 years ago that no one cares about. It sounds to me that that match was the highlight of your career, and you're bragging about you not being hurt in it. Well congrats on being a massive pussy, we're talking some Kim Kardashian pussy. So you didn't have any war wounds and you're happy about that? That just shows me that you're content with being mediocre.. If that. Ok, since I'm all about sports analogies today I'll give you another.  When you watch a baseball game, a football game, a soccer game... Any game with grass or dirt. You look at the players with dirt on their pants, with grass stains, scratches, bruises, you look at them and you say wow that guy is working hard. Then you look at the guy next to him with a perfectly clean uniform and what do you think? Well clearly that guy isn't trying hard enough, and should be on the bench for his lack of effort. You're the guy with the lack of effort. If these titles mean as much to you as you say they do, then you would've been thrown through a glass table, you would've been bleeding, because this business is about taking risks. How can you be proud of being unscathed in a glass gauntlet match? How is that even possible? And don't say because you're just that good, because if you were that good you would've won the match. I don't remember the match much but I'm guessing that you were hiding under the ring or something when the action went down because you got a little scared of the glass shards flying around the ring? But BUT! That's not even the worst part of it, the worst part was that you said you went back to your hotel room and CELEBRATEED after LOSING. You really are just the biggest loser on the face of the planet, that not being hurt is a victory for you. What are you just so used to being hurt that you had to celebrate finally not being so fragile? Is that all you wanted to accomplish? I get that it's a dangerous match, and you were happy that you were ok, but what a shitty mentality. You're never going to be a champion in this business, and saying shit like that proves it. I mean here you are bragging that you were IN two hell's warpath matches, a ring of fire battle royal, ladder matches, and just 7 days ago a burning tables match.. You're proud that you were in the matches and just survived! What about winning Mark! You forgot about that part didn't you? That's kind of the whole point of having these matches to determine who the best is. It's not the person that is in the most hellacious matches, it's the person that actually wins them. But you're not about that life, you're just into bragging about your skills... Or lack there of and surviving.

And yeah Mark I did say the best thing you've done was challenge for a title, and I'll say it again. The best thing you've ever done was challenge for a title... You got your hand raised in a title match, but you didn't win the title. Therefore again, you're not a champion, and all you did was challenge for it. That's all you did, So yeah I was right... Thanks for confirming that. And way to blame others for your own faults, you seem like a great guy to be friends with. You seem like the kind of guy that would sell his own friends out for his own benefit. But that's not me, I would never do that to my friends, that's what makes the High Rollerz so good. We know we can trust each other, and we'll come out on top every single time, and we have. I don't need singles glory, we came into this business together, this was always the plan. And as for singles competition I'm no slouch, I mean I have competed in singles competition. I did have a match for the National Elite Championship once in our first run, but just like you I failed. But I'm man enough to admit it, I'm not going to place the blame on anyone else but myself. Like a man does. That's the difference between us, I'm a man, and you're a child trying to be in a mans world, and how's that going for you? Not well evidentially. So if this was a singles match, I would still have no problem kicking your ass. It is still wrestling after all, the same thing I've been doing for years and years. Whether someone is standing on the apron for me or not doesn't matter, I know exactly what I'm doing in the ring and that wouldn't change on my own. But that's a non issue regardless because this team of the High Rollerz, we're not going any where any time soon. And after you face the High Rollerz your hopes of being a champion  here in EAW? Well those thoughts aren't going any where either, because your career is going to stay in the same place as it's always been, forever.

Now I'm going to go tend to my grandmother who has gone through a lot tonight due to the incompetence of an out of shape slob with a superiority complex... So you in about 5 years.

(Jack gives one more kick to the ribs of the Interviewer as he walks back inside the RAD Betting Agency, and closes the door. Scene fades to black.)

I can hardly contain the beast within me. For the past few nights leading up to now, it has been hard for me to sleep because I've had so many thoughts and emotions continuously running through my mind but if I have to give it a description, I would call it pure excitement. For months now I had to deal with demons within myself about my past, demons of alcohol and depression and drug use and physical demons that are living and breathing humans. When I think back on how my life was before I met my daughter it felt like I was in an infinite loop within my own nightmare called hell and when I often look up at the sky getting high on whatever drug that was coursing through my body I felt a tad bit of regret, envy, and despair. At that point, I wish my life would die right then and there but for some reason, I wasn't able to die. I tried to wonder why God himself wouldn't take me out of my misery because I lost literally everything and I've given up on a lot of things including to will to live. I kept asking myself over and over on why I'm still alive and why couldn't I just rest for eternity away from the world and the sins that embody it because I wanted to be part of the world where I can finally find peace. For a while, I wondered to myself if God himself was keeping me alive to endure whatever hardship and refuse to send me to hell where my soul could be in agony for the rest of my days. But, then I realized shortly after that my punishment for my sins that I have caused during my life was to let the demons and the nightmares consume my life. As I watch the day begin and ends constantly I have been haunted by the memories of my entire life being played before me every time I would pass out on a high. I wonder to myself on where in my life did I go wrong but instead of that, I should've been asking why couldn't my life be a good one? Or better yet, what is my true purpose in life and where can I find this place called happiness and I quickly came to realize that this was my hell and this why my punishment. I lost everything that I once had and I were left with absolutely nothing to call my own and I could say that I lost my identity that I was once proud of. But among the internal chaos within my mind, body, spirit and within the darkness there was a light. It was faint but it caught my attention and when I look onwards I saw a hand reaching out to me and when I came to I found myself in a hospital and I saw that every cut, scars, bruises etc were tended to. I looked around and I saw a woman and to what I assumed was her child who seems to have been standing next to my bed side like I was someone important to them. When I think back on it now I remember asking the woman on why she saved me from myself and why she didn't she let this world and its evils take me away and kill me? Then I remember very well that she walked over to my bed and slapped the shit out of me. Behind that slap, I felt a lot of emotions and what I sense from her were sorrow and pity for me. But then she soon explained herself and behind her action and she admitted that she would rather see me die in the pit of my own despair that I was at before she rescued me. But, she told me that she had an obligation to the little girl that was standing in the room with me witnessing it all and also revealed to me that I had an obligation as well because I wasn't allowed to die yet. She told me that little girl was our child and when I looked at the woman in disbelief I was literally shell shocked about the news that I couldn't even utter a single word but my mind and my heart was racing that day that I couldn't believe what she had said. She further revealed to me who she was and that it was a one night stand at some town when EAW came through and I was fresh off a victory when I won my New Breed Championship and made the milestone of becoming the only man in the company's history to have held both Young Lions Cup and the New Breed Championship simultaneously and I went out to the town to celebrate. Then that's when our paths have crossed and our fate has intertwined. She revealed afterward that she found out that she was pregnant and she couldn't figure out who the baby was since she was a hot tailed woman back then, to begin with, so there were multiple people that she slept around with. But as time moved on she moved away from that lifestyle and gave birth to a beautiful baby girl named Leighla. Then she said as time has marched forward and as she has gotten older she told me that she looked a lot like me and from watching my career unfold on the television she could see the striking resemblance and when she came to realize who the father was she broke down in tears and cursed inside her head wishing it not to be true. They told me they saw me rise to the top and crumble under the pressure multiple times and it was hard for her and the daughter to watch but they stuck through and kept watching. She said it was Leighla that felt comfortable enough to meet me since I was away from wrestling for a while and for months the mother hesitated in wanting to meet not knowing how I would react and she had it in her mind that I would reject the thought of having a daughter. It's been about three or four years since she has been alive and she didn't have a father to be there for her in all this time and yet she decided on her own that she wanted to meet me. When I looked at my baby girl into her eyes I could felt the resentment she had for me and the hatred that her mother has for me. I could tell that they hated the man that I became and how weak I was letting this world reduce me to the man that I was laying in that hospital wanting to die and but yet God has other plans on why he wants me to stay on this Earth. It's then I realized this was the moment he kept me alive for, he wanted me to be the man I'm supposed to be a father figure to my little girl who has watched me since she could remember. She knew I was her father and I knew that she was my daughter and among the chaos within my soul and my willingness to die, she gave me a purpose that I have been yearning for a very long time. She gave me feelings that I thought was dead. Hatred, sorrow, happiness, and so on and so forth I felt them all and when I got up from my hospital bed. I got up and kneeled right before of them and I made a vow that day and swore to them on my life that I will never return to the days where I beg for my life to come to an end. I swore it to them I will return to this company known as EAW and I will prosper like I've never done before and I will succeed no matter what. At that time I grabbed a knife and stabbed my hand and letting it bleed for both to see the severity of my oath. I told them both that I will return to this very company and be the Ryan Savage that I once was but even greater than before. That moment in time has given me a new life and a new start and it has awakened the beast within me. So everyone in this match including Zack Crash, now you know why I can't lose and never falter to the likes of any of you. I have a purpose, I made an oath and I swore it on my life that I will be victorious and it doesn't matter who you are or where you came from, you will NEVER KEEP ME FROM MY PROMISE AND YOU WILL FALL! This is my oath to my daughter and myself and that alone fans the fire for my hatred for this world and the man that helped caused my down fall. Zack Crash I'm coming for you after I'm done with them.

I’m going to be honest. I came back and no one ever enlightened me on these “deadlines.” I’m pretty sure I should be squeaking in by the tip of my dick right now, but meh. If the door hits my shaft I’m still out here long schlonging it….

Yeah, I talk big game. That’s ma job, boy. That’s what I do, have done, will continue to do. Because hey, let’s be honest, it’s all we got here, huh? When I get vacated all I got to hang on to is the fact that I won it before. And my words that got me there. And yeah, sure, fists, or whatever.

We’re all great. But my great is my great, Scott, Zack. You’re both great, I’m sure, to yourselves. That’s all that really matters, for the most part at least. But then there’s that other portion, where it doesn’t matter at all what you think of yourself and you sit there, judged like the piece of cog you are. You two, me and all the rest, eventually someone will have to make a decision about your life that is pertinent to you, won’t they? Or are we all truly just the masters of our own ship? Zack has his teller of oracles, obviously he isn’t in control. Scott hasn’t been in control his entire EAW career for various reasons, fill them in here if you want to.

I? I always like to seem in control from my point of view. That’s all that matters to me. I could be in goddamn EAW chains, but if the mind is shackled, what good is the body? And then you got people like Zack, thinking that my “shell of a man” thing is still a valid point in a promo. Scott understands better, Zacharia, why can’t you?
Don’t you DARE TALK ABOUT MY RELATIONSHIPS WITH MOUNTAIN, ZACHARIA TRASH. Me and those mountains are for EACH OTHER! NOT YOU, ZACK! FUCK OFF!

No, obviously I don’t have answerz for your very true points of holes in my plot. I talk out of my ass, Zack, that’s what I do and will continue to do, for the years until the Great War is fought about because the flag is a relic of a bad time. I’m both a coward and a liar. Now what? Am I going to lose now because I lie, sell with words? No, I’ll lose to you or Scott because you pin or submit me. Not because your glory and moral standard is above mine. Please…
Not a win because the bathing of violent tendencies, you bum. You and everyone else can pretend that it goes on like that.
Those tropes are for someone who cares a lot more about their character development than I.

I’m just Lethal Consequences.

I win things when I want to. And when I get weary I stop. Just how it goes. This is one of those troughs where even though you all try so hard, it’s just in the cards for you to fail, me to succeed. That’s just how it’s going to go. (Is this utter confidence of the future making you crawl, Scott?) No allegiance to hardcore. No glory to fight for besides my own ego. No family to feed. Just going to work. Grabbing that brass ring. Going home with a brown-blood stained belt. My hardcore title. Not my gross world title, no. You’re not going to turn this into the most envious title, Zack. That title will always be just the puzzle to unification of the Lethal Consequenchampionship, coming to a city near you after Zack has to say that his oracle said it was on purpose.

When Scott says something sad-boy-like. Fuck Brock Hampton.

Lethal Consequences. Winning title. Dynasty. Big ending thought to tie it all together.

5 minute mark, bitch.

(Ahren Fournier is sitting in his pink fuzzy chair in the pink hotel. He knows he's pressed for time and is essentially shot clocking Nico Borg, and kind of being a douche at the moment, so he's not really setting scenes, or trying to be very funny. No time for comedy at the moment. He takes a sip of his juice box which is full of nutrition, and begins)

No Nico, you just don't get it. I wasn't saying that you are the one doing the pedophilia, I'm not saying that you're the one that's doing the wife beating. I'm glad you're on my side with the topic that they should be punished, but that's the thing. The thing with Your religion is you can essentially do anything you want, and as long as you atone for what you did, you're fine. You go to confession you get a get out of hell pass, isn't that lovely? So go ahead and touch your little boys, as long as you confess you'll be good. That's the faith you follow, an organization that has been ran by rapists, and pedos. Now I'm not saying that you yourself are these things, I'm just saying that it is a well known stable in Christianity. But speaking of sinning within the Christianity faith, the 7 deadly sins. You break some rules of the seven deadly sins, most notably pride, aka arrogance. That's all you are, just a big ball of arrogance. Oh well I beat this guy, and beat this guy, and you couldn't even beat this guy so I'm better than you. That shouldn't even be a topic of discussion, you shouldn't try to put yourself over anyone right? Everyone is created equally. No one person is better, and so on and so forth. But you Nico, you are the biggest ego driven narcissist here.

And oh my god you're like a child, "yeah I lost to Rex but I didn't get pinned or submitted so did I really lose?" That's not really a quote but you know it's essentially what you said. But yeah, yeah you did lose, and that's all that matters. He got your title, and you weren't recognized as champion anymore. If you were as good as you say you are, it wouldn't matter how many people are in the match right? You'd be able to take them on. Instead of making excuses you can just say yeah, on that day, he beat me, pure and simple. But no, your pride won't let you do that, your little dick syndrome won't let you have people think of you as a failure in any sense of the word. Same goes for the title match against Lannister, more excuses. You knew that Athena would get involved, you should get better prepared for your matches if you didn't. You shouldn't be so feeble minded and let someone else who isn't even in the match take your attention away. Again, making excuses, being a little bitch like you have been this entire time. OWN UP TO YOUR FAILURES. It's not the worst thing in the world to fail Nico, that's how we learn to get better. A little life lesson from the trill fairy, And no relax, I'm not calling you a failure, but apparently you think you are. Be a man Nico, own up to your mistakes. I'm a man, Zack Crash,  he beat me, he's the Hardcore Champion, good for him. If I faced him again, another outcome would be possible, but I'm not looking at that title anymore. That's why it was so stupid for you to say that if I didn't call you out I'd be just lost in the shuffle. Why because I don't want to go for the Hardcore Title again? That is being lost in the shuffle basically, that's staying stagnant. I want to progress in my career not stay in the same place. I know where I am in my life, and I know I'm ready to take that next step. I don't care if you don't think I'm ready because I'm not really in the pleasing Nico Borg business, I'm in the pleasing Ahren Fournier business. And that's a quite profitable business let me tell you, that is something I don't take lightly. You know something Nico? Yeah, I like to have fun, I don't like to be serious because what's the point? You sound like you're terrible to have at parties.

All you have going for you is the same boring topic over and over again, it's all about God. Can you think of anything worth note that means anything to you in this life, or is it all about him. I am a multi diverse personality that like an onion, I have many layers. A Shrek reference in professional wrestling? UNHEARD OF! But I did it bitch. There's the sweet Trill Fairy that gives, there's the party animal Fournier, there's the sexual hound dog Fournier, There's the super serious cop Fournier.. As a matter of fact I think I should give you a ticket for pushing your religion on everyone. Not everyone wants to hear about this, not everyone cares about the grace of god. But you know what? The ones that do want to hear it? Already know what you're saying, and they just love re runs. That's all you are, just a re run day in and day out, saying the same old shit. Now I asked you for clarification on how those pedophiles, and wife beaters are ok to get into heaven, and why your religion accepts that kind of behavior. But that went right over your head, and thought I was talking about you. So I'll ask again, with all the holes, with all the shitty people joined in your religion, with all the acceptance for no reason, with all the unjustified deaths. With all the pain and suffering that go on in this world, how can you keep this faith? How can you explain to me that this is part of the plan, and that is what I wanted clarification on. This wasn't me bashing your religion, it's a legitimate question. But I don't think you can answer it, and that's why you went to the defense mechanism. You just neglected to even acknowledge the questions I asked and made it about you. Again Arrogance one of the seven deadly sins. That's the problem with you Jesus freaks, yeah I was just trying to have a discussion about your faith. I wanted to get a better understanding of why it is you believe what you do, but of course typical Christian had to get offended that I would bring that up. I wanted to believe, but you didn't help, so now I cry.

Of course I've heard of the saying fools rush in, and patience is a virtue. I had to teach that saying to Jon McAdams. You see on Voltage? I got passed by a lot, and I waited, and I waited, and I waited. And really I saw all these guys pass me by that really had no business passing me by, but my persistence paid off and I became the greatest Hardcore Champion that ever was. But even still I'm seeing Maero get a shot at the Openweight title, and lose. Maero, a guy that's never really beaten me, why did he get the shot? I don't know. He had a number 1 contenders match for it I guess, a match I didn't get the chance to be apart of. So I wait, and wait, and watch more guys pass me by? No, I want to be proactive, because no one is going to make your path except you. That's why I called you out Nico. I knew that I would stay stagnant just like I was on Voltage if I didn't try something, and now look I got what I wanted didn't I. And you're going to chastise me for cutting right to the source? The people got excited about it, that's why management got behind it. That's really all that matters, what the fans want, and they want a dose of vitamin Fournier. Again you sound scared of me, with your little life lessons that you try to give me. You honestly think that StarrStan is just pushing me into the lions den and I'm not going to be ready for it? I'm ready for a fight Nico, I'm always ready for a fight that's my profession this is what I want. I want the best competition possible. That's why I want y. I know you're a top tier talent, I know that I have my work cut out for me with you. If I beat you I can beat anyone, with that briefcase. I don't think you're taking my challenge seriously Nico, you'd rather have talks about how I've failed other than how I've flourished. Like I haven't amounted to anything and I have no credibility to my name. that is a mistake, you don't take my seriously and you'll get burned, like so many others before you.

You know Nico it's funny, earlier you said that StarrStan was throwing me into the Lions den, how ironic. Because you see back in ancient times the Romans would throw the Christians into the Lions Den, and have them fight to the death. Well, I only see one Christian here, so I guess that  makes me the Lion.. And you're gonna hear me Roar... Yeah I ended a serious video with a Katy Perry quote, wanna fight about it? Good meet me in the ring, and bring that CITV. And we'll have a good old fight.

(Ahren picks up the juice box, and sprays it all over his face because he's hot always. But now he's realizing that his face is going to be sticky, but it's ok because now he gets to be nude and shower. That's his favorite thing to do, other than the banging. You ever take a shower before fam? That shit is tranquil. Anyways good stuff see you tomorrow.. Camera fades to black)

If my confrontation with Jamie taught me anything, it seemed like everyone was right.

He loves that title more than me. Do you know what the scariest thing of it all is?

I don’t blame him.

As we move closer and closer to Territorial Invasion, the prestige of the World Heavyweight Championship intensifies. The length one would go to secure gold becomes more frightening to me as the clock ticks. In my mind, I keep thinking to myself: is this all worth it? Is it worth it to sacrifice the last seven months of our relationship if it means that I can be World Champion? Is all of this worth to throw away if it means that I can make history? He out of all people should know how much I have improved over the last year. He should know how my goal of being champion was tarnished thanks to him. He should know that I never came to Voltage to be his personal cheerleader. I went to Voltage for personal business. My business. I’m here to resume my plans on becoming World Heavyweight Champion. It’s such a shame that he happened to be the guy wearing the belt, but my plans will not change. It wasn’t going to change if it was The Pizza Boy or Tiberius IV were the main champion of the Voltage brand. My vision has never been clearer. I can see the vision of myself getting the three count. I can see the vision of myself raising the belt above my head.

I can see it all so clearly.

From a former Interwire Champion to the new Interwire Champion, let me say congratulations. I know, you must have gotten so many pats on the back the moment you walked through that curtain. You just have felt thrilled that you got your family back on you side, but you finally proved every naysayer who thought you were nothing compared to the rest of The Sanatorium wrong. The weight of gold on the side of your shoulder almost doesn’t feel real to you. It it hasn’t connected in your mind just yet. I understand. I understand the feeling very clearly. I had so much emotions coming to my mind when I won the Interwire Championship more than a year ago. To me, it wasn’t supposed to happen. I was not supposed to make this type of history, but I did. The whole world saw as I dethroned a ruthless former champion in Chuck Scene. On Voltage last week, they saw you defeat a valiant contender in Harvey Yorke in a ladder match. They saw you unhook the title. The reaction around the arena must have been something that you will never forget. To you,

It was like a dream come true.

We all have dreams, Amadeus. I have dreams. I have dreams which I made possible. I dreamed about capturing the Vixens Championship. I not only did that once, but I was able to accomplish the goal twice. I dreamed of being the first woman to hold the Hall of Fame Championship. I did that twice. I dreamed about being Interwire Championship and by the way I begun my first words, I accomplished that as well. Now, I have come across the point in my career where I need to make history once again. I need to become the World Heavyweight Champion. As I see that gold shining on my love’s shoulder, my desire become champion becomes stronger than ever. I can say that’s my new dream. From a man who thought that the world did not give a damn about him, you did not let that be your downfall. Instead, you used that to motivate you more. You used that to light a fire under yourself. You used that to solidify yourself in the top of the midcard Division. You see, I could make that same mistake with you. I could overlook you. I could underestimate you. But, that would be like me giving you the victory on a silver platter. In your heart, you wouldn’t have earned the victory. There have been numerous occasions where I have underestimated my opponents. Most of the time, I was right about them. Those other times? Well, let’s say they got the best of me. That is something that cannot happen. I did that with Jamie O’Hara and it costed me a victory at Pain for Pride 9. Amadeus, I won’t make that same mistake with you. You’re intelligent. I mean, just like you said it before, you’ve defeated number one contender’s before. To you, this should  be a walk in a park. This should be nothing to worry about. Just take caution when approaching this match. I am much more difficult than the typical average Elitist who faces you on a weekly basis. I am beyond your Harvey Yorkes and John McAdams. I am beyond your Finnegan Wakefields and Brayden Wolfes. I do not want you approaching this match against me with no effort at all. Nah, I want to see what the Interwire Champion is all about. I want to see how elevated the men carrying the belt the men have gotten since I lost the championship. As I see the men you’ve faced in the past, it’s safe to say that you have not been pushed enough. It seems like there needs to be someone who needs you to dig deep into yourself and let all of your potential show. I’m more than honored to be the first great opponent that you have faced within your EAW career. I just hope that you really take in the atmosphere the moment the two of us are in the ring. I am really going to need to to focus on the greatness that is Cameron Ella Ava. I want you to crush my dreams. I want you to crush them like fragile glass. I want you to take everything that I have ever stood for and let them be meaningless. Just like I already told you: I want to see the man who proved everyone wrong last week. I want to see why you’re the Interwire Champion. I want to see why everyone should be wrong at ignoring you. If you could do that for me, then that would be appreciated. When approaching my World Heavyweight Championship Match, I cannot underestimate Jamie. I cannot let him fool me again. Just like I cannot let you fool me in this match, Amadeus. If I allow you to do that, then I would be nothing more than a fool. I’m not a fool. I’m not someone that you can take advantage of. What am I? A Goddess? A woman of honor? A history maker? No! I am the next World Heavyweight Champion. What you’ll get in the ring is the best. You will not expect nothing less. Just like I won’t expect nothing less from you. I’m a woman. I want everything and I will not stop until I get it.

LABEL – “For those who pretend to know Darkness”
 
Red text reading “REC” is shown in the upper left corner of the video package. The girl who was strapped to the chair is still seated there, head hanging forward from exhaustion before she is instructed to sit straight. Her head slumps to the side, hopelessness in her eyes as she’s prepared for her showcase once more. Her lip quivers as she looks toward the camera, staring into it for an exaggerated amount of time as if to convey a point before looking back at her captor.
 
“You did such a good job, little girl. Ryan couldn’t even tell that you were reading. Again, impress me. Do your job.”
 
My name is Emily Sanchez. I have been missing from the Clay County, Texas area since November 6^th, 2016. I loved my family with all of my heart—and I still do. I had good grades in school. I worked hard and stayed out of trouble. I played the flute and even won my school’s talent show. I didn’t ever have to deal with darkness until He came and decided to teach the world a lesson that it still refuses to learn. Do you see what you’re doing? You’re only encouraging Him to continue. He has presented me as a pawn and you still question me, still tell me that I deserve this. But this isn’t about me. I’m here because I’m the one that people are bound to listen to. They miss me now that I’m away. They’ve tried their hardest to find me. But they haven’t because their hardest wasn’t enough. Maybe it’s too late for me. Maybe I’m bound to die here. Maybe then people will listen.
 
The girl turns away from the camera to begin sobbing again, her hair falling over her face. There’s silence from the man behind the camera. The girl catches herself and tries to straighten up, sensing the captor’s impatience.
 
Tomorrow night evil will reveal itself—after all this time, evil will finally shine through. Some of you may think of this as some sort of joke. Some may see this the way that Darkane has—that He is a scrawny, disgusting human being hidden behind a computer screen. But He isn’t. He’s the man who rescued me. He’s the man who allows me to be to be heard by my family—to truly be heard by them. I sit here and speak as I’m instructed to because He has given me an opportunity that no one else could give me. And He knows of my value. He doesn’t need to show his face because no one would listen to him then. Men like Darkane have spoken for months and months but are never listened to because people have heard and seen it all before. They’ve listened to these stories. They’ve heard from these drunkards. They’ve attempted to give these men chances. But they’ve grown tiresome. They’ve give up on people like Darkane because you’re expected to be on your own the moment you’re no longer a child. People will listen to me because I’m just a poor child, and they’ll finally understand the message that He has been trying to send out all this time. If you still feel as though you’ve been slighted by Him because He hasn’t shown his face to you yet, you’ll be granted to opportunity to see His face tomorrow night. And while you may try your hardest to convince yourself that the worst you have to fear is a man with a sick mind, I can guarantee that there’s far worse coming.
 
“Much worse coming.”
 
The reason that evil is able to thrive is because of the makeup of people, the same makeup that can be seen from the participants in this invitational. For so long, He believed that evil bred as a result of conscious allowance—that people knowingly would turn their heads away from the darkness because they didn’t want to deal with it. Maybe that’s part of it. But you can hear it in the voices of these misguided, misinformed men who insist that there’s nothing to fear, that focus on the apparent cowardice of hiding in the shadows and remaining patient as opposed to thrusting out into the light as if that’s how you’ll ever be heard. Khamsin is no different. Darkane is all the same. Target, though optimistic, has proven that his ignorance will do nothing for a poor child like me. If these are the men that I’m supposed to pray will save me one day, then I truly am hopeless. These men have all proven to be nothing more than clueless at best, and I’m expected to believe that these men—the same ones that demonstrate the most average capacity—are supposed to save me? There’s only one thing that Target has said that’s resonated with me: that the fourth man isn’t battling anyone but himself. Ryan Savage has displayed his selfishness in a medley of ways over the last several days, attempting to spin this as if he were fighting for the sake of his daughter but spending the entire time talking about himself inst—
 
The girl suddenly stops and looks at the man behind the camera, confused. The camera is lifted up and taken to her face again. She hesitates and grimaces as she’s instructed to continue.
 
“Tell them what I did to you.”
 
I—I—He made me watch what you said, Ryan. I heard it. I thought that you people would care about me. I thought that you’d want to save me. But you laughed at me. You made fun of me! You blamed me for being here. I hate you! I hate you! I hope your daughter is next! I hope she has to go through this too so you know what it’s like! You don’t know anything! I hate you!
 
“Hmm, maybe she will be next. But sweetie, I’m not so sure that Ryan will learn then. This has always been about him and never about his daughter.”
 
The girl begins to sob from her frustration as the captor sets the camera back down in front of her, off-center slightly as if it’s not fastened properly. The man picks up the cue cards again and shuffles them, as can be seen from the corner of the video camera.
 
“Keep reading.”
 
You are proof of what He has long believed to be true about human nature—that it is ultimately selfish, that darkness breeds as a result of selfishness. He knows that you wouldn’t be the one to stop an attack in a back alley. He knows that you would turn your head away if you heard someone cry for help. He knows that you wouldn’t lift a finger to help anyone unless it meant you gained something from it. Yet you’re supposed to be some sort of hero to these people—to your daughter, no less. You’ve mocked and blamed and ridiculed a girl who could very well be sitting in the same chair that your daughter will sit in one day and you can’t even realize what you’re doing. This was never about her. You have failed as a father and you have put your daughter in danger by acting as though you can invite this kind of darkness when you haven’t experienced any real darkness in your life at all. You’ve abused drugs. You’ve dealt with gimmicky “monsters”. But you haven’t seen evil. You can’t even see the reflection of evil in my eyes when I look back at the camera. If you knew evil, you would know the lesson that you were being taught this week by Him. He’s given you and everyone else every opportunity to learn how evil grows in this world but you’ve been too fixated on your own story, your own image, and your own future. You’ll see that this kind of cluelessness will prove to be the most dangerous.
 
The man that took me from the streets is not someone who has hurt me, not someone who has harmed me, not someone who is evil. He has saved me. He has done everything in His power to unveil how easily evil can slip through the cracks and harm the people that you love. If my mother and father ever see me again, I know that they will cherish me now more than they ever have before. The men and women who see my story on the news will hug their children tighter—they’ll never make the mistakes that my parents have. He and I are martyrs for a cause worth dying for. I have saved so many other children by being an example of what can happen to them if they aren’t properly cared for. I have relayed a message to the men in this company of what may happen if we continue turning a blind eye. And as for Him, He has been mocked and accused of being someone sick when He’s the only one who has ever made an effort to reveal darkness. There will be no stopping his emergence the same way that there is no stopping evil from lurking in the shadows. You only have one option—one option of each of you four come tomorrow night when you finally get the pleasure of meeting Him for the very first time. You must look at Him. You must see Him. You must confront Him. He will demand your attention so that you know what evil looks like—what it feels like. He has given Himself up to teach you all a lesson. Aren’t you all thankful? I’m so thankful for Him.
 
The cards are dropped to the floor and the girl’s eyes follow them before glancing back at the abductor. He fishes in his pocket before flipping open a knife and slowly walking over to the girl in the chair. Her breath hitches and she begins to beg, insisting that she was trying her best. The man steps into the frame of the shot, his large body completely covering the image of the girl. His face cannot be seen as he raises the knife too her, hidden from the sight of the camera. The man turns around, placing the knife back in his pocket. The girl remains seated in the chair, no bindings around her wrists. She continues sitting there anyways. The man grabs the camera and places it in her hands for her to hold.
 
“Tell your family you love them. Twenty seconds.”
 
I love you, Mommy and Daddy. I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. I’m so sorry that I went to the bus stop that day. I’m so sorry. I love you. Please don’t give up on me. Please don’t forget about me. Please don’t let—
 
“Time’s up. What do you say, Emily?”
 
The camera is handed back to the captor, catching just a glimpse of his face before it’s pointed right back to the girl, zoomed in jarringly close. Her expression is wiped blank as she stares back into the camera.

Thank you.

The tape ends.

The camera opened on an unfamiliar environment. An area of scorched earth, lacking signs of vegetation at all. A wasteland. Spent bullet shells littered the ground, seemingly arranged in a pattern. Dug into the earth were two bayonets, the blades rusted from use. The soft crunch of gravel could be heard as footsteps became louder than the sound of the distant wind. The camera shuddered, as if a presence had warped its way around it, before it turned, focusing on the source of the sound. Amid the wasteland stood a singular being. His body warped by shadow as he examined the field of combat. His eyes foggy with memory as his hands lifted as if accepting the thousands of deaths that must have occurred in that singular location. The Monster of Humanity, Eclipse Diemos, whose eyes scanned the horizon and a dread smile had creased its way along his face. Scars littering his body. Tattoos covering those that were too painful to show. With a soft laugh he reached into his trench coat, removing from it a cat o’ nine tails. His eyes focused on the barbs themselves. Those deadly tearing tools. As his gaze remained on them the smile left his lips as he began to speak.


“You were my first opponent when I came to Dynasty, I can remember that much, Senn. My welcoming to the Red was met by you, the Punisher. And how right it felt for one like me to face one like you. I was Grendel to you, wasn’t I? A beast to be slain to make your name that much greater. And I welcomed it as well, for what better chance for someone so new to this business than to face against a beast like you? A monster made flesh with the guise of a man, your body possessed by vengeance and retribution for those who had wronged you, a slave to your passion of justice. The Warrior of the Red...the Punisher...Jacob Senn. And I was left low, left to feel every bit of that pain as you took from me the first victory. But I persevered. I continued on my path because in the end I knew that one like me wasn’t going to outlast one like you. That I wouldn’t beat one like you in a battle of convictions, for mine were mercurial and ever changing. Yours were hard as granite, and unwavering. You wouldn’t bow to your own fears, that wasn’t in your nature. I wasn’t going to scare you. I wouldn’t sway you. You weren’t a target of mine, you were simply another opponent. A stepping stone in my path on Dynasty. That was all. And so...when the time came that I lifted up the crown that I had won at King of Elite to challenge who I felt was the deserving man, I did it with my eyes blinded by my own pride. I challenged Lucian Black, and even with the strength that I could muster, with my own power and with my own tenacious way of thinking, I could not best him. I could not beat the Mastodon, and I was left shattered. A spear broke through me. I was laid out in the middle of the ring, and had to watch as the man that I saw as a simple opponent...took from me what I had always wanted. What I felt was rightfully mine. And we saw the result. We saw that Lucian fled after his loss, unable to stand the fact that he lost what was his, but I could not remain on Dynasty as I was. I was weak. Blinded. Lost.


So I returned to Voltage, and remade myself. Remade myself in the image that I had once forsaken. I had to become a monster once again, and I did it by tearing apart everyone that had ever stood in my way. And, despite what everyone could believe, I did it by showing what the power of a man can do against a machine. I brought Impact to his knees, tearing him apart and throwing him to the wolves. I took from him the championship, and I cherished that victory. I held that victory close in my hands and raised it high, because in the end it was what I had desired above all things. The gold that proved that I was worthy in the eyes of EAW and of my family. I became the true Patriarch. And from there I defended the belt from the likes of a false insanity. I broke the damaged one, letting him wallow on the ground in torment before he finally picked himself up and moved along. But I lost the belt, you are correct. No matter how much I tried I lost the title to Drastik. His emotion beating out over my will. And you are right, that was something that I had not foreseen, but I was not what one would call a transitional champion. By and large, Jacob Senn, the only thing that had come out of that was that I was a match to anyone who stood against me, and that when push came to shove, win or lose, I was going to prove that I deserved to hold the belt. It took every bit of Drastik’s strength to break me the first time, and it took the mark of a Fragile Beast to put me away the second. And I showed that beast what a real monster can do. When I left him broken in the ring, with my brother beside me, I embraced the monster that I had always been. I was no longer simply a child of the darkness, I became it’s avatar. It’s embodiment. And with the shadows surrounding me, I moved away from the darkness and into the red. Back to where I had lost my step. Back to Dynasty.


Fitting then, that I should return to face against you, the man who welcomed me the first time. Fitting then, that you are the one that shall taste every bit of the anguish that I had felt at the loss. You are not the Punisher that you once were Senn. You have found yourself wanting. Falling away into the abyss, drifting into the territory of the beings that you once stood against. The only difference between punishment and vengeance, Senn, is that when one enacts punishment they may still show mercy when the deed has been avenged. Vengeance leaves this behind. This barren wasteland. This battle scarred and war torn land would be Dynasty at the end of your run of violence, ruin, and devastation. This would be what is left over. This war torn wasteland. Is this what you truly desire? Is this the world that you really want? This devastation. This destruction? If so, then I’m more than happy to be the fire that burns all of the Dynasty that you built to the ground.

I’m not the man that you faced off against the last time. I’m much more dangerous now than I ever was. I’m a genuine monster. I’m the new beast that stalks this wasteland that is Dynasty. And even though a titan now stalks after the gold held by the valiant hero, that gold is still within my reach. And I’ll take it from whoever, and however. And I know that to get myself recognition in the eyes of the higher ups, I have to put down the golden boy of Dynasty. The one who has always remained. And so, I have come to carve my own place...and I’ll carve it in your flesh, Punisher. I’ll tear you apart if that’s what it takes. Because the wasteland that you want...the wasteland you will leave Dynasty in...is a wasteland where nothing shall grow. Like this battlefield. This land of discarded bullets and lives thrown away for a cause. No one outruns death...all will be reduced to rubble and then to ash. This is the world that exists for those like us, Senn. This is the battlefield that we have created for ourselves. So...no retreat. No mercy. No help. Just you, and me, in the center of the Red. And when it is all said and done, Punisher...the Monster will walk out with a smile and a laugh. And I will leave you to drown in the Red...forever.”