Just like I stated before, this happens to be the recurring theme of your tragic story. You get one meaningful victory and you believe the whole world is your oyster. You believe that from that one victory against me that it made you a liable contender on Empire. For a second, you believed that you belonged in the main event scene with women like Aria Jaxon, Cailin Dillon and Brody Sparks. As quickly as you had your aspirations, as quickly as they dropped when the likes of Madison Kaline, a woman who had not been a contender or even in the title picture for two years get the best of you. You let a woman who no one had bet their stacks of dollars on defeat you and walk away with the biggest opportunity to date. The pain of second place washed on your face after that loss. When it came to a woman who has won more championships than you, you could not submit yourself to another victory. You thought that Madison Kaline would fall just like the rest of them. You thought she would fall like I did once upon a time. You thought that she would fall like Haruna Sakazaki or any other rookie who waltzes onto the Empire brand? Am I supposed to believe you for a second that a defeat over some loser like Amy-Jayne is supposed to get rid of any pathetic empty feeling you must have felt at Pain for Pride? You think that getting a victory over Amy-Jayne is something to be proud on? Sure, you could continue to mention that you got the best of me. You can mention that as much as you want, but I’ve learned quite a lot since our last encounter. I’ve gained knowledge from my rivalry with Brody Sparks. I’ve learned that I need to dig a lot deeper if I want to be victorious in our Street Fight. You and Brody are different, women. Hell, the two of you are bipolar opposites. Brody likes to torture her opponents. You like to get technical with your opponents. Brody likes to get under her opponent’s skin. You enjoy to boast about your victories against women who will never be anything in this company. One thing I have noticed from you is that every time you enter the ring, you are not only in a fight against your respected opponent, but you are in a fight for everything that you stand for. How do I know that? That’s what I find myself doing each time I step foot in those ropes. Despite victory or loss, I find myself fighting for myself to do the right thing. As much as I have been done the wrong thing in the past, I try to make everything feel right again. Your intentions shouldn’t be dark, April. You shouldn’t let failure consume your mind. You shouldn’t let it feed into your insecurities. Once you make a deal with the devil, it may seem like the most satisfying thing in the world. He promised you gold and glory, but playing for the wrong side has its way of biting you in the ass at some point.

April, do you think that you’re the only person in this entire company who has felt heartbroken, frustrated and angry about their losses? Each week, many of us Elitists walk down the ramp with the thought that we could lose this match. I’m approaching this Specialists Championship match with the thought that I could potentially lose my championship. It’s not the first thought I want in my mind, but it’s better than walking into my first title defense thinking that you have no chance at taking this title away from me. I know you’re capable of taking this championship from me. I am fully aware that you were able to defeat me in the past. When people are assuring you that you’ll be champion in the future, they fully believe that you will be champion in the future. Yes, I say in the future. Why? Because you’re not getting this championship Thursday night. I refuse to have this sweet title reign end before it’s even began. I not only made a promise within myself, but to the Empire locker room, General Manager Tarah Nova and the EAW Universe that I will elevate this championship to the best of my abilities. I want a greater title reign than Cailin Dillon. I want a greater title reign than Brody Sparks. I cannot do that without the Specialists Championship.

Was I really in a disadvantage, April? Yet, I was able to make Brody Sparks tap out and take her title? Not only was I able to make Brody tap out to the Ava Lock, but I messed up her eye. Have you seen the photos on social media? Brody injured her eye. You never know if you’ll see her around EAW again. If she decides to show her face around her, when will she make her presence known? I could careless about our last encounter. The moral of the story was: you made me tap out. Do you want me to deny it? You want me to come up with some cheap ass excuse to why I lost to you? You think that I’m that type of champion? I don’t carry myself that way. I will never carry myself that way again. What you should know is that I know a thing or two about fighting in the streets. As a young nineteen year old girl roaming around Frias, Spain late at night, everything is so terrifying. You can barely see where you’re going. Everyone else looks so scary at night. One night walking to my father’s place, I was assaulted by man. I was kicked and punched. I was completely in tears. It was almost if he left me for dead in the street. It took some self reflecting in a hospital bed to realize that I needed to defend myself. Not only did this motivate me to continue my path as a professional wrestler, but I wanted to learn self-defense. I wanted to defend myself. I wanted to defend those who couldn’t defend themselves. I didn’t wanted to use my abilities to hurt others. I wanted to use my abilities to do the right thing. When people looked at me, I did not want them to see a skinny young woman cowering away from someone stronger than her. I wanted people to be surprised in the fact that I may not look like the strongest woman in the room, but my heart is stronger than anything anyone could imagine.  

For this Street Fight, I am prepared to cross boundaries. I am ready to set the standard to what being Specialists Champion is all about. This is the type of stipulation which allows me to use my creativity to win the match. You can hit me with a steel chair, hit a monitor across my head or torture me as much as you want, but just like your match with Aria last week, it will not be enough when it involves facing me in the ring. April, the respect is mutual. Just like you said though: it’s nothing personal. It’s all business for me.

War Room Dojo, Summer Semester (Week 1):


“Today you’re not here to train but listen. Consider this to be an orientation rather than your first lesson. You’re all part of something special, the War Room Dojo’s first class. I’ve trained before, and my students are either in EAW Developmental, on the road, or in the case of Jocelyn Diemos and Anthony Leonhart, on EAW’s main roster. While each is from a different background, what my students have in common is that pro wrestling is their career. I expect every one of you to feel the same. I do not train part-timers; The lessons I will pass down are not for those who think of this as a hobby. If you’re only in this for the experience, I suggest you leave now. I’ve forged enough blades to know which ones are weak. This ‘orientation’ is the last chance at receiving a full refund. I can tell by the expression on a few of your faces, that you’re shocked. I prefer to keep things transparent to my students and me.


Those of you who are gathering your things, I appreciate your honesty. There’s no shame in admitting the truth. You will promptly receive a refund  As for the rest of you, welcome to the War Room Dojo. The first rule: do not call me by my name- first or last. If I hear even one “Cloud or Cloudy” I’m throwing your ass out. Calling me those things imply that you are my equal. Until we’re competing for side by side, none of you is my equal. To all of you, I am Sensei. Nothing more, nothing less. My partner in arms, Nina Sanada, will be known as Sanada-sensei. Here with us is Kevin Maverick, our assistant trainer. Refer to him as Maverick-sensei. Now, as all of you already know, this is a twelve-week course for people with moderate to no wrestling experience. I will teach you everything you need to know to start your pro-wrestling career. I will take you from square one, all the way through to ring awareness how to fight most of the match types I’ve participated


In the end, You will all showcase your talents in your very own show held at the Bushwick Community Center. You could say that’s your final exam. Afterward, I’ll give you all three choices. I’ll go into the details in a bit, but know this: the decision you make will be based on a self-reflection of your abilities.





(Cloud is seen sitting at a desk in an oval shaped room, filled with jail cells. Her feet are up, and she’s wearing her signature hoodie. “The Velvet Room” plays in the background.)


Welcome to your rehabilitation, Azumi Goto. You were brought here for your crimes against the joshi progress community. One you claim to have carried on your back, but yet you disrespected one of its pioneers, the goddess of Japanese wrestling, who also happens to be your sensei! The shadows of doubt have claimed your heart, obscuring your insight into the relationship I have with Manami-sensei. She did not train me as some unification project; she did it to remind me of who I am, and where my lineage lies. You see, a long time ago, a young Manami Toyama fell in love with a man. This man was nearly twice her age, but everything he represented inspired her to become a pro wrestler. He was a hard worker, dedicated to his King’s Road style, one that he helped pioneer into Japan from his time in the west. While she never trained under him, she was impressed by legends of his intensive training sessions. One particular meeting involved him pushing a student to the point where he broke a leg. Weeks later, that student returned to the gym, eager to continue his training. That student went on he be the biggest name in the history of the industry.

The man who trained him was Yasuhiro Matsuda, my great uncle. Before me, he was the last Matsuda to climb into a wrestling ring. Manami researched my obscure family history on my father’s side and found out that wrestling and my family go back over a hundred years. Koujima Matsuda, my ancestor, was the first Japanese wrestler to fight in America in the late 1800s. While he lived his last years as a drunk, he was always respected by his peers and was considered to be a tough fighter. Next, was Matthew Matsuda, who was trained by Gotch. ‘Matty’ Matsuda as they called him, helped usher catch wrestling into Japan. The rest is history. 

I was honest with Manami about my insecurities regarding my mixed heritage. She was very aware of how much of an outsider I felt like- hell; sometimes I still feel what way. What I didn’t know was that the older wrestlers, the senpais of earlier eras requested I continue my training in Japan. You call me a half-breed gaijin, but I’m more Japanese than you’ll ever be. My legacy is deeper than yours. It’s not one I like to flaunt, but it exists. 

(laughs)

Maybe that’s why you’re jealous of me. I accepted EAW’s offer because Manami convinced me. JET is more than a promotion- it’s a state of mind, a lifestyle if you will. You know and understand this just as well as I do, sweets. Manami wanted me to go to EAW to open the doors for all JET alumni. I’m the first to make it to EAW; you’re the second. If that’s not a sign, you will never surpass me, then I don’t know what is. You’ve been following me your entire career! Your JET title wins, training the newbies, coming to EAW- even your title opportunities come after mine! You’re even second place when tagging with Haruna! Now that I think about it, maybe the IWC is right: you’re Cloud Matsuda 2.0. But alas, I will save you from ruin. Once again I have to motivate your ass to be your person. You go from Manami to me, and now you’re under Haruna’s skirt, calling out the High Rollerz on Showdown.

Spoiler Alert: You will lose

Before you get ahead of yourself, you may want to focus on one task at a time. If you think you’re going to beat my ass and then the High Rollerz, then you’re living in a dream land. You spend your days with your head in the clouds, searching for that silver lining. There’s no silver lining where you’re at sweets - just heartbreak and melancholy. I don’t need the luck to beat the so-called Ace of Empire. Your delusions of grandeur will defeat you even before our fight begins. This is the same attitude that cost you the victory in our last match. You see sweets; ethnicity doesn’t make the wrestler. You can be proud of where you come from, but using that to down others just means you’re a bigoted piece of trash who's insecure about her capabilities. Deep in the back of your mind, you know I’m better. You’ve seen what I can do when pushed to the limit. There’s not anything you can do that I can’t. It’s okay Cloudy 2.0. Maybe join The Coven or something to sort out your issues. 

(sighs) 

I feel like I’ve spoken too much, but you’re my JET sister. I want the best for you Azumes, but if you keep going around thinking you can accomplish anything in the current state of mind, then all I can do is stand there and watch you fall to ruin.

(Gets up from the desk and starts walking away)

And when you end up with two Ls in your win column this week, don’t blame me.

Sometimes in life you find yourself fighting and fighting trying to re-establish yourself as a dominant force. It's not easy to gather yourself together after a lost. Especially a match you know deep down you had won and should have won. Last week on Showdown, I found myself defeated again. I wanted to be a step closer to becoming the new National Extreme Champion, but instead I am standing here defeated again. I'm not one to hold my head down because this is just one of the hurdles I have to get over in order to where I need to be. On the other hand it just fucking stinks to see extremist who you know you are better than get the best of you. I have suffered worse loses before, so this comeback shouldn't be anything I can't shake off. And looking ahead to my next match I have the pleasure of facing someone who I've been in the ring with a lot the last few weeks. Showdown needs me as the face of this brand in order to succeed. EAW, period needs me to perform at the highest level possible in order to keep this company a float. I won't be able to do that if I keep finding myself on my backside.



Speaking of Showdown, I have my first opportunity to put my pathetic performance behind me and look forward to the future. I thought I already took the garbage out but it appears a few pieces dropped on the ground. One of those pieces happens to be none other than Johnny Nova. Johnny, like me, you found yourself on the hand of another defeat. I'm sure just like me, you want to take your frustrations out on someone. I am also here to tell you that I am not that person. I do not have the time today to put up with your shortcomings and misfortunes. I am sick and tired of siting around watching these supposed top guys hold championships that should be around my waist. There's a ton of extremist walking around this company thinking that they have next. There also thinking that they should be next in line for a world championship opportunity. When in fact, I should be ahead of all of them. Name one performer in this company that puts in as much work as me. Name one performer who respects and perfects the craft of professional wrestling like me.




Nova, why should I wait until the bell rings to beat the shit out of you? What is stopping me from finding you and ending this right now? There's no need for me to even wait for the bell to ring. You're one of the newcomers who seem to think that this is some time of retirement tour for me. I'm here and I'm here to stay for the foreseeable future. Don't let my age or experience fool you. There is nothing you can do in the ring, that I can't do. When I previously mentioned, that I am in the best shape of my life, that is no joke. I'm mentally ready to get my lost last week behind me. The sooner I get my hands on you Nova, the better. I have to establish my dominance here on Showdown before it's too late. A lot of people are starting to whisper and talk about me. Frankly, some of it has started to piss me off. People are quick to forget the road to the top. People are forget to forget who helped keep this company a lot when a lot of guys wasn't giving EAW their undivided attention. I am EAW. I am extreme. I wake up and think about how I can keep this company on the top. How many people can say that? Nova, know that you're getting desperate but not broken Prince of Phenomenal. At this point I will do pretty much anything to get my hand rise and stand victorious. In other words, I'd hate to be in your shoes right now.

 
Hello Saturday Night Showdown, how long has it been since you’ve witnessed the greatest Joshi of All Time compete inside your wrestling ring? Let me tell you, it’s been a year and what a difference does a year make. I have risen to status of Ace, I’ve been become one of the key women in not just EAW but in all of wrestling. And simply put I’ve become one of the best in-ring workers out there. I say that because I believe that, and I will continue to prove. That’s my overall goal in this company, to make people believe that. I’m stepping out of my comfort zone of singles competition, and returning back to the tag team division after quite some while. It’s been a year as well since I’ve stepped into this division, back then it was still as dead as it is now but then you had some creditable champs like Drake & Jones and Cerberus. But the High Rollerz…
 
To them, we seem like nothing more than the average makeshift tag team thrown together but in the end, we have a bond way stronger than those two will ever have in their entire life. Try as you might but it’s true. The ring I wear is the piece of proof that I need that when I will step into the ring with Haruna, our chemistry is ten times stronger and maybe even more but you know what, you two. I’ll give credit to the both of you, The High Rollerz have become amazing Tag Team Specialists… but that’s all. Tag Team Specialists, for you two it’s your faith to be trapped in the division together with no one way unless one of you stabs the other in the back. It’s the way this division works, boys. I was a part of it way before you two returned; I stabbed my old partner in the back and as you can clearly see that I’ve been so successful since then. I created history by becoming the first Control in the Vault Holder and right now I am on my rightful throne as The Ace Of Empire. The fact that you are taking us lightly might just cost you boys, the first rule of combat idiots. Don’t take anyone lightly.
 
Sure, we’re not RoViper, Knights of the Dawning or Stuffed Crust. We’re something new for the Tag Division, we’re not some established tag team of yesteryears or some Mentor/Protégé duo or two Indy Darlings coming together. High Rollerz, we’re something bigger than that. We are the PERFECT tag team to arrive in this division, driven by a bigger goal of being the best in your little makeshift division. Times are changing and along with it, so is EAW. We’re just this division’s new shining light because High Rollerz beating on Local Talent will never help you. Instead of looking like Tag Champs, you two are looking like Tag Chumps.
 

And this Saturday we’re gonna make you look like the chumps that you two really are as you step into this ring and go face to face with The Ace Of Empire.

For one whole week I was disrespected by my opponent. I was told how Target Smiles has failed to accomplish anything, I was told how I had fallen off and that the hype has died but when I look at Tig Kelly I see a man in a similar position. I remember not too long ago everyone was so so so high on Tig Kelly. I didn't know who he was but everyone spoke of him with such confidence and such an attitude of prosperity but when the time came after all that pressure had built that diamond that I was led to believe we were getting seemed a bit underwhelming. That shine wasn't quite what we were getting. And now I face this man in the ring and honestly I feel like people are having a bit of trouble believing in me right now.

Like seriously? Maero is in my match?! Are kidding me? I'm supposed to be the one facing Ryan Marx, I know I lost my first match with him and maybe that should mean that I don't get another chance so soon but why is it that the Sanatorium gets another shot?! Huh?! They had a representative in the Extreme Enigma elimination match at Pain For Pride too and he tapped out! Target Smiles locked him in the Sugar Hold and he tapped out! To me! Are you going to look me in the face and tell me that the Sanatorium is going to take the opportunity at the Openweight Championship that I earned for Dynasty and give it to the people who I already beat?! 

Okay, okay maybe this is all because Sebastian Monroe no longer has confidence in my abilities. Maybe he feels the same way about Tig Kelly. If that's true then both of us are in a position where we need to prove ourselves once again but I'm not just a victim of hype. Target Smiles was not just picked off the shelf because he looks pretty and thrown into the ring expecting to be a star. My accomplishments prior to my debut here meant absolutely nothing to anyone but the Smiling Faces but the Smiling Faces unfortunately are not the ones who are handing out opportunities. I had to earn respect around here, I had to earn the hype that I had and when I earned that I earned opportunities like the one I earned at Pain For Pride. 

The difference between me and Tig Kelly is hard work. I am sorry Mr. Kelly but if you have been working anywhere near as hard as me in the time we've both been here I must have missed it, which is possible because sometimes this mask can give me tunnel vision. I don't care if you are a prodigy or if you are naturally gifted because to be quite honest I have not seen you perform on the same level that I have been performing. What I have seen is you get opportunities based on your past performances and then let them squander. Which maybe that's the aggressive edge you need to kick my ass on Friday but if recent history has proved anything it's that despite whatever I have been going through I can still find a way to win matches. That's what Target Smiles does is he wins matches. And as of late I can't seem to rattle my brain to find a match that you have won.

According to statistics I have nothing to worry about but part of me is still curious. What beast is lying beneath this failing idol that is Tig Kelly? What is that monster capable of and when will he come out? Will it be months from now? Will it be at that next big opportunity you find a way to get? Or will it be at that moment when the bell rings and you are standing across the ring from Target Smiles? That is why despite my confidence that I can beat you I've got my eye on you, and I'm going to be as careful as I can not to underestimate you. So monster or not, I look forward to our battle Mr. Kelly.

 
 
What a couple of weeks for me, I finished fifth during the 24/7 Battle Royale, got a new look, and etc. but now after a long wait, The Ace of Empire is making her descent down to Thursday nights once again to face Miss Manami’s gaijin pet project. The False War Queen, Stephanie Matsuda. What a difference a couple years can make, Matsuda? Two years ago, you left JET when the promotion needed you the most but because of your absence, I had helped the promotion rise back to the ashes. I took the girls on my back and under my wing; I became the backbone for the promotion until I eventually joined EAW. The tale of the two protégés has been a fun one, you became her little project to unite both American and Japanese wrestling style while I became the one in the shadow, waiting for my chance to showcase how much better am I than you! And now, here’s my chance. Destiny is a cruel bitch, Matsuda. It’s amazing to see how the tables have turned, how the roles have swapped and our tale has had many twists and turns as we head towards this match.
 
 
It was you… you were the one who told me to grow my claws and fangs. A year ago, you told me to give up my image that I had created for myself during my time for JET and you told me to stop being humble, take my chances and hunt to kill. When I see you now, you’re showing that side. Did you lose those fangs you had when you were part of the Coven? It seems like that true because here you are, gladly accepted to get in the ring with me because Manami made the match. You’ve lost that edge, the roles have swapped now. You are following every order she has given you while I’m on my own; I’ve outgrown being just another one of her student. When I told Manami that I intend of surpassing her, I truly mean it. The days of me wanting to be on her level are gone; I see a much bigger goal than that. Surpassing her, it’s the goal of the season for me.
 
These fangs and claws that grew because of what you said will become the weapons and tools I need to showcase to everyone that I have been right all along. That Azumi Goto is and forever will be better than Stephanie Matsuda since day 1. Everything that pushed me to become through every verbal confrontation we’ve had is going to result in a night where you just see how below you are when pit up against The Almighty. Inheriting her nickname will do you no good anymore because at the end something simple like being a War Queen won’t stop me. Hell it won’t even give you a fighting chance at coming close to beating me
 
You hear me, Manami. Put an army of random girls who call themselves the War Queen and I’ll put them all down for the count in front of your very eyes until I get to you and surpass you. This idea that Stephanie is supposed to be the proper heir to your throne is kind of garbage, isn’t it? You will put your faith in her and watch what happens, the same thing that happened to JET till I took over. Regardless of what I think about your little gaijin pet project, this is about you and me.
 
Meanwhile, Matsuda will just be there, as I begin my rise to the top. Not just of Empire and EAW but my rise to becoming the greatest professional wrestler of all time. Understand this loud and clear, Matsuda… no matter how tough you think you are or violent you will get. At the end of all this, the end of our tale, I will forever show you that all you are just a failed project that Manami tried so hard in making a reality. That in reality, you will and forever will be, a second place Half-breed trying so hard into becoming just as good as the real deal and failing completely against The Ace of Empire.
 
Don’t try testing your luck, Matsuda-senpai because it’s going to only result in me beating you.
 

Voltage Promo

Well, you can say it.  Yes, I lost again.  I am on a bit of a losing streak.  But as they say it not how many times you fall down, it's how many times you can get up.  Now, Harvey Yorke beat me, I am not going to make any excuses about that.  I tried my best, but I lost but.......I gave Harvey Yorke a beating he won't soon forget.  We will meet again Yorke, and next time I will be the victor.  And to whoever wins that Interwire title tournament, you're looking at your first contender.

Now we are going to be in Texas.  Well you know they say everything is bigger in Texas.  And that includes my opponent Cody Marshall.  Marshall you and I are not so different.  I'm a redneck, you're a redneck.  You grew up on a farm, so did I.  But the other thing we have in common is pride.  We want to show everybody how good we are inside that ring.

Now Marshall, you are doing the one thing that I think you would have learned in your wrestling career.  Underestimating your opponent.  I have had many people do this and they have lost because of it.

Now you have me painted as the "Hardcore Hero".  Yes I will not deny that's what I am and that's what I like to do.  But I am more than that Marshall.  I am one tough SOB, who is Farmer Strong!!!!!  I can out wrestle anyone in that ring.  I will beat you from pillar to post.  I will tie you up in knots and pretzels and you will be tapping till the cows come home.  Marshall you say your big, man I have beaten men bigger than me before, and you will be no exception.  And you wanna call me inexperienced, come on man, I thought you were smarter than that.  I thought you would take this more seriously.  I have been wrestling for 8 years and I have beaten the best of the best.

No man can stop you?  You are looking at the stop sign that is going to beat you into the ground.  You think your the toughest SOB huh?You have never stepped into the ring with a man like me.

Now I have a chance to get the ball rolling again. Get some momentum.  They say all you need is that 1 win.  And that win comes on Voltage when I beat you Cody Marshall.  You walk around here thinking that just because your big, this is gonna be an easy win.  Look at me Marshall, I ain't playing around. I am serious.  Let's forget the pomp and circumstance.  Let's forget the catchy nicknames and cool catch phrases.  Let's throw that all out the window and have ourselves a fight.  One on one, see if you can beat me, because I have more confidence than ever.  I have been training harder than before.  And my road to a championship starts with you Marshall.  And I know that I can beat you.

Now you think this is just gonna be some easy match huh?  You are very wrong Marshall, I am going to bring the fight to you. are you man enough for the challenge, because I know I am.

Get ready, because I am going to take you to pain city, so Buckle Up, it's gonna be a bumpy ride!!!!!

I've been gifted my pacifier. The tit on this one is sweet. 

So my match last week was the foreshadow of the barking order that's been given out around here. Oasis over Consequences. World title over Hardcore. Fine. I'll succumb, I'll take my place. I'll take my seat in the corner of the classroom. I'll be told where I go. I'll pretend like our show isn't a schizophrenic mess right now, with some no-named GM coming in and playing a bigger character than the men he's supposed to be the boss of. I'll pretend like the only reason I'm getting a shot at an historic title in Extreme Answerz Wrestling is because I told the producers in the back to hit my music. 

I'll pretend like this is where I want to be right now. And I'll pretend like I understand why the HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP being fought for in a HARDCORE MATCH is not commonplace around here anymore.

Correct me if I'm wrong, I've taken a lot of hits to the head (gaseous, not solid) since I've been here last but isn't Zack Crash the man that made this entire joke of a company into a bigger joke? Into an Elitist mockery of history? Please, like I said, I could be wrong. No one really knows what Zack Crash has done in EAW. I sure don't. But, nonetheless, here I am and here I was... coming out on Dynasty to to the beat of my music to clamor for "his" Hardcore Championship. A man who should be more worried about gimmick infringement than a title that is really not rightfully his. A man who should be able to lose that title at anytime of the day, anywhere.

But nooo, EAW can't be competent enough to figure out how to do that right, huh? Figures.

Now it's me versus #ScottDiamondTop16 in a true Extreme Answerz Wrestling match. And now that I really breathe all this blender smoke in and look at it, I'm grateful that I'm not in some dark 'n scary story against a scrawny Pizza character for what used to be the most prestigious title on this brand. I'll gladly take that category once I go through Scott and into the shitty gimmick of Zack Crash in two weeks' time. 

I'll gladly bolster Dynasty's gut while those with dark red colored names just so happen to be the nearest to to the flashing Dynasty logo. I'll just keep biting this here filter. 

Two co-Mr. Irrelevants. Taking it back to what EAW really is. Lethal Consequences in matches with no rulez against people whose names he recognizes. That's EAW. The true EAW. What EAW was supposed to be, and should've been all along. An EAW that I remember. An EAW I remember where in the same Pain For Pride where I was showcasing the best win in the history of E-Federations, Scott Diamond was in an eight second match in a showcase that truly showed what he was. 

Lesser than I. 

This weeks starts the Lethal Consequences that has never been seen before... except for the fact that he's the same Lethal Consequences that has always existed. A Lethal Consequences that remembers the blood stained, irony smell of the Hardcore Championship because its the same Lethal Consequences that last saw the tatter belt when he was on of selected men to carry the unified Undisputed Hardcore Title. 

How the past is forever growing smaller. 

Smaller than Scott Diamond's ego after it shrinks whens seeing that LC promo'd first and with a quickness. 

“You don’t deserve shit.”

And you do, Aren? Besides being in the bottom of the totem pole for the last several months, what makes you out of all people qualified for an opportunity for the World Heavyweight Championship? Explain that to me. No, better yet, make me laugh as you pathetically stutter like a little bitch as you try to answer my question. In the span of one year, how the mighty have fallen. You go from competing in one of the least noteworthy matches at Pain for Pride 9 to participating in an Iron Match no one gave a damn about at Pain for Pride 10. There was no anticipation for your match up. There wasn’t any interest gravitating from the crowd. Hell, you didn’t even manage to make it to the sides of the Pain for Pride poster! A man who supposedly has the look and charm to carry the company had to settle with being in a fucking filter match as pros like Jamie and myself stole the show. Sure, you can be like every soul and bring up my loss at Pain for Pride, but Aren, I can also bring up your loss to Nasir Moore. I can also bring up the fact that Aren Mstislav, a man lost in the same fucking match he defeated Jamie in less than a year ago, loss to a ginger goof who has no right to stand toe-to-toe in the ring against a GOAT like CM Banks. I bet you’re not angry with the loss. Nah, Nasir is one of your best friends! You two are brothers separated at birth! I mean, who gives a fuck if he proved to be the better competitor than you! Who gives a fuck that he has a better chance at becoming Answers World Champion than you do at becoming World Heavyweight Championship! Who gives a fuck that Nasir Moore needed to use his best friend as a stepping stool in order to get to the next level in his career! After all of that, you still consider him your pal? Man, you are fucking pathetic. If you even manage to get an opportunity for the World Heavyweight Championship, it will not be because you worked the hardest. It won’t be because you’re the best Elitist in the locker room. It might be the reason why Johnny Ventura still got opportunities while he was around. It’s the past. It’s the accomplishments in the past. I mean, that can be a factor to why someone is given a championship, but at least you were better than Ventura as your career continues. By your logic, YOU should be back in the line as well! Right behind me, pal. The only individual in this match besides Jamie that has held championship gold this year. Isn’t it great that I used your own logic against you? You should feel like an idiot for saying what you said because the funny thing about words is how easy it can be used against someone. I have a reputation for keeping people on their toes. I’m the only thing interesting going on in this match. The attention is going to be on me. People are going to look to see if I’ll swerve the entire EAW Universe and announce my attentions of going after the World Championship. Yeah, it’s my second week being part of the Voltage roster. You are so smart for noticing that, Aren! I’ve also made more of an impact during my one week on Voltage than you have in Season 10. You think that being part of the Voltage roster gives you rights to title matches? You think that just because you bleed and piss yellow, that it gives you an excuse to act like you’re the fucking king of the castle? This is your Kingdom? Fucking adorable! You know what? This is my fucking world and you’re just living in it! If I were to give you a little warning, it would be to watch your words. I know you being Russian at all, that you might not communicate as well as us Americans. I just hope with you being Russian and TLA being Mexican that there will not be some bad communication on your guys’ part. It would be such a shame if Jamie and I were to capitalize on your stupid mistakes. I just want to tell you that you should be honored that you get to have me as one of your opponents. Finally, you have someone to hide your flaws in the ring. Finally, Voltage has its Goddess. Not a loser German or a girl with ugly pink hair. That’s the way it is. That’s the way it should be and nothing you, TLA or ANYONE else says is going to change all of that.

This journey through the Land of Elite has always been an arduous one, filled with nothing but hoop after hoop that you must continuously jump through just to keep moving forward. Sometimes we miss a hoop and we get a chance later to try again. That's what my experiences have been like when speaking of previous opportunities to challenge for the right to be in the upper echelon of this company. Though, it's each and every last one of those experiences that I wouldn't take back in the least. They've all taught me something. People like Heart Break Gal, they are great, but they are just a proving ground for me, another reason to show why I do in fact belong in this position to stay. For all good things, there is an ending, a final stop in their journey.

All good things pass away. 

When it's time, it's time.

Your obsession with the results, the accolades; greed? It has you going down a one way street to your demise, Heart Break Gal. You obviously are not content with everything you've been able to accomplish thus far in this, a Hall of Fame career that places you as the top female in this company by a long shot, and yet one more achievement is supposed to make a difference? Someone like you will always meet your unlikely demise at some point. Your not a whole lot different than Y2Impact in that respect. I'm sure that's what made you two good for each other. As the Mercenaries, you both shared the goal of taking this company by the throat in the Hexa-Gun. You both had larger than life egos that were always destined to be knocked down. Your fall was predictable then. Fast Forward to this very day. Impact is gone, and you are following down the same path. Greed is your God, Heart Break Gal, and you are a slave to it. You willingly bow to it like a humble servant with hopes that it is enough to propel you to what it is you most desire. Dia Del Diablo, it will be a night and an event remembered for many things, but I don't think it will end the way you see it ending, because you won't be able to make it a night worth remembering when it comes to you. These moments, ones like the match we are to partake in are but mere springboards to further claims I seek to make in this company as I move onward and upward toward the things I desire. You're greed, envy, pride and gluttony, are no more than mere vices, but used constantly as simple marketing tools to mine all that gold over the years. Lusting after your unquenchable thirst, the desire to grasp yet something more is the unfortunate way of life of the Heart Break Gal. Your envy is like a nudge toward yet another sale, a marketing ploy to fool onlookers into believing that you will be the sole survivor in the end. So unfortunate is the Heart Break Gal, your relationships were used as stepping stones to stay afloat in these hallowed lands, and how fitting and ironic it will be when she becomes one herself to my ascension to the summit. In a dog-eat-dog world, you lose part of your humanity in the process, thinking all along that you were grasping everything, when it was all nothing except for wind. That will be a hard fate to accept, a very bitter pill to swallow indeed.

Ah, Heart Break Gal, she said enough to save face, but how unfortunate that none of it bears even a fraction of weight against all the facts that I have pointed out, none of which she even bothered to disprove this time around which says everything. Her over eager tongue lashing was due to the fact that she has in fact gotten a little salty over the mess I've made in front her very eyes. Of course if I was nearly as talented as her going from speaking in second person on into third person speaking all in the same sentence, I might very well have my head stuck up into the heart of my diarrhea as well. However, given my experience in these situations from past encounters with other Hall of Fame caliber of talents, Heart Break Gal is at that point where she is trying deny entry to my rise, when little does she realize that is a near unspeakable action due to the impossibility factor that it presents. She would love to dismiss me as a viable challenger to a coveted prize, but if only she had been truly listening. Never at any point previous until now have I ever come out to sound off during one of our esteemed general managers long winded boasting about this and that. I didn't do it for my convenience, it certainly wasn't to stand out. It was to open peoples eyes, to help them see beyond that of which they are so very familiar with. Familiar faces. Familiar names. To grow, to evolve as a whole requires change, something new. I did what someone else would have done, and I did it with enough class with respect to both Devan Dubian and Heart BReak Gal. I will willing step up into the ring of fire, just so I can humble you much further than your greed ever could. If this were for my own simple pursuits, couldn't I have just come out at any point before? Couldn't I have challenged for the highest prize, with the chance of a scoff followed by a nonchalant hand that waves off the challenge? I don't mislead the fans, I step between those ropes into the ring every week and earn their attention. That's why I am willing to earn it, and this week just like the last will show the whole world that. It's your hopeless pride that can't seem to accept that you just don't have the proper motivation to come out with gunz-a-blazing. You would rather save your ammunition at this point, while I'm willing to go all out for the bragging rights victory, and the momentum. My focus has been on the experience, our exchanges so far, Heart Break Gal. In your deluded thinking, you see me as having left my guard down when speaking about fighting for a cause, when it's that very cause that's motivating me this week to go out there and make yet another big statement, and this time at your expense.

Like Devan last week, Heart Break Gal, you've never even been in the ball park of having me fully figured out. More drivel coming from a drivelqueen. You don't know how to gauge me, so you have mistakenly tripped over each and every word that has left your mouth, leaving even more reason as to validate my earlier statements of being insecure with a superiority complex. Your pride has got the best of you this week. All this talk about about my morals and principles, it's thrown you for a loop. It literally has you walking on egg shells because you've never had to face someone like me that has many different ways of breaking those eggs you walk on without focusing on the actual result itself. You can try and dismiss it, as I've said. Realistically though, you just can't for the simple fact that I'm here this week. From day one small victories simply got bigger and bigger over time, building a foundation that can't be rocked. This journey has carried me far in my time here. So many highs, so many lows. Trial after trial after trial. Yet, through all of it, here I am. My main focus has never held me back. There are no excuses to cry over yet, Heart Break Gal, but soon that will all change when you are pulled down off the throne from which you reside, and are shown what being humbled is once more as you've experienced in the past. It's just like I told Devan last week. This is my story, and I'm the author, writing yet another chapter with an ending that you will just have to live with. See you soon

Oh, Rex. How easy it is to stand up for “something right” when that “something right” means something’s in it for you. If that “something right” didn’t earn you an opportunity at something great, “something right” would be all wrong. I seriously doubt you’d be standing for anything at all. Probably, you would be sitting in the corner with a disgusting frown on your face wondering why all of this had to happen to you. Without a championship shot, woe is Rex. With a championship shot, Rex “stands for something” and believes in righting all the wrongs in EAW. You can try and play that off as a coincidence, but trust me when I tell you the people would rather you be honest with them about pursuing your own interests instead of trying to frame it like you’re fighting for some great moral cause. Do you really think that anybody who’s a fan of EAW wants to hear some fake story about your supposed principles and morals? Nobody is buying your bullshit sob story. You don’t even sound confident in yourself when you speak about standing up for something. You sound like an upstart actor trying to deliver a line in a perfect tone and failing horribly even after fifteen takes. Now the director is yelling at you and you’re still too much of a sorry excuse for a wrestler, so you’ve given up any hope of hitting the nail on the head because you would gladly settle for being “just okay”. I imagine that’s the process for feeding fans these annoying lines nobody wants to hear and don’t serve any purpose other than to put crying babies to sleep. Nobody is forcing you to tell some downright idiotic, desperate tale that isn’t believable to anybody who has ever scouted your career and seen how you do your dirty work. But you’re doing it anyway because you wish people saw you differently. You desperately want their acceptance to the point your focus on matches has to be sidetracked at least a little bit. You’re too busy worrying what others think of you and not nearly busy enough thinking of ways to defeat me. If beating me is truly a second priority for you, then I don’t think the words I used to describe you before like bonehead and airhead even begin to graze the surface of the pathetic bird-brained lowly little shit you actually are. I was being much too generous. Already in the short amount of time we’ve known each other, you’ve shown me that the thought of you as a serious World Championship contender is nothing but a complete fantasy. It’s a punchline for a nitwit comedian’s awful joke. It’s not something the journalists on EAW’s official website should waste their time talking about. They might as well make themselves useful and spend more of their time talking about my next great upset than your empty promises and forever unfulfilled dreams.
 
Wins and losses don’t define you? That’s a convenient thing to say for somebody who knows his chance of losing is very real. Notice how you’ve never heard anybody say “wins and losses don’t define me” when they’re on a winning streak. That’s pitiful loser talk that you only hear from people who have very recently taken crushing losses in their dead-end careers. You recognize that you’re going nowhere fast and so choose to try and save face to make it seem like your entire situation isn’t really that bad and that it’s all just a matter of circumstance and luck that you aren’t actually responsible for. “Wins and losses don’t define me” is something someone says when they refuse to hold themselves accountable for their failure even if a mountain of evidence constantly hits them in the face like a hard slap square in their jaws. Nobody has really written you off except yourself. You write yourself off when you say things like “wins and losses don’t define me” as if you don’t lust for victory like the rest of EAW’s fiery passionate competitors. Everyone wants to win, but sadly not everyone is capable. Sadly not everyone is the Heart Break Gal. Sadly, some of EAW relate more to guys like Rex McAllister who make convenient excuses before facing their matches which only serves to prove their shit-talk doesn’t mean a goddamn thing. It doesn’t show confidence, it shows weakness in that you are unable to stand by your words, unable to “stand up for something” like you swore you would. You make these contradictions and nobody notices, but you forget that nothing escapes me. I’ve never taken anyone lightly before and you damn sure aren’t going to be the first domino to fall. To win the National Elite Championship proves that SOMEWHERE in your bones you must have a hint of skill, but don’t let the fact that I’ll correct you and your god-awful loser’s mentality make you think that I’ve underestimated you like Devan Dubian did. I’ve never underestimated anyone before and you’re not going to break that chain. Because if I did underestimate you or anyone else on Showdown, I’d be exactly where I said I’d be, in a hospital bed sucking food through a straw with all sorts of painful fractures. I’m not overlooking you at all, Rex. I’m looking dead ahead at you… because if I looked past anyone, I wouldn’t be where I am today. And I plan to go even farther. I won’t let you or anyone else come between me and that goal, and because I have that goal I underestimate no one… Which is why I’m going to beat everyone.