I can't wait to make you both fade to black



And don't call me Prince, my name is POP bitch.



I'm so glad you remember tossing me over the ropes during Pain for Pride because I already forgot that match happened. Do you want a gold medal for eliminating me? How about a nice gold chain with the both of us going at it? What about a cookie? That may be your claim to fame here in EAW cause it damn won't be anything better than that. The day I see you holding a world championship is the same day Jon Kelton has a lengthy return. Now before you continue to embarrass yourself by talking about something you know nothing about, I will stop you. I'm here now to be the best Prince of Phenomenal in 2017. I am here to be the best Prince of Phenomenal for the foreseeable future. No matter how many times I've appeared in front of that EAW screen, I've given this company everything I've had. Exits and departures happen all the time in a business like this. I went through that so you wouldn't have to. The difference between you and me is that no matter how my story ends it will nine times out of ten end up being better than yours. Do you understand what I am saying? What makes you standout from any new-comer that has entered before you? Oh, you think you're tough and the hottest thing out? Seen't that before. Oh, you think you hit a nerve by calling me old and washed up? Seen't that too! Let's hope you reach the point of your career were people actually get to call you old. And when I say old I mean that in a respectful way. In other words, will you ever get to experience being washed up? What will be your peak? When will you reach the top of the mountain? Will you even have a ''prime''. The odds aren't in your favor my guy. Look at it this way, making here in EAW is about as hard as being a professional football player. So far you've done nothing but dish out some cliche insults to a far superior opponent. That does not make you different. That does not make you special. Do you think EAW Management is paying attention to you? Hell, do you even think that your respective peers in the locker room are noticing you? How could they be with you constantly opening the show each and every week. The fact that you're even able to stand in the ring with me is like winning a world championship. Your career certainly won't get any better than that. While we're on the subject of career achievements, let's go ahead and put this match up and you eliminating me from the 24/7 Battle Royal on your resume. 'Cause whether you want to believe it or not, getting to stand in the right with me on Saturday will be your career defining moment. 




Mark, there's no need to go calling names. I thought we we're having a good discussion about our match on Saturday. Now, here you go swearing at me. Trust me pal, all the ''hype'' I've received has been warranted. I'm detecting some jealously from your end. Are you jelly bro? Does it anger you to know that even though you may be trying your hardest to impress the EAW universe that you still ain't shit? Does it keep you up at night know that I, Prince of Phenomenal, is significantly better at you at everything. I hope it does. I am the head huncho. I call the shots. You take them. I'm prepared to deliver a decent number of shots to your body to destroy what little confidence you have left. You ain't no King. You're a fraud. Don't you ever consider yourself a king or a prince of anything without some type of proof to back it up. You see just like your partner, you need some respect beaten into you. A lot of you young cats are convinced that EAW is some equal oppurtunity program. It's not. It's a dog eat dog world out here. I've seen tons of people get screwed over thinking that eventually their time would come. Wrong. You have to take your spot. It won't be given to you. Taking that spot isn't something easy to do. And it damn sure won't be within reach for the both of you chumps. Regardless, of my age and experience, there is no bruise or bump I still can't physically or mentally take. What about you two? Mark? Kaise? Are you alive? Can you both withstand being in the ring with me with no one else watching your blind-side? Do you know who I've stood in the ring with? I don't think you do. 'Cause if you did you wouldn't be talking so tough with your chest sticking out. It's fine though. I understand that you need to be aggressive and come across as confident. But when that bell rings and it's just you and me looking at each other, know that there won't be any rules or limits that will stop me from crippling the both of you. My partner Johnny Nova has no problem eating the scraps I will leave for him. So do all of us a favor and get the lube ready.

DYNASTY PROMO #1
 
DYNASTY…I KNEW YOU’D COME!!!
 
Oh what a most FORTUITIOUS turn of events that I should find myself back again on the brand that is called Dynasty!  Surely it is no mere coincidence that a brand possessing such a moniker is where I would find myself drafted to, mere days after fulfilling the Damaged Prophecy and acquiring my rightful crown of Champion of Hardcore!  It must be a sign, delivered onto me by Lord Nero Maxwell and the 7 Deities.  They are trying to communicate unto me their pleasure toward my victory at the Painful Pride, and reveal to me the future DYNASTY I am to build toward not only the crown I now hold, but toward the path I walk.  Oh what glorious fortune!  I fall to my knees, bow, and thank the progenitors of Broken Enlightenment for everything that I have been given!  I give you my most solemn and sacred vow that I shall do all I can to make myself worthy of the faith you have placed in me.  This is a land I know very well.  It could very well be said that twas Dynasty the place where the greatness of Zack Crash was truly forged.  Undefeated streaks, infamous wars, World Championship reigns, yet all that shall pale in comparison to what I shall offer up to you as tribute!  Men, women, and children alike shall flock to my side, emboldened by your Earthly avatar as I showcase for them what the “Damaged” lifestyle can do for them.  My foes shall tremble in fear of my coming, and I shall offer up to you their SHATTERED spirits to do with as you please!  I shall lead Dynasty into a true Renaissance of Damaged Evoluuuuuuution!  I shall use this Hardcore Crown to inflict unto others the same pain and suffering that was inflicted upon myself!  And in doing so, I shall reveal unto my opponents as it was revealed unto me, the true path to ultimate enlightenment!  The shall bow before you Nero Maxwell as they forsake their whole bodies and accept that we are only complete when we have been “Damaged” beyond all repair.  Or…I shall shatter their body and spirit into a million pieces, never to be reassembled again!  They shall wander the Shatter-verse in pain and misery for millennia, as each piece of themselves slowly vanishes and disappears!  The time for mockery and scoffing is past.  Now they all will be made to acknowledge my new greatness, and the truth that is was brought upon by you and the teachings of Broken Enlightenment!  But nah, I fear I focus too much on the future, when I would be better served to pay attention to the present.  For this path shall not be an easy one, and already you have seen fit to test me yet again, for you have given onto me a most deadly and accomplished foe.  For on my return to the land that was and is again my home I must face the man known as…KNEEK-OH OF THE CLAN BORED!!!  I man for whom I gaze upon and see so much that is similar, yet also so much that is different.  First, allow me to offer the man a most heartfelt CONGRATULATION on the victory and honor he has won for himself.  I myself am aware of the joy you are feeling right now.  For I too, in my lesser form, was once known as Mr. Vault Full of Cash.  Tis no secret that you now hold a great power within your very hands.  Contained within that simple briefcase is perhaps the most unstoppable weapon in the land of Wrestling that is Elite.  A weapon that allows you to pounce when your prey least expects it, to rip away from his grasps the crown you most enviously covet.  Tis truly a weapon made for the cunning and the scrupulous.  I daresay it shall fit you quite well.  For I look at you and see a devious soul swirling inside of you!  Deviousness…cunning…and treachery…truly the skills and weapons of a man lacking of true inner strength!  You sit there and you whine and complain about your previous existence on the brand of red, rather than doing everything you can to prove the brand wrong.  You believe you have proven EAW to be fools, when YOU are the true fool!  All you have proven is to be little more than a petulant child looking for praise and approval from mommy and daddy!  Do you honestly you alone have been held under scrutiny?  Do you think you are the only one people have had doubt in?  Throughout most of my career, both in my previous form and since my evolution, many have never acknowledged my true greatness despite all the evidence to the contrary.  But do you see me crying like a small infant?  When nobody expected me to win the crown of Hardcore, did I curl up into a ball only to suck my thumb and ponder my own misery?  NO!  I went out there and showed all those who bet against me that they were the true fool!  And what fools they looked like when my arm was raised in righteous victory.  You too have proven your critics wrong, yet still you shout and scream at the heavens, awaiting that hug of congratulations.  Tis truly the sad man who is consumed by his desires, only to never realize he has what he lusts after.  And YOU are expected to be a leader of philosophy?!  YOU FOOL!!!  How can one such as you, so full of envy and narcissism, possibly cleanse this world of corruption.  You speak such pretty words, yet they are full of falsehoods.  You talk of greatness and outshining others, yet even now you hide in the shadows, waiting to use your weapon to take the World Crown from another, more deserving champion!  How ironic it is that those who promise to purge corruption are often the ones who suffer most from its infection.  When I carried the same weapon as you do now, I did not hide in the shadows waiting to pounce like a common scavenger.  I but walk out on the same day I acquired it, and took the crown for myself proudly!  You say you shall not be denied, that you shall be heard, but you fail to realize you have nothing to say!  You are a false prophet, shouting incoherently at the heavens for what you feel you have been denied, failing to notice that you hold it within your very hands!  You believe that I am blind and confused?!  Funny how one who chastises others for their doubts in his abilities would so easily toss around his own.  But I assure you I am neither blind nor confused.  Both my mind and my sight are clearer than ever before.  Do you not see this Hardcore crown I wear upon my head?!  It was foretold by Nero Maxwell and the 7 Deities that I would win this crown at Painful Pride, and so it has come to pass!  And they have also spoken unto me that I am destined to defeat you!  Because you are but a shadowy vision of my former self.  A man rebelling with no cause!  A man who desires when he has more than others!  Even your accolades are but a pale comparison to mine!  And to vanquish you in battle would but further prove to the world that my evolution into Broken Enlightenment has expelled all my Earthly weaknesses, while at the same time exposing yours!  You are not a God, you are not a visionary, or a prophet, or anything!  You are just a man…simple, common, and victim to all the same human weaknesses.  But I am so much more than human!  My powers and abilities are beyond measuring!  I have evolved into a higher plane of existence that allows me to look down onto men such as yourself and see into their very nature.  If I so desired, I could rip out your very spirit and show you with your own eyes just how ugly a sight it truly is.  But I fear your fragile, human body could not handle the strain of such a thing, so I shall abstain.  Ultimately that is the main difference between us.  Your mind and your body are shackled by the weakness of being whole!  It breaks more easily.  And break it shall once it meets my brilliance!  But you cannot break me, for how can you break what is already Broken?  My body and mind are beyond such things as Earthly pain.  But you are still beholden to such things, and they shall be your downfall.  But REJOICE!  For perhaps if you are deemed worthy, Nero Maxwell with descend upon you in the match and grant you a true vision of Enlightenment.  Or perhaps he shall fall upon you and ERASE you from all existence!  Either way, your defeat has been written in the ether of the Shatter-verse.  And there is NOTHEEEEENG you can do to stop it!       
 

So it was written…so shall it be done!                

"It is just a day or so to go till my return, let me be the first one to tell you that I am scared and nervous. But the one thing that I hate being called out for is saying that I ran away, I didn't run away from the challenges of this business I merely left to perfect myself and now that I am back I shall dominate this division with my talent. April likes to run her mouth saying that she took it the hard way by sticking at it, making out like I just up and left and didn't stick it out, just because I wasn't in the company doesn't mean I haven't been wrestling elsewhere. That's in fact the exact thing I have been doing I have been wrestling all over the world kicking ass everywhere I have gone and now I am back here in EAW and ready to prove that I did the right thing by getting experience elsewhere first and April is going to be my first victim and I am going to enjoy making her my first victim.

I have always been told in my life that I am not good enough. April she kinda said the exact same thing that I wasn't good enough to hang with her. It's like back in high school I was this nerdy, geeky girl that was always told I'd never be a cool girl or in that crowd of popular girls, but you know what I did I proved that to be not true. I became one of the cool girls it's partly the reason why I am called the "it" girl after all. You see that's the difference between me and April she likes to think she is at the top of the women's division here in EAW, sadly though she's never quite been able to reach the top. If she made it too the top then she'd be a champion surely no?...She likes to call herself the killer bee. Now you may be thinking oh here Amy goes again talking about April's nickname but you see if she actually lived up her nickname then I wouldn't have to keep bashing her for being something she isn't. I mean I am the "it" because let's face it I have a lot of friends and well look at me I am hot as hell so of course I attract attention. But you see with April that's different she calls herself the killer bee bit the only thing she is killing is her own career.

The thing I am going to enjoy the most about my return is swiping that smug little attitude that April seems to have, I mean she thinks of me as just a pretty face I am sure of it. But the again I am used to that I am pretty sure most woman are. I mean it's common knowledge that women used to be seen as nothing more than some eye candy. But you see times are changing and us girls are proving we are just as tough as guys even if we are gorgeous. If I'm gonna really get real I think April is jealous, she's jealous of me, my beauty and my skill. Because you see I am prettier than her I man no offense to her but a donkeys ass looks better than whatever is going on with her face. She may not think so and in fact many others may not think so but my skills are far greater and superior than you may think. That's the whole reason I left because I wanted to leave and come back stronger than ever. Just because I left doesn't mean I just left and did nothing I left to perfect my craft so that now I am back I will dominate. EAW you are looking at a future women's champion a future specialist champion in yours truly. But as for April...huh well let's just say she's likely to be released or fired before she ever reaches a dominant championship run and that's not me being salty that's just me being real and honest. She's got zero chance of being anything especially after I kick her ass on Empire.

She sees me running from this company as a weakness where as I see it as my strength and advantage. You see she only has select tape she can watch on me and that was my early stuff where I can put my hands up and admit I was terrible in the ring but that was then and this is now, you see I have all the tape I could want on April I have been studying her past matches and that's why I have the advantage come Empire because she can study my old matches here all she wants but that isn't going to prepare her for me at all because like I have been saying since I came back I have improved and am better than ever. Come Empire April will be one more match away from killing her career and I'm one match away from starting my dominance and that dominance will spell the end of the killer bee. Her sting will be dead, her career will be dead heck she may as well roll over and hide her head in shame after Empire. Heck maybe she should do what I did and apparently run away because she can't handle it anymore, oh wait I didn't run away so maybe that was the wrong analysis of things. Maybe I am just summing her up after Empire she may as hell retire.

I am here and I am here to stay, April isn't going to get in my way. The women's champion and specialist champion aren't going to get in my way. In fact the entirety of the women's division can't stand in my way of achieving what I deserve and that is to be at the top of this division. People may think I am talking a big game but just you wait and watch me back it up week after week, night after night. April will be the first step that I will step over and whoever I face next will be the next stepping stone. Playtime is over and it's time for the "it" girl to shine that "it" girl being ME of course.

(Nova is shown sitting silently at the end of a very large table in his house. On the table in front of him sets a pair of over the top rainbow colored sunglasses and a pink and green cowboy hat. He looks down at them in deep thought before beginning to speak)

 

“Grant us wisdom to know what we must do, the will to want to do it, the courage to undertake it, the perseverance to continue to do it, and the strength to complete it.”

 

A lot of insults are being thrown at me, a lot of empty threats yet they all sound exactly the same. It seems that each and every week Kaise comes out and questions my in ring ability. Seemingly forgetting the lengths that I took him to in our first match. Forgetting the fact that he had to cheat to get a win plain and simple proving that I am and will always be the better wrestler and the better man.  Forgetting about the simple fact that I outlasted him in the 24/7 battle royal or basically choosing to ignore it because he is wrapped up in his own empty confidence and false bravado. Overconfidence is a flimsy shield my friend. The fact of the matter is, if you actually had the ability to put me down for good wouldn’t that task have been accomplished by now? The fans see through you; I see through you and what I see is a small-minded man with a blackened heart who is a shell of what he once was in this world. I will bring you back down to earth, give you a glimpse of reality and hopefully once and for all humble you in the center of that ring and once I do I don’t want to hear any of your bitching, your moaning and or complaining. I just want to hear silence for once…..

 

(Nova picks up the hat and places it atop of his heads, then places the shades over his eyes before clearing his throat and beginning to speak once more.)

 

A future so bright that the Macho Man Johnny Nova needs shades, yeah. Continue to sleep on the greatness that sits before you on his thrown, yeah. Continue to doubt what I can do once I step between those ropes, continue to remain oblivious to the fact that I am one of the best damn wrestlers in the business. It’s adorable Mark, yeah. It’s cute like a new born baby, with all of your hash tags and all the other irrelevant shit that will mean nothing once we step between those ropes on Saturday, yeah. The madness will be unleashed and the world will be privy to seeing an absolute and utter ass whopping that team of Phenomenal Madness is going to bestow on you and Kaise, yeah.


Love it, or leave it. The same fire the dragon breaths. He shall burn by, yeah.

 

So, both Kaise and Mark can continue to throw shit at the wall and see what sticks, yeah. Continue to insult the fans intelligence who know that when they see the Macho Man Johnny Nova that they are looking at the best there is…. Past present and future! Ohhhhh yeahhhhhh!!!!


This Saturday, when Pop and I step between those ropes, and the crowd roars and that bell rings you two are in for a world of hurt, yeah. A world of pain, yeah. Your stepping into the ring with the Macho Man and nobody does it better! The cream of the crop, the absolute pinnacle of this industry, a man that can’t afford to lose to a B-lister like Michaels or a nobody like Kaise, yeah. The fact of the matter is that I am going to do anything necessary to get the job done, yeah. These fans deserve a true real to life super hero and that is what I am here to give them, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!


And as for POP, don’t worry my friend. The Macho Man is a man of integrity, yeah and I will make sure to have your back in this match so we can get the job done.

“What is a man? A miserable little pile of secrets!” - Dracula (from the horribly dubbed version of Castlevania: Symphony of the Night)

It's so easy to throw useless quotes in these things to build a bigger atmosphere. I feel as though I should give myself a pat on the back, because it seems as though I have a worthy opponent for my return match at Dynasty. All of this talk about how I’ve lost you yet I was able to use my words to pry out the fighting spirit of a man who doesn’t display it so courteously. I didn’t lose you, I found the true Kasahara! Through all these oppressive days there is only one thing that titillates me; only one thing that gives me goosebumps. It’s the spirit of competition. There are no boundaries to what comes out of my mouth, there are no restrictions to what I’ll do in the ring. Through all the trials and tribulations, and through all the hardships there was the one thing that made me become a champion.... It was my tenacity. When I lock in and give it my all, I’m relentless and I don’t stop. All these words that keep coming out of my mouth, the sheer volume of garbage that spews out, it’ll keep coming and coming and coming.

You might wonder why I don’t save my actions for the rings, why I’m treating this like an FPV instead of a normal Dynasty match. News flash, this is how I treat every match that I’m set to compete in, my mentality has always been to die in the ring, and yet, somehow I’m still alive. Through all the people I’ve beaten in the ring, people like current world champions, Jamie O’Hara and The Pizza Boy, former champions like Lucian Black and TLA, Hall of Famers such as Dark Demon and Cameron Ella Eva, no one has been able to banish me forever even when I lost to those same people in wars. What is a man? All you have to do is look at my past history in order to determine that I might just be hiding a little more than I care to admit.

I get it, you are not impressed. I can sit here and rattle off names all day, just using my words again to build up hype that I can’t possibly live up to but you keep replying and I’ll keep saying the same god damn things until you realize that every word I have to say is nothing but the truth. Everything that I’ve said wasn’t because I was trying to intimidate you or create smoke and mirrors, it was nothing more than a forewarning to what’s going to become a reality.

For one day, I’m going to stop the drug abuse, I don’t want to forget what happens in the ring on Friday night, I want to remember every single scream, every sound of your bones snapping. I want to vividly relive it through my head every time I close my eyes, maybe it’ll be fun enough where this sadness that haunts me will go away forever. I’ll live vicariously through violence, while I let my mind create haunting Kodak memories that I’ll be able to keep forever because you can’t predict the future but you can always recollect about the past. If you are the future of Elite Answers Wrestling, then I guess this whole place is going down in a blaze of glo…. A blaze of mediocrity.  

There really is nothing more that I can say, we’ve spoken long enough and now I’m going to pull a Kasahara. The time for talking is done, I’m finally going to shut the fuck up. I’ll see you on Friday night, kid.

 
 
 
One more restless night. Then, I will finally be able to put my Pain for Pride struggle behind me and move on with the rest of my future. This may amaze some of the people who have just started to follow my wrestling career, but when I first came here, I had no idea what intensity and determination it took to succeed as a pro wrestler. I thought it was just a bunch of overhyped, degenerate-level brawling meant for barbarians and women not good-looking enough to work in porn or in movies. I have been proven wrong.


I have encountered so many people along the way. Amelie Larrieux forced me to keep my guard up and reevaluate my strategy for this place after handing me a defeat in a triple threat match. I had never thought that my first match would end that way, with me arriving too late to save the day and a Frenchwoman stealing my thunder, but it happened. The months that followed were a trial by fire, a never-ending examination of how far I wanted to go in this sport. Victories came, but the validation that I have sought and the very mission that I was given to start with, capturing an EAW championship, continued to slip just past.


People like Cloud Matsuda, Haruna Sakazaki, Mei, Madison Kaline and Brody Sparks have taught me so much and dismissed some of the naivete that one existed in my mind with regards to professional wrestling. With new faces like Miss Manami and Sheridan around, I look forward to facing them and learning even more in the future, about not only this sport but about myself. You must understand something, Amy, it’s been a long time since I have been challenged. High school was boring to the point my parents forced me into so many extracurricular activities that I was practically living in school. Training in the Air Force Academy had some rough patches, but nothing that I was really challenged by the way I’ve been challenged by this sport. Fighting, for money and for country, were easy enough despite the circumstances. Show up, do your job, try not to get killed. Simple enough. Why is THAT simple compared to wrestling? Because often, if you were not up to snuff, you would be dead. In the world that you and I are living in currently, death doesn’t typically apply. If you lose, if you fail, you must LIVE with that mistake, that scar. I have plenty of scars now, but I have also dealt out plenty of my own. Many people on the roster, yourself included, have become intimately acquainted with my submission holds. I honestly don’t remember that much of our first encounter other than it was a tag team match and you and your partner were on the receiving end of a rather effective asskicking. Of all the people that I have encountered here in EAW, you are so far, by a great distance, the most unremarkable. Amelie at least had her fighting prowess in several different styles of fighting. Cloud Matsuda, even though I find her to be an annoying human being, has a unique style and bravado to her that makes her that much more interesting to compete with. Haruna Sakazaki grated my nerves to no end by just breathing air and attempting to speak English, but even she offered me some degree of motivation. Everyone that I have faced and encountered has given me something to think about, something to motivate me.



Then I see you. Bland name. Bland fashion sense. Bland everything. You talk about working hard and trying to get to the top as if it’s worthy of praise and that you deserve better than jerking the curtain of Empire shows. See, that’s not how this or anything in life works. We don’t move our way up by talking, we EARN our way up by DOING. Why do you think the richest, most successful people in the world don’t typically spend time bragging and flaunting their wealth? They spend their time working on new business deals, working harder than their competition, giving more of their time and energy to their given field than anyone else. I do think it’s funny that you mentioned me “bragging” about finishing second in the Empire Cup. I have hardly bragged. People would come up to me on the street and pat me on the back and say “Great effort, April! Nobody expected you to get that far!” It took every fiber of my being not to look the people saying stuff like that in the eyes and say, “Go jump off a fucking cliff, I wanted to win.” I have not forgotten that day, not at all. For the last couple of months, that picture of Cameron Ella Ava celebrating with her sister and friends, Holding the Cup aloft while I sat on the floor, exhausted and just watching…it’s been the background of my phone. It’s on my laptop. There’s even a small wallet sized photo that I have that is the first thing I look at when I dig into my bag to grab my gear to train for the day. I want to remember that day, not because it’s a point of GLORY…but the ultimate low point in my athletic life. I remember that moment to never forget how that felt…and to do everything in my power to never feel that way again. I have had some other close calls and near-misses, but nothing compares to how that felt.



When I saw that your name was on the card as my latest opponent, I didn’t just stare at the card and wonder if it was a joke. I was not overjoyed or depressed that I was facing you. Honestly, my first reaction was that I was happy to have a payday. For some reason Empire doesn’t want anyone not named Aria Jaxon working every week so I’ll take my paycheck when I can get it. And then, I sat down and tried to remember anything that I could about you and I don’t remember much. I don’t have any tape to study to see what you have done since then. I’m the guinea pig to test on, I suppose. It’s like a football season gameday when one team has retooled itself completely and prepares to face a team that’s long held the same styles, plays and tendencies. Everyone is curious to see which side wins: the rebuilding project, or the team that favors consistency over all else. It’s disappointing to me that you think that I don’t take you seriously because I do. While I’m not lacking for confidence, I know that matches like these are where one makes the money, puts people on notice the most. Anyone can win a one-off match, but when you start collecting victories in succession then people take notice. You are trying very, VERY hard to get people to notice you, Amy. I will oblige you. After tomorrow night, people will notice you…for all the wrong reasons.


They will notice that even with your extensive training for eight months, no matter how much you have improved, you will not outmaneuver a combat veteran who has devoted her youth and a heavy bulk of her adult life to combat sports. You may have improved enough for me to be forced into using maneuvers I may not be fond of using, but the fact remains that even after eight months your fighting style is still, almost certainly, standard, ordinary fare.


They will notice that you have a big mouth that your actions will not back up. When I first saw the card that were mentioned on, I was thinking of taking a hands-off, professional approach until we got to the ring. Your words, mocking my nickname given to me by my superiors for work as a pilot, have started to bring me close to a very dark, very dangerous place. While I’m not completely in that place I don’t want to be…I’m more than capable of making you regret everything that you have said to me. I had considered reaching out to you in respect before you started speaking ill of me without provocation. I don’t give a shit if you are playing up a “character” for the cameras or not, you will NOT disrespect me on international television and the internet and not receive both a verbal and very physical response. I will not loosen my hands when it comes to you in the ring. I’m going to make sure that you suffer a bit before you succumb to your fate. I’m not the most experienced wrestler, but even I know that wrestlers like you should show respect to their compatriots in the back, especially when they have done nothing to provoke such foolish action as the garbage that came out of your mouth a few days ago.


They will also know that you’re not very good at reading a calendar. Our match is scheduled for the sixth, sweetheart, not the seventh. I don’t know if you’re anywhere near Portland, but you better hustle on up here if you’re not. Lord knows I’d take much more satisfaction in you losing this match by submission at my hands than by forfeit because you weren’t smart enough to follow up on a booking date.


There is another difference between you and I, Amy. You want to make just Empire your “domain”. My dominion is the entire world. My arena, one day, will be all EAW. There is a way to make this goal a reality, but until the time comes for me to take a crack at the EAW Openweight Championship, Empire is my home. Your era will have to wait a little longer to begin, unfortunately for you. As I’ve said before, you are not going to get your big break at my expense. I have worked hard for too long and given up too much to just stop or have myself stopped by the likes of you. I said once before that if I didn’t win the Empire Cup or Divide and Conquer then I wasn’t ready to reap the reward. There are still things that I must improve, movements that I must make sharper, training that I must force myself to go even harder in to get to where I want to go.


You are not a challenge for me. Yet still in my eyes you are not a victim, either.


You are a warm-up. You are the barometer that I need to see where I stand going into the rest of the summer. I’m going to use you as a bar of my progress…even though by my own admission that is not setting the bar particularly high. There are plenty who don’t seem to care about me or my wrestling style. It may be “boring”. They may find since I’m not prone to shaking my ass and appealing to male demographics I may lack “Charisma”. I don’t go out and make a spectacle of myself or whore around. I’m not a veteran full of sage wisdom. I’m not someone’s sister or mother or girlfriend or boss. I’m just April Song. I drink a lot. I play video games some. I work out a lot. I own a few guns and motorcycles. And whenever my name is put on a card people can expect two things: Liquor sales in whatever town I visit go up…and someone will tap out. People may or may not care and to those that don’t care…it doesn’t hurt my feelings. I’m not here for them or you, I’m here for myself.


When I suffered a humiliating loss a few months ago, I let the world know that I was not going anywhere. I was going to stay and stand and fight, improve through all the wonderfully horrific pain and suffering that can come both physically and psychologically. Allow me to say it again, for you, for the haters, the doubters, the cynics, the people who don’t care and ESPECIALLY the two champions who call Empire their home:



APRIL SONG IS NOT GOING ANYWHERE. 

Free Fallin'


Well, if by being edgy means to be as real as it gets, then yes, I’m the most edgy son of the bitch you will ever step in the ring with. Why do people seem to think this part of me is a total act when in reality, I’m just calling it as it is. I don’t give a fuck about this match, the fans aren’t going to give a fuck about this match, it’s only you, Cailin, because when is so damn important to you. Like my god, it’s like if I beat you tomorrow night, you might end up killing yourself or something. You see, I’m all about giving people what they want to see. Just as every hero just isn’t that interesting without a villain, because let’s be honest, no one would really give a damn about Batman if it wasn’t for the Jokers, Two-face, and Catwoman. So here you are shaming me for willing to take the position that people don’t want to be when in truth, every single one of you bitches in that locker room are the most disgusting excuse for human beings with how insanely bloodthirsty and competitive you get. And here you are all calling me the animal for how I act. Sure, I’m not perfect by any means, but atleast I can admit that nobody gives a shit about me. I see you all look down on me in that locker room, and you don’t think I get a little pissed off when each and every single one of your itty bitty eyes glaring and judging like, she don’t belong. This is the exclusive club, where only the talented gets in, but you know what, fuck that club. Fuck the rules. You all are so high up there, you don’t even seem to know what is real anymore and forget people like us exist and do nothing to even try to get along. The elitism and smugness here is off the charts, it’s no wonder I drink. You think facing you is going to be the toughest challenge of my life, have you seen what it’s like working with you all and not taking a drink every few minutes. Ugh, you are all just so god damn irritating, that it’s no wonder I don’t just walk away from this.
 
But alas, I’m not going anywhere. Why? Because growing up in a family where people are a success, you always get looked down as a constant failure that has so much potential and doesn’t live up to it. Believe it or not, one of my brother is a world reknown psychologist, and I pick up a few things from him, but it doesn’t mean I know everything about you, like people seem to imply, but the only thing is certain is I don’t want to be like you with how much a prick you like to be. Like Girl, I finally found something I finally like and want to do. It was either this or underground fight clubs, but the fans don’t truly appreciate the art that is ass whupping, so alas, here I am eager to learn and grow. Yet once again, the world is a little too small for you to see that variety is good and the spice of life. And as hot as I may get, just because you’re bland as fuck as every other girl here in terms of personality, so what? You got your wins and titles. You also got a tendency to let people walk all over you because for some stupid reason, “it takes strength to move on and forget.” Bitch please, you lose your title and someone kidnaps you, you raise hell and burn everything to the ground until ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and you’re laughing. Have you not seen “The Last House on the Left?” When a bunch of those thugs raped their daughters, and when given the opportunity, her parents took revenge and absolutely made sure they paid for what they did? This is what people demand. This is justice, and quite frankly, girl, your too limp wristed to even deliver that.  You had everything you worked for taken away from you before your eyes, and you were forced in a position you didn’t want to be in. Well, shit, for all the shit you talk, you don’t sound tough, and you really still don’t see how you are the joke? It’s cool, you have a personality type that makes it hard to laugh at yourself, but this is just another one of those moments where you aren’t laughing because it happened to you, when it could had been Cameron or Aria, you’d either laugh at their misery and gloat in their face, or not do a damn thing about it. You’re selfish and sensitive as fuck, and this is why people are laughing, because you basically got what was coming for you. Atleast if you destroy me, atleast the girls in that locker room will get a good chuckle because of how much they seem to hate me, but at this point, its like every new girl that walks in that locker room now is going to be hated unless you kiss ass like that Savannah Sunshine girl. Oh, good, everyone likes here because she isn’t going for your titles or going to bring shame to the division, because “everyone is expected to act a certain way and wrestle at a certain level.” But you know what? I’m better than that and smarter than that, and I don’t need to fall in line anymore. I joined the military and did that because as a unit, you had to work together. Here, despite all the friends you think you are making, it’s a dog eat dog world, where everyone has a target on their head. Even wife and wife can’t seem to get along, and people think this is ok, and once again, I’m the trash, when we are this close to seeing Haruna beat her own wife on live television. And here you are, Cailin Dillon, playing the bully when you don’t even have the balls to bully back the people that deserve it the most. You are a sham and a disgrace to your own name, and I can keep talking trash about you, but the pile is already so big, I don’t want to be engulfed by it. But yet here I am, so intrigued to see what comes next? What happened? That it’s too late. Girl, I was trapped long before out match was even made, the moment you “returned,” because I can see it, you haven’t really returned at all. Where the hell is the real Cailin Dillon, because all I see is some loser that thinks just because she has a little more tenure and experience, it will carry her through? Well fuck that noise. This is the real me, but you want to see the act? Here it is.
 
Ba da da da na, Revy is here! Wazzup Hoes?! Blam! Whose this bitch going on calling me Rebecca? Did I give you permission to call me that? We aren’t friends or did you say that to be endearing? Oh in that case, I’m going to give you a nice nickname. How about cunt-face? Cocksucker? Three Fitty Hoe? Or Mrs. Is my ass jealous of the shit that is coming out of my mouth?  Or how about Mrs. Pain for Pride X? Yeah, that has a nice ring to it. Because if you ask me, your performance stole the whole damn show for me, and by the time the Coven carried you out of that ring, I stood up, clapped my hands and tears coming straight from my eyes, telling myself, “wow, she absolutely deserved that.” And you know what now? I think I know. No, I’m not your god damn psychiatrist, but it’s not hard to see that you are more than willing to move on because what happened to you was meant to happen to you. You deserve it! How about that instead of chanting “Pain for Pride X.”
 
You deserved it!
 
You deserved it!
 
You deserved it!

And now you are probably wondering? Is this stroking your ego or is this an insult. It’s an insult. Blam! Because at the end of it all, even though you can’t admit it, you know already that what happened to you, you probably had it coming. You got out played and out gunned by Aria and Cam, and you know that. And you got kidnapped, because well, Karma is a bitch, but trust me, Karma isn’t going to have shit on me when you and I step into that ring and I going to hit you so damn hard, your ego is going to feel it and bruise like a day old peach, because let’s face it. You are no longer ripe. You are no longer perfect. And so begins the great descend for you that is mediocrity, and you want to know what? I’ll be there waiting for you, because for fucks sakes, I’m just so beneath you, but little do you know, by pussying out the way you did there, you are already heading towards that sad sad sad path of being worse than me because you aren’t as tough as you think you are. I can’t say it’s bad to be me, after all, I enjoy being me, but the lowest common denominator after me, man, even I don’t know if I can raise the bar low enough to make you look good with how far you are falling and still are. 

(Ahren is back in the Pink Hotel, just chillin on the pinkest fuzziest couch of all time, in his fuzzy pink vest)

First of all... woop woop, your first mistake scoot is that you broke the lawr... on camera! IN FRONT OF A COP!! I'm going to have to write you some tickets buddy. For speeding... THATS A TICKET! For blasting your music like a douche bag... THATS A TICKET! For being white and listening to rap music and thinking you're hard... THATS A TICKET!! I'll give you these in person when we meet up this FRIDAY!! Haha that's so weird, I love it, fuck Sunday wrestling for real.. anyways Scott, I surprised you didn't I? Because through that little pity party you threw  for yourself you seemed to have been hurt a little. You didn't believe the hype. You thought that Ahren Fournier was nothing but a comedy act, you thought that I was just a Drastik number 2. Don't get me wrong I feel like that's how everyone feels. They don't put me in the Rex McAllister level, they don't put me on the Nico Borg level, they don't put me on the Ryan Marx level. And why? It's because I don't keep a thesaurus lodged up my ass like those people. I don't use the big words, I like to be loose and have fun. You see I say these things because I have to. I say im the best because of the management that books matches. If I don't impress them then I don't get those title matches that I so covet. I don't have anything to prove to myself, I have to remind them. Because everyone around here is so concerned about acting tough and being the biggest and the baddest. I say who the fuck cares? I'm here because I love it and I want to have fun. Don't think I'm tough because I'm a care free spirit? Ok? I'll just win the match. That's the thing though everyone here judges talent based on the vocabulary you posses, and I wonder how that started. Here I thought we were in the business of beating people up, when did it transition into a spelling bee? But it's fine Scott, you don't have to believe the hype, no one does... until they step in the ring with me. I change the opinions of people on the reg once they actually have me punch them in the face. Did anyone believe that I would become one of the greatest Hardcore champions of all time? Probs not, until I did it. But here you are Scott, contemplating life over a sunset. Just because of the words I said to you. Scoot I bent you over ok? I didn't even lube it up, and I took you to pound town. I went in raw and just destroyed your asshole, ok? I didn't light candles, I didn't give you any foreplay, I just went in and ruined you. No one will be able to pleasure you the way you like ever again after I verbally decimated you. The one thing that you could come back at me with as any resemblance of a retort was... why do I feel the need to tell everyone how great I am if I am the goat I say I am. And I will give you credit that is a valid question. With a simple answer. You see due to my attitude of looseness, and not giving a fuck about what people think of me... they think of me as a comedy act and nothing more. They don't believe that Ahren Fournier is legit... but I assure you I am legit.. I'm too legit... I'm too legit to quit. I just like to remind people who they're dealing with, and tell them why I'm so much better than them, because quite frankly they forget a lot. People like you scoot who didn't think that I was as good as I say I am.. who thinks I'm just a carbon copy of someone else. I am a future world champion, but I understand where you're coming from.

To call myself the goat already is a little pre mature, pre'ing happens to the best of us, believe me I know. I haven't won the world title, I haven't done a lot of things that others have. This isn't due to me not being better than them, rather it is just because I haven't had the same opportunities as them. Those people that I listed before, Rex McAllister, Ryan Marx, Nico Borg, they've all been at least champions twice... or in Nicos case champion once and CITV, which is basically the same thing so whatever. I've only had the chance to win a title once. I don't get what they do, but when I do get those chances I flourish. But until I do reach the pinnacle and I do prove that I am who I say I am, I will refrain from calling myself the goat. Instead I will refer to myself as the young goat and or the potential goat. Because I can see myself getting to that point eventually, I can see myself hoisting that title up high, whipping my dick out for all who doubted me and telling them to suck it. But not really because you all don't deserve to have the pleasure of putting such a glorious appendage in your mouth. So yes scoot, I do still need to prove myself to others, but to myself, I know who i am, and I don't have to prove a damn thing. The thing is the person that talks the loudest, the biggest self promoters are usually the ones that get what they want. Look at Donald trump, the president of the United States. Was he the best candidate to run the United States? Probably not, but he was the best talker, the best self promoter, and he sold himself to the American people. He won, he got what he wanted, he talked it into existence, he told everyone how great he was and they listened. Lavar Ball is another example of this. He sold his kid to the world, he promoted him like no other, he wanted his kid on the Lakers and by god he got his kid on the Lakers. He may the biggest bust in NBA history but who cares, that guy got paid, and he got paid exactly where he wanted to be. You see what I'm saying? They didn't have to convince themselves that they're the best, they had to convince everyone else, and they did it through words, and it worked. That's all I'm doing a little self promotion, I'm getting the eyes on me through words, and then when the eyes get on me, then I'll show them that what I say is true and I'll get my chances.

As for you and this whole sunset, it's more appropriate than you might have even knew. The old adage of riding off into the sunset, when the old grizzled vet finally calls it quits, and let's his career die in glory. We saw it just this past pain for pride. Robbie v vs. Brian Daniels, and what a match it was! One for the ages really. People stood in awe and with tears in there eyes as these two gladiators, these two warriors, these legends battled it out one last time. And at the end one stood tall, and they embraced each other. A moment that will be etched in the record books as one of the greatest matches that has ever been, and a moment that no one will ever forget. They rode off into the sunset and they let there careers go, as everyone applauded. That won't happen for you scoot there will be no riding off into the sunset. Just like you did with the actual sunset when you addressed me, you will ride the opposite way, riding away from the sunset, maybe sideways I don't know. Most likely you'll crash that car and be buried on the side of the road, where you belong. Never to be heard or seen again because that's what you deserve. You almost ruined this company and all it worth. You deserve to never get that send off, and hey, hopefully this Friday I can help the process. This young peacock rising Phoenix stud of a man, is going to beat you down and show you exactly where you stand in this company. If the draft didn't make it clear enough your at the bottom of the totem pole. And If I get it my way, I'll take a chain saw and just cut you off the totem pole completely. So we never have to see your pathetic indecisive, old as fuck ass again. 

Last thing though, I don't think you understand what a contradiction is scoot, because I didn't utter any. That was a mighty fine quote that you of me, I thank you for repeating it. You see scooter, the fact of the matter is yeah I think I'm the best, I don't have the accolades to prove it, so I'm the young goat. I know I'm the best, you don't think I am. Rightfully so, what have I done to be considered the best right? But to me, being the best is frame of mind, if I go out there thinking that no one can touch me, it puts my odds of actually accomplishing what I'm setting out to do more likely. Of course I think I'm the best, but you don't. Me wanting to prove to you that I'm the best is not a contradiction, because I know it, but you don't. I can't get you to think what I do automatically if I could then it would've happened already. So how does one change the opinion of others? Prove them wrong. And throughout this entire back and forth of been doing just that, proving you wrong. So your one last Hail Mary attempt to chastise me and making me to look dumb has failed. Now what's your next move? I'm quite curious.

(Ahren strokes his beard, and winks at the camera as it fades to black)

Here we go.....The Golden Child. You maybe a legend in this business but you are The Golden Child no one wants to deal with. You had everything handed to you on a silver platter and you wouldn't last five minutes in my shoes if you had the opportunity. But you have it all wrong Heart Break Gal, you have it all wrong. Championship opportunities don't excite me? Are you serious? You have to be kidding right? The only three things I care about in this world is money, championships and myself. I was the one who scratch and crawled to my New Breed Championship reign. Nine Months. NINE MOTHER FUCKING MONTHS IT TOOK ME TO FINALLY CAPTURE THE NEW BREED CHAMPIONSHIP! HARD WORK PAYED OFF BECAUSE FINALLY NEARLY LEAVING DYNASTY, THAT IDIOT MONROE CAVED IN AND GAVE ME THE BIGGEST CONTRACT IN HISTORY NO MATTER WHICH BRAND I WENT TO AFTER SEASON TEN AND SHORTLY AFTER TIME STRUCK MIDNIGHT AND THE HATERS WERE PROVED WRONG! Did I do it on my own? You're god damn right I did. Did I do it without the pathetic fans? You're god damn right I did. But this is another point where The Golden Child is wrong, the fans didn't accept me. I didn't accept them, I shut them off. All it takes is one second and you can shut all of them off and every single night all I hear in that squared circle is myself making my opponents suffer and having them screaming in pain. I live off of championship opportunities Heart Break Gal but it just made me sick to my stomach other people getting opportunities handed to them like Finnegan Wakefield, Anthony Leonhart, and even that Mo.....Moon......Moongoose.........MOONGOOSE MCQUEEN! A hundred and six days. That's almost four months. A HUNDRED AND SIX DAYS! I was supposed to be the one. I was supposed to be the one that broke all the records, seven months held by current World Heavyweight Champion - Jamie O'Hara was going to be broken with ease. I was ready to walk into Pain for Pride 11 still with the title around my waist. I was the thirty-eighth New Breed Champion in history and I should have been the final reign but that damn MOONGOOSE had to ruin it. I just can't stand him, I am just been going insane the past few days. Everywhere I go. The grocery store, the bank, the gas station all I see is his face walking around right in-front of me. Multiple times I have been fined and nearly arrested from beating people up thinking it's Moongoose it all needs to stop. It's gotten to a point where the girl I was sleeping with a few days ago wrapped her hands around me, I turn around and see his face right there and I Immediately flipped out but slapped myself in the face to realize it wasn't him. Heart Break Gal you don't realize this but the New Breed Division is super hot right now because of me, I was the one that made it great. I was the one that brought all of the challengers to the promise land. I was the one that made the New Breed Championship important again and I won't let a golden child like you ruin my hundred and six day reign! I am a man that just wants people to realize what I felt as a child, feel what I felt. FEEL MY PAIN! But this Saturday Night will Heart Break Gal's Day of Reckoning. This caged animal has evolved into a ticking time bomb and clock is ticking. Once that clock hits zero, the bomb goes off and blood will be shed everywhere. Not my blood but yours. Whatever is happening inside my head right now with these mind games with that idiot Moongoose will come to an end as I end the jinx. I am better then Moongoose, I am better then the New Breed Division and Heart Break Gal I am better then you. Get ready because your day of reckoning soon awaits you. Time to feel the pain.....

A dying animal. What a perfect way to describe Lucas Johnson in this horrible hellish existence that he calls a career. This cage that is supposed to hold him back did nothing helpful but suffocate him until he ran out of breath the moment he realize that the beast inside him will never be awaken and seen by the world unleashed... why? Because it never existed to begin with. 

Most of the time the scenarios we picture in our minds as the most enticing just ends up being the biggest disappointment. The days following Pain for Pride didn't feel like a relief. It just seemed like just another glorious victory that I thought would feel like a crown on my head and a sense of entitlement next to my name, but ended up making no goddamn difference. It feels like winning another match in another event where I told once again the tale of my undeniable excellence which speaks volumes of my legacy and what I stand for... but it happens so frequently that it loses its satisfaction. It feels like jumping off a cliff and onto the deep waters feeling the thrill as it is happening, yet after you've settled with your head above the water, you start to wonder if it's worth trying again. That's just how I am, it's always an endless parade of discontentment. I can never settle in one place or else I'll go insane knowing that this world is plainly a fight to the top of the ladder, a road to survival, and I let myself fall behind with every opportunity in my grasp that I let slip through my fingers. Why do you think I walked away from Empire? Why do you think I walked away from Y2Impact? Why do you think it was so easy for me to choose gold over Lannister and this fickle thing he calls "loyalty"? Because to the Heart Break Gal, it is never enough. And this is exactly the reason why I envy someone like Lucas Johnson. He is the perfect example of a man that just goes with the flow, ignorance being his greatest power, because he is merely a leaf being led by the breeze. He stayed dormant for most of his career that no Championship opportunity can excite him enough to take a leap of faith unless it is awarded to him out of pity. He has always stayed the same way from the first day of work up to his first year -- no dynamic, no changes, no improvements -- and wonders why he never gets a promotion. I suppose that's what happens when you get a broken childhood... everything about you is broken and you're bound to failure, and Lucas Johnson is the living proof of that. You start to have this mindset that if you don't deserve your family's love, then you don't deserve the anything good this world has to offer. Your parents didn't raise you well enough to know the difference between glitters and gold, that you think a pathetic participation trophy like "The Young Lion's Cup" is worth a Championship because it's the only thing that you deserve for being an incompetent fool who isn't worthy of a bright future. Never loved by the fans, never respected by the legends because you hold no importance to the progress of this company or to the New Breed Division, just like your feelings mean nothing to those who bullied you. I was raised as a perfect being, Lucas. My parents taught me how to be free with my decisions and to follow my hearts desires instead of beating me to death with a candlestick just because they thought I was a devil child for making a single mistake, so I can't possibly know what it feels like to have that miserable existence that you woke up to... that you STILL wake up to... everyday. I don't empathize, I don't feel sorry about your past... Questioning my morality after everything that I have done is the most ironic thing that you could ever do... Because, Lucas, people like me never feel guilt or shame. I stand by my decisions whatever the consequences. I don't regret the damage I do to other people's lives, especially those who start with me to begin with. Your cry for justice is useless. Your scream for help will not be heard. I did not come here to give you a big hug and tell you everything is going to be okay or to stop Moongoose McQueen from beating your bitchass, because it's not going to be okay, Lucas. It will only get worse from here. You got drafted at Showdown. You are part of the brand where the biggest legends and the best of the new breeds come together to outperform one another, and I'm afraid you won't ever make the cut because of your inability to keep your emotions in check. This is not a blessing to be in this brand, as a matter of fact, it's just added pain for lesser compensation on your part. You will be forced to work harder than you did when you were facing measly Voltage scums that just hands you Championships without blinking an eye. And while my chapters have been beautifully written with minimal flaws and a happy conclusion, you will struggle to write yours as you spiral down the drain before even coming up with a single thought for your rags-to-riches journey. You will be forced to be at the bottom of the food-chain settling for scraps, while I sit everyday immersed in glamour and glitz at my dinner table. You will continue to crawl like a disgusting insect hiding within the grass... and while you look up at the sky watching the brave eagle soaring freely, you will then learn how different you and I see the world. And after the bell rings and the dust settles to conclude our match and my hand is raised as the winner, there you will reminded of the biggest difference between you and me. 

You think high school drama and those big bad boys beating you is the worst bullying that you could ever experience? Oh, you haven't yet met the devil incarnate. You haven't met The Heart Break Gal.

 

 
It’s easy to say you’re going to accomplish something. Every week, each of you appears before the camera, chests puffed out, declaring victory days before you even step into the ring. Do you know what it means to win Haruna? Winning takes more than a good workout and hoping you hit that finisher for the win. It takes intelligence and great instinct. It takes experience dear and the insight to utilize it properly.
 
I don’t mean to offend Sakazaki-chan, but you know nothing of how cruel and harsh this world can be. Japan loves you because you’re a strong crossover talent: you’re a wrestler, musician, and an actor. In my time, we were only regulated to the ring with maybe a chance to model - oh yes, you do that as well. With so much time on your hands, how can you even hone your craft? Where is the time to train? You have a school in Queens, yes? When Stephanie opened her school, I advised her to be mindful of the time she spends training for herself and other people. When I co-founded JET, I had been aware of similar conflicts. You are loved by Japan, yes, but are you happy where you are now? Not too long ago, you were at the top of your game. I was a bit skeptical when Azumi told me she was dating you. I felt the same when Cloud said about Cailin. One should never mix their career with their personal life. What we do in that square circle should be business only. I’ve experience love in similar form as my students, but my legacy comes first. Your actions define how people will remember you Sakazaki-chan. Do you want to inspire? That’s very noble of you. First, you should start by motivating yourself though. 
 
One thing we can both agree on my dear is that you’ve wasted enough time. Five years is not a long time in our industry, but you’re at a crossroads. This is the year that determines who Haruna Sakazaki is. People know who “Miss” Manami Toyama is. It took me two years to win my first world championship. In that, I was blessed for the opportunity, but it was my belief in my ability that got me the win. What I see is not a woman who’s on the way to win everything, but one who’s still trying to figure out who she is. Yes, the people love you, but do you love yourself? Do you know and understand who you are as a person? As a wrestler? As a woman? I’d like to see you make it to the top; maybe later this season we’ll be fighting each other for the Specialist Championship or the Women’s World Title, but for now, we meet on the season premiere of Empire.The first day of my last year in wrestling. I’d love to see you fulfill your dream, but I have a legacy to protect Sakazaki-chan. 
 
It’s interesting that you compared yourself to my students. One of them has accomplished more in two years; then you have your entire year. The other had so much potential but spent an entire year following you like a puppy dog. Before that, she was chasing some man. She develops crushes quite quickly - you should have seen her back at JET. The only one who gives Stephanie a run for her money (laughs). Your wife, God willing, could surpass my legacy if she worked that much harder in the ring. Steph called upon the services of Mao, and she got her title shot. Her stock rose considerably last year - she doesn’t need to fight week after week to get hr opportunities anymore. She’s one step closer to establishing her legacy. But alas, she’s not perfect, nor is Azumi, or myself. We are just women; joshis who want to prove our way, our style to the world. You criticize them of fighting like me - my dear, everyone fights like me. From Aria Jaxon’s sunset flip to the way Sheridan Muller bridges her German suplex. I hate to toot my hall, but my generation has inspired yours to fight a specific way associated with women’s wrestling. Our lower center of gravity allows us to perform certain feats differently but more efficiently than men. My generation exploited this fact and began outperforming our male brethren night after night. Your wings are my wings Haruna until you can me show me different.
 
Tell me your story Haruna. Write with your fists and sing to me with your war cries! You will fall on Thursday, but it will be a sight to behold. I’m not interested in squashing you in the slightest - a good match uplifts both winner and loser. Take your tomorrow and learn from it. Meanwhile, I’ll be blazing a trail of glory to be remembered by the very people who you claim loves you. They may cheer for you…
 
But they worship me.

 
I finally get what you mean when you say you aren’t like most girls on this roster. You’re trying so hard to be extra edgy at every turn. Edge here, edge there, but it’s so easy to see through all of it. It really is just a huge act. And when you divert from being edgey, this week it’s not all about ammo and bullets as much as it is playing part-time detective and part-time psychologist. You see every one, Revy just has me all figured out. She demands answers for something that happened at Pain for Pride while I’m fixated on taking about the match we’re about to have. She says I’m not moving past my loss because it’s just not possible, or something? And then maybe I’m moving on to fast? I don’t know, it’s all kind of hard to figure out when you go from here to there and everywhere in between. Here’s what I can tell you I do know: I’m preparing myself for a match on Empire facing someone I’ve never been in the ring with before, I fully plan on defeating that person in every way possible and there’s no way in hell I’m letting my eyes slip away from going after Aria and that title. But apparently because I didn’t tear down a door and attack Aria last week I’ve lost some sort of edge or confidence or, god knows what when it comes to the shit Revy is saying. This division isn’t just full of fragile little butterflies who can’t take anything. And no one here is really worried about the opinions of a fan of a movie that likes to talk about their favorite lines. Nah, you’re not really all that unique just because you say different shit. You’re just out here trying to make a name for yourself like everyone else. Deny that, but then realize your own words. You’re the person that will point out how big a win would be for you this week, but then quickly back track to say something about how you wouldn’t care. You’re just here to be the agent of chaos… funny I called you Raven Lee before because that was her actual catchphrase. Wow. I wasn’t sure it would come to this because you’re the one playing detective, but I think I’ve cracked the code. You’re cosplaying as Raven Lee, right? You’re playing psychiatrist, but it seems like you’re the one whose intentions are just completely far from clear. You don’t really know anything about me, honestly. With every word that comes out of your mouth you prove you know less and less than I would have thought before. You want to know all the answers, but they won’t bring you or me any clarity. But I can just pinpoint the false sense of confidence you have. You can just tell you think you have me pinned down and you’re coming across as so cocky now. You think you got ol’ Cailin Dillon right where you want her. But that’s the thing. That, is the trap. So many girls just like you have come at me thinking they have all the answers and just crumbled right in front of me when they actually get in the ring. You’re not going to be any different. In the end it will be the same ending to the same old story, you’ll give your best shot here with your big mouth and your haymaker punch in the ring will miss and you’ll land flat on your ass. All these big aspirations you have one minute and deny another will blow up in your face. And you still won’t have all the answers you seek.
 
No one really likes to lose. You stole it from me yourself. Every loss is a learning experience. But hell, everything is a learning experience. Just like how it takes time to learn about a new opponent. That’s why everything about you is so transparent now. At first I was laughing about the way you were coming at me. Who is this girl really? I had heard before you were all bullets and guns and just trying so fucking hard to be the edgiest thing to hit this roster since EAW was formed. But then it all becomes apparent the more and more I hear from you that you are just trying way too hard to be different. Maybe people will like you if you’re somehow completely different than everyone else, right? But no, it’s not that different. You’re not the first person to say agent of chaos, like I said, and you’re hardly the first to say they like the misery of others. It’s not new for someone to walk into this division and point to crazy shit and say ‘hey, that’s what I wanted to happen all along.’ I mean, hell, you’re not even the first person in this division to mention their heavy drinking. That person was on a roll and lost to me and absolutely faded off the side of the planet. Not that I had anything to do with it, probably just perfect timing. But again, not new. Not flashy or shiny. Not even a little bit interesting. But I will give you this that you try hard. Except you seem to think you’re capable of something you’re not. You rub a loss at Pain for Pride in my face like I didn’t just fight for the top title in our division on the grandest stage this company has ever put together. I’m not mad, but I’m not finished either. I’m not sorry if you’re not entertained by any of this, because I’m not here to entertain you at all. And you’re definitely not entertaining me anymore. It was at first somewhat cute. I’m not mad or annoyed now, it just got a little drab and repetitive for my tastes. The second time you hit the Joker shit I just sighed. Here. We. Go… again. Because I see this kind of shit so often in this division. You have all the formula of someone that comes in here promising to eventually turn our worlds upside down and you’ve pinpointed me as someone you hope to take something from some day. You’ve barely been here but you have some serious beef with the Coven, it seems like. Maybe you’re not trying to be the Joker at all. Maybe you’re trying to be the hero you think this division needs. God it just feels so cheesy to reference that same movie over and over. But like so many before you, you’re heading toward failure. It doesn’t really have anything to do with how decent you are in the ring. When you methodically come week after week as the hard drinker who doesn’t care about her career but wants to see and create chaos, you can only go so far. Sure, people find you interesting now. But interesting will only get you so far. And eventually, everyone will realize you’re just a waste of time.
 
Honestly you can say what you want about me. I know who and what I am and so does everyone else. You’re out here trying to be a cerebral assassin and failing so hard that words can’t even explain it. My careers speaks for itself and my ability to translate what could be a defining loss into future success in very little time is not often replicated in this division, let alone this company. My determination to turnaround and improve knows no bounds. And the joy I get from smacking around an asshole like you doesn’t either. I’ll go ahead and answer your rhetorical question for you: can you beat me? Obviously every bitch has her day in this company. But you’re not going to catch me at my lowest. You’re not gonna catch me on an off-day. I’m not operating at half speed and pouting. There’s no woe is me feelings right now. The only thing I feel is excited to show you just how little you accomplished this week by trying to prove I’m emotionally fragile. You’ve done fucked up, Revy. You wasted your time this entire week and you didn’t get anywhere. But honestly, you’re still someone I wouldn’t mind getting drunk with and listening to you shout off your favorite lines from your favorite Batman movie. Because I seriously feel like you have to be drunk to find the true comedy behind everything Revy is. Cheers, sweetie. Let me be as lame as you for a moment just for my own humor. You want the answers? You want the truth!? You can’t handle the truth! Ok, nope, I’m done. That was just too much. I’m just going to stick to what I do best, and that’s making women feel like they just got hit by a tornado in that ring right before I add the exclamation point with the Eyes of Texas. And believe me, Revy, you’ll enjoy this match. You’ll love the pain I put you through and you will learn and grow from it. I just have no idea where you go after that, and like you about so many things, I really don’t care. But I can assure you this: you won’t get the answers you seek this week. I have zero obligations to tell you anything past what I’m about to do to you when we step in the ring. It’s not about privacy, it’s about having fun listening to you bitch and moan and put together these false conclusions.
 

I know the conclusion, hun. I know how this week ends, and that’s the only thing that matters to me right now. My revenge? It comes on my terms, not yours. Beating you isn’t related to any of that, it’s just a gap filler along the way really. But Becca… Pain for Pride X. Pain for Pride X. Pain for Pride X! Oops, no beetlejuice… no scary shit and… I will end you on Empire. And then I will set my sights on taking back the Women’s Championship and the division. And I will bring evil unlike anything this company has ever felt… uhh, where was I. I think I lost my thought there for a moment. Well, shit. I can’t remember what we were talking about, Becca, but I know this: we will have a blast in that ring together tomorrow night. And when the dust settles, you’ll be just like the Joker at the end of every classic Batman movie. And me? I won’t be like Batman at the end of all those 60s TV shows I can assure you that. I’m beating you down this week, girly. And if you want more answers than that you’ll have to tune in next week. Same Cailin show. Same Cailin channel.

If I am able to see further than others, it is because I stand upon the shoulders of legends like the duo that teamed with me at Pain for Pride. And in doing so, I finally humbled and disposed of the bastard that kept ransacking my pride here and there.

The evolution of a career has always been fascinating to me. When you start off, there is this yearning to strike at any golden opportunity to make a name for yourself. And when you have planted your name into the vigilant eye, you start to yank at the odd convenient moments to fight for the more paramount dividends. Finally, you arise to a point where you can just wait patiently to further your legacy knowing that you have already occupied yourself as an everlasting legend of the company. When Jaywalker and Ares Vendetta decided to lead an onslaught against me a few months ago, I was lost in thought awestruck about whether I had taken a misstep along the way. Perhaps I was too nonchalant for my own good and rightly deserved an eye opening encounter to get me back in the flux of things. I simply worked out over time that it was the green-eyed monster in that preposterous duo that was driving them; not my incapability to deliver. Whereas they thought I had lost a step and would be an easy target for their Hall of Fame championship, they neglected to recognize the matter of fact that I am an esteemed warrior of this company. With that privilege comes the valued honor of having many other different esteemed warriors numbers in your notepad and I took full advantage of it. I got back together perhaps the most notorious yet meaningful duo to the life state of this company to pair up with me to take out a few rascals. That is not to admit that I would have had trouble taking them on in a two versus three match-up but the victory just feels so much more complete knowing that I was able to make Pain for Pride all that more fulfilling on top of avenging myself against the man who until now had all the answers to my strikes. All in all, the wait was worth it and as the last ever Hall of Fame champion, I can leave behind the gold knowing that I was able to elevate the title to the respectable standard of every Hall of Famer to ever step in the ring. 

With the evolution platform that I set out earlier, I would say that you have progressed from the first to the second stage since the last time we met Rex McAllister. You are a talented yet deprived individual who has now made himself a name and now just on the prowl hunting for those lone moments to steal for yourself. It is like a video game where everyone on the same stage is fighting the same varmint hoping that they are one of the lucky ones to be recompensed a gift. Unlike before though, losses are no more just a developmental phase to your character anymore though. Whereas you could lay off your previous misfortunes as experience to further your progress, now every loss feels like the end of the world to you. You feel like you are competing for one of the few spots that this company has to endeavor and every misstep is a dock of your overall points ultimately leading to your departure. I know because I have been in a similar situation before. When I got to the point where it became more dependent on results than just fun and games, I was not able to launch as I should have. When people looked up to me to fly for them, I crashed without any premium in my hands to recompense them with. And I always thought that if I kept on going that I would eventually break out of the recession, like any other athlete does but it only hindered my thought process even more. The pressure and lack of morale after a few casualties can be so detrimental to how you function in the ring so it only makes sense that you are surrounding yourself with positive vibes for the next season. Every season is a new clean sheet to work with but there are always essence crumbs left over that still propel every decision of your career. Perhaps your loss at Pain for Pride will be a huge factor in determining your psyche in future title defenses at events where the spotlight is in your face. And regardless of whether you find that factor consequential or inconsequential, it will lay in the back of your mind persistently nagging you until you overcome it. Those are the kinds of things that you cannot just simple brush off with new seasons because they have played an essential part in creating the character that you see in front of you today. So whilst you may believe that our previous encounters may not have much merit to our fortune meeting this weekend, I know they will play an enormous factor. All of us have to take strides forward but regrettably for you Rex McAllister, I have to stand in front of your passageway for I have already decided on my next goal. 

It was a delight for me to find out that Showdown still decided to place their faith in one of the cornerstones of the brand again this past weekend. I have found myself surrounded by good company over the years on this brand with a lot of challenging prospects and veterans alike, and I expect much of the same this time around too. This season has to take on a different kind of attitude early on though compared to last years where I was just content dragging myself around besides the Hall of Fame championship and protecting the prestige of the very Elite. After capturing that not only once but twice in the span of a year, I cannot rest my laurels whilst the rest of the roster is brawling it for some larger endowment. I could go on for ages criticizing your philosophy just on the preset of what it is not and not even focus on what it actually is, that is how far off the mark you are, Rex McAllister. And I would have expected that after a good break between our bout that you would be more matured in not only understanding yourself but also being equally perceptive of your opponents. You cannot simply just go ahead and assume that because of where I stand, I am bound to be indifferent and apathetic to everything surrounding me. If anything, I am more alert than ever keeping tabs on the activities of all the elitists that I share a locker room with because even such irrelevant information can prove useful as a precept down the time. In doing so, I have also called the birth of heroes and monsters in this company long before they became the heroes and monsters of this company just by being perceptive of their livelihood in this company. Just because I am not constantly pacing myself around the locker room does not mean that I do not have a plan to play out. Whereas you see this as more of a direct step kind of thing; take down one opponent then proceed to the next one until someone backstage notices, I tend to see it more as a psychological game where I am in control and every step I take will be enormous in leading me to the glory of the biggest titles that this company has to offer. You will keep on coming at me regardless of what I hurl at you and whilst persistence is good, knock on the door too much and you will find yourself in land of false confidence. When you mumble on long enough, you eventually arrive at delusional conclusions without a single merit to them. Abstain yourself from such delusion and focus on the matter at hand Rex McAllister otherwise I will take the split second you take your reins off your own story and give you an ending that you certainly will not like. It is not that I abhor you at any level but if you are going to be so delusional at such a young point in your career then I do not want to see you dwindle in the same way I did when you eventually climb up the ladder. But this is not that time.

Do not mistake my level head for a discouraged heart..
for my drive is stronger than any other elitists in this company and if you were not able to decipher that the first two times around..
then certainly, the third time will be a charm in enlightening you the genius of the fox.