"Perhaps I haven’t given my opposition for the Christmas Eve Special edition of Voltage enough of a grilling. With my last remarks, I was merely skimming a stone across the surface of a vast ocean, leaving plenty of room for them to state their claims as to how they will defeat me, how they will walk away with the New Breed Championship around their waists. 24 hours has passed and what retaliation have I received from either of my opponents? Nothing, none whatsoever. Honestly, it is a little disappointing. I tend to do that a lot with my opponents in an attempt to provoke them into giving me no less than their best in trying to defeat me, or in this case to try and rip this title from my grasp. It tends to make for a real challenge, to make a match worth preparing for knowing they will be giving me no less than 100 percent in a war of words as well as a war inside the ring with this championship as the spoils for the victor. Perhaps I have held these two to a high standard, the standard that I would hold myself to in this situation, not letting words go to waste and going in on the attack every open opportunity. For McAdams, that fire that he brought to Shock Value must have been extinguished as he did what I am doing today, doubling down to send the message that I am not going down without a fight. For Harvey, quite frankly I don’t know, perhaps brooding in the streets of Yorkshire looking for jobless and hungry homeless people to beat up to release some pent-up aggression. As for Jon, I assume he is sitting in his high chair at his estate firing people who give him the stink eye, which I can assure you with his attitude is a quite a high number of people who deserve much better jobs with their patience towards egomaniacs. Perhaps the Christmas theme to my message was a little too soft of a blow on the chin to provoke an immediate response, perhaps that is on me. It must have made the message a little lost in translations with all the lights, tinsel and the tacky sweaters, giving a message of someone who is looking at this match with only smiles and jokes and the Merry Christmas spirit. If that is the case, the fault falls squarely on me. I won’t beat around the bush any further. I might have to drop the facade of the happy go lucky Finnegan Wakefield to get the point across. So be it.

Then much to my surprise, a notification caught my attention. Jon McAdams must have had burning ears and decided to speak up. I must admit, I didn't think it would take so long for him to respond to my message given the persistence he demonstrated at Shock Value. In a way, I am glad he didn't bring anything less than what he brought to the dance that night this time around. He didn't disappoint, I will give him that much. What surprised me further, however, was his reaction to the gift that I presented to him. That piece of debris from the pitfall that had both of us in blinding pain holds some sentimental value to him. I guess you can get a gift to a man that has everything. Well, monetarily everything that is. McAdams, the message that gift was meant to send was one of warning. A message that was supposed to read that, although you underestimated me in a battle under stipulations that you have grown to call your niche, it doesn't spell victory against Finnegan Wakefield. However, I would be lying if I said there wasn't an underlying message to the gift that may not hold as much sentimental value, it still has some weight behind it. Respect. Make no mistake about it, I still think you're a pretentious twat that needs to lord over his wealth to impose an image of importance and have to over exaggerate your resume to impose an image of threat, but for guts and tenacity, you have earned my respect. It takes a lot for me to resort to a desperate course of action in order to try and walk away as the victor, but it was a risk that you forced me to take. In a way, you got what you wanted. Despite the home-field advantage on your side, people weren't giving you a chance and chalk me up as the person to send you crashing and burning. Just as much as I had to take you with me into the high voltage hell beneath, you had to take me down there with you. As you say, joy filled your heart as you saw me falling down with you, knowing that you made so many people eat crow as you proved that, for that one night, Finnegan Wakefield wasn't able to defeat you. But a small grin came across my face in that one moment also, and the fall felt like forever as the whole world around me slowed down. Before the blinding pain of an electrical charge going through my body, I made you eat crow. I made you eat crow for saying that defeating me was a certainty, that it was the inevitable outcome of our match. Despite all your persistence in saying that I was a weakling of a champion, for that one night, I proved even in the face of adversity, Finnegan Wakefield is not a champion that will go quietly into the night.

Internally, I was smiling despite the fact I was experiencing the most excruciating pain I had ever felt in my life and that neither of us could walk out of that wreckage on our own two feet. But that smile didn’t last very long. Two things have since vexed me and has been weighing heavily on my conscious. You said so yourself, I couldn’t hold myself with my chin up knowing that I couldn’t best you to retain the championship. On that night I had to be a champion that said his reign continued, not by my own merit, but because of a technicality that had me hold onto the championship. Although I take pride in knowing that I prevented you from holding the New Breed Championship, I also took great dishonor in saying that I didn’t successfully defend it against you to prevent it. And with the days I spent looking up at the lights of my hospital room, that was all I could think about. As doctors and nurses were stitching me up, pulling small fragments of metal out of my flesh, treating my burns and stabilizing my heart rate, all I could think about was how sullied I felt to call myself the New Breed Champion. What made matters worse, was seeing how well off you were despite the landing. While I laid in a hospital bed, you were up and fighting just a week later. Fate smiled on you. The fact that you were able to be there the next Voltage after showed that I had somehow gotten the worst out of the fall. It wouldn’t have bothered me as much if it didn’t take away an opportunity that I had waited an entire year for. Watching the advert, watching the names being listed off for the Voltage leg of the King of Elite tournament, truth be told I grew frustrated. With a clenched fist, the opportunity to be the New Breed Champion going through the King of Elite tournament was taken away from me, and the name I saw in the line up instead of mine was yours. The same fall that made it impossible for doctors to release me from the hospital and allow me to compete in that tournament somehow allowed you to do the complete opposite. For the first time in a very long time, I felt helpless. Helpless that I had to miss out on the opportunity to truly establish that I was a New Breed Champion unbound by shackles by progressing through the King of Elite tournament. I had a choice to make then and there. I had a choice to go to Kenny Drake and give him one of two options, both of which put my rank as champion into question.

Either you get inserted into my next defence as the New Breed Champion against Harvey Yorke, or I relinquish this championship on the grounds of a tainted defence. Once again, fate smiled on you as the appeal of the match not only got the green light and the advertisement of a money match but secured the main event slot. You got a second chance to try and dethrone me as the New Breed Champion, and I got a second chance to prove that there is no monster in Jon McAdams that I can’t slay as easy as any other man in Elite Answers Wrestling. That is where you have mistaken me, Jon. I am not uncertain, nor am I shook. I have no doubts in my mind when push comes to shove that I can defeat Jon McAdams. You very well could defeat me any given night, but that statement echoes in vice versa. Christmas Eve, I know that I can defeat you even with the Harvey Yorke X-factor, even with the knowledge that I don’t need to be pinned or submitted to lose this title. I am not too well known for taking a gamble, but for this match, I am willing to bet my reign on the roll of the dice. McAdams, I will repeat a sentiment that I said to you at Shock Value; whatever you have planned for me, bring it on. Whatever it is, no matter how mighty of a blow it might be, nothing you can do to me will result in your foot on my chest with this championship raised above your head. I will walk into 2018 as the New Breed Champion, and that is a safe bet to take.

I may aswell address Harvey Yorke while I am at it. Your comments over the past weeks haven’t fallen on deaf ears. I have heard the remarks you have made towards me in the weeks leading up to this match, remarks such as me being a dismissable champion. However, remarks such as that are just as dismissable. If you’re planning on defying my limits like you have claimed you would in the weeks prior, it is probably best you start speaking up and putting more weight behind such weak words. You bested seven embodiments of the deadly sins to earn this shot, and that is admirable. But this week you’re facing an embodiment of the seven heavenly virtues. You have bested men you have marked as the embodiments of Sloth, Wrath, Greed, Lust, Envy, Gluttony and Pride, but within me you will find the opposing ideals. You will be facing someone who embodies Humility, Kindness, Abstinence, Chastity, Patience, Liberality & Diligence. Humor me, Harvey, how will you fair on the opposite side of the spectrum? When you eventually do decide to say your piece, you better make it count. You better have some words that can pierce my heart if you wish to take away the title I have fought so hard for because you’re going to need to give me nothing less then your best shot, with or without your brass knuckles, if you wish to make it a reality. You don't have a lot of time left to lay everything you have out on the table, not long to state a claim to the EAW New Breed Championship. Regardless of how much you present, I don't intend to let this title fall into the hands of anyone who doesn't work harder than I do to raise its prestige. I have fought Hall of Famers, Main Event calibre elitists, promising up and comers, hell even the mighty Jamie O'Hara with this title around my waist. You have claimed my reign to be miserable, but it will be you feeling miserable once this opportunity of yours is squandered and I carry out my mission to become one of the greatest New Breed Champions of all time. Harvey Yorke, Jon McAdams, this sunday you will be a footnote that will put the exclamation mark to the claim that Finnegan bloody Wakefield is going to be the greatest New Breed Champion of all time!"

Once again, I proved that I did not need Esmeralda and Francesca to help fight my battles. These accusations that I need anyone to do my heavy lifting are getting boring. Hopefully, we moved past that weak statement. The rest of the women in the back should finally have the sense that I whenever I’m told to cut the crap and focus on the match, I bring one hundred percent. I bring everything I can offer to the match. That is the one thing I have done since day one. As I approach my tag match with Aria Jaxon, I need to focus on the two opponents on the other side: Astraea Jordan and Megan Raine. Besides being contenders for Aria and my respected championships, these women have more in common than meets the eye. Firstly, these two have fought their way to get the EAW Contract. Astraea was fighting a knee injury. There was the possibility that she may never wrestle again. Megan on the other hand, was proving that a pretty-faced model like herself has a place in the wrestling world. Secondly, they’ve sided themselves with the best people in the company. Astraea has gotten the attention of our EAW Chairman in Mr. DEDEDE. He welcomed her into his Gawd Complex with open arms. It is a significant honor to be held up to a standard by a man in power such as Mr. DEDEDE. Megan on the other hand, well, she has gotten the attention of Mr. DEDEDE, but it’s a different kind of attention from him. Thanks to that, it has given them the opportunities they would have never received if they were by themselves. I mean, would someone like Astraea be facing Aria at King of Elite? Would a woman like Megan have had the opportunity to win the contendership for the Specialists Championship? Connections. They are very important in the business world. My opponents this week could claim that I used my connections to get here. They can pull the boring like of “you wouldn’t be here if you weren’t Cameron’s sister” or “you’re just riding Cameron’s coattails”, but if you were to take Cameron’s names out of those quotes, you could put anyone’s name in such as Mr. DEDEDE and it can be applied to either women. I would love to see what these two women say. It should be interesting.

All it took was someone to believe that she can conquer the world. It must feel nice to have support in this company. For me, I love gathering all of the support I can. From my friends, family, cleaning crew and EAW Universe, their support has a way of lifting my spirits. However, it’s how you take their support that can lead to success or failure. Women like Aria Jaxon have taken that success and it’s never changed her in a negative light. It’s always empowered her to become the best on Empire. They have become her beacon of light whenever there is nothing else to look upon. There’s always been women like yourself who haven’t taken that support and used it in a positive light. Most people thought you should have been punished when you pushed Madison Kaline down the stairs. There may have been petitions online asking for your firing. When you got called into Mr. DEDEDE’s office, you were expecting severe consequences, right? You were expecting for the infamous DEDEDE lecture. You were going to get yelled at for putting her in the shelf for nine months. In your mind, you knew that was it. Your Empire run was over. You were trembling in fear. You were chattering your teeth. You had that bead of sweat drip down your forehead. You were ready for Mr. DEDEDE to go “Astraea Jordan, you’re fired!” Yet, you did not get that. Instead, you got praised. Your eyes beamed when the words of approval from Mr. DEDEDE came out of his mouth. You got a handshake. You got a reward and that was to join an upstarting stable. You were be part of the Gawd Complex. Let me tell you something, Astraea, would you have been proud of what you did to Madison if Mr. DEDEDE ended up giving you a severe consequences? Would you be standing there all smug? Would you still be walking around Empire like you mean something to the brand? I don’t think so. Just like I said before, this support. You’re not using it in the most positive way possible. Knowing you, you’ll bring up my cleaning crew. You’ll bring up the one match against April Song and deem that they help me win ALL of my matches. Before you can, let me say that they’ve never helped me whatsoever. They’ve never done anything to cause a disqualification. Besides, that was not the type of support nor connections that I was referring too. I was talking about support backstage or in the EAW Universe. I was talking about the connections or support. The thing that got you your Womens World Championship opportunity. This is your one big break, Astraea. You ruin this opportunity for yourself and you’ll prove everyone right. You’re just a woman with arrogance as large as her personality. “But it’s confidence!” You’ll scream and defend yourself! Sweetheart, let me say that confidence and arrogance are two completely different things. Aria Jaxon is confident. Sheridan Muller is arrogant. Which of those two do you find yourself being alike? I think everyone in the EAW Universe knows. I wish you all the success, Astraea. I believe you’re in for an attitude adjustment. If not from Cy Henderson, Consuela Rose Ava may do.

This past year has been a sure rollercoaster for me. When the year ended, I don’t think I could ever imagine myself being in the position I am. The same should go for Megan Raine, who went through a series of ups and downs. She was cheated on, beated on, and climaxed on, but that’s a story for another day. It was quite difficult for Megan to find her footing in EAW. To the eyes in the public, she was nothing more than a model. She was only a pretty face. They were oblivious to what Megan Raine was capable of. This whole demeanor she returned to EAW with is not my favorite. In my eyes, she had broken away from the brokenhearted woman persona. That’s a good thing. However, I can’t help, but think her whole change of attitude is nothing more than the exact reason for Astraea. She may or may not be linked with Mr. DEDEDE. Much like the EAW Universe, there is a curiosity about what is the status of her relationship with Mr. DEDEDE. Are they dating? Are they not? The more that I think about it, the more I begin to figure out that this is the only thing that makes Megan more interesting as of late. Besides the whole handcuffing scandal, there is nothing about what Megan does inside the ring that makes me believe that she is cut out for being Specialists Champion. What’s one memorable Megan Raine match? What’s one memorable Megan Raine moment that does not involve her love life? Megan was able to defeat Sydney St. Clair at Bloodletter. She was finally able to put a rest a rivalry that she wanted to end for the longest time. I did the same thing at Bloodletter with April Song. We are women who hate for rivalries to drag on. Especially, with women that we deem beneath us. Is Megan Raine beneath me? Well, I’ll figure that out inside the ring. I don’t ever recall facing Megan in the past. I don’t recall her face connecting with my disastrous knee. Besides the basic information, there is not much I could talk about Megan with. That will change after our match tomorrow night. I want to be impressed out there. Let me tell you something, Megan: I’m not easy to impress. No pressure.

Momentum.

It is important to stay focused solely on the task at hand. With whatever obstacles one may face and how strenuous they may be, getting over them is an effort in itself. That’s why you always hear the best say to continue to work hard and the opportunities will come. People look at me and they judge and they talk about me behind my back. They all call me a slut because of a bunch more rumours about my personal life, but this time it’s about me and the chairman, Mr. DEDEDE. They all say that I’m a talentless hag and that I should go back to modelling, or acting, and get out of the wrestling business because I do not belong here. Even now, with everything I’ve proven since my return, I still hear that one and the conversation on the topic has actually grown stronger. But, I’m not going to let any of it drive me out of Empire like it did on my first run. I refuse. It’s important to keep my current momentum going. My sole focus might be on the EAW Specialists Championship and Consuela Rose Ava, but I have another opportunity within my grasps this week.

It’s funny how our paths have never crossed before. People often talk so highly of her because she is indeed the woman to beat here on Empire. There is nobody better than Aria Jaxon; the woman that has slayed them all. The woman that has single-handedly taken this women’s division and made it her own. Nobody can touch her right now. Many have tried to step up to the plate, and all of them have fallen beneath her feet. Oh, what a woman she is indeed. There is none quite like her. But what nobody realizes is that she has a facade. To the general public, she is flawless, but to me, she isn’t immune to defeat. In fact, she’s quite prone to it. Aria Jaxon could very well be the best woman to ever compete inside an EAW ring, but I know what most people don’t and that is that she is afraid. Oh yes, she is very much afraid. Everything she has built up for herself over the past year and a half has been very impressive, but she’s afraid of what might happen when it will all crumble before her very eyes. Astraea Jordan might be that individual to do it, but what would happen if I were to pin the EAW Women’s World Champion this week on Empire? Aria, the cracks are already starting to show, my sweet little crumpet. How do people see you as a smart individual when you might be one of the dumbest to ever walk the face of the earth? How did you not see Cloud’s betrayal coming from a mile away? You and Tarah Nova both, actually. It might be unintentional Aria, but the way you portray yourself is that you care more about that championship gold strapped around your waist then your own friends. That pinfall you took at the Awards Show was unfortunately the first step towards your ultimate demise. Imagine what might happen if you get pinned twice in a row? That would not look good for you now would it?  Oh, but who am I to be saying all this right? I’m not anybody to you. I’m just another girl. In fact, I bet you don’t even think I am relevant to you at all despite the fact that we share the same brand. Okay, if that is indeed the case, then fine. I love proving bitches wrong, especially ones that look like an alien with their blue hair. Aria, tell me what I am to you. Please, I beg of you. Tell me how I don’t matter to you at all. Tell me how I’m not relevant. Tell me how I don’t have a championship to support my claims, despite the fact that I’ve been here for a total of 7 months, and you’ve been here for 3 and a half years. Tell me how you’ve been the champion longer than I have been actually relevant. This I already know, sweetheart, but how is that fuel to add to the fire? I know I’m nothing compared to you, but I can see through you like nobody else can. It took you this long to actually become the queen of this show because you yourself couldn’t even figure out what the hell to do. You won the EAW Vixens Championship off of sheer luck at Triple Threat last year, and then lost it a month later to Heart Break Gal. What did you do after that? Literally next to nothing. I almost guarantee you will fall in the same trap again once you lose that championship. This is your facade. Nobody else can see this but me, and I basically just revealed it to the world. Good luck against Astraea Jordan, you stupid bitch.

As for Consuela, keep your cleaning crew away from ringside. You and I are going to get a little taste of each other before our eventual meetup honey, and I promise you that I am going to show you just how dangerous I am. You’re not going to expect the pain and punishment I am prepared to inflict on you. As much as I want to keep discussing you, I want to save the best for our championship match. I want to keep my energy for that, because you are the least deserving champion EAW has right now.  And Astraea, we’re partners this week, and I know we do not get along, but let’s put the differences aside for the bigger picture yeah? You have a chance to dethrone Aria, I have a chance to dethrone Consuela. No, I will not buy your merch, but I will assist you in hopes of making a statement this week as long as you can do the same with me. We can show all these mother fuckers that doubt us that we are legitimate challengers to these two. After that, we can go our separate ways.

My momentum will continue to build and build until it scares the shit out of everybody. Honestly, I don’t even care if I win or lose this week. The final result means nothing to me. All I want to do is make a statement, and showcase my abilities to the two best Empire has to offer, and if I can do that, then it proves that I do indeed belong here. It proves that I am as good as I’ve built myself up to be. I’ve gotten stronger both physically and mentally, and the more hate that is thrown my way, the more I want to prove everybody wrong. I sure showed Sydney St. Clair that, I sure showed Mallory Wilde that, maybe I can show Aria Jaxon and Consuela Rose Ava that too. I hope they’re ready for the storm that’s ahead…

'' Ah yes, the famed Sheridan Müller, apparently not famed enough to the point where you would put effort into pronouncing my name properly, however. I adore that you believe I am arrogant, honestly, that is the first time I have ever been addressed as such. What differentiates myself from arrogance, is that I know my worth, my importance to this industry, and all I have said has not been exaggerated and presented on a grand stage. The board would not have seen it as a priority to hand me an Openweight Championship opportunity, if the smoke I ignited against myself were not genuine, the flame that burns before your very eyes is truth, and I rationalise that truth through wrestling prowess, technical supremacy and drive that cannot be matched. It would have been quite easy to leave me unemployed, would it not? Sure, the reason for my brief termination is incredibly dull and inspired purely off a conspiracy, and yet those who run the promotion you fall beneath, could have easily kept their pride against their necks and remained assertive that their thoughts and decision to remove me was absolute. Yet, they did not, for the moment my name was not situated with the brand that I inaugurated, the ratings dwindled into a freefall, the general manager you supported and endorsed handed out championship shots without reason, use the main event of Bloodletter and your twenty seven Specialists Championship shots as examples here, and the lifestyle that I had established and instilled upon this world, was manipulated and straddled until blackness fell upon the name of this brand, and people were begging to once more see athletic superiority grace their television screens. This is not arrogance, this is an absolute, something that I have justified whenever I have a microphone placed in my palm, encased by my fingers, or be it that wrestling attire finds my skin, and I vanquish and dominate whatever opposition is dropped in my path. The fact alone you respect our former general manager, a woman who I exposed to the world as a compulsive liar and a megalomaniac, screams volumes about your sense of judgement, so excuse me if I do not approach your words with the most serious of expressions, for she deserved every kick to the cranium and elbow to the skull that I delivered to her, I executed vengeance upon her form, whilst elevating two competitors who have suffered beneath xenophobic authority for far too long, yet I am the antagonist, the villainess, I assure you I am not a sociopath, for all I state is truth, you say she lost her job, and that is where the truth from your words fade, for you cannot lose what has been ripped from your cold carcass. I took it, I shall be crowned the new general manager of Empire, whilst asserting my name into the peak of the show once more, and I shall bring eradication to this world, and showcase the irrelevancy that my name was forced to compromise with, to feel this burning hatred, this constant, repetitive burning that pulsates against my skin, and irritates every muscle, every atom that coruscates and flows against my form, I shall not cease in delivering a firestorm to the realm that you admire and hold respect for, as your name thrived as a champion under the efficiency that I instilled into you, a world which I elevated and grew alongside myself as a person, and you, regardless of your morals, beliefs, feelings towards me, held a position as a champion and didn't state a single word on the matter. This is how I can evaluate your sense of judgement, the truth from the lies, right from the wrong. I should not have been removed for my determination and drive, a need to bring success and improvement to the brand that I compete for, but I am beginning to realise that, I am ever so glad things have transpired as they have. For a need to protect and nurture those who spat upon my name, I shall do the same whilst kicking at their gravestones. There shall be no fight, this match is not about equality, prowess, drive. A scorching infatuation for pulverising you and the woman you partner with, shall illustrate upon the canvas. The disrespect of the irrelevant infuriates me far more than the disdain of those who matter, the gratitude that I once wished for, I no longer care for, I am apathetic to congratulations, and only strive for a fanatical, a frantic blaze to macerate across the wasteland, until blood flows from the wrists against the pavement, I assure you I will deliver on this promise. You were not here for the rise of my beautiful lifestyle. When I signed with this promotion, we were tossed from Dynasty, to Voltage, without a care, and a woman called Eris LeCava was the Vixens champion. Do you think Empire sprouted from the ground, I wonder, if tournaments such as the Empire Cup, and historical moments such as the Women's World Championship arising, do you believe they appeared out of thin air, for they did not. I do not believe in fantasy, and that hard work is the truth behind all that occurs, and when I state that my holding of the inaugural Vixens Cup, and the unrivalled prowess and ability I demonstrated and enthused between the ropes, transpired to the likes of Aria Jaxon being the main event of an FPV, to Empire becoming a reality, to the term Vixens dying, is down to me, this is not an exaggeration. Without my name touching this continent, you would have the Shamez family running unrestrained across whatever brand you're competing on, or perhaps you would have the apparent Empress Of Elite, who, might I add, we all know is not here because of my existence, as your champion. I am a revolutionist, and yes I perhaps am a little ignorant, controversial, and stubborn. But those who once tolerated and laughed at the lifestyle I personified, now tremble in fear at the sounding of it, and celebrated with delight the moment the fucking skank who, I stress, I removed from power, brought a knife to the system and slit at the wires. I don't care to improve Empire, this poison that surrounds and stalks our shadow, I shall capitalise upon and swallow whole, before emitting radiation to all those who fall at my feet, as my boot finds their necks, as I squeeze their lungs to explosion. I care not if I am hated, for this only validates my beliefs and ambitions. I realised the moment you all applauded the death of competition defining our legacy as a gender, that you are all inferior and touching the diagnosis of brain dead. I'll admit, I used to have aspirations of maintaining a brand, having appreciation for my talent and having the love of those in the audience, I wished to inaugurate something beautiful, to one day reach the height where no other could cross, to be the best I could be, and to represent Elite Answers Wrestling on a positive scale. These dreams ended when warmth found my skin, when a demoness whispered sweetness into my mind, and I realised that the validation of the irrelevant, does not matter to me. I am the definition of vengeance, as emotions flaunt themselves through wrestling, as blood scolds the vein it runs through. I was brought before the devil himself, and he returned me to this world out of fear. The world figured me dead, yet death quivers at the thought of my name. So long as I wish to cast a shadow and breath through my lungs, vengeance shall control my thoughts, and the Last Vixen shall justify my movements. She compresses the depression I once felt, the hopelessness after my banishment. I roll my eyes at the dull chatter you produce, I shall bring my boot to your head, and grin as your skull shatters against my foot. I am the very disease you dread, and until gasoline finds your twitching, bruised bodies and a sole cigarette ignites the end of sunlight, there shall be no cure. ''

'' When all has smouldered, and no sound radiates across the wasteland of desolation that I inaugurated, from she ashes she shall rise. This is not her destiny, for I do not believe in chance or coincidence, you must work hard to achieve your ambitions and no individual has worked harder than I have since returning to Empire after my extradition. The words resilience and endurance are not associated with me due to chance, I validate and demonstrate how, athletically, no woman can consider touching me, let alone matching the intensity that resonates from me when I am performing between the ropes. This is a reason as to why I am universally hated, why people cannot stand to speak my name, or direct their eyes to stare into my own, for my prowess, and wrestling credentials match the arrogance that personifies through my promotional videos, and drips from my lips with sensualisation. Since caving an aperture against the skull of our former general manager, I no longer feel sorry for myself, as I rationalised all I had said prior to my firing, and justified the statements I laid out the moment I draped my form over her carcass and, to absolutely nobody's shock, defeated her. It was not supposed to turn out like this, and initially I was furious, I am a woman who dislikes change, I very much so prefer to be in control, but I now see the positives in being temporarily removed from the wrestling scene that I was so immersed in, for it allows you to see this realm from a general perspective, a tactician observing the battlefield of soldiers, and realising the most important truth. The lifestyle I once personified is dead, and that is sad, but it is also a blessing in disguise, for the sole thing that stopped me from bringing an utter holocaust to these plains, my love for this business, has dissipated. It died the moment all the females contracted to this company, applauded the fact that I was fired, terminated, executed. At the time, I did not see it like this, I genuinely felt emotion, coldness drove against my skin, my once tan features turning blue without heat, and black with no breath. If not for my own strength, this belief that I am the best, in all fields and whatever term you wish to apply such to, I am the best in the squared circle, I am the best outside of it. I am unrivalled in what I say, and when I deliver on my claims, I have been justifying for two entire years, and just now people are beginning to realise that it is not coincidence, that I am superior, unmatched, and cannot be tamed. The Last Vixen found me in my time of need, in return for letting her reside within my soul, she brought warmth to my cold blood, and ignited a vengeance, a hatred, a passionate disdain, for the one thing in my life I used to cherish, and that is wrestling. I inaugurated and established equality in this promotion, I've had matches, and claimed victory in these matches, that bring envy and shame to the majority of apparent athletes that I have to share a stage, a spotlight, with. My reward for being the best, was having my contract shredded. I no longer strive for wisdom, efficiency and class, I care not for a competitive battlefield, where combat is the primary goal, as a matter of fact, I adore the situation I currently find myself within. My reprisal shall bring a realisation to this world, and allow them to view conflagration before their very eyes, as myself, and the two woman who have aligned with me, bring an utter massacre to these conditions, the establishment that I constructed the foundations of, we shall ignite the walls of this Empire, and will not cease in breath until the streets are running red, and those who encouraged the conditions my superior, beautiful lifestyle was executed within, are nothing more than tyrannised, vanquished carcasses. ''

'' Andrea, how hypocritical you are being when addressing Azumi. You disparage the fact that she has fallen in championship opportunities far too many times, yet fail to acknowledge this previous week, under my leadership, she managed to topple our Women's World Champion, and then you follow on to state how you'll be an unstoppable tandem with April, as you've nearly won a multitude of tag team matches since your arrival on the roster. No amount of highlighting the world nearly shall cover up the fact you ended up with a defeat, it's just contradictory to me that you are delighted to flash my partner's failings to the world with such negative spite, yet speak of your own with ignorant, enthusiastic favouritism. I'm filled with bliss that you of all people decided to hold an open mind to me as an individual, truthfully, I have little idea where I would be without your approval, yet I am so happy you've come to the conclusion, like the majority, that I am absolute poison. People don't dislike me because I disparage the dead, or speak ill of the injured, they loathe me, for they ultimately know that every single letter that forms a word, that emits from my larynx, is truth, it is gospel. I am very rarely wrong, and I'll hold my hands up and admit when I am, but the reality is I have nothing to apologise for or shrug my shoulders at, or increase the pitch of my voice to sound more genuine and emotional. I speak their names to validate the truth, to shine a light on where nobody else shall explore. In Brody's case yes, she passed away, but for the rest they did not simply leave, they fell at the first hurdle, they crashed and burned at their first challenge, and I am only so happy to place my boot upon their shoulder-blades and push them to their fall. I have survived ever so much in this promotion, to consider and contemplate changing my attitude, for my morals and beliefs are what have justified my decisions and speeches, and have ultimately proven me right in all the situations I have encountered. Imagine if you told me I was wrong, when I was pressing my lifestyle here, and there, preaching to those who would offer me their time. We would never have the very situation you find yourself in now, we would be competing on a different brand, where most would temporarily change the channel as our names flash upon the screen. What pedestal of superiority do you situate on, to have the audacity to question what I assert. Please, read out your qualifications to me, that justify your intelligence, and automatically register you as an absolute, as legislation. I am mentally drained of listening to people say, oh Sheridan you're a bad person, and I'm a woman of my word so you must be wrong! It really does not get me off, it just presses against my temple, in a way that irritates the vindictive streak that runs rampant throughout my carcass. I am happy you find me revolting, that my visage eliminates all pleasure from your thoughts, and delivers depression and sadness to your world. I am the shadow in your day, the thunder in your sky. You know, Andrea, I wasn't always like this. I was actually pleasant until I won the Vixens World Championship, people applauded my efforts against the likes of Cameron Ella Ava, at the penultimate Pain For Pride when I vanquished Kendra Shamez. But the moment my hands gripped that championship, oh the envy, the bitterness, it all flooded through. Those who I thought were my friends moaned and lambasted me behind my back, to the point where I was thrown off Empire, and forced to compete in surroundings I had little idea of. This conspiracy against me, the xenophobic behaviour that has stalked and assaulted my mind for the last year, it really can change a woman. I am not the way I am, due to myself, this world, despite my resistance, has influenced me. Women like you, who go with the majority, an absolute sheep of the system, never to disrespect or unsettle, are the reason I am how I am, this arrogance is fallacious, I wish to be humble but the mental strains of this realm, it allows me not. It makes you mentally unstable, I've got nothing to hide, over these past few months I've been close to suicide an abundance of times. When you're constantly dragged in the dirt, fired for no reason yet hated by the masses, you really doubt yourself and feel hopeless. But you can't stomp out my pride, Andrea, no woman regardless of their accolades or accomplishments can do such to me. I have been underappreciated for far too long, and unlike you I justify what I say with actions. Just as my nation were the victims in the second world war, Haruna, Azumi and myself are the victims in Elite Answers Wrestling. I am glad that so many believe I am a cancer, a sickness that cannot be tamed or treated, for this shall only heighten the pleasure I feel as I punt your skull off of your neck. I was treated so poorly in these conditions, that I now feel the urge to burn them to the ground, to commit arson and deliver a massacre to all who wronged me, to bring Gehenna to those who cheered, laughed, insulted. They shall fear the blackness I was stored within, and then beg for its return as the burning sickness that resides within me gradually executes through their body. You're not going to form a roadblock that I'll be incapable of overcoming, Andrea, let's be realistic and acknowledge that, even if you eliminate the emotions I am feeling in regards to causing a subdural hematoma to bring an abrupt end to your, and I use this word lightly, career, on the basics alone, I am a superior wrestler to you, I hold athletic prowess and motivation to succeed that neither you, April, or even the two women I align myself with, can match. In the space of two months, I retaliated against my firing and gained a luxurious contract, the entirety of the board's approval, and the removal of a Hall Of Famer, who has been here for twice the time I have, from a position of authority. If I can change the entire landscape, and future of Empire with one tactical move, I'm quite certain in my abilities that I can beat your generic military friend and yourself. I'm not diminishing your talent, and perhaps on different terms I would applaud your rise through the Empire ranks, but despite the momentum you are carrying with you into this match, I am the definition of superiority, a concoction that requires a warning label, with an admonition of epitomising a demoness. I don't underestimate you, I clutch confidence and belief in my athletic ability and wrestling aptitude. It's not a requirement that I have to hold a thirst for retribution, in order to dominate your form, restructure your ability and overcome this fallacious talent that you pretend you have, but it's too much, her power is far too influential for me to resist. Until this exasperation that barks uninterrupted on the peak of my spine illustrates a ceasefire and loses shimmer, I cannot feel anything but agony. I lust for satisfaction, I am so sick and quite frankly pissed off at those who continue to underestimate my greatness, whilst showing favouritism to their common, ordinary world. The Vixens eminence grows ravenous, and shall brighten within me until her nature returns to slumber, until anarchy is established in this division once more. A victory over you shall temporarily calm the storm that defines me, and I am motivated to bring the holocaust through each woman who stands in my way. Unfortunately, Andrea, that includes you, and whilst you believe you'll be soaring after toppling me, you'll be grounded by irrelevancy, as the aftermath of a conquering pulls you into flames of which you'll never recover. ''

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Haruna Sakazaki: Now, look what we have here? Someone who single-handedly "obliterated" each and every single person in last week's match. Well, here's what I have in mind about that turn of event. I don't care about your intention, your reason or whatever you think so you decided to do that. You still suck and that just proves you that you don't deserve anything in this world. You don't deserve any single chance to redeem yourself to get those stupid titles. YOU are the only reason I am tired to get after titles anymore because you are someone who always full of unnecessary bullshit and always do everything to win that belt to make your name going up high above everybody else. You know what, just keep being tryhard as hard as you ever can. Control the entire match, do everything you want to your friends and opponents but that will never ever be covering the fact that you are a simply terrible wrestler who can't do a real fight. I am lucky that I am not somebody like you. You called yourself a "War Queen" but you tainted the essential factor of a great fight. Nobody wants to go to a war with you if you keep doing that. Heck, look at me. I am tired facing you, I even go stay away from the title contention as long as I don't have to meet you ever again. Fighting against you is never be an enjoyable experience. I'd rather fight against someone like Daisy Thrash, who understand so much what to do inside the ring when she faces me there. You? You seem don't understand everything about the good fight, huh?

Haruna Sakazaki: But well, I don't care about that. I don't care about you... No, I don't hate or dislike you because dislike and hate show that I still care about something. As for you, I really don't want to know anything about you. I just see you, with your usual tryhard personality, trying so hard to embrace your root of your ancestor and really, though, I take a deep breath and shake my head when I see that. It's so hard to watch but I gotta keep watching, even though one single sentence and one sentence only keeps floating inside my head. "What the hell did I just watch?" Hey, but I gotta keep watching. Even though, I just hope... REEEEAAALLLYYY hope that you can put all this thing together and try to have a good match with me. I don't want to know about your intention to fight me, or what you are going to do to me for that match. Hey, you're a tryhard, right? So, please do me a favor and try so hard to not screw this matchup for me, alright? I have something to prove and if you pull out another bullshit in this match, I would be very disappointed in you. Yes, I am being nice to you this time? Is this enough to make you fulfill your wish? You are a "War Queen", I guess. So please try to be a smart kind of war queen and do all your "War" stuff the way we usually do in every single usual war so when I beat you, this match will be another time when I beat you in a daily basis and then we can move on with our lives. I will continue to keep fighting for one good match while you do whatever Japanese stuff you are doing back there. Okay? Can we do this? Can we do one regular match without any bullshit? Good, Thank you very much!

Empire Promo #1

“War Games”