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The camera cuts to TLA out in the middle of a snowy Canadian forest.

Yoooo we hittin’ up Canada hard this week. When you hittin’ up Canada the only way to go is up. Yo I gots a lot of experience crossin’ borders and this week ain’t gonna be no different. Vatos all up in the great north gettin’ shit done, eatin’ them pancakes with that maple syrup, gettin’ them carbs in cuz I’m ‘bout to get a workout. Ye I got my big return match and ain’t nowhere I’d rather do it than in front of my Canadian fans. Yo this is my chance to prove myself, TLA is the realest and y’all gonna recognize that real is real real soon. I used to talk shit about y’all but know I know better, I’m older, wiser, more mature and stronger for it. Y’all gonna get a TLA who represents and y’all Canadians need someone to do that, cuz if not TLA who else will? Reppin’ dem #ouTLAwz we gonna raise some hell this week fuck some shit up. Makin’ James Shields life a livin’ hell week in and week out. That’s just how we do. James Shields can’t control us, can’t stop us. Ain’t never read my EAW contract ain’t never followed no rules. Cuz I got my own flow y’all can keep yo asskissing rule following ways I just fucks shit up and it be workin’ out well for me so far.

Dawgs this week TLA been beastin’ and feastin’ straight out in that winter wilderness. Got myself goin’ on huntin’ trips shootin’ down polar bears and cross country skiing hundreds of miles to get in shape for my big return. Climbin’ glaciers all the way to the top just like how yo boi climbin’ that ladder in EAW up to the top with that Miami Quickness. Haters gettin’ mad cuz we do this shit quicker than them but ain’t even gotta bitch you want some we gonna bring it to ya, all you gotta do is ask.

So Rex McAllister y’all ain’t gotta wait much longer, you gonna get that realest of competition you been searchin’ for. You gonna go one on one with the Franchise and we gonna see if this time you actually got what it takes to get the job done. See if you really just talk cuz you beat what two guys and now all of a sudden you think you a big shot. Come on Mr. big shot I ain’t got all day let’s get to what I like to call: the list. It’s a boring cliche moment that I am forced to relive each and every week in EAW where my opponents run down the list of people they beaten. So far you got Jamie O’Hara and Jason Cage. I’ll give you Jamie, that shit’s some good shit right there, but Jason Cage is by far one of the worst wrestlers in the history of this business. Ain’t no pride in beatin’ him. I mean who hasn’t beaten Jason Cage? He probably beats himself when he cries and cuts himself in the locker room showers because he has no friends and no life. I wouldn’t be surprised if the reason we haven’t seen him around his because he finally offed himself. I guess losing to Rex McAllister is what y’all can call rock bottom.

That’s prolly why they gave me you on my first match back. I mean Rex be all up in homie’s faces taking Showdown by storm, so why he down here facin’ lil ol’ me when they ain’t even let me fight for two months. At first I was like yo homies y’all givin’ me some real competition here, you givin’ me one of them top homies, main event level shit goin’ down. Then Rex McAllister opened his mouth. Yo I ain’t even had a problem with this guy, but he start comin’ at me, start talkin’ shit about me, start actin’ like he know shit like we roll like that together. Like he even got a leg to stand on, but y’all ain’t no shit about me. You run yo mouth with that List of yours like it’s supposed to impress me, when mine’s much bigger and that ain’t all that’s bigger ask yo girl.

Bigger than that tho is Steroid Dawg, who you gotta watch out for if you value yo life. Just like you gotta watch out for them crazy bitches who comin’ after you cuz they mad and salty as fuck ‘bout some shit you done in the past. Prolly what be goin’ on here too. Rex McAllister pissed cuz his family left him Home Alone while they went on vacation. Except the Rex Master just wasn’t as smart as his twin brother Kevin and so the two criminals crept in and raped his ass. But at least he enjoyed it. You enjoyed it right Rex?

You gonna enjoy this weekend tho Kevin. Cuz they ain’t been lettin’ you fight much either and now you gonna get a fight. You gonna get a prize fight against a proud fighter. You think pride ain’t mean shit? I got some news for you homie, they say pride comes before the fall, but I already done fallen as y’all have reminded me again and again. So what they call a homie who already fell but still got that pride? You call him a badass renegade who gives no fucks just like TLA. You say everyone around here gives no fucks, but they just posin’. When you really talk about no fucks given you look no further than the Sexual Panther, I give all my fucks to the bitches till I run out. Ain’t got none left to give.

So we got James Shields feeding this homie straight out of the Playa Haters Ball from the Chapelle Show to me. Prolly sick and tired of listening to him bitch and whine and reek of desperation as he tries to tear down his opponents for no reason but to make him feel a little bit better. Shit’s a sad obsession with you homie, you need a life outside of that. I do this shit cuz I love it. Professional wrestling is like a bitch you just ain’t never get tired of fucking ya heard? You know her pussy always be wet and that ass always phatter than any you ever done seen before. Ain’t no wonder homies fall victim to that addiction. We gonna light up Canada homie, light it up with so much fire there ain’t gonna be no more snow left. The Arctic Circle gonna melt and we gonna prove evidence of global warming. Hipsters gonna hunt us down at night cuz they know we the cause. Yo you wanna talk about what I’ve done since I been to Showdown? I don’t think y’all wanna go down that road homie, let’s just enjoy the nice cool ride thru the great north as we enjoy burnin’ it all to the motherfuckin’ ground and leave James Shields broker than an eighty year old hooker.

TLA falls down into the snow as he does snow angels. TLA then writes Rex's name in the snow before standing up and pissing all over him.

TLA Return Promo

Lead Poisoning

He back. He back on yo bitch. He back. He back fuckin’ shit up. He back. Oh y’all didn’t hear? He back. Can’t keep a good vato down. He back. Can’t fire TLA. He back. I ain’t no pedo. He back. Minns ain’t. He back. Back up on all you bitches.

#HeBack

The scene fades in to a busy city street in Southbend, Indiana. A trail of cars impatiently follows a tractor from the Indiana farmlands down the street, some honking impatiently.

Awwwww yeaaaa it’s yo boi TLA comin’ at y’all life straight outta that 305 like we do. Ya heard of me, or ya gonna get a reminder cuz that’s how I roll. Ain’t no introductions necessary cept what I light up with my fist.

Fire is my introduction cuz I be spittin’ it and if you ain’t get out soon yo ass gonna get burnt. Ain’t no fault of my own, it yo fault for standin’ in the god damn way. Time for yet anotha revolucion or maybe we gonna go jihad on yo asses. Ye I fucks with Allah sometimes, but truth is imma godless motherfucker. I be one of them athiest motherfuckers, godless heathen n shit cuz when every other vato be callin’ themselves a god or a messiah it ain’t even a matter of belief no more. It’s a matter of paying attention.

And I got a problem with that.

TLA waves the smoke out of his face as he blazes up another joint. TLA is maskless, except for a rag he’s got tied around his neck over a dark green Miami Hurricanes jersey with the 305 on the front.

I got a short attention span. Always have, and wait what was I talkin’ about again? Oh yeah fuck yo ego bitch, you gettin’ a reality check at the hands of the Realest Revolutionary. Cuz I be leadin’ the charge against y’all or I was before they tossed yo boi out. If they all gods, then yo boi be a fallen god cuz I got just as much claim on this shit as anybody.

But they took my shit yo.

TLA throws his middle finger in the air as Steroid Dawg looks up in alarm thinking TLA threw something to fetch. Steroid Dawg hustles off to get it back.

And imma get it back. Cuz shit that went down. It ain’t right. So we gonna talk about it. We gonna wade through the propaganda, we gonna find out just what my name mean on these streets these days. Cuz they still drop it. They still talk and what they sayin…

I gots a problem with that too.

TLA leans back on his 1958 Chevy Impala lowrider painted up with fire as he looks across the alley at the art tagged up on the walls of a recently abandoned 7-Eleven.

I’m the biggest hypocrite of 2015. Once I finish this witnesses will convey just what I mean… Come on down for story time with Uncle TLA, learn how yo boi got a taste of the big lights, how them lights corrupted his ass, how they tossed him straight back into the dark shit from whence he came.

Once upon a time in Mexico, not long ago... lived a little ese vato who made all that dough. He fought and he fought till he could fight no more... and finally one day the EAW fat cats came and let him come up thru that door. He got a taste of the limelight, got all the green, bitches, and hos… and he even had them fans screamin’ he name out errywhere that he goes…

But some shit changed when he got a taste of that gold… people called him a leader, said he was stunning and bold. But he proved himself none of those things, and out he sold. So he got put in his place… tossed out in that winter cold.

They said it was an injury, said it was a samurai who’d done it. But it ain’t none of that shit… cuz this vato...he too legit. To wrestlin’ his entire life be commit… to get fit, but he just another misfit, and that’s why there ain’t nobody else to blame but this own motherfuckin’ hypocrite.

Cuz these people supported him even as he turned his back to the dark side. Put on a scary mask, gave no fucks about anyone else ringside. He lost track of who he was, so deep were Mustafa’s lies… Perhaps he punished himself… for not seeing through his guise.

But wisdom ain’t solitary… when you alone… you become yo own adversary… you just ancillary… to the rest… and you get left out of every discussion of the best. When best ain’t somethin’ to aspire to, better is all you can do, every chance you take is a victory, ain’t shit left you ain’t already blew. You know I been through… it all, they got my name on the wall… as a champion, a motherfuckin’ brawler… but this dawg be unhinged from all y’all ‘ere, cuz just like Steroid Dawg I ain’t got no collar.

Nothing now to hold me back. I make no more excuses. A man is only as great as the choices that he chooses. And still he only weak as the people he abuses. So no more. I do shit right, the first time. I may have lost the rhyme but ain’t gonna lose myself in this climb. I’m back. I’m on the ball. Ain’t no shit gonna keep me out at all. Not even Trump’s wall. Fuck the haters… you know how we do. We back whether they want us or not like Saddam in 2002.

Now I’m done with the rhymes, TLA CLASSIC has arrived. Back in business, we never sellin’ out again. The #ouTLAwz are rollin’ again doin’ drive-bys on yo property. We ain’t holdin’ no grudges, but you fucks with us and yo gonna get put down. Hypocrites bein’ phased out like old technology, been doin’ this shit for so long the game done change. Can’t resist that… Only causes sufferin’... And yo boi bout to change shit around here, drown these resistant motherfuckers out. The Resistance ain’t gonna stop us, the Revolution is here. So throw yo middle fingers in the air if you ready to just not give a fuck again. I ain’t askin’ for support, I ain’t kissin’ ass. I ain’t lookin’ to make excuses and I ain’t beggin’ for fans. I got a old motto as my new motto, cuz I ain’t no gawd, I ain’t no messiah, and this time… I ain’t no hypocrite.

Lead don’t follow.

TLA bows his head, and slowly pulls his rag up over his face as he had done so many times before…

#HeBack

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The film begins to roll as the retro-looking camera centers on a dark room. Graffiti covers the walls as the silent brothers move about the dark stone halls. Once a solemn place, perhaps still, it was not the same as it had been a short time ago. Fire decorated the walls and the shadows danced across the graffiti written by those who had visited, who had joined, who had infiltrated. Of those who came before. At the center of the halls, was an old wooden stool. TLA entered the view of the camera to take a seat on the stool followed closely by Steroid Dawg who laid down beneath the stool at his feet.

Perhaps you were expecting somebody else? La Pantera Sexual perhaps? Oh but perhaps La Pantera Sexual is before your very eyes and does not even realize it! Indeed much has been said about so-called multiple personalities, in regards to Pantera… nearly as much as simple-minded Merek Blackfyre has said about Pantera’s career as a film director. However, lost in all of this saying has been something else just as important! Indeed Pantera cannot blame Merek Blackfyre nor Maxwell Dachs nor the others who have failed to take notice…

Wise Pantera does indeed weave a very tangled web…

You must therefore listen! You must think! Pantera urges you to open your minds and realize the truth behind his very words, for they are just words… they are not your friend, not to be trusted… Yet you may still trust in Pantera, for you know him. You know too that he is not satisfied simply with the directing of his craft… no he desires a far more… hands on approach! Thus a question must be posed for the more open-minded and philosophical of the world to ponder.

Is Pantera truly insane… or could he be, as he always has been… an actor?

Should Pantera now flip the switch? Do you wish to talk to another? Or do you believe Pantera’s words, and recognize that who and what you are talking to is in fact his own self made manifest? It is truly all up to interpretation isn’t it! Indeed most things are. Just ask Merek Blackfyre! Senor Blackfyre with his truly cynical view of the world, that would make any man want to leave it would they could. From the Irish, to the Mexicans, his HATE knows no limits! Or maybe… it is some mad perverted patriotism for his lovely homeland of Northern Ireland! He is the Mad King after all, he takes certain Pride in his madness! But what of Pantera’s madness? Can he not see the Pride in that?

No he cannot of course, for he is blind.

His eyes see only what he wants to see, the stereotypes imposed on him by television, by Internet racism, by an isolation of his own imposition. His eyes fall upon nothing but his own hideous self and Pantera must doubt even he approves. Some things his eyes cannot see. He cannot hop the borders of his mind, to enter the land of free thinking, instead spitting out hate, and reiterating that which was passed down to him from generations of institutionalized racism. But of what race do we speak of? Witness! Open your eyes look beneath the mask and upon the face paint of Pantera now and witness…

Is not Pantera now whiter than even you?

Doe I ain’t thought that could be possible vato.

Cuz La Pantera Sexual be doin’ shit the way it always been done. Mexican Samurai thought I gave a fuck about that guuuud victory. That I be playin’ by the rules. Nah homie… I said it week in and week out. Time after time after time… I said what you was dealin’ with holmes.

#ouTLAwz

Ye that’s what we are and ye that’s what we do. You wanna talk shit ‘bout me not bein’ a real champ. Homie I give no fucks! I ain’t here for that shit, but when I bash a laptop over yo head you gotta see. Shit was worth it! Sure I could be all respectable and shit, do some sexy ass chain wrestlin’ get that five star match up on all the dirtsheets like they do. Yo but I ain’t even ‘bout that, I be ‘bout the streets. That’s where I came from, that’s where I overcame from, and that’s where I take y’all every dayum time we go at it in the ring. Against Merek Blackfyre it ain’t no different. Lil hoppa gonna get the Miami Quickness and he gonna get that arm broken worse than he would if he stepped his ass up into the varrio and decided to run his mouth like he do. Ye he hidin’ in them limosines, in them rich boi cages actin’ like he safe from the Franchise, but he gonna get dropped all the same.

Steroid Dawg lifts her head up in a great yawn bearing her fangs to the camera. The sharp white teeth slide effortlessly from her gums as her eyes glow red in the light of the flame.

So Merek Blackfyre, come now to Pantera… Come fulfil your destiny and take the trophy you have called yours. What is it now to Pantera who already has it? What more use is it to Pantera? Yet take caution, for you do not see brave Pantera forfeiting this match either do you?

Indeed oh indeed. What does he have in store for you… Senor Blackfyre. Pantera’s own friend. In this place… the great Palace of Pantera you must come visit friend. It is only a friend’s duty. You see… young Blackfyre you have earned a place at Pantera’s table by earning your own glory at Reasonable Doubt, and you may now look upon Pantera in all his glory, and attempt to take his trophies at your own risk. But see now, the truly ineffectiveness of words in such a moment… And know it is only what lies behind them that counts.

TLA closes his eyes as the fire glows behind him. His face appears as a skull from behind the mask. Deep, dark pools of blackness from within his eye sockets. No glow from within as with Steroid Dawg, only nothingness.

El tiempo ha llegado. Es el momento perfecto… para su destrucción! Para un hombre, que tiene cero miedo a ascender… debe caer. No me vas a destruir, Merek Blackfyre. No puedes! Solo se puede destruir a sí mismo con su odio. He superado todos los retos en mi camino, pero que me mostro ningun respeto! Odias todo lo que soy! Todo lo que yo represento!. Yo soy Mexicano. Yo soy Americano. Yo soy lucha libre. Yo soy puroresu. No soy una broma. Soy un luchador! Tu estas el único que es la broma. Yo he vencido leyendas… Yo he vencido Hall of Famers! Yo he vencido campeones! Pero se ríe porque soy el comediante. La única cosa que tiene sentido. Soy el campeón y trabajo para nadie!

Mirame… mirame ahora, y estar enojado. Tu ira seras tu ruina.. Porque su ira expone su… miedo.

The fire burns within me Merek… your fire is black. The only thing that burns within you… is fear.

The camera zooms in closer and closer upon the black seas of the glowing orange skull of TLA. The shadows dance across his mask as the silent ones move along the halls, unseen, and unheard but for the neverending shadow dance. A low growl is heard as the camera spirals down into nothing.

#ouTLAwz

Orale vatos it’s yo boi TLA comin’ at y’all live with the intensity of DUBLIN mothafuckin’ DUBLIN. Ye you know yo boi gettin’ wasted in all them pubs he been to this week. I be livin’ that good live and gettin’ my Irish swag on. Yo we do shit right up in here… Reasonable Doubt ya heard? This right here… is TLA’s pay-per-view debut for the year of 2016. And the first time yo boi be donnin’ that blue comin’ out the curtain. This shit is for real, gonna take that maximum effort, real Deadpool style yo. And I’m comin’ out the champ!

La Pantera Sexual is the NEW EAW Interwire Champion!

Makin’ that Showdown pay-per-view debut strong tho check it out… who I gonna be facin’... none other than that crazy ese vato Mexican Samurai! Oyeee this one been comin’ a loooong ass time. We ain’t even had beef but we had respect… at least I got that respect, cuz you know I had been rootin’ for yo ass to topple Dark Demon’s bitch ass for months. And Ireland might hate me for sayin’ it… but that lil hoppa had that shit comin’. Tho I had my own shit to be doin’, and my own style to live up to. So Mexican Samurai, y’all can judge all you want… call me a cholo all you want, or say I ain’t Mexican enough cuz I ain’t ‘bout livin’ up to anyone’s standards. Fuck yo rules, we ouTLAwz ese. Fuck what you say Mexican is… cuz imma be my own Mexican and if Mexican Samurai got a problem with that then imma make him chupa mi verga nawh sayin’? You see? If not... then...

Witness now!

For La Pantera has arrived in such a country full of hate, yet one must question… does the institution of hatred run among those who are hated themselves? Oh it seems it must! For first… there was the women who held each other down and imposed the oh so strict restrictions upon their own… After all it was the way in which they had been taught… so it is only right… no… it is only in the name of tradition to enforce such values… such modesty upon their own proteges! So now we see that being imposed upon sneaky Pantera, who has spent so many years in this country claiming to be United, yet so very very frayed… None more so frayed than by those who would impose hatred yes? Oh the Rope simply wishes he would hang them all… yet remember… the dark side has truly emerged, and begs for a certain… creativity in the tributes glorious Pantera makes to fill the halls of his Palace with oh so many trophies.

For Pantera’s Palace… has no walls. Not even Donald Trump may contain Pantera… no he will find a way through… as he always does. And those who would claim heritage twice, while rejecting half… would be quite confused by the concept of true Pride. Of true legality the Samurai speaks of. True legality and true equality, oh if only it were so simple that they were one and the same! Pantera weeps for the day God’s Law dictates to us all the most righteous of paths, instead of the false codes of old men. So then… we must…

Fuck they old asses!

They outta touch and y’all know they ain’t been touchin’ no titties neither! LPS up in here sayin’ you wanna talk shit to me about takin’ shit? Nah homie… this a battleground. They call it Showdown, but the real showdown is still yet to come. Cuz we gonna get it on like a motherfucker. You gonna come hard at yo boi and yo boi gonna bring it in return. Cuz in battle you take what you can get and you ain’t make no excuses. Ye I took on a weakened champ, but just look how that shit paid off for me holmes. Yo gane! Cam… ella perdio… y yo tengo cero miedo. See I ain’t afraid of none of yo shit talkin’ callin’ me a parody and shit actin’ like I be a parody of a real champion.

I got my name in the history books, that good enough for ya? Cuz it shouldn’t be.

Nah homie I agree with you. Not with all the random anti-Mexican bullshit being spit by a guy who’s first name is literally Mexican, but I agree… I ain’t a real Interwire Champion yet. Sure I took the belt… but that’s just the first step. A real champion is established through months and months of fuckin’ shit up fightin’ yo ass off and proving yourself week in and week out. Real champions fight, fake champions hide, and I ain’t hidin’ from shit. I called out Cameron Ella Ava time after time after time, and everytime she was either not even in the building, or some bullshit had to go down. So what did I do? I ain’t one to give up. So I came at here again. And again. Every damn night, no matter where that bitch was TLA was gonna follow, cuz you know yo boi was just waiting for that opportunity. A real champion knows that this shit right here, this belt this be a target, a sane man would throw this shit off a canyon and go live lives n shit.

But Pantera is not quite sane is he?

Oh no certainly not… For indeed he is tempted to sign Samurai’s own petition, which may in fact be his own undoing… Yet in the rather poor state it is in, such a lack of signatures… not even one truly draws Pantera to sympathy. But perhaps that is what Samurai wants… for Pantera to pity him! Oh Samurai you must not try so hard! For Pantera is all consoling, and all knowing as even the powers that be encircle you as vultures. Come now… do you really think you are the hero in all of this? The vultures… they wish you dead yes? You are certainly no use to their kind alive, yet they welcomed you with open arms once, and even then you were very much alive. So do the vultures play a long game… or has their long gaze not even set upon you? Such paranoia… is not unknown to Pantera admittedly. Far less unknown than what happens to lie beyond the censorship of the pics sent to those unfortunate women. An ordeal they must deal with in the state of the world as we live in unfortunately. One has to wonder, if Cam herself received such a pic not long before her defeat at mighty Pantera’s hands… For indeed oh indeed… it did seem like her mind was elsewhere.

So yo boi had to KNOCK it straight back into the present!

I fucked up a bitch, so I can fuck bitches, while I got my bitch Steroid Dawg growlin’ behind me lookin’ for some more bitches to make her bitches. Usually mah dawg like to eat that white meat, but you got some of that Asian in ya… we gonna take Steroid Dawg out for sushi. Samurai, you wanna bitch and whine and moan about bein’ in the doghouse? Let Steroid Dawg take yo ass to the REAAAAAAAAAL DAWWWWWWWWWGGG HOUSE!

Tho watch out cuz you ain’t comin’ out for a millennium Mr. Messiah! Yo carnal… yo name makes sense now. Cuz to be honest I was kinda confused and shit with the whole once in a millenium shit, I mean I don’t even think they had pro wrestling a thousand years ago so how they even gonna predict you gonna be here? But nawww dawg let’s disregard all of the thousand years of history that supposedly backs up your cred… since you threw out my one year on Dynasty in just seems like it is in the interest of equality, and I know how much you care about equality. Almost as much as you say it makes you sick to see me parade around with this title… I’m sorry homie. Lo siento senor. Let me fix that for you.

NEW INTERWIRE CHAMPION…

T!

L!

A!

A real champion.

Oh and by the way I blocked you on Instagram. Get wrecked faggot.

#ouTLAwz

Awwwwww yeaaaaa… una… vez… mas… it’s yo boi TLA comin’ at you live…

as the NEW EAW Interwire Champion!

And we yolo swaggin’ straight outta the Poon Palace like we do, gonna add some more trophies to the rack. So many racks, so many racks, it like we got a whole city of racks up in here. Cuz yo boi TLA went hard this week… they callin’ La Pantera Sexual… La Pantera Campeon! Cuz I styled on that bitch comin’ in hard while she comin’ up soft, yo don’t even matter how we do it cuz when we do it we do it big. Got that Chuck Scene comin’ on up with that run in, Cam turnin’ that back to La Pantera Sexual like she want some from behind and I just gotta give it to her. Sneak on right up with the Miami Quickness and roll her on up for the 1… 2… 305… cuz as soon as that 3 get counted we goin’ straight to the 05 to party. Yo bitches errywhere, drank errywhere, got diamonds on top of diamonds, this be a real milestone. And y’all thought I was a bad guy…

They say TLA be goin’ over to the dark side, he don’t give no fucks about the people no more… but how he gonna stop givin’ those fucks when he people cross over with him? Nah I ain’t never left no one behind cuz I be loyal. Straight up loyal like Steroid Dawg, always there for a vato when you needs me… and TLA gonna be right there when you needs him at all times cuz you betta believe imma fighting champion. Ain’t there any other kind? Nah nah there ain’t cuz you can’t even call yourself a champion then. So Mexican Samurai wants to come at take a shot at the Franchise then imma hold up this target real nice and let him take that shot cuz I’m generous like that. Just don’t miss tho cuz then it’s my turn and you know imma zero on in on my target, and trust me… tha big dawg always gets it in.

People gonn talk. They always talk and they always talk shit. So they gonna come at TLA like he ain’t the most valuable motherfucker on the planet no matter what nobody says. They gonna act like this a fluke. Believe me I know how this game works. Imma be champ for a year and some homie gonna say it’s a fluke and I ain’t done shit. So fuck them and fuck you cuz we don’t give no damns about your rules. James Shields and all his bitch ass rules what a fucking faggot he is. I give no fucks, I just go hard, and if anyone gets in my way they get dropped. That sound like a rule to you? Nah it ain’t. And if it is imma break it just like imma break everyone’s arm they even get within five feet of yo boi.

Cuz we ouTLAwz. And we live that ouTLAw life. Do you got what it takes to be an ouTLAw? Nah I don’t think you do. I ain’t think you even comprehend what it takes to be an ouTLAw. You gotta go where ain’t nobody gone. You gotta do what ain’t nobody done. And you gotta do it in the way they done told you that nobody could do it. Homies like Jason Cage thought they could play by the rules, kiss ass, be a nice dainty little clean technical wrestler and do you know what happened to him? He ain’t the EAW Interwire Champion. That goes for all the motherfuckers that Cameron Ella Ava beat to prove herself one of the greatest EAW Interwire Champions of all time. But all it took was one flaw… one rule being broken in her game plan to cause her entire world to come crumbling down. All it took was one lil hoppa named Chuck Scene, a blast straight outta her past, to come poppin’ up in her present. Cuz I didn’t even ask Chuck for no help. Nah we still got some beef after I whipped his ass at Pain for Pride last year. But he did help and I ain’t no idiot. I pinned that silicone filled sista to the mat when I got the chance. She want a rematch? She gonna get one. Cuz I would’ve won that whole thang even if she ain’t got distracted by her ex-boyfriend. That goes for anyone who even thinks they want to step to TLA. You want some? Imma bring you some no matter what you motherfuckers want. Por que?

Nuestro nombre es… ouTLAwz… y tenemos CERO MIEDO.