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[The sun is about to plant down on the horizon in Belfast, Northern Ireland, with the camera standing before the Belfast Waterfront. This building will be set to host a press conference with Merek Blackfyre, that will be set to enter a battle royal for the right to challenge the Interwire Champion for his title. We are turned into the Belfast Waterfront where the press conference is set to be held, with rambunctious crowd that is huddled in the seats for questions to be targeted to Merek and what could happen in the match to come. The moderator for the evening, Showdown Interviewer Pierre McGuire, enters the room as he stands on a podium. Shortly afterwards, Merek Blackfyre in a Bresciani suit walks up to the stage as he sits near a table with a mixed reaction from people cheering for his hometown brethren and people booing because of the arrogance and pompous attitude that he carries with him, but a raucous reaction nonetheless. Merek grabs a microphone, emblazoned with the Elite Answers Wrestling logo, as Pierre situates the microphone to where he can speak.]

Pierre McGuire: Hello everyone and welcome to one of many Reasonable Doubt press conferences hosted in the area! Due to Mr. Blackfyre’s demand, this press conference will be hosted here in Belfast, Northern Ireland instead of in Dublin where the rest of the press conferences will be hosted from. I would like to give thanks to the people at hand for EAW that was able to get this thing running in such a short amount of time, but now we will open it up to the first question for our guest, Merek Blackfyre!

[Pierre McGuire looks around the arena to see many interviewers shoot up to attempt to ask a question for Merek Blackfyre. Pierre points to a man sitting to the far-right, who stands up and is handed a microphone.]

Interviewer #1: Merek Blackfyre, you have been on a roll, as of late. You knocked off a former Interwire Champion in Zach Genesis, picked up a victory against one of your future opponents at Reasonable Doubt in Rex McAllister, and you got a victory with a major assist from Thomas Minns against Chris Elite. Even with these victories though, you have not experienced a battle royal in EAW. How do you think your lack of experience will play in this match when are forced to compete against a former battle royal winner such as Rex McAllister and seasoned elitists like Jason Cage or Maxwell Dachs?

Merek Blackfyre: My lack of experience in this ring will certainly play a factor against these more established players in the battle royal. They know what to expect and know how to place themselves into a position where they could take the shot for themselves, but new faces aren’t made because they are more experienced. The next greats, the next big names, they just take what they want. Now, Rex may be confident in his ability to throw people over the top rope and come out on top. Maxwell and Jason may be proud of their experience and lean on that when they enter the ring, but I don’t lean on anything. Merek Blackfyre stands to be the pinnacle of wrestling excellence, a standard that cannot be exceeded in this business, that’s what I always strive for. When I’m in the gym, when I’m at my home, or when I’m inside that ring against meager opponents like the ones I’ve faced. I’m about entering that ring and taking out as many people as I can in order to have that right to challenge for the Interwire Championship, so the lack of experience may play a part, but it certainly will not derail any chances of me walking out with the victory in Dublin.

[Pierre McGuire searches the interviewer crowd while the first interviewer returns to his seat with Pierre pointed to a young woman that sits close to the middle of the crowd, giving her the floor.]

Interviewer #2: With you being a newcomer to the sport and just in your first month or so as an elitist here, was there any lingering thoughts in your head that you wouldn’t be a part of the Reasonable Doubt card?

Merek Blackfyre: Absolutely not! I mean, think about it. Any person that they have tossed my way has been decimated with these claws of mine. I’ve scorched them and removed them from the face of the Earth, a few of those people in the literal sense. To think that they would want to keep those drunken bigots in Dublin from experiencing what a true Irish champion could be instead of that disgrace of an Irishman in Dark Demon, I would find that EAW would be horribly missing out on a massive opportunity. Those moronic vagrants whose only sole purpose in life is to fill their bellies with liquor and start as many brawls as possible while trying to get their pay from their depressing day-to-day labor, they need someone who experiences the great pleasures of life on a that day-to-day basis and watch what a man can do with something they will never have in their entire lives. Northern Ireland knows how to treat an Irishman and when I crush every single one of those men and toss their carcasses over the top rope and onto the floor, we will be one step closer to having a TRUE IRISH NATION!

[The Northern Irish crowd roars for the last few words that came from the mouth of Merek Blackfyre as a scowl comes from the woman, noticing her to probably be from Ireland herself, as Pierre moves onto the next interviewer, another woman that’s obviously not from Irish descent.]

Interviewer #3: Now that you are on the Reasonable Doubt card, experiencing a FPV show for the first time in your EAW career, how does it feel to have actually made it onto the big show and be in this giant spectacle that’s bound to happen for it?

Merek Blackfyre: I’m going to be completely honest with you, it’s an experience. I haven’t entered the arena yet, I haven’t heard the mass amount of the idiotic masses drowning me in their vehement anger towards me because I represent a lifestyle and class of person that is above them, but I’m anticipating it. I’ve been paying attention to social media, paying attention to the words of the entire people that make up the fanbase of EAW, and I hear the deal that these people make it out to be. A show to watch, something you don’t want to miss, a must-see event! All of these and more are the words that I’ve heard about this show that’s coming up and for me to attain victory on a stage such as this, maybe not the degree of those on the main card since I was dragged down to this level by the worthless garbage that has been chosen to be my opponents, but I imagine that it’s going to be a moment I won’t forget.

[The woman nods her head in gratitude before taking her seat as Pierre scans the room for the next interviewer, a tall man on the left that stands up and is handed a microphone to ask his question.]

Interviewer #4: Maxwell Dachs, one of the opponents you will have in this battle royal match of yours, has called you out on your racist remarks to current Interwire Champion TLA and your blatant disrespect towards the championship and himself. How do you respond to these allegations that have been raised towards you?

Merek Blackfyre: Am I supposed to be afraid? Feel sorry for hurting someone’s feeling about what I said? If Maxwell Dachs wants to play the white knight of EAW and defend that spic champion that will soon get his own opportunity to say and do whatever he wants before I rip that championship away from him, he can go right ahead. He talks about how I don’t have “a champion’s personality”, but we have a champion right now that is burdened with a multiple personality disorder. So if he’s worried about personality, trust me, that’s the least of the worries when people think of a champion. A champion is someone that stands as the symbol of excellence, a symbol of what an elitist should aspire to be, and why wouldn’t a person want to aspire to be like Merek Blackfyre? A man abundant in all of the pleasures of life, a destroyer inside of the ring that will take his opponents down in the blink of an eye, and devoid of hesitation in doing so. Who would not want that man to be your champion? Would you rather have some comedic jester that runs around with a pack of misfits making fake championships to satiate their hunger for being relevant and mattering to the people? No, a champion doesn’t dwell on whether they matter to people, but on how to take care of their opposition with haste. If my disrespect stokes his flames to the point where he wants to beat me down into a broken body before tossing me over, more power to him. However, it won’t happen, because the winner of that match will be me and the only way I win is by making sure that he doesn’t make it out of that ring walking and talking.

[The interviewer takes his seat as Pierre McGuire notes that this will be the final question before the press conference is over as he points to a man sitting in the dead middle of the crowd who stands up to ask his question.]

Interviewer #5: Merek, you’ve called yourself a dragon, a mad king, and have talked seriously about your obsession with fire. All of this talk and the mentality you show has made you be spoken as a true mental warfare player in today’s Showdown and EAW. How much does your intimidation, your bold claims towards taking the title, your jabs towards the current stars of the locker room, and the rest of the actions that play into your mind games play against your opponents?

Merek Blackfyre: Everyone thinks that what I say is to simply get the attention of the people. I don’t care about the people. That crowd that just cheered me because I mentioned Northern Ireland being the true Irish nation, I didn’t care about that. They want to be here and hear what I have to say, that’s fine, but their reaction means nothing to me. The only thing that I care about is gold and having it draped over my shoulder and wrapped around my waist. Everything else I say from the insults to people in the locker room to my traits that are similar to dragons and kings, that’s just me speaking the truth. TLA and Mexican Samurai are fighting for the Interwire Championship at Reasonable Doubt, but that’s not the reality of the situation. Those twin border-hopping cholos are truly fighting for which one of them will get annihilated by Merek Blackfyre when he takes his Interwire Championship out of their filthy gardening hands! This is my kingdom! I rule it, I claim it, and I am it! I don’t sit around and make idiotic jokes to get a rise out of the crowd, I speak the truth. The truth is that no one on this roster holds a candle to Merek Blackfyre at the end of the day. They can fool themselves into believing that they stand a chance or that they can even defeat me, but it will never come to fruition. This is not a game, this is not an exaggeration, but this is real life. Reality is about to sink into every single individual in that battle royal that Merek Blackfyre is about to wipe them off the face of the Earth in his path of destruction on his warpath to either TLA or Mexican Samurai and when those two see the blood trail that I’ve made on that road, they won’t be making jokes or acting tough anymore. They will just be wishing that one of the fools that failed would have won for an easy defense, because beating Merek Blackfyre will not be a simple task.

[Merek Blackfyre stands up while walking out of the press conference area as Pierre McGuire starts making the ending statements. Merek exits the building and enters to his limousine, without even acknowledging the Northern Irish people that await for him to attain victory at Reasonable Doubt, as the vehicle drives away while the camera fades to black.]

 
It’s dark as a door swings open and light from the hallway fills the room for a moment. The room returns to its near pitch black state as the light is cut off and a lamp is turned on to give the room only the slightest illumination. Cailin Dillon sits down at her desk and flips up her laptop as she sits down at the desk. It’s only been a few moments when a smile comes across her face. She shakes her head and pushes a hand through her long blonde hair. She had spent her week preparing for two matches at once, all with her mind focused primarily on just this one. There wasn’t any issue understanding where Sheridan Muller was coming from, but it was clear the girl was in over her head with this match. She could see her forming ideas that were coming from seemingly nowhere. Not the kinds of ideas that put you over another competitor, but the kind that make you seem desperate. She had used lewd jokes to talk about other people, gone on pointless tangents about how she was more talented than the entire world and wrapped it all up with a nice little catchphrase that she stole from the German automobile industry. The dead mom comments and daddy’s girl labels weren’t bothering her, and nor was Sheridan herself. It was easy to laugh at the girl, but not because she didn’t take her seriously. She was completely serious about the clinic she planned to put Sheridan in. She was positive this girl wouldn’t know what hit her when they were finished. She flipped on the camera and hit record as she looked to her laptop to speak.
 
News flash, we at EAW would like to apologize for interrupting your day with Saturdays with Sheridan. That show was awful and has been cancelled. But we would like to make sure you understand exactly why we’re doing this. You see, Sheridan had great intentions and her ideas started out being good enough, but then she flipped the switch to crazy town. Once we put a mic in front of her, she started saying things that didn’t make a while lot of sense. As a news show, it was meant to be practical, truthful and informative. We didn’t intend to start a show where this girl sits in front of a camera and flaps her gums for 30 minutes. Sorry for that again. But maybe we should have known ahead of time. The facts were all there. And even are early disclaimer didn’t feel like enough to warn you of what you were about to see. It should have included, this program will also include one very courageous woman who has her panties so far up her own ass that she’ll never be able to fully recover them. Listen Sheridan, you aren’t as great as you believe yourself to be. You want a motivational speech, I’ll give you one. Why not give you what you’ve accused me of this week. So here goes nothing. Sometimes in life, we meet obstacles. Now most would tell you to keep trying and eventually you can clear these things and you can triumph. But ever so often, you encounter something that seems impossible. Should you keep trying? Maybe you should. Because the reward on the other side might be great. It might be something you’ve wanted for a really long time or something that just makes you feel good. But eventually you’ll find that you can’t clear this obstacle and you just fail over and over again. This is when you consider giving up. Most would tell you not to. Never give up, never surrender or something in that line of talk. But maybe you should give up, you know, save yourself the hardship. Maybe your motivation should be to know end up looking like a complete fool. You can spend a lot of time throughout your preparation thinking you’re really ready for the challenge, but when it starts to become apparent that you’re in over your head, you’ve got to jump out of that ship before it sinks and pulls you under. This is the example of Sheridan Muller’s career. She has crossed obstacles and made leaps and bounds, but it has run its course. She’s now approached the point where the wall is too big to climb. She has gotten to a place she was never ready for. So what is a girl like Sheridan to do? She has to chalk this one up to what it really is and start preparing for the next one. The lesson here is to not give up after the loss and to keep fighting. But maybe in Sheridan’s case the motivation should be to give up. Maybe it’s time she turns away from wrestling all together, give her catchphrase back to the industry and use all that money she spends so much time talking about to buy herself a dinghy. Then she can flip on that motor, find herself an island somewhere out in the Caribbean where she can hide from the world that she’s already so much better than. This will be the place she lives out the rest of her miserable life thinking about that one obstacle she couldn’t get past. But someday, eventually, she will look back and realize there was a lesson to be learned in all this and it wasn’t just all for naught. That lesson is for all the shit she talks and whatever she wants to say about Cailin Dillon, she will never be good enough to beat her. She will never be a champion and her career will be defined for what she is in this moment right now. For someone who spends so much time telling everyone else to shut up, she’s just full of hot air. So she can tag her full of shit self and spend the rest of her days on that island, where she belongs. No one here really needs here brand of trash anyways.
 
You came into this week with a purpose. You wanted to paint your opponent as a weakling, you wanted to destroy her mentally and then you wanted to become a champion. You failed on the first two objectives, and now here comes the third. You have spent this week talking about the cancerous individuals you believe exist in this division, and then made it clear through your descriptions that I’m not one of those people. You talked so much about money, and suddenly you aren’t about the money. It’s unclear what your purpose is anymore. You’re either here trying to be the cure to a sickness that doesn’t exist and prove that I’m not worthy, or you’re here to put on a good showing and try to win your first championship in EAW. We might never truly know which one that is because you haven’t made it clear and neither are going to happen. You don’t see yourself as a hypocrite, but it’s obvious that you are. You spend time talking about how wrestling is your life and let me know how tough you train. But when you see me training you tell me I have no life. This has been the common theme of everything you’ve said and done this week. Whether it’s you recording yourself fresh out of the shower with your wet blond hair, you fucking and then decapitating a cardboard version or me or this lame newscast you tried to construct in your hotel room. These are all the wonderful premise to ideas that you failed to hash out in full power because you just couldn’t figure out what to say. Oh, you had a lot of words to say, but they lacked the direction I think you wanted to go. It really makes no difference though. There’s been no doubt that I will successfully retain this title and you will be left to completely eat your words. What I’m doing in EAW right now is just the start of leaving my mark on the wrestling industry, and you’ll end up as just a blip on that radar. I’ve done nothing but learn every single match I’ve been in, both tremendous victories and grueling defeats. I’ve won championships and I continue to elevate my career. I’m doing what you haven’t done and what you won’t. What Sheridan fails to realize is that I train, I scout and I study this craft. She believes herself to be the most talented in the world, but she’s talent without a game plan. She just talks and talks and says everyone else loves the sound of their own voices. She makes fun of my victories and calls them meaningless when she barely beats her challenger to get in here. She’s showing up bloodied and bruised when I have no marks because I was intelligent, I had a strategy and I took care of my business. See, I can go into matches and I can give it my all and I can took huge risks and I can survive it generally unscathed. For all the time you spend calling me weak, you barely made it out of a match against an opponent you’ve made sure we all understand is second rate. And we all take plenty of lumps and bruises, but the injuries you describe make it sound like you went through a car accident. I didn’t realize Vanessa was so damn powerful. But while you spend your time bashing the title that you desire to win, you fail to realize that my victories have solid and they’ve been consistent. Winning ladder matches and chair matches and cage matches are no joke. Ask any one, you’ve stepped up this week to levels we haven’t seen before. But you’re not different than anyone else who has challenged for this title. You all like to talk down on me and the things I’ve accomplished, but you share the same desperation all of the ones before you had. You’ve attempted to go from zero to 100 and just this week, but I’ve surpassed you just like I did those ones before. This is the Cailin Dillon experience you hungered for so much. And now you’re getting the taste you wanted. I can’t imagine it’s everything you expected. You expected easy, but you got the same heat I give everyone else. For every way you try to strike me down with your words, you get an even more powerful jab just right back. The difference between is that your words don’t feel like something to take seriously. You spend so much time trying to degrade your opponents with jokes, that you miss out on the opportunity to really get your point across. You remind me of those kids we all encounter in our lives that get embarrassed by their own accord and then come out swinging with every expletive they can think of. Those kids always think they walk away from those scenes the winners. But just like them, it’s a loss for you.
 
This is why it should be painfully obvious to you at this point that for everything you’ve done this week, you have not intimidated me at all. How you could even develop a sense that I would fear anything about is part of the fairytale that you created in your mind. Yes, the girl who accuses me of creating this world of endless rainbows and unicorns is the one truly living in a fairytale. She thinks because she speaks a lot that I’m scared of her. What a laughable claim from a girl who truly has achieved nothing in her career, but thinks she is cool or strong because she downplays the accomplishments of everyone else. The problem is it’s too easy to take the things you say with a grain of salt. I’m confident with every fiber of my being that I will beat you, whether it takes 30 seconds or 10 minutes. All the threats you make about winning the Specialist’s Championship and parlaying it into ruling the division just come across as silly statements from a little girl who is pumped for her biggest opportunity. But it will end with her bloodied and crying tears of sadness. Let me help you out. You aren’t a big deal, so find a new way. I challenged you to do something about it all week and you were just deaf to this situation. Talk about a broken record. You literally just say the same things over and over and the only change you offer is a variation in what you say first. German efficiency. German efficiency. German efficiency. Best in the world. Read that aloud and understand how much of an idiot you sound like. I could bring up former opponent after former opponent and what wouldn’t change is that they are better than you. I’m talking going back to the Empress of Elite tournament. I’m talking about bringing up girls that aren’t even in this company anymore. The consistent thing is that I think they could beat you. The handful of victories you have mostly come against girls I’ve never faced. But Rey Shamez put up a bigger fight than you, and she didn’t even have a title opportunity up for grabs. Doesn’t that mean anything to you? When you challenge the meaning behind the girls who have had chances to beat me and classify them all as worthless and undeserving, do you forget that you’re in the same class as them? Or has your apparent newfound invincibility really warped your mind so badly that you don’t know the answer to that anymore. There’s being confident and then there’s being flat out delusional. It’s difference between us is obvious. You fall under the category of delusional, and I remain confident that I will beat your delusional ass all over the ring. So when you come out and head into the ring, turn around and stare at that ramp. When you hear my song fill the arena and you see me walk out, you’ll know you’re out of time. And you make sure to listen to the lyrics of that song, because they aren’t meaningless. There’s nothing wrong with my confidence, but there’s plenty wrong with whatever it is you have going on.
 
This place will never be defined by anything you bring to the ring. Maybe you’re a nice talent, but you’re far from great. You’re not even that good. That’s the thing, there’s plenty of great talent and even some good fighters that are right on the cusp. What you are is nice, but you’ve still got a long ways to go before you prove anything. I want to mention something very painfully obvious to you that I don’t think you thought about before you said. You have made yourself out to be the hottest thing in EAW right now. Part of that, as you made clear earlier this week, is all the success you’ve had. So how flawed is your thinking that you discount your opponents match history and try to act as if the championship matches they fought in are meaningless in comparison to the ones of a rookie who has been cutting her teeth. The thing is, I’m not sure you’re ready to remove that pacifier from between your lips just yet. You’ve still got a way to go hun. But just as you hope it will all come crashing down for me, you’re soon to see this all happen for yourself. I’ve lost matches before, I know how to handle myself in defeat. You haven’t even known how to handle yourself this week. How the hell are you supposed to deal with missing out when you feel everything is in your favor? Maybe you shouldn’t have tried to build up this perception that you were so unstoppable this week. Because that’s all you ever do. That’s part of your whole gimmick. The reality is that you’re far from perfect and you will leave our match feeling very far from the complete product that you believe yourself to be. You think you’re entering a match against a paper champion when you’re actually boarding a one-way train to your career going nowhere. The thing is you are chalk full of so much talent, but it’s everything else about you that causes these huge deficits. Your whole approach is so flawed that you feel like you have to attack someone sexually or make fun of their parents. The idea that you had to suggest I was touched by my father is about as clear an example of this as it comes. Why you think this actually makes you better or gives you a chance to win I might never know. Something tells me you feel this is the way to get to your opponent mentally. If that worked with Vanessa Holiday it’s because she’s weak. You complain about me seeming infallible, but it’s because you haven’t done anything to make me feel this mental breakdown you expected to invoke.
 
I expect you to come out swinging on Showdown. And why would I expect any differently. You are feisty and you want to shock the world, even if your version is just some weird way of proving something that only you believe. You think you will be the end of my run, but you’re just another mark along a path that has led me onward. You see a champion vs. champion match as a sign of a weakness for EAW, but I see it as the penultimate for the Vixens division. To have both of its champions square off and see who comes up on top, it doesn’t get any better than that. But you only see it as a waste of time if I’m in, and this amazing once in a lifetime experience for the fans if you’re in it. Just more flawed thinking from a girl who has tried hard, but will come up short. I want you to come in and give me everything you have. I’m hungry for an absolute battle in that ring. I want to see you risk everything you have to see if your best beats me. And when that match ends, I won’t be losing my humility and taunting you into the ground like some stupid, egotistical whore. I will remain as hungry and humble as I have during this entire ride. I’ve heard about what you’re going to do all week so I have to admit I’m ready to see you try and put your money where your mouth is. I know exactly how this match will end. By the end of Showdown, Cailin Dillon will still be the Specialist’s Champion. It’s funny that it bothers you so much that I compare you to others. You’re torn by the fact that someone has pointed out the fact that you simply aren’t as original as you thought. Even if you thought your cancer ideas or your approach to promos was unique and something that put you ahead of your opponents, the way you combined it all and tried to pass it off was your biggest failure. Maybe you could have become the best combination of all those you inadvertently ripped a little from, but you failed to put it all together. Just like you will in this match. It’s interesting that you have started to admit that you think I don’t belong with the rest of these so-called “cancers” throughout the division. You’ve conceded that there is a small group you see yourself as a part of, the two of us and Eris, that deserve everything while the others don’t deserve the same. But you’re still lacking the knowledge of the full extent of this division. I’m not stupid, I know you aren’t going away. I could bring you on the brink of death and you’d be crawling back to the ring a few weeks later giving it another shot. But as you continue to crawl your way back and try to get back to this point, the moment when you take your next big shot at the top spots in the division, you will hit bump after bump in the road. You will find out that there are a number of girls who belong in that rather exclusive group you developed. You will lose matches you thought you would win easily. It will be a wake up call that extends past this match.
 
Cailin gives one last smile and a wink to the camera before she ends the recording. She nods to herself as she feels content and jumps in her e-mail to send the video to EAW personnel to go up on the website. As she clicks in the subject line, she stops for a moment to think before grinning and attacking her keyboard quickly. She types in “Sheridan’s last ride,” and hits send before closing her laptop and standing up. She turns off the lamp and walks over to the window and pulls the curtain aside to let the moonlight filter into the room for a moment before letting the room fill with dark.

 
I’m on drugs and you’ve got me backed into a corner, but here’s the Heart Break Gal admitting exactly what I was saying for the first time. Oh, so you know these things now, do you? These things that you previous, emphatically denied. Your focus has always been on trying to make me feel like I’m not worthy of being in the same ring as you, yet that clearly isn’t what you really think. This is you admitting I do bring something to the table. This isn’t about us intimidating one another, it’s just about going back and forth at each other, grasping at each other’s throats until they let us step in the ring and settle it right there. But your game is always the same. You sound just like a new Vixen, but with polished words. You do the same I’m better than you in every way shtick, the only difference is you’ve done enough to not actually sound like you’re completely full of crap. Your whole idea is to paint me as this weak, feeble-minded little girl who is in over her head, when even you know this is just an illusion you’ve created. It’s the same way you talk down to every other opponent to try to make them feel insecure, because it’s worked so many times before. You’ve long been able to hold your boot over opponents and smile wide as you slowly bring it down over them until you crush them completely.
 
I have to laugh when you talk about me. You call me pathetic, just like the rest of the Vixens division, and say I don’t even belong in the same arena as you. But Eris, oh she does, and you even had to scrap for something to talk about there when you bring her up. You’re trying to say I’ve done nothing here because Eris and I came in at the same time and she’s the Vixens champion? Wow, there’s a whole hell of a lot of people there were here before both Eris and I, and many more after. We’re the only ones that have a belt though. There’s a reason for that. But if you think Eris is the only worthy Vixen because she lives between the sheets with you, then your picture of the Vixens division is pretty grim. Welcome to 2016, where the EAW Vixens division features one person, Eris LeCava. Oh, Claudia? She was too good for the Vixens division so we have just one. This is why your ideals and your actions, they’re just shit. Really your whole approach is terrible. You say I’m a moron, you make fun of me for being a champion and then you talk about yourself as goddess. Congratulations, that’s clearly the winning formula right there. It makes me wonder how you’ve even managed to be so successful throughout your career. Here we are, far removed from our early meetings with each other, and it’s as if you’ve lost a step. Was there a time the Heart Break Gal had more fire than this or more venom? Or is her whole Vixens career, all that success in the past of EAW, because of a limited crop of talent in the Vixens division. If Eris wasn’t such a panty jockey for you, I’m not sure you could beat her if you decided to try out this division again. You’re not going to beat me on Sunday, so what does that say about where you’re at now?
 
The one thing I’ve learned for certain this week is Vixens both old and young walk around pretending they have some sort of superhuman strength that supersedes any opponent that come up upon. Think about that for a second. Your method is so amazing that it’s the same one every other new Vixen comes in and tries to pedal. Saying you’re stronger than someone else is just a lazy way of trying to put yourself over. It doesn’t really mean anything. Just like you claiming I have no way of beating you. That’s an even more simple-minded belief to take about an opponent. But that’s always kind of been your thing though, right? Just disrespect and mock your opponents until they don’t have it in them to compete with you. I’m unfazed by your tricks and I’m ready for everything you throw at me. That’s the difference between this match and any other match we’ve been in. Other than the fact that this is our first time ever going one on one. Then again, you’re so different than everyone else, aren’t you? You focus only on your goals and you take advantage of every situation that’s put in front of you. C’mon, really? That’s the road you’ll take to make yourself seem better? Please Claudia, why don’t you have anything interesting to say that actually makes me feel like you’ll win this match? Why is it always the same “I’m two steps ahead of you,” line every time? And why do you think I don’t take you seriously? You have this deluded picture of me as a fighter where I’m so full of myself — even though I’m not you — that I make wild mistakes and do stupid desperate things while you play possum. Let me just guess what plan you already have. You’re gonna show up ready to fight, and then when things get bad you’ll have your lackey get involved. And for that one reason, you’ll consider yourself the better fighter. That’s nothing but a joke. The smartest thing about you has been strength in numbers. If you’re a genius than you’ve gone far too eccentric for anyone to really understand what you’re trying to tell us anymore. But you’re not as intelligent as you lead us all to believe. You’re just very plain and you just say these same things over and over, with just a little twist. I could be doing the same thing, you know? I could be shouting about heart and determination, but I’m instead going over the facts. You think you’re going to win this match because you’re better than me in every way. Just say that. You talk about me dancing, my god you’ve done entire hokey pokey to get your points across. But they all still come back around to one simple way of thinking. How about we just let what we do in the ring talk for itself. How about we just throw caution into the wind and go at each other to see who comes out on top. How about you keep your pony in her stable and make sure you can do this on your own. Or is that so beneath you?
 
I don’t think I need this championship to be considered pretty goddamn great. I’ve had plenty of eyes on me enjoying every move I make along the way. Those same eyes are the ones that have been fixated on Eris. Yet the reason people think so highly of her is because she is a champion. It’s not because she’s with Hexa-gun, it’s because she competed for the Empress of Elite title, which she lost, and then turned around and ended Madison’s reign. It’s not because she’s this fucking rock star persona that stands alone above everyone else in her division whether she’s a champion or not. No, no one but you would agree with that. If she turned around and lost that title at Reasonable Doubt, she would not have that image. That’s just completely untrue. You have that image because you were successful and because you’ve been around for a really long time. Eris has been here since July, while you’re just old. But that’s not a slight on your age or accomplishments. That’s just to point out how stupid you sound by describing her as a legend. Maybe she’s completely legendary in the downtime you two spend together, but she’s just as beatable as you are. Her attaching herself to Hexa was an attempt to put herself over more. But instead everyone has just looked at her like she’s your girlfriend being dragged around from place to place. You always go so back and forth with the way you talk about me. Sometimes you make it sound like I was shit and then you say that I was a rising star. Although in your mind, sometime between the day I debuted, to the time we fought, to now when I stand as the Specialist’s champion, I got worse. Do you realize how stupid that sounds or do you, like you like to accuse me of, just open your mouth and let the crap just slide out?
 
Nothing you have said this week has made me feel fragile. It hasn’t felt like heat at all. I have two matches this week, and my other opponent, a rookie, is throwing far more heat at me than you are. How wise and powerful you must believe you are. Especially when it’s just you and your posse that believe that to be the case. All these things you think you’ve done to me this week, you’ve actually accomplished none of that. It’s extremely easy to respond right back to you when what you say is just loaded up with junk to try and get by. Your definition of not holding a candle to competition is always simply defined as a win or a loss. Except when you lose this week, you’ll break out your book of excuses flipping through to pick one. I can’t wait to hear what you have to say. My guess, you’ll say I got lucky. Because you always default to the easiest thing to say. We can’t have you trying to hard now, you might pull a muscle. But one other thing I want to say. You brought up our last match and that’s awesome. Thank you for reminding me of the week you attempted to ridicule me for saying I’ve changed. This week you’ve both admitted I’ve changed and then made it clear that you’ve changed, too. Woah! Mind blown! You talk about pathetic. We could do this all day, though, couldn’t we? And that’s something that you’re more than aware of and try to slide right under the rug. Because you make mistakes, and sometimes you admit it, but you act as if making a mistake against me is impossible. The truth is you make mistakes all the time, but you’re always in denial until they happen. You’re just a mistake away from suffering the same degree of humiliation you believe to have caused me. And it’s coming very soon. Just a day away now. You make ass backward claims on a regular basis, and your predictions come across as uneducated. You want facts? There they are. Now soak those up and try again. You talk about empty threats from me when yours feel even emptier. You talk about ending my career when you have far more at risk than I do. And then you come across with your penultimate word. This is what defines everything Heart Break Gal does. When she doesn’t like how her opponent has approached her and she’s been backed into a corner more than she cares to admit, it’s always the same thing. Tryhard. How sad. We’ll always remember you for this, Claudia. I’ll always remember you for being perfect, but no perfect. Invincible, but with an easily cracked exterior. The crazy thing is the interior is just as flawed. You are self-obsessed, but also very self-conscious. And you’re about to get yourself beat.
 
If this is truly your world, as you say, then it’s about to take a crushing blow. Your ego is what you really mean to say. This is your ego and you won’t dare have anyone challenge what you believe. This is to day only your beliefs matter. You want to fight until your last breath? That’s fine with me. I will make sure to beat the very last breath out of your shaky throat, and then Team Cross will take the rest of Hexa-gun down along with you. Things have gone your way long enough. You talk about goals? I have a goal to end Hexa-gun, and you’re collateral damage. See you at Voltage, where it all begins to end.

Dynasty promo #5
 






The scene opens backstage inside the personal dressing room of EAW’s self proclaimed Social Media Champion “Picture Perfect” Mark Michaels.  It’s here that we find a cluster of reporters from around the world,  gathered around Michaels (who is flanked by his trainer Akio Inoue, as well as his agent Johnny J.)  Trying to get a few clip worthy quotes pertaining to the upcoming Hell’s Warpath match, during the Rising Tide Pre-Show. 
 
Reporter #1: “Mister Michaels, tonight you are to compete in the first ever Hell’s Warpath Match.  Is there any concerns about wrestling in a match where no one is totally sure what to expect?
 
Michaels: “First off everyone is already expecting by the time this match is finished to see a wrestling ring become more akin to a demilitarize zone, you’d have to be a fool not to .  Second, I’ve everyone already knows that I am going to cut thru those nine nincompoops like a hot knife thru butter.  Everything else, well that’s anyone’s guess.
 
Reporter #2: “Inoue-San, You have been in charge of training Michaels for this match.  Do you believe that he is prepared for this match?”
 
Inoue: “Yes he is.  I can say that without a single doubt.  He was able to quickly learn the concepts of his new training regimen, and apply them in our sparring sessions.  He’s been amazing to work with, and I have the utmost confidence that he will be the one who gets his hand raised tonight.
 
Reporter #3: “Mister Michaels, do you have any last minute responses to the comments made by several of your opponents?”
 
Michaels: “As a matter of fact, I do.   You all suck, plain and simple.  Caine, just because that psychobabble bullshit that spews from your mouth might psyche out weak minded simpletons like Kevin Hunter, do you really think it’s going to work on me?  Now you’re right about how I haven’t changed any in the past six months, but why would I need to?  I am the psychical embodiment of Perfection, and there’s no such thing as better than perfect!  And what’s more, I’ve been tearing thru bottom feeders like you since the moment I walked thru the door.  What have you done?  You beat up a few nobodies, and think that you’re as much of a bad ass as you pretend to be.  Why don’t you try standing against the men I’ve stood against in this ring, or at the very least, a guy who has at least one win to his name, Then maybe some small shred of your ridiculous rhetoric might actually be semi convincing.  I’ve told you once, and I’ll tell you again, the thing that separates me from a chump like you isn’t bravado, or arrogance, it isn’t pride, or ego, it’s the fact that I have more talent in my little pinky, that you could ever possibly dream of having.  And I know you don’t believe me now, that’s okay, neither did any of the other assholes that I beat the ever loving shit out of  did either. 
 
And Kevin Hunter, I don’t get how you think you can talk yourself up into thinking you stand a chance in this one.  You act like you’re the only guy who has ever been in a multi-man match with no disqualifications.  Maybe I would give some credence to this whole ‘we’re lambs being drawn to the slaughter’ garbage, if you wouldn’t have had your ass handed to you by Dynasty’s bottom tier talent two weeks in a row!  You think that anyone Is buying all you talk about chaos besides all those drunken jackasses in your little club?  Let me ask you something, just how many times did you have to get down on your knees, and suck on some dude’s tailpipe to become president?  That is how you got that job right?  Because from what I’ve seen of you, there is no other way that anyone would have chosen you to lead them, unless they were able to say that they made the club president their bitch!   Kinda like how I’m going to say it after I toss you over the top rope, and out of the match tonight.  Kevin, you bring your wannabe Fonnzie ass to the ring, and I guarantee that by the end of the night you’ll find a print of my boot running right across it as a reminder, that Chaos can’t rattle Perfection.
 
And then we have Dustin, a fly who becomes more, and more of an annoying, irritating, pest the longer you let him buzz around you.  Well Dustin, in just a short while you and me will be face to face, and you know what?   After I’m done with you, the only remanence will be left, will be stain on a rolled up new paper.  You say that I haven’t said anything about you in particular, and maybe you’re partially correct because I really couldn’t care less about you.  Your matches are only on the card so that the fans can have time for a bathroom break.  You’re only on the roster because much like your wife, Dynasty had a hole that it another guy needed to fill.  You’re a pathetic worm who isn’t worth a scrap of my time.  You say I have to pick a side?  I already have.  It’s the same side I’ve been on since day one, MINE.  No Dustin I don’t need to pick a side, you do.  Because anyone, or anything that stands between me and that New Breed Title match, is going to get torn a new asshole.  You say I have no substance, I say wait till we step in the ring.  Then just like my millions upon millions of followers, you’ll see firsthand that everything I do in the ring backs up all the style I carry outside of it.
 
And to Donny, Marcus, and all the other jackasses who are only there to waist space until I toss them out, you are all in for the fight of your lives. You are stepping into the ring with the man who has taken Zack Crash, Tig Kelly, Mr.DEDEDE, and many others to their absolute limit.  Your taking on a guy who has competed in five men ladder matches, and glass gauntlet matches  that looked more like car wrecks than competition, and walked away unscathed.   You’re facing off against the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the Hashtag hero to millions upon millions of followers from every corner of the globe.  The man whose followers have chosen him to be their Social Media Champion because they recognize his good given gifts of in ring talent, endurance, strength, speed, and charisma.  They know that I am the total package, that’s why I am the Destiny of Dynasty, the Brightest Burning Star that EAW will ever come to know, and the man who has that New Breed Tile match hashtag in the bag baby!  So keep that belt warm for me Clark, and try not to get any of your grubby little fingerprints on it.  And the rest of boys, tonight I’ll see you in HELL, so Picture THAT!”
 
Johnny: “That’s all the time my client has for questions right now, he’ll be available after his victory tonight, thank you.”
 
With that Johnny leads the rounds up the reporters out the door.
 

FADE TO BLACK.

Friday, January 29, 2016
 
2:55 p.m
 
This week has opened many doors for me as a personality. I’ve been showing different sides to the character, the entity that is Eris LeCava. Many sides that have a purpose to serve - to distract individuals from the bigger picture. I’ve put on the mask of a respectful champion – someone who is willing to put all feelings aside in order to put on a great match for the fans. I’ve put on the mask of a shit talking badass, someone who says whatever is on her mind regardless of the consequences. I’ve put on my famous mask, which is the crazy psycho who doesn’t know what her limits are. Yes, it’s true – I did have a tantrum at a local restaurant but how else will I get people to pay attention? Acting civil will get you nowhere. Sometimes you have to amp it up. You have to kick it up a notch in order to get people to listen. I’ve noticed that regardless of what mask I put on, Cloud always falls to my trap. My respectful champion mask resulted in Cloud Matsuda kissing my ass until the cows went home. Oh- excuse me, I mean she said she respected me or some shit, I don’t remember. My shit talking badass mask resulted in Cloud saying she was done playing around and wanted to get serious. She claimed that she was going to finally show me that side that I was begging for time after time again. Then, my psychotic mask resulted in Cloud saying “Fuck you, Eris!” even after starting off the week with so much respect. It’s funny seeing how easily one can manipulate grown ass women.
 
Regardless of the outcome of my match, it’s no secret that immediate change is going to be put upon the vixens division. Change is bound to happen not only on this division but on myself. This experience has made me evolve into a better wrestler, champion and human being. Before Cloud begins to flatter herself, I’d like to note that this little “feud” that we’ve been having has made me look at our division from a different perspective. I’m not one to take other people’s feelings into consideration, but when you’re the champion of a division that’s growing and slowly evolving into something bigger than EAW, it’s important to know where everyone stands. I guess people can say that I’ve grown a little less selfish. Yikes, I hope HBG doesn’t read this. She’d be furious.
 
Tonight I’m going to attempt to get the best sleep I’ve ever had in my life. I know that tomorrow is going to be tough and I can’t sit here and lie and say that I’m not nervous because I am. I wish I could put on my shit talking badass mask but right now I have to focus on myself – the real me. The Eris LeCava who is borderline genius. The Eris LeCava mindset that won me this championship in the first place. I don’t think I can add more sparks to this already lit flame but have I forgotten that I am sincerely unstoppable? Many people may view my words and think of me as a cocky bitch, but everyone can see where I’m coming from. No offense to the other broads in this division but I’m the best out of this roster. I can’t imagine Cloud Matsuda going toe to toe with me. King of Elite is going to be a breeze, it’s going to be a walk in the park and I bet my hard earned money that I’m not going to even break a sweat. I need to stop over thinking this damn match. Nothing will change, everything will remain the same until EAW goes down in flames. Nothing will ever change, everything will be okay. Yeah, everything will remain the same.
 
It’s quiet in my house – for the first time in forever it seems. The voices in my head have been getting louder – more agitating and obnoxious. My therapist is basically begging me to go back on my medications but I’ve already made it extremely clear that I’m loving the drug free Eris LeCava and so is everyone else, right? In the ring I feel like there are no limits. I can’t even hear the referee’s annoying voice so that’s always a plus. I think the annoying voices are worth the way I’m feeling right now. I guess you can say I’m on… Cloud 9. Okay, bad joke. I even spoke with Lillian, my old roommate, not too long ago and she called me crying like a baby asking me to take a break from EAW. How foolish does that sound? Lillian really pisses me off and it’s taking a lot from me to not just go over there and kick her ass. I’m tired of people telling me how to live my life. My actions don’t affect anyone other than my opponents, the thief’s that are trying to steal my rightful spot as the top Vixen of this division. I’ve done a good job so what’s the problem?! Anyway, I’ve had some free time on my hands and I’ve decided to write a cute little poem. I’m trying to be artsy nowadays.
 
My skin is soaking up
The snug sun.
Green, vibrant meadows
Moving left and right.
Dancing to the groove of the wind.
Rows of tulips overpowered the scene.
Vibrant colors
Blue, yellow and green.
I skipped through the meadows
With my elegant, long white dress.
I bent down and found a rare red rose.
Peacefully blooming
Amongst the rabid weeds.
I ripped it off from the earth.
Inhaling its majestic force.
Feeling its energy tickle my nose.
Then all of a sudden,
It dried up.
Thousands of black ashes
Covered my fragile hand.
Like oil splattered on a flock of frightened pigeons.
Tears began to overflow.
Drowning my hopes
Decapitating my ability to think.
Then I remembered;
It’s all in my head.
There are no meadows, tulips or roses.
There is no sun,
No light.
Just harrowing pain.
Ready for this emptiness to swallow
Me whole.
My imaginative elusive world
Impaled my soul with anger and hatred.
Because in reality,
The real world
My world,

Was nothing like that.

SHOWDOWN PROMO #5 - TRY AND STOP US


Scene pans to Rex McAllister, who is sporting workout gear, is finishing up a cardio workout just inside the Sydney Super Dome. He stops to sit and properly address his opponents.

So Maxwell? You finally decided to open your mouth. You too Venom. Oh how beautiful your little girlie voices sound. I can see now why you guys stayed hidden so long. It makes perfect sense. You see while you DCW chumps decided to reign in the New Year in style, much like The Rex Master is accustomed to doing, Brayden and myself while at odds have been preparing for you. We see the that Trios title as a stepping stone to better things down the road. I think I speak for us both when I say we are seeking success and seeking it anyway we can get it. Your attitude is completely indicative of the typical attitude of people all over America. Yes that includes even Trump. A man completely and utterly smug. His opinion matters not though. What does matter is the preparation and time put in to ensure certain victory. Something it seems like you three haven't done nor do you feel you have to. That is fine by us. Trust me. You boys are about change? Well change is about to happen. It's inevitable. Your attitudes or lack thereof is all the motivation we will need to pull imminent upset. You are looking past us just like Cloud is looking past Sheridan. You are undestimating us just like Minns is doing Victor. You are taking our talent for granted just like the returning Zach Genesis has done so far to Lioncross. It will truly be your undoing. Even with it being 2 on 3 I can clearly and plainly see the difference between two individuals that are far more hungry than the three of you put together. You say we are new here, but please respect the fact that we've gained our stripes elsewhere. Respect your competition guys. We are coming to Showdown to WIN. That's a given. The Trios Title is just extra incentive to work that much harder. It really does not matter what other factions or tag teams you have conquered in the past. As everybody knows and subscribes to. It's like I already said previous. And I hate repeating myself. But success it comes in waves sometimes. Waves they subside though. What goes up must come down. I have also already said from the very day I came here that you don't look past me too far cause the last thing you may be looking at is the bright lights in the arena on your back listening....listening to the familiar tune of 1...2...3. It's gonna happen. Cause like Vic Vendetta, like Sheridan, like Lioncross that certain upset in the minds of the people is not far behind. So Maxwell? Venom? Landy? Times for fun and games is about up. Get ready cause The Rex Master and the The Best Wrestler in the World are here, and waiting. Waiting to show the world and the EAW Universe what true success looks like, what true winners look like. Two on three? Advantage US.

*smirks*

Ta, Ta for now DCW Trolls.

Rex gets up and starts to walk away as the scene fades.

***SCENE ENDS***

Dynasty Promo #5




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(The Next Day)


The scene opens on the  backstage at the Forth Worth Convention Center, inside a private dressing room.  It's here that we find Super agent Johnny J. sitting down with his client  "Picture Perfect" Mark Michaels (Dressed in his ring gear) before his showdown against


Johnny J.: "Mark you are moments away from what has to be the biggest match in you tenure of Dynasty Wrestling, are there any nerves at this point?"


Michaels: "Hang on one sec Johnny..."


Michaels quickly whips out his Iphone, opens the camera app, and hits the record button.


Michaels: "Hello, and happy new year to all my followers, I have no doubt all of you are just dying from the anticipation of getting to see me  crush that cockroach Tig Kelly and be crowned the new National Elite Champion.  And truth be told, I'm a bit excited myself.  There's no better way that I could think of to celebrate the new year, than by bringing  the National Elite Title belt back home with me,  But just try to keep calm, and know that I'll stay Perfect!  Peace out."


Michaels stops the recording.

  Michaels: "Sorry 'bout that John, now to answer your question, no.  I am totally ready for everything Tig will try to throw at me, and I will tell you right now that the only way he's going to retain the title tonight, is if he takes the cowards way out and gets himself counted out, or disqualified.  There is no way in hell that he is beating me tonight, I guarantee it!"


 
Johnny: "I like the confidence, but how can you be so sure?  I mean Tig has gotten the better of you on the two occasions you've met in the ring"


Michaels: " *SIGH, this again?  Listen the last time Tig won it was a fluke.  See he caught a lucky break, in a car wreck of a match, and after it was over and he got his title match, he got his ass whipped.  Oh yeah, he talks about me being a revisionist, he likes to forget that he lost his big chance at House Of Glass, and if it hadn't been for him somehow weaseling his way into subbing for Carlos Rosso that night, I wouldn't even be facing his hater-aid guzzling ass. And if you're still somehow worried about history repeating itself john, Well just remember that tonight is a very different case from the other times we've met.  Firstly It's just him and me this time.  I don't have jealous losers that I have to team with, and there are no bottom of the barrel, scrub haters that to cost me my chance to win.  Tonight, Tig gets my undivided attention, and the very best of Mark Michaels.  And whats more. I am the kind of man that when the spotlight is the biggest, I shine the brightest, you get what I'm saying? When it's the main event, for all the marbles, I stand head and shoulders above the so-called competition.   And considering the fact that it's me, and not Zack Crash, or Lucian Black, or Rhaegar, or Heart Break Pizza boy, or whatever his name is that's closing out tonight, I like my chances."


Johnny: "Okay, how are you going to do it?"


Michaels: "Johnny, you really have to ask after all this time together? I'm about as disappointed in you, as Chris Elite is in his proof reader.  I'm going to do it the same way that i beat Angelo Brando, and then nearly carried his incompetent ass to the tag team championships.  I'm going to do it the same way that I beat Regulator not once, but twice.  I'm going to do it the same way I took Trent Yoder's flesh and blood, and turned him into my biggest devotee.  I'm just going to go out there and do what I do best, be Perfect, and  Whether it's a Screen Cracker to that ugly Leprechaun's face, or a Picture Perfect on his empty head, Tig kelly is going down in the middle of the ring one, two, three. 


and if he doesn't respect me now, he will after I'm done embarrassing him in front of my millions, upon millions of followers.  You know, the ones that have proclaimed me to be their HashTag Hero, as well as the Social Media Champion.  I can't wait for the arena to erupt with their cheers when I finally put that over rated, under developed, punch drunk, pile of elephant feces, in his place.  And in doing so, I will also cement my place as The Twitter Trendsetter, The Instagram Icon, The Destiny Of Dynasty, and the Brightest burning star that Extreme Answers wrestling will ever know!  And Tig Kelly who stayed in 2015, now tell me Johnny, can you Picture That?"


Johnny: "Oh yes, I certainly can Mark.  Go get him, tonight's your night."

Michaels: "You're god-damned right it is!"


WITH THAT THE VIDEO FADES TO BLACK.

SHOWDOWN-HERE TO CLAIM THE GOLD

Scene opens to Rex McAllister as he arrives in a stretch Limousine. The Chauffer gets and rushes to open the door for Rex. Temperatures appear to be mildly chilly outside, in the 30s. Rex is decked out in one of his custom designer attire suits, with his black overcoat on while dawning black sunglasses. He looks up toward the heavens scoping out the sky above. Then he scans his surroundings. He is right outside the Sydney Superdome in Sydney, Australia. He decides to take a walk down the walk way scanning the building. He places his hands in his pockets, looks down has he walks.

Team DCW. The Rex Master is here.

*smirks*

Here in Australia. Here to….well let’s just say it won’t be to do any sight-seeing. This…this is allll about business. The business at hand. As you can see I am alone. This is my fourth promo.

*Looks up toward the camera*

Let me do what I don’t like to do and say it again. THIS IS MY FOURTH FUCKING PROMO! YOU DON’T THINK I WANT THAT TITLE??? THE RECOGNITION??? I WILL GO AFTER THEM ALONE IF NEED BE.

*pauses from speaking as we walks*

Nothing new for me of course. For the last several years I have been building success walking alone. Doing it my way, not allowing people to influence my rational way of thinking. I think at a higher level than most. Ideally in a perfect world if there would be Rex McAllister in every place that has ever and will ever exist in the world. Someone like me who paves their own path to success and doesn't follow others simply satisfied with the status quo. Somebody that plays to that different tune. But enough about that. Point is DCW, I am here to take the weight of that TRIOS TITLE off you. I’ve heard Brayden’s piece, but it’s apparent he never heard any mine. Sephiroth is likely a no-show. Probably the wild-card in all of this. Probably waiting in the wings to screw all this up for our team. From what I can gather DCW—Max, Piff, Landy. Holding a title means you guys must have had some sort of success lately. However. Guys your success means nothing to me. Cause as the saying goes one day you are HOT and the next you’re NOT. Nobody wins all the time. Success as I know all too well comes with a price. A price of sacrifice. The price to be known here in EAW depends on how I perform and if those knuckleheads I have been paired with want a say in it than it’s “HOW WE PERFORM”. We are all motivated individuals in our own way, and even so we all have a common goal. “WINNING”. WINNING BIG. Me? I’ve been dreaming big and winning big since I can remember. Not just in wrestling, but in life. So far up to this point my life is almost exactly where I envisioned it would be. The way I planned for it to be from the very smallest of details all the way to the very biggest. Yeah, you have bumps along the way. I have. But I anticipated this. So I am constantly planning. Planning ways to alleviate the problem areas so the path forward the path upward is smoother sailings.

So DCW your I will warn you once more. Your run of success is about over. On Showdown, right here in Sydney, you will lose that Trios Championship Belt. I am going to go into the Dome and put on a show like no other that evening with or without my partners. I am going to show the EAW brass what I am worth. My heart, my hustle, and my will to win will be on full display. When you guys find out after a few minutes that indeed it won’t be just some cakewalk. That I won’t go down easily. You will have no choice but to turn it up a notch or prepare for The Rex Master to find a way to stem the tide, gain the advantage, and ultimately in the end bury you guys. All three of you.

*Stops and ponders a moment*

You guys are merely an obstacle. Nothing more nothing less. A challenge. A test. If our side ever becomes a cohesive unit I can assure you that your days as Trios Champions will be over. The test will be passed with flying colors. You won’t know what hit you. Stay tuned DCW. Promo #5 is to follow. Ta, Ta for now DCW LOSERS!

*Limo pulls up and the Chauffer gets out and rushes around the stretch car to open the door as Rex gets in as the scene fades*



***SCENE ENDS***

My favorite wrestler, which is surprisingly Steve Austin, isn't my picbase.

Mr. Kennedy/Anderson would be probably somewhere in the bottom tier of my Top 5, like #4 or #5.

Eris LeCava is seen in a dark, eerie room. The window shows the dark sky, like an ocean ready to swallow the world as a whole behind Eris. A candle is lit. Eris is wearing an “It’s Okay to Stare!!” t-shirt, blue jean shorts, is sitting in front of a stool that has a camera propped on top of it. Eris has various items scattered around and begins to speak.
 
Alright… the gloves are coming off.
 
Eris takes her smart phone with Maddie’s video on pause.
 
I am baffled. I’m lost, stumbled, confused. I sit here and wonder, is that all Maddie has to bring to the table? I was just insulted for thirty minutes straight. It wasn’t anything worth repeating, but it all had to do with my state of mind. You think that your “harsh words” are going to hit deep, Maddie? You think that by hearing you call me a “complete idiot” I’m going to scurry away and hide under my bed, praying to God that what you said isn’t true?! Pardon my French but you’re a fucking moron. I usually don’t like saying anything right away when I hear your unwise words because I like to process things for a day or two. I like to analyze your rash opinions and way of thinking by decoding them and realizing the true meaning behind your words. But after hearing you ramble retarded verses for the past week, I’ve come to the realization that you’re in a worse state of mind than me! Think about it, how fucked up in the head can you be to believe that you’re the greatest EAW has to offer? Poor thing, I guess by having your ass kicked repeatedly by people like Cloud Matsuda, Cailin and Tarah Nova for five consecutive matches really jumbles up the few things that you have up there.
 
Eris takes an extravagant, fancy red-satin box with gold embellishments plastered around and shows the camera that there is visibly nothing there.
 
But back to my main topic, the main point I want to make sure I get across: Is that all Maddie has to offer? When I saw this box at my local thrift store, I immediately thought of Maddie. This box is pretty, beautiful – even. But there’s nothing there. It is merely a shell. Maddie’s “beauty” and bodacious body is nothing but a shell. Once you lose all your physical attributes that make you feel like you’re entitled to everything, then we’ll see the sad wrinkly old bitch you’re destined to be. You know, when I got to declare my number one contender spot for the title I was so excited. I felt my heart race as I uttered the words that made Maddie shit her pants “I’m the new number one contender for the EAW Vixen’s Championship!” After making my big announcement, I walked backstage and couldn’t stop thinking of the adventure that lied ahead. “Maddie and I are going to put this fantastic show for the EAW Universe!” I foolishly told myself. “I can’t wait to see Maddie finally be a good sport! I doubt she’ll be mean to me outside of the ring, I mean I’m Eris LeCava! Everyone loves me!” Boy, was I wrong. I understand that this title means the world for you, Maddie. I get that you’ve gone through a hell of a ride just to be in the spot that you’re in today. I get it. But that doesn’t mean that you can act like you run the Vixens Division. Let’s remember that it took you a VERY long time to get where you’re at. Sure you had a long journey, but your ass can QUICKLY be kicked off of the pedestal. You can easily fall down the latter and be forced to start over. You act as if you’re this invincible being who cannot be touched. Oh, I’m going to touch you alright. All in your sensitive places that’ll make you cum faster than Thomas Minns watching little girls at the park…
 
Eris takes a ticket for a local showing of “Netflix and Minns featuring EAW Vixen’s Champion, Madison Kaline!” and crumples it up in her hand.
 
Oh, Maddie, how can I be jealous of you and Thomas Minns? How can I be jealous of someone having broccoli for dinner when I have the finest steak around? While you’re over there twiddling Minns’ dick, I’m here admiring my beautiful HeartBreakGal. Everyone doesn’t seem to believe me when I say that I actually converse with the warm-blooded, living breathing, ass kicking HBG! But I do! I’ve learned her wrestling philosophy and I’ve taken note of her remarkable journey as one of the greatest Vixen of all time. Can’t you see that she is my ultimate weapon, Maddie? Matter of fact, she’s everyone’s most powerful weapon if they got their head out of their asses and actually paid attention to what’s going around them and not just what’s staring back at them in the mirror.
 
Eris takes the final item and it’s a beat up Tarah Nova action figure. Eris takes the plastic belt that was attached to Tarah’s waist and holds it up with her fingers.
 
What makes me so sure that I’m going to win? I’m different. It’s as simple as that, Maddie. You’ve never faced someone like me in the ring. You can continue rambling useless verses that you probably got off of “HowToBeAPoet.com” saying how I’m just like the rest, but don’t forget that I almost won our match when we were both competing for the Empress of Elite. I had you where I wanted you but unfortunately things don’t work out as planned. Interferences and distractions were brought to light and you took advantage and slithered your way to the finals. On Shock Value there will be no sneaky way for you to win. There will be no opportunity for you to grasp. If for some reason I don’t come out as winner, I’ll make sure you won’t be able to get out of Shock Value on your two feet. I’ll make sure to have paramedics carry your ass out on a god damn stretcher. You can go into Shock Value as cocky as you’d like to but know that you’re in store for one of the worst beatings of your life. Everyone in the locker room knows that you're not one of EAW's greatest champions. Everyone says that you won your championship because Tarah Nova handed it out to you. If you do somehow manage to pull a fast one over me, I'll be proud to say that you worked for it because going against me won't be such a cakewalk as you've stated numerous times before. However, that's not going to happen, isn't it? I’ll make sure to not take my medications that night so you can see who the real ruthless, sinister Eris LeCava is.
 

Eris gives a cocky smirk to the camera as it slowly fades to black.

 
The more I hear from you, whether it be teaming with you or going against you as an opponent, I realize just how similar we really are. We both have the same competitive attitude, Aria, and we don’t pretend to be invincible like Ariana Lopez. But we are adaptable and we do evolve. It’s funny that someone would still try to chide us by referring to us as new girls. When we arrived here in July, the Vixens division needed a new breath of life. We were the first among an influx of new female talent that flocked to the EAW looking to make a name for us. But they knew what to expect from us early on. We came out firing, all three of us — you, me and Eris LeCava — and they knew it would only be a matter of time before we injected ourselves into a title hunt because we wouldn’t let anything hold us back. I go back and remember the Dollhouse Killers threatening us before our match with them. They said we couldn’t compete with them because we didn’t understand each other like they do. We didn’t have the bond they did. Maybe what they didn’t grasp is that we understand each other far more than either of them could imagine. It’s almost as if I’m looking in a mirror with you. We have different looks and we don’t have the same moves, but out mindsets and our attitudes are the same. We’re part of a new breed of Vixen that showed up and wasn’t content with just being a rookie. We upset the new guard with our early admirations for success. We weren’t willing to wait for things to happen, so we made them happen. Are there are still some, like Ariana, who don’t like the way we’ve risen. They act like our success is just a farce or a fluke. And even after they lose to us, they hold those same opinions. You’ve clearly done your homework on me to know how similar we are. My only regret form July to now is that I let other things keep me from getting in the groove that you and Eris were on by the time the Empress of Elite tournament started. But even in regret you can learn something. While the Iconomy was tumultuous part of my early days here, my finals days with them proved that I was not a Vixen to be taken lightly. We’ve both proven out worth in matches against legendary Vixens, and we both came within seconds of holding championship titles. Because I know how similar we are, I know that I misjudged you slightly. You won’t be stuck thinking about your past title match, nor will I. They serve as the best possible motivations for us to go to war with one another. The last one left standing holding the chance to compete for a belt.
 
We have both experienced the highs and lows that are associated with most wrestling careers, but I won’t dare say the average wrestling career. One thing is clear, and that is that we are not the average wrestler. We are standing at the edge, just an arms reach away from reaching the top echelon of our sport, and we both know we won’t let anything keep us from getting there. We’re not content with waiting years until we get our chances. We’re not willing to take a break when we know the true way to the top is to embrace your mistakes and flaws. Nobody is perfect, nor invincible, and it’s the lessons you learn in the ring and in life that make you so tough to destroy in the ring. I grew up without a mother, with a father who didn’t know what it meant to raise a girl. He didn’t understand what he was supposed to do at every turn of my early development, but he learned from his mistakes and he raised a fighter. He taught me to never back down and to keep fighting for what I want. That’s what makes me so damn tough. The way we are and the moments that made us, it was all the path that set us into this match. Maybe it wasn’t destiny for you at House of Glass, but your chances won’t end there. It’s not to hard to envision a near future where both of us are champions. It’s actually not too hard to envision a future where all three of us — you, me and Eris — are all holding belts and ruling over this division. I know that we are the toughest outs in this match and I know that in the end it will likely be us butting heads directly to see who best earned this opportunity. Our motivations in this match aren’t based on revenge. We’re both motivated by the same things. We’ve come close before, and we won’t dare be denied. I know you look at me and you’re sure you will win this match. Your confidence is enviable for the lesser fighter, but I look square at you and I know I will win this match. It’s not because you’re lesser than me in talent or any other area that we’re far more equals. It’s because of how much I want to be champion. You say you’re motivated, but you have yet to see the sort of determination that I will display for you in this match. I will win this match because of the heart and will I show during it. And there will nothing to be ashamed of on your part.
 
What you show me each and every time out is the message from someone who didn’t think before they spoke, Miss Lopez. It’s easy to get lost in your words with a furrowed brow and a look of confusion, attempting to understand how you draw the conclusions you do, and whether or not you truly understand you to convey your thoughts. I know this, you won’t be able to convey these thoughts of yours into actions in the ring. Your destiny in this match, Ariana, is to lose. So if I’m to understand any of the force fed bullshit that you are trying to spin this time, it’s that you believe my reputation has been built on beating the new girls? That’s all you think I’ve done here over the past several months? If I’m wrong than so be it, but I can only guess from the poorly constructed words you chose to string together. You prefer to accuse me of being a one-trick pony of sorts, sticking with the same angle every time. You practically begged me to stop mentioning you ex last time, and so I did. But you then come at me with the same “facts” that you did before. You spit this “truth” about me being simple minded in a poor attempt to appear consistent. You have achieved that in one way or another. You have been consistently annoying this week. You clearly don’t understand what it’s like for your opponents to have to decipher what it is you’re saying. It’s not because you’re so much more intelligent than all of them. Not hardly. It’s because you seem to speak in code, missing the mark so often that it is you who clearly comes across as the simple minded one. And then you pretend invincibility is your shield. It doesn’t matter what we say or do to you, is that right Ariana? You are set in the belief that it is your destiny to fight Haruna for the Specialists Title, and there is nothing that can stop you. You fail to realize that while you were taking your break and “finding yourself,” there are those of us who did just fine finding themselves while continuing to fight matches. We were improving not by hiding, but by fighting. It’s quite a novel concept really. You might not understand the idea that practicing your craft can actually make you better at it. I’m not sure how simple your mind is, or how simple I’m supposed to believe you are. That’s just it. It’s not that you’re simple minded, necessarily, it’s that you’re just simple. You’re just average and there isn’t anything special about you. Whatever luster you once built up in this company, you lost it. You let it fade away while the new girls you love to hate showed up and started to make this division ours.
 
Why was management so unsure of how to deal with you? Why were you so tough to book? Is it because there were new faces in the crowd they began to prefer more than you? The answer is most likely yes. Please explain to me why you are immune from having your opponents analyze your past? After all, you’ve done so little lately, that all we can do is look at your past. All anyone in this match can really know about you is what you’ve told us. You think you are the perfect winner for this match because of Haruna, you weren’t booked but you should have been and people that aren’t you apparently have simple minds. But you have taken so much crap, huh? You act like I am coming at you like some sort of bully this week. Call me a broken record all you want, but it is you who can’t get past saying the same things to me over and over. You started this after all, and I just came in to finish it. You aren’t being buried by management. You’re being buried by the influx of talent that is better than you. You’re being buried by yourself. I’ve given you plenty to talk about this week, but you haven’t really had all that much to say. How funny that I’ve given you a headache when your tirades were invented to induce headaches for the masses. You aren’t going to win this match, you can be absolutely sure of that. Your destiny is to lose and to reclaim your spot at the back of the line. Thanks for playing this week, but you are the last one that will be earning this No. 1 contender spot.
 
One person that’s been tough for all of us to judge this week has been you, Serena. Your focus has been primarily focused on Ariana from the get-go. I can see that it’s your intention to take her out in this match. Hey, feel free darling. No skin off my back. You see, Aria and I know exactly how much Ariana hates us. She’s made that clear all week. She makes weak attempts to appear as if she’s unbeatable. She has no flaws, just ask her. That woman is perfect and nothing can stop her. She acts as if we’re three doe in the woods and she is a bear. You are making strides and everyone can see that. Maybe this isn’t your times just yet. I know how much you’ll be disappointed by your first loss. You see, unlike you, I couldn’t say I was undefeated that early in my career. They were so impressed by me early that they started putting me in huge spots, routinely. That’s why I’m so battle-tested now, and you’ll get there, too. Bigger and better matches will come for you, like this one. But this just isn’t your time, yet. One loss won’t end your career, and you’d be wise to take the approach that Aria and I have so clearly set out for you throughout this week. Take everything that happens to you and learn from it. Know that not every vixen around here is just a malicious bitch. But accept that the best are consistently competitive, and they won’t let their guard down for anyone.
 
Unfortunately, that will be the reason you don’t walk into Showdown and leave with the No. 1 contender status. It’s the same reason why Ariana’s motivations won’t be good enough to ensure her a win in this match either. Neither of you could possibly be as motivated as Aria or I, and while she believes she will be the clear winner, she will be terribly mistaken. This isn’t exactly about me making up for anything on Redemption. So I didn’t win? So what. Here I am a week later with a chance to get right back into a match for that title. Can the other six Vixens in that match say the same? Aria you make sure after this match you take what happened and you learn from it. Serena, the same goes for you. Ariana, I don’t even know what you do anymore. It’s my turn to take my shot at what I want, and I won’t let anyone or anything stop me. After Showdown, Cailin Dillon will be the No. 1 contender for the Specialists title.
 
Get ready, Haruna.

Now... I sit here, expecting to have taken the wrestling world by storm. It is only professional wrestling, after all. I sit here and try to fathom why, oh why, why does another dream seem to be crumbling around my feet.

You stand here and look at me and see the same Calvin you saw last week. But there is no perfection here. There is no excellence. Just another broken dream and an empty shell left wondering what the hell is wrong with me. Now, all you see is Calvin bloody Lewis... the professional wrestler."



That is what my life has been reduced to?
Calvin Lewis is pathetic. He deserves nothing and he will be given nothing."





"A rich, pompous jerk with an ego bigger than mine.” His fists have clenched and he stands up, causing the interviewer to back away slightly. Calvin’s eyes burn wildly, as the usually easy-going footballer’s demeanour changes entirely. He speaks like a man possessed, the level of rage showing through him not yet seen in the halls of EAW. “A fast talking, arrogant prick who has no idea what I am truly capable of. He will though, when I crush his bones between my bare hands. He will remember my name, he will never forget me. My name will be forever etched in his mind by the time I finish ramming that title belt through his skull.”



I respect any man who comes out swinging, not caring about who he faces. I respect any man confident enough to put his money, his title where his mouth is. And TLA does just that. He is a fighting champion, widely touted as the future of EAW. His is a bandwagon worthy of jumping on.

I am the underdog in this fight, TLA knows how that feels. As I begin to piece my life back together, I look up at the man that once stood in my place… the underdog and I see what he has become; a man that has everything. A thriving business, a beautiful woman hanging off his arm, the New Age title. He is a made man. Calvin Lewis is a man who is still making something of himself, and as TLA will respect, the best way to make that name is to take out the big dog. I have fought hard for everything I have achieved in life. I know what hard work is. I haven’t simply wandered into family money, sided with a Cartel and sweet-talked my way into millions. I have earned every ounce of self-confidence and respect through hard work and dedication. And I will not have a few speed bumps derail me. 

Calvin Lewis is here to stay. Calvin Lewis is a wounded animal, and animals are most dangerous when they are wounded. TLA… You have nothing to gain by beating me and everything to lose. I have nothing to lose and everything to gain; that will only make me push that much harder and go that much further to beat you, because victory means so much more to me than you simply putting away another rookie.”

As he has talked, his voice has risen in passion and confidence. The calm blue light that had soaked the scene for the most part, except for a few moments of rage, continues to shine. However, the angry red light also shines, creating an array of red, blue and purple shadows and effects over the room. Both the blue and the red together seem to blend together perfectly.


Last week, you saw the happy-go-lucky Calvin Lewis, the competitor, the sportsman. You saw the calm, cool and collected man that reads the playbook and executes the plays. Up until now, Dynasty has only seen the football player in me parading as a wrestler. That has been my error.

But Calvin Lewis learns from his mistakes. I will not be so transparent this week. I will come at you faster, hit harder and be perfectly ruthless. This week, TLA can expect to see a different side of perfection, the darker side. He can expect all of this pain and frustration to be unleashed on him. There is a demon inside me, screaming and trying to break free. If Calvin Lewis is going to rise to the top of the EAW mountain, he is going to have to harness that demon… control the animal within. 

I have come to realise that Calvin Lewis is not quite perfection… not yet. Perfection is my goal; excellence is my target. Defeating TLA is my only way to get myself back on that path, the path of perfection.”

Calvin Lewis stands, the Epitome of Excellence turning directly towards the camera as if addressing TLA directly. 


Expect… a new and improved Calvin Lewis.”

PAIN FOR PRIDE PROMO #5

Looking at the competitors in this battle royal, I can't help but think that come Pain for Pride, I'm going to be stepping in the ring with a group of terrible liars. Just listening to what a few of them have said recently, it's clear to me that they don't even buy in to their own stock. They talk and they talk and yet there's still no substance to anything they say. I'm sure that everyone outside of this match that's listen, just like me, is asking them "why?". If these guys are so talented and so absolutely going to win this match, why can't they give me the pleasure of hearing a valid reason as to why? It's a simple request and a simple question. Do you know why they've failed to answer? It's because no matter how many times you go back and forth with them, telling them that they're poor liars, they won't give in. They won't admit defeat. They know that if they admit defeat, they've got no chance. Without that tiny little bit of doubt in my mind, they're not sure if they can beat me. So they continue to lie to me, the only problem is... they're failing, miserably. Even with their experience both in and outside of EAW, they still don't know how to be convincing. They've done such a poor job that even those that have been around just as long as them, some not even, have turned on them like a flick of a switch. No longer am I the main focus. Most of my opponents? They've tried their best to outwit me, to outsmart me, to find the strings that hold me up like I'm some kind of puppet for RAGNAROK.

There are no strings on me.

Every time that I've come out here and spoke, I've done anything but lie. Everything that I've said up until this point has been honest and that won't change. I don't need to lie to any of the Elitists here because my track record speaks for itself. I'd gone out to the ring and done what many others couldn't. When Norman Hellion couldn't defeat Vic Vendetta, I did. When Scott Oasis couldn't defeat Zach Genesis, I did. When Terry Chambers, Chris Elite, Vic Vendetta and everyone else in this match can't win the 24/7 contract... I will. It's as simple as that and pretty soon it's something you'll all have to accept.

One of those men is someone I have a very big problem with: Terry Chambers.

Terry, I'm sure you're thinking the reasoning for me having such a big problem with you is because you're oh so much better than me, right? Or maybe it's because you're not just some pretty boy poster child, right? WRONG. You don't have shit on me. You never have and you never will. I think you might want to get your nose checked out because I don't fear you AT ALL. Maybe if you weren't so moronic, you'd be able to get your head out of your ass and realise that I've been mocking you this whole time. I think you're the most laughable competitor in this match and that's say a lot because A-Will's in this match and I'm pretty sure his only win for the whole of 2015 has been by disqualificiation. You're a joke, Terry, and the sooner you realise that the sooner you'll realise you don't have what it takes to step foot in an EAW ring with real Elitists. Until then, it'll be fun embarrassing you in front of all these Pain for Pride fans. As far as you finish the top of your class goes, come on. I've already made it clear that you're a terrible liar, Terry. How am I supposed to believe that I man who can't even think when he speaks can think well enough to reach the top of his class? SERIOUSLY? For someone who's allegedly been around in this business for over fourteen years, you talk like you're fresher off the block than most of the rookies here. I know what it'd take to reach the top of any class and it's a fucking mile away from anything that you're capable of. Maybe top of your class in Physical Education... but that's all you do. I've got no problem with guys who go out to the gym every morning to get in a good exercise. My issue is that that's ALL YOU DO. You think that just because you're the strongest here, you've got the right to call yourself the best. But what would I know, right? I'm just some pretty boy from California. I couldn't possibly know anything about wrestling! You know, despite everything I've accomplished, I'm still a talentless hack! I mean, it must be true if the almighty Terry Chambers tells me it is! Yeah no. This whole time, the reason I've had to list my accomplishments to you isn't to brag. I don't need to because I've got nothing to prove to you but if someone dares question my ability, you better damn well know I'm going to prove them wrong. You may as well have straight up ASKED for me to list my accomplishments with how badly you were trying to get me to and now you accuse me of bragging? Ha. Yeah, not going to work on me, Terry. Sorry about that. I'm not going to get mad, especially when I'm facing someone at a level as low as yours. I'm not going to bother lowering myself and getting in some heated argument. Maybe if you weren't so busy mocking others and actually improved yourself since you were last here, I'd consider you a legitimate threat. Putting me through a table after the match is already over? That doesn't make you a threat. I've dealt with people who need to try and injure their opponents to win all the time. It's  shame you failed in actually doing any permanent damage though, isn't it? It's pretty obvious you were mad, Terry. In fact, you seemed pretty pissed earlier when you were talking. For such a vetered and supposedly accomplished competitor, you sure don't handle criticism. Then again, I suppose it's worse when it's true. When someone actually knows your weaknesses, it hurts you a little bit inside. That's because just like all of those before you, you know you're defeated. Proof of this is all the little shots you've been taking at me. The problem with all those shots is that you've contradicted yourself not once but twice. I'm a pretty boy? Fine, you've already told me that. I'm not even going to bother arguing that since you refuse to listen. Then you go ahead and tell me that I don't work out? There's our first contradiction. So I'm a pretty boy and I DON'T work out? This just gets more ridiculous by the second. Then you go ahead and tell me that I was apparently some "football jock". First I'm a pretty boy, next I don't work out and now I'm some high school athlete? SERIOUSLY? Oh dear... Oh dear indeed... You're just looking for anything you can find aren't you, Terry? You're just embarrassing yourself by trying to get to me. Nobody else could so why do you think you'd be any different? Of all of the people that have attacked me so far, you've made the most ridiculous claims of all. Do you seriously think that if I was such a lackluster competitor, I'd be taking guys to their limits, beating some of the top stars? Just keep trying, Terry. Maybe, just maybe, you might be able to put your money where your mouth is and beat me but that match won't be at Pain for Pride.

As for Chris Elite, you're like that older brother that everyone hates. We're watching TV and you realise that your show has finished. When I want to change the channel, you tell me "No.". So I go ahead and ask why. All you do is say "because I said so.". You've got no reason for me not to change the channel. Like I said, your show's over and we're stuck watching commercials. You just want your way but guess what? The TV remote is on my side of the couch and I'm going to grab it before you can even reach over to get it. I'm taking what you need most and I'm changing the channel over to my show. You can't always have your way, Chris, and this is one of those moments. See, this situation that we've found ourselves in right now couldn't be more similar. Just like the older brother won't give a valid reason not to change the channel, you've not given me a valid reason as to why you're a changed man. The brother can say that he likes this show coming on next but we all know he's never been a fan of "New Girl". I know you've always been cocky, Chris. You've failed to actually tell me what's changed. You talk about this "old chump Chris Elite" like he's not the same Chris Elite standing in front of the camera in 2015. What's the real reason you think you're going to win this? If you're not the same guy you were a year ago, tell me. I want more than just being hungrier. Anyone can claim they're hungrier. There's no way of measuring it, nor does it mean that you're better than you were before.

You've proven nothing.

The next thing I want get to, though, are these next few sentences

"You are going to need a gun if you think you are going to take me down so easy. Wanna know why? Because it won't be easy..."

So what you're saying is that if I want to take you down easily, it won't be easy? I'm sorry Chris but if you were wearing a mask when you said that, I wouldn't have been able to tell the difference between you and El Landerson. On a more serious note, I guess I need to re-explain something to you, Chris.

They say that most dangerous men in the world are those who have nothing left to lose. People like you. You can come back every year and if you lose, that's absolutely fine for you since you don't lose anything. This is why I disagree. I have everything to lose coming in to this match. If I don't win, everything that I've done in the past will mean nothing and I'll become nothing more than the butt of every joke. For those that don't believe me, just look at Eddie Mack. He was one of Showdown's top rising stars. He'd won Cash in the Vault. He had EVERYTHING GOING FOR HIM... until one fateful night when he decided to cash in on Y2Impact.

Eddie Mack lost everything.

I don't want that happening to me and I'm not going to let itl. With all of RAGNAROK watching, the pressure is even higher. I know I have to do this by myself, Chris. Why do you think I've made such a big deal out of it? I'm not someone who likes to back on his word so don't expect me to be calling them out at any point during this match. This is about me and only me. The 24/7 is MY show and I'm going to win it. I've faced and defeated much better competitors than you, Chris, and I'll continue to do so for the rest of my EAW career. Unlike you, I actually have the evidence to show these people that I'm not talking out of my ass. I've made myself a career already in the year that I've been here and by Pain for Pride 9 I'll have made an even bigger one. This is the end of one journey and the beginning of another. THIS IS PAIN FOR PRIDE. This is the one show that everyone in EAW should be taking seriously if none else. That's something that, for the past few years, you've not been able to do. You've treated this 24/7 Battle Royal like it's just some opportunity and you prove that's all you think by not being able to stick around when you lose. You don't take this as seriously as you should. That's one of the many reasons why you fail. I know when you lose this, you won't stick around, just like before. That's the problem with you. You can't make a commitment. You can't commit yourself to EAW and it's fans and you certainly can't make a commitment to this battle royal. You can argue over the truth of that all you like but the evidence stands... and you've just been found guilty.

As for everyone else that's decided to keep quiet about me recently, you're smart not to try and vilify me. Truly, you are... but don't think I've forgotten about any of you. There are over a dozen men in this match and I've only just spoken about two of them. That doesn't mean you can catch me off guard come Pain for Pride weekend. I already know that I'm everyone's main target. I am the favourite after all but because of that, I'm actually NOT the favourite. Do you see what I mean? I half-expect a lot of you to group up on me but all that'll prove is that I'm the major threat. Despite everything that's been said, you all know that I'm the guy you need to get rid of but that doesn't change the fact that I won't be going anywhere. See, all of you coming for me is just going to make it even easier to knock you down and out of that ring. On paper, I may be the one Elitist miles ahead of the rest since I'm the favourite but in reality, you're all coming after me. In that ring, the odds are stacked against me once more and that's how I worked best which I guess means that your strategies won't work. Stacking the odds against me will just make me work even harder to win the 24/7 Battle Royal. Even if you don't, you'd all still be digging your own graves. Come for me one on one and I'll happily see you to the outside of the ring. I'm not bothered in the slightest by who you are. You could be a powerhouse like Terry Chambers or it could be an ultimate underdog like Aurora Rose. It makes no difference to me who you are because I need to win this. I need to keep what little legacy I have intact and bring my A-Game regardless of who I'm facing. That's a lot of pressure on me but like I said, I work at my best when the odds are stacked against me. I won't be cracking under any pressure...

But come this weekend at Pain for Pride, I'm sure the rest of you will be. When you do, I'll be right there to throw each and every one of you over that top rope.

TICK TOCK. TIME'S RUNNING OUT.