OOC Note: This is only a character development promo, written with @Ariana Lopez

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Ariana's head was filled with thoughts as she walked along the street heading to Haruna's apartment. The words and thoughts that crossed her mind were hard to form. This girl she had met, this cute little Japanese girl had drawn Ariana's eyes. She had captured the Latin Goddess to no end and Ariana wanted her to know it. With heels clicking of Ariana's black strapped sandals she continued upon her path determined. Her heart and stomach a flutter, the feeling of knots within them. A confession was to come from her painted lips and she didn't know how it would be taken. Ariana stopped finally making it to the door of Haruna's building. Opening up right before going in she drew in a soft breath only time would tell what outcome would happen. Love or hate, it was going to be found out. Then the scene opened in Haruna's apartment when we see her sitting alone at the coach without Jade, her room mate.

Haruna Sakazaki: waah~ Jade is gone for her WMW training, and I have no match this week, it's so lazy to be in Dortmund right now. I don't want to do anything~ aree?

Suddenly her room bell ringing, Haruna approaches the door and about to open it to see who is it going to be, her guest right now is kinda shocking to her.

Haruna Sakazaki: M-M-Miss...... Miss Lopez??

Ariana looks to Haruna with a smile upon her lips before entering slowly.

Ariana Lopez: Sorry to just drop by Haruna I had to see you. 

Haruna Sakazaki: Aah, it's okay.... please come in! 

Ariana then finally enters and while she takes off her boots, Haruna closes the door and lead her to the living room

Haruna Sakazaki: I'm sorry my flat is so small compared to yours.

Ariana Lopez: Aah, it's fine, looks so cozy and comfy to me.

Haruna Sakazaki: So, why did you come here so sudden? What happened?

Ariana Lopez: Nothing, Haruna..... I've just noticed you seeming a little distant right now. I figured you would be here probably just thinking. I wanted to let you know that me and Tarah's match had nothing to do with you. I just didn't have my best that night.

Ariana would stood before Haruna waiting to see what she had to say.

Ariana Lopez: Do you understand that? It wasn't your fault.

Haruna Sakazaki: I...... But, Tarah gives message to me by destroying you. I have a guilty feeling about this. I was hoping you are alright, honestly. and you know..... I am worrying about you. I want to go to your place, but I'm afraid you'll be mad at me. Sorry to drag my personal problem to you.

Haruna is not even able to look at Ariana in the eyes because of her guilty feeling.

Ariana Lopez: Haruna don't worry about Tarah using me as a message if I have my way about it I am not done with her. The fact is it wasn't one of my better nights. But right now that isn't the issue. You and I are. You wanted to do a tag team that is fine, you wanted to do business but we both know that we go beyond business. You are my friend too..maybe..more..

Ariana would move a hand out and lifted Haruna's chin upward. Ariana smiled softly with her ruby red lips. Haruna feels so nervous as Ariana can feel her body shaking when her soft feminine hands reach her chin.


Haruna Sakazaki: Eeh? More than..... friends? wh-what do you mean?

Ariana would move a little closer making sure to keep Haruna's chin in her hand so her gaze was not averted.

Ariana Lopez: Don't tell me you haven't thought otherwise. I saw you the first time you came to my place. I saw the way you looked at me, and I want to give you my full attention because I like you Haruna...I really do...

Haruna is finally see Ariana into the eyes and look at how sincere her feeling was.

Haruna Sakazaki: I..... I like you too, Miss Lopez...... but you are a perfect figure to me..... I am not even deserved to be on your side. I am not worthy to be your friend. I- I don't know..... I just feel that way.

Ariana seemed to smile softly and leaned forward.

Ariana Lopez: Little Haruna you are absolutely beautiful. You are cute beyond measure and I like you more than just as my friend. You are too sweet, too tender to my eyes to pass up.

Ariana would then part her ruby red lips softly touching the lips of Haruna with her's. Ariana closed her eyes letting her lips mesh softly with Haruna's.

Haruna Sakazaki: E-eeh? Ariana..... mmmhh.....

Haruna seems shocked a bit with that sudden move. She seems hesitated and about to reject that kiss but Ariana doesn't let go off her warm lips do her job. Time after time, the warmness of her lips slowly melting Haruna's body as her nervous body somehow relaxed and slowly accepting the touch of the Latin Goddess. Haruna slowly rounds her hands around Ariana's waist and both of them slowly falls to the nearby sofa as both of them passionately make out.

"I wonder to myself.... what is happening right now? I can't even control my body everytime Ariana touches my body. Her love feeling she gives is too strong I can't even handle it. What is this, is Ariana really love me so much? Every kiss, every touch she gives feels so pleasurable. My denial turns into the sense of passion time after time. Should I open my heart to her? no, she already tell me to open my heart for her and I can't resist. Ariana.... this is.... too much..... I am losing my free will and you are already control me so I am now belong to you."

Few hours later, both Haruna and Ariana are already move to Haruna's queen size bed, both of them wear nothing and only cover their body with a blanket. We see Haruna falls on Ariana's top, wrapping her hand to Ariana's body.

Haruna Sakazaki: Ariana..... That was...... Wonderful. I never thought I want to do it with you. I mean, you are a perfect figure of a woman. You must be all attention to those men out there..... then why? why me, Ariana? you gave me everything and you seem doing it with love and no hesitation.

Ariana Lopez: Like I said, Haruna! That's because I love you..... do you believe that love is a beautiful thing, no matter the circumstances is? That is what I feel when I close to you. I love you more than anyone in this world. I want you to be mine, Haruna! and in return, I will give you my everything, I mean, yes, EVERYTHING i've got to you.... do you love me, Haruna?

Haruna Sakazaki: I..... I.....

Haruna seems nervous and shaking again as Ariana can only look at Haruna with a giggle.

Ariana Lopez: hehe.... you are so cute when you are nervous. don't worry, sweetheart. You don't need to give me an answer yet. Tell me your feeling when you are ready.

After a few silence seconds, Haruna finally say something.

Haruna Sakazaki: Y-yes, Ariana..... I love you too...... I'm just too scared to confess it because I hate to be rejected, especially by a perfect woman like you.

Ariana Lopez: Don't be scared to confess it. Love shouldn't hide no matter race, age, or gender. Love is beautiful in form and it is as beautiful as both of us. Yes we are not the most conventional couple and I have loved you since you stepped through my apartment door. That innocence that you bring, that beauty of your culture and how you love so much as I do. I am a geek, a nerd underneath these looks. I am drawn to you for more reasons than I can explain right now.

Ariana leans over and kisses the nape of Haruna's neck then backs up a bit putting an arm around her waist.

Ariana Lopez: The love we have won't be taken for granted and what we do doesn't matter as long as we support one another. I have nothing to hide from you because you have nothing to hide from me. My life is as open to you as I am. Beyond that I love you because you never stop amazing me every little thing that you do. It is simple Haruna you are my Haru-Chan and I your Ari-Chan.


Haruna smiles a bit as Ariana goes for a last kiss to her lips with cuddle before they closes their eyes and go to sleep.

*Dr. Eddie Hawke is sitting in his office, as still as a hippie at a gun show. He looks at his watch, and frowns slightly*

Dr. Hawke: Oh well. Probably too late for me to say anything now.

*The feed fades to black*

The grand finale before the grand rampage. I know, I know, I said that the last one was my last one, but I can’t resist. Let’s face it Jamie; you respect me and I respect you. We’ve both worked too long and too hard this week to not have that mutual understanding that we truly both want the title. Regardless, I am more deserving of the New Breed title and nothing is going to change that. Yes, you are a detriment to the title. You know that you're better than the title, and even I would be fool to disagree with that. Your detriment is that you're holding an entire division back. All the New Breed talent that comes into the ERAWness to go through you at some point or another yet all you do is hold them back. How many superstars have you made leave after facing you? You've bullied this division for the past eight months but here is where the New Breed  needs a hero. This is where the New Breed needs STARKMAN. Here's the difference between Stark/STARKMAN and the other challengers you've faced. They fought because they wanted the power and spotlight. I fight to redefine the championship. I'm Fighting to redefine the new breed division. It's been a long eight months with O'Hara as champion, but  now the man quivers in fear knowing that his time is up. We're less than 24 hours away now my friend. Say your last words to your championship, hold it one last time, because you're not going to have that title the next night. This is the biggest match of my five year career. I've gone through too much to lose now...

You bring up Pain for Pride and I think it's a given that we're both going to be there in some capacity. I plan on defending the title I'm going to WIN tomorrow. As for you? You'll get to move up. Who knows what you'll be challenging for? You know that you can't hold onto the New Breed title. Let's say that you do manage to beat me and Clark. It's not us you hurt so much as the entire division. You said the New Breed title isnt a detriment to you, and you're right. YOU'RE a detriment to the new breed title. You're the reason there is so little card progress from the bottom to the top. At the end of the day, Duncan and I have better things to go to. The same can't be said for the guy debuting in a month who is gonna have to look up and see Jamie O'Hara, the not so new New Breed champion. You aren't just a detriment to the division, but a detriment to the EAW. Future talent can't be scouted if they need to deal with a guy who takes pride in sending new talents packing home. I'm not going to be that kind of champion. My goal is to show the world that Stark is GOOD. And to do that, all I need do is win the title and add some prestige to it. I don't need to be simple minded like you, proving my worth by putting others down. I can show the world on my own merit that Stark is ready to become something. I wish talent alone could do that but the EAW is a fascist regime where titles mean everything. That's why Jamie and I are going through all these hoops for the title at the bottom of the barrel. It's the ticket to the top of the ladder.

I don't care about what great competitors you've faced, it doesn't mean anything if you can't beat them. You don't get it, do you? Youre filler. You were filler in the reckless wiring poll. Filler in the chamber. And originally you were the filler in the feud between Stark and Clark, though the gears have shifted now as Duncan assumes that third wheel spot. There's been one constant in this story and that's Stark. This is my narrative, my book, my story to tell. This match came to my fruition after MY WIN at Reasonable Doubt. And this story ends when I WIN the new breed title. The tragic hero slays the mighty beast. You may not fear me, but you sure as hell fear the concept of finally having an equal. I'm telling you, I will bring a level of legitimacy and prestige to the New Breed title that has never been seen before. You should be glad in that regard, that I'll manage to reserve all the damage you've done to this title. Everything you've said you did with this title, I'll do better. I won't settle for filler talent. I'll be a god damned titan. I'll face the World Champion, and I'll face all the top guys too. I'll have meaningful feuds, not insignificant defenses. I'll hold this title like my life depends on it, MY LIFE, not your ego which you so dearly love. That's the difference. You're a paper champion who wants the belt because it makes you feel relevant. I have the heart of a REAL CHAMPION! No one believes that and it frustrates me so much. Everyone else, like Duncan, gets these opportunities given to them for free. I HAD TO FIGHT AND CLAW BUT NO ONE ELSE RECOGNIZES IT AND NO ONE ELSE WANTS TO ADMIT THAT STARK IS THE FUTURE!!!

I'll change everyone's damn mind. I'll prove everyone wrong. I'll beat Jamie O'Hara. I'll beat Jamie O'Hara... Make fun of me. Call me names. Extend me your mocking sarcastic apologies. It's okay.

The only thing you'll rue tomorrow is the fact you didn't take me seriously. You've done nothing but make me sound like absolute crap all week. That just makes it all the more sweeter when I beat you.

I'm winning the New Breed title. And I'm going to change the game for good.

Stark is the future.

And the future begins TOMORROW.

::The scene opens to Jordan Ciserano sitting alone at a plain wooden table. He is wearing a plain black hoodie with the hood up trying to hide his face. He looks up at the camera with stone cold eyes staring deep into the lens before looking back down slipping on his classic Ray-Bay sunglasses not wanting anybody to see him. He puts his face into his palms, then out of nowhere he lifts his head up in a quick action almost like he is snapping into character.::

Hello everybody, how are you doing because I am feeling determined today let me tell you. Because in a shocking change of events it seems that Death by Velocity is getting something that they deserved, they are getting something that has been owed to them since the day that they walked through the doors of EAW as a fresh new tag team. And that of course is a tag title shot itself. Now this is one of those instances where you are asking yourself how this has happened after it seemed that it was the New Monarchy versus the Savage Ryan’s, well let’s just say that one event changed that.

::He holds up a big one with his index finger moving the hood from his hair still looking at the table.::

That event of course was Caliban and I wiping the floor with the New Monarchy, completely wiping them out making it so EAW HAD to give us a title shot so that we wouldn’t do the same thing illegally at Grand Rampage. That match, man that match was a fun one… it was a match that showed what Death By Velocity can do in EAW for years and years to come and that is to walk in, kick ass, and walk out like nothing happened at all. Something that we have been getting pretty good at and this match was no exception.

::Jordan takes his sunglasses off knowing that his eyes are now filled with a bit more life than his former tired self.::

Caliban and I walked out with one thing on our minds and that was to show up and to kick ass and that is exactly what we did from the start of the match using our chemistry to take those blokes down with as many double moves as we know. After the feeling out processes we took full control of the match knocking them down as quick as we could in the most devastating ways that we could, ultimately giving us the one two three and the win.

::Jordan slaps the count on the table shaking it around before stopping with a huge smile.::

Normally that would be enough, Death By Velocity proved their point by crushing their opponents, we proved that we are the best tag team, and usually that would be it. But EAW in one of its smartest decisions yet decides to give us a chance at Grand Rampage Eight for the tag titles in a three way tag match against the team we beat last week, and the team that we have been wanting to beat for weeks in the Savage Ryan’s. Beat as in a match though… I think you all saw what we did to them outside of a match.

::Jordan smirks at the camera knowing exactly what he and Caliban did to the Savage Ryan's on several occasions.::

With this announcement, Caliban and I kicked it into overdrive. We started working harder, working faster, working on moves that are too dangerous for any other situation. We made sure that we know that we have the advantage in every situation that could spring up in this match, because we know that in a three way tag match anything could happen. From tables, to steel chairs, to ladders, to Spanish announce tables, anything and everything is legal. So from the second that that announcement was given, Caliban and I started preparing for the match of a lifetime.

::He nods to the camera.::

But I know what you are thinking “Sure you can prepare for your enemies, but when it comes to a title match there is no chance in hell that you can defeat the Savage Ryan’s.” Yes I know these two sons of bitches are the toughest guys to beat in the entire business with more skill than anyone else it seems, so we are just going to have to go into this match with as much intensity as we did with our match against the Monarchy, and when we laid them out multiple times after their matches.

::Jordan slaps his hand hard of his other making a loud cracking noise that echos around the room.::

I know some people call that type of action cowardly, attacking tired men after their match had concluded. But I simply call it taking advantage of a situation, sure we may be called cowards, but in the end due to the damage that we gave them, we have more of a chance than ever to take these guys down. What those “attacks” which I would rather call “notable beatings” did for us is gave us a weak point on these two. It gave us a vision on where we need to hit them the hardest so that they will fall, crash and burn in the center of the ring giving us the win. Sure this time they will be fully aware of what is happening and they will be as rested as they can be, but we still will know that it isn’t impossible to knock them down.

And if you think that even that isn’t enough to take those two down, you better believe that we are still madder than hell about them costing me MY Pure Championship, costing them MY opportunity at greatness. Well right now opportunity knocks boys, and it is knocking at your door. Expect I am not knocking at that door, I AM KICKING IT DOWN! I have had it with waiting to face you guy’s mano y mano. I have had it with having to wait for my opportunity to get my hands on you two jack asses. So now that it is FINALLY coming to me I am not going to pass it up, I am bringing my A-game to beat them down.

::Jordan nods to the camera in confirmation that he is going to nearly kill both teams in order to get the tag team championship.::

Even with the Savage Ryan’s gone; there is still your “number one contenders” of the New Monarchy. And if last match didn’t show you that we can take these boys down with no effort at all take this in. Now that we have faced these guys once, we know what they have; we know their moves and their strengths. Death By Velocity even knows when they are going to use their greatest weapons. And before you say that that isn’t possible… you should just look at some of our other matches with any and I mean ANY other tag team and you will see that Death By Velocity has done this many times with great success.

I know that we can take both of these teams down as long as we do what we do best. Taking this match like every other, and beating our opponents down with intensity that the crowd won’t be able to handle. If our beating was a movie, it would be rated R for violence and graphic imagery. Because once we get the advantage in this match, and it’s only inevitable that we do we won’t let up until these two teams are laying face first on the mat with a crimson mask of blood on.

::Jordan puts his hand around his face, and says "there will be blood" to the camera that closes in on him.::

This match will be a game changer for Death By Velocity, and a game changer for EAW as a whole. We have finally, and I mean FINALLY got our opportunity to make this team immortal in the record books, so Death By Velocity certainly will not pass it up. The Tag Titles will be ours.  Best of Luck Mates.

::Jordan flashing his hood back up, putting the sunglasses back on going out of character and into a more focused state then before. You hear him take a deep breath as he whispers "it's time" while the camera does what it always does fading to black.::

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Interviewer: Carlos, before you qualified for the Grand Rampage you were on a bit of a losing streak. There were many fans and pundits who considered your entry into the Grand Rampage in doubt. Was that any sort of motivation for qualification? 

Carlos: A little certainly. This is my fourth adventure into the Grand Rampage. While I haven’t achieved the ultimate success and won the thing I have been involved in it many times. I refused to be involved in this company, healthier than ever, and allow myself a chance to compete for this opportunity. 

Interviewer: Now that you are in the field of 30, how do you fancy your chances?

Carlos: As good as anyone else’s I have to say. There are plenty of guys from the Dynasty Roster alone who will be formidable opponents. TLA, Tiberius, Montell, and others. At the same time, those guys all have to deal with me too. You don’t have to be bigger, smarter, faster or luckier to throw someone out over the top rope. All you have to do is grab them and throw them out. There’s no rocket science, nothing supernatural to it. Any one of us in the match can win. That, as silly is this going to sound, is a reason for the optimism I feel as well as the understanding that I can very much come up short in this.

Interviewer: What do you think of the field? Is there anyone who stands out to you? 

Carlos: Guys like Ventura and Montell who have been there before, the guys who have won this thing and all the former World Champions in EAW are people who I think deserve a little extra attention. Guys like Jamie O”Hara and This Pizza Guy who’s real name I don’t know, the newer guys who have been impressive of late. My former tag team partner GI who looks as fit as ever. There’s no clear cut favorite to me, but there are a lot of potential dark horse winners.

Interviewer: Have you changed your regimen to prepare for the event?

Carlos: Not at all. I’ve spent my time off employing endurance training to prepare for Iron Man Matches and matches that the Grand Rampage that may require a lot of stamina. There’s no real need to change anything up or deviate from that if I’m already training at an extraordinary level.  

Interviewer: We mentioned your losing streak earlier, but you’re currently on an unbeaten streak where you have not been beaten in three weeks. The singles win to qualify for the GR by beating Maxwell Dachs, the no decision with Dedede that ended with a brawl between the tag champions and their challengers as well as the tag team match where you and TLA formed a functional team long enough to best Donny Diamond and Montell Smooth. Did these wins help get your confidence up going into the event?

Carlos: In terms of being able to compete yeah, but in terms of winning the Grand Rampage, not really. It’s a thirty man prizefight. There’s nothing that you can go through in a match with 1-4 opponents and partners that can prepare you for how grueling this match can be. There is not a damn event like it. It felt good to get the taste of losing out of my mouth, but I consider it like preseason and the playoffs. Just because you win a few games in the preseason doesn’t guarantee a playoff victory. It just doesn’t work like that in our sport or any sport in the world. 

Interviewer: IF you somehow win the event, is there any World Champion that you would like to challenge? 

Carlos: There are a few guys that I think are automatically in my thoughts. Tyler Parker OR Lucian Black would be very much on my radar obviously. If Charlie Scene wins his championship match and I’m fortunate enough to win the Grand Rampage, I would consider him. My history with him goes back a long time before he even went to prison. I have no disrespect towards him but the hype for that potential championship match would be gigantic. 

Interviewer: You mentioned Tyler and Lucian Black. Many EAW fans already know your history with Tyler goes back to your lengthy rivalry with him in both Singles competition where he had most of the success and your tag team bouts, where you and GI Styles had the majority of the success. Why do you have such a problem with Lucian? 

Carlos: Because I don’t like how he’s treating people. I don’t like how he mocks our fans. I don’t like how he set up Tyler to be beaten by Tarah Nova. I think he’s a liar and someone who has no right to be called champion. It would make me sick to my stomach if he were the world champion of a brand I represented and have been a part of as long as I have been on like Dynasty. I think we at least have a National Elite Champion we can respect, I want our World Heavyweight Championship to stay that way as well. Lucian is not a respectable human being in the slightest and it would be a thrill t have an opportunity to face him for that belt if it came to that. I would have plenty of motivation.

Interviewer: When you had to take your injury sabbatical, EAW underwent a transformation from Extreme to Elite. You’ve never really talked much about that change. How do you feel about it and why? 

Carlos: I miss the old Extreme days. That would be a surprise from people who have followed my career, but being Extreme I think made EAW a unique, incredible place. There were a LOT of things that Dynamite Rain said and did that probably wouldn’t be approved of today in EAW. I do have to say though that Elite Rules favor my tastes. I feel that I am  far and away one of the best pure technical wrestlers that EAW has to offer and the current rules and system play into those hands. From a wrestling standpoint, then I love it. But from a creativity, personality, mentality perspective….I feel like the company has honestly stepped backward some. I know that opinion won’t be popular but it is what it is. 

Interviewer: What do you want people to think of Carlos Rosso when the Grand Rampage is over? 

Carlos: I want them to say: Wow, Carlos Rosso fought his ass off! That’s somebody I want to see competing on my favorite show or wrestling for a Championship down the line. I want to send the fans home happy and my haters home pissed off by winning the thing, but if not that, I want to have a respectable performance that’s looked back on with respect. 

Interviewer: Where do you see yourself when it comes time for Pain for Pride? What will Carlos Rosso be doing? 

Carlos: I’ll be wrestling for a World Championship. I don’t know on what brand. I don’t know who my opponent is. I don’t know if I’ll win the Grand Rampage or a tournament or a decision match of some kind to designate me the top contender. For fucks sake I may win the World Heavyweight Championship sometime between now and Pain for Pride. I don’t know how I will do it, but I will do it. That is the only milestone I have not reached in my wrestling career and my career in EAW. I’ve done everything else I want to do, especially in the tag team division. I want to leave no doubt to my status as an all-time great and Hall of Famer. People all over EAW, fans and wrestler alike, seem to think that they can afford to look me over. That they don’t have to pay attention to me. That is going to change, sooner rather than later. 

Interviewer: In the event you do win a major championship, are you planning on retiring?

Carlos: No. Winning a championship alone will not satisfy me. I want to prove a point by being one of the most sensational, fighting and long-reigning champions that EAW has ever seen. I want to do things here that I did in CWF that rival anything done by anyone anywhere. I am a man who has held Championships in four federations at one time without missing a show, without missing an event. I have been a double champion EAW and defended both of my titles and made appearances on several brands when necessary. I have no problem with working hard. I will only retire when I feel that either my body can keep up with the demands of my spirit and mind or when I feel no more challenges exist for me to overcome. You can expect the former before the latter. I will ALWAYS find something to motivate me. No matter if I’m the first one out or the last man standing, I will use whatever happens tomorrow night as the ultimate motivation to push towards the ultimate goal I have. 

Interviewer: Thank you for joining us, Carlos. Best of luck tomorrow in the Grand Rampage.


Carlos: Thank you. I’m looking forward to the great challenge ahead. 

Grand Rampage Promo

Ah,Yes,the Grand Rampage match...

A match that I've been looking forward to ever since I first came to EAW six months ago,and since then a lot has changed.I've ditched my former dead weight of a partner,turned my career around from hitting a dead end to climbing my way up to the top and have already been in some big matches,defeating some big names in the company.No match that I've ever been in has as much on the line nor has been as big as the Grand Rampage match.

I've been at a pretty good win pace so far now that we're almost halfway through the year of 2015,though my last match was tag team loss against Carlos Rosso and TLA which was admittedly one of my more embarrassing losses in all of my career considering one has a nasty case of flaring hemorrhoids and someone who I've already beaten twice and the other is a living and breathing definition of an assclown who acts like he's a damn sex machine.

If anybody should be acting like a damn pornstar around here,then it should be me I mean my long curly blonde hair,my goatee and my rocking body.I mean sure TLA is decent-looking but I mean just look at me! I'm surprised women don't just cream their damn pants when they see me or men don't just fume with jealously.

I'm also looking forward to meeting Christopher Corrupt and GI Styles again,hopefully I'll kick GI's ass again and also looking forward to get some sweet vengeance on Corrupt.Now he's not so damn high and mighty thinking he owns the damn place anymore.My goal is to win the Grand Rampage,there isn't anything I won't try to do to win and I'll use every dirty trick in the book in order to get my shot at the title.I won't let some old rivals keep me from winning.I hope you're ready for a shot at fame...

15 Seconds Of Fame...

15 Seconds And Out I Come...

15 Seconds And Your're Gone...

The hindrance that comes with preparing for Grand Rampage is finally coming to conclusion. Everybody speaking their minds and making their claims as to why the Grand Rampage is their time to begin to walk a path of righteousness is almost over, meaning the real fun can now begin. The majority of those certain to take part in this match have let their voices be heard and they ignorance become known. Some of these individuals have hidden behind a form of camouflage for such a long time to conceal their own ignorance that it's become second hand nature for people to disregard them up until this point. But these individuals always seem to pop up around the Grand Rampage to become relevant before the match itself, and coping with this has become quite bothersome. But that's something that brings joy into this match, even I, and i'm not that bad of a guy, enjoy seeing some of those who became complacent from a small amount of success become eliminated. When a competitors feet touches the floor, one of the most severe form of realizations happen, you realize that you aren't going to main event Pain for Pride like you believed you were when entering the Grand Rampage. Some people get so caught up in the attention, that their common sense gets carried away with the flood of action that transpires during this week, that they begin to bet practically their whole careers on victory and if failure is their result, we are lucky to see them in the ring again. With the amount of hopes of so many placed on this event alone, more than one will suffer losses that shake their very foundation. I am not foolish enough to pin everything on such an unpredictable event, but this works to my advantage as The Holy Brigades are the individuals who utilize things like this very thing to our advantage.

From the fans, to the staff, to the elitist and vixens themselves, Grand Rampage is without a doubt one of the most enjoyable events in EAW. It is with this attention that it becomes obvious how many people disregard us. The Holy Brigades aren't a mere faction that should be joked about in an insulting manner, the members themselves have earned their fair share of respect. But in this environment, to get such a thing would astonish even us. Ventura has been viewed as a flash in the pan for so long, that the mere fact of him enduring the constant ridicule of losing to Liam Catterson that follows him wherever he goes is enough to be deemed worthy of being respected alone. A typical man would retaliate against those who ridicule him, but Ventura has been biding his time, allowing those who do dwell on something that occur nearly 2 years ago to have their fun. But here he stands, at a cross roads, one allowing him to redeem himself for his past failures, and the other leading to a state of obscurity so harrowing that he may not be capable of recovering from. I don't think it'd be crazy to say Ventura has pinned a lot of his hopes on this event. He has proven he possesses what is necessary to win it. He views this match as The Holy Brigades vs EAW and in a way it is. We have to stand united for as long as possible, as alliances are often made in this match. Could what occurs in this match spell doom for the Holy Brigades? Certainly. But could this also spell prominence for this group? Without a doubt in my mind, I can answer that very question the same way. Certainly.

Even as Ventura mentioned, through the eyes of many we are perceived as stable rejects, when truth be told, we never were that. The House of Renegades featured prominent individuals in the likes of Hades and Mr. DEDEDE, but how did their presence make us rejects? Nick, Hades, and I were the originals of the group that saw it through until the end and at no point did we ever give up and abandon our ambitions, to be the best. Hades achieved this as he solidified himself as a dominant world champion, but because THOR disbanded after that doesn't indicate we are rejects. We, too, have been biding our time, and the time has come for us to once again seek our ambitions with the same motivation and drive we had before.

All of us have aspirations and ambitions, but it seems that so few of us truly follow them out to the end. Many of us abandon hope along the way as we fail to realize the adversity we meet is merely testing us to see if we are worthy of achieving what we aspire to have. In my position, many would have forfeited hope long ago. But now adversity seems like part of my morning routine. The only thing to do now to come nearer to reaching what I aspire for is obvious. To win this match.

The green dos screen appears and the cursor starts regurgitating letters

Challenge everything be the trouble maker because thats what the world needs, without trouble makers there would never be any progression, there would never be any change, there would never be anything new brought into the world

Old Man Adeus 

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We find Caliban standing in front of a Grand Rampage banner in a room full of press, behind him sits his tag team partner and numerous other members of the EAW locker room. The pre Grand Rampage press conference is about an hour deep and Caliban who just won a public game of rock, paper, scissors, lizard, Spock with Ciserano to see who was going to speak has just just stepped up to the mike. He is wearing a black tie and a white shirt with his usual black hoodie over the top with the hood up. He says hi to everyone politely and waits for questions 

First Question: Considering your relatively short time with the company how do you stand up to the accusations that you didn't earn your spot in this 3 way on sunday night, that you and your partner simply forced your way in by provoking people?

Caliban (laughing as he answers): Honestly? You really wanna know what I think about those accusations as you call them? 

First Question: Yes I would, please enlighten us with some form of rebuttal

Caliban: Rebuttal? why would I rebut the truth? We got sick of standing in line, we have run through everyone put in front of us, we have mowed down every set of idiots that thought we were their next step on the ladder. So here is a confession from me to all of you, Jordan Ciserano and I did not win a number one contenders match to get here, we beat the shit out of the number one contenders to be here. We did not catch the eye of the tag team champions simply by being better than everyone else because as I already said that was getting us anywhere. Instead we put out a message to them to come see what we are all about and in the end what did they do? Well you know what they did and so we got a little payback 

Another interviewer stands up to question him but Caliban puts his hand up 

Caliban: Ok hows this? I don't like you all yelling at me from all the way back there so I'm simply going to say everything that needs to be said and then you guys can go ahead and edit as needs be, I hope your short hands good....

He takes the microphone out of the stand and walks around in front of the podium 

Caliban: Ladies and Gentlemen my name is J.P. Caliban, I am the artful dodger of pro wrestling I have done everything anyone ever asked me to do in this buisness and I have been promised everything for doing it, from title shots to money to exclusive contracts and none of it has ever materialised in my hands. Im done waiting for it, Im done with broken promises and pushes that never came, I'm done being nobody but the guy who has great matches, Ladies and Gentlemen I want it all and I want it right now, those tag belts are just the beginning, by the time I'm done I will own this fucking industry

A small gathering or real fans at the back of the room give out a mix of boos and cheers as he pauses contemplating his words 

Caliban: And some of my opponents will think this as some kind of weakness, Aren said last week that I showed my true colors when I faced Jordan for the number one contendership. He said that I showed that I don't care about anyone but myself, that I would walk away from Death By Velocity when it profited me most. 

Behind him Ciserano smiles a vicious smile and sits forward waiting to hear what Caliban's about to come out with 

Caliban: Ragnarok will eat each other at some point because they simply want what each of them claims to be worthy of holding, The Savage Ryans would probably eat each other for The Pure Title like a cage of lions and one solitary lamb. But Death By Velocity are better than that, we get what it means to be a part of a whole, you see we aren't just a tag team, we are a living breathing entity with a goal beyond winning titles, I told you that I wanted it all but Death By Velocity wants the fucking world and we will take it by any means necessary. Sunday night is just the beginning

He pulls his hood down and drops off the stage sitting on the edge 

Caliban: When we found out both of us would be involved in that elimination chase we didn't have the stupid conversation every other tag team does where its every man for himself, we knew that together not one person in that string of matches could touch us, Jordan got me to the number one contenders match and I got him to The Pure Title Match, why would the World Title or any other belt in the business be any different. We want to be known as the best in the business, not the best tag team or the best singles wrestlers, just simply the best, when people talk about legends in the future we won't be named separately no matter our accomplishments. Now I have a question 

He clears his throat and stands on the floor below with his back to the press pit, Ciserano comes and Joins him as they both stand in front of the assembled members of the locker room, all the big players are there including the other 6 participants of the match on Sunday Night 

Caliban: Do any of you? Any combination or any man alone believe that he can handle us? We are faster, smarter and more ready for anything than any of you, why? Because we are better than you, better than them 

He points a thumb behind him at the press

Caliban: In history the great teams could hold any title they wanted but they would still be members of that tag team and where until the day they retired. We are the very definition of what it means to be a tag team, that is why we are what the EAW Tag Team Titles have been waiting for not the other way round, because unlike The Ryans, or The Monarchy we are built to last, don't believe us? Just watch


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Just before the promo ends we get static and screeching sound coming from the screen, the light snaps off and the screeching become laughter, the Punkin Rears his ugly head 

Punkin: They seem to of forgotten us, it's like high school all over again, 2 different groups of popular kids fighting over the best lunch table while the smart ones slide in behind them and take it before the jocks and trust fund princes and princesses can take a seat. Go ahead and act like each of you are the biggest threat in this match, go ahead and talk like you actually stand chance, you're blind, stupid, deaf and dumb, on Saturday night your will pay for those mistakes in your breeding.

He laughs again and breathes a heavy sigh 

Punkin: These jibes at each other, the animosity and the smack talk, it's all bravado, each one of you wants to tell the world jut how much they are due to rule it and how the other group will simply be underlings and its pathetic. New Monarchy? Savage Ryans? I guess those names are meant to sound powerful, listing all your achievements, I suppose thats impressive? Shouting down those achievements? A simple way to belittle your opponents. Those aren't mind games they are posturing, we pull the strings here, we are the devil that all 4 of you are to stupid to admit exists and we will make you pay for it.... INCOMING!

You question if Lannister truly understands you, Hellion? Why, more than any man living, he does. And knowledge is definitely a weapon Lannister intends to use in tomorrow night's showdown. It's a shame you don't value the art of logic, because pity you tomorrow night when strength is taken out of your arsenal and you have nothing else to rely upon. Lannister's greatest asset perhaps - is that he can execute a man's greatest ally - which is strength itself in your very case. You are a predictable man in the truth of things, "Norman." And how in times like these, predictable men are the easiest of targets. And Lannister would know a thing or two about casting out his targets. You would know - you followed the lead. But no matter what Lannister taught you - no matter what practices Lannister tried to serve to your benefit - at the end of the day, brutality is the only force of nature you know. You do not even know the word "versatile" probably - and you wish to combat the man they call the Angel of Debt? Behemoth or not, you're just a program, a program destined to kill. Lannister had hoped RAGNAROK would be the means to something more - make a brother out of a man destined to seek and destroy. Now it may be true that you were put on Lannister's radar to your undeniable reputation to do just that - seek and destroy. And perhaps Lannister has a similar background - but he at least appreciates the craftsmanship of diplomacy. To lead a following - to be more than what his programming and physical well being lead him to be. Lannister is not only the Angel of Debt, the Sword of the Mourning - he is THE King of Elite, and as king - Lannister must rule. Even if the kingdom is just a title, and not a mere validity of Lannister's standing - it is something. Something that even Norman Hellion can marvel at, in this due time. Because you have said it yourself, "brother", Lannister has taken everything away from you. You think Lannister's strength of terror is the cause of that? By means no - logic and understanding played a key to that. You believe that world championship gave you a means to relevancy - a skeleton key to the lock of the EAW world. HA. Only a fool believes a tangible gives him his true worth. Not even Lannister's crown makes Lannister King - Lannister himself knows a crown doesn't define power. It's Lannister's character, Lannister's integrity that has given him his stature, and he's proven to be more understanding than what Norman Hellion would like to leave on. Perhaps the fault isn't with Lannister actually - he knows it isn't. It's you, Norman. You and your programming. Your "darkness", your aura of fear, your misconceptions, your greed, your absolute everything that has boiled over into countless mistakes.

Maybe the honorable thing for you to do Norman, is to deny your programming. This disease that has captured your mind - the one that has reeled in your senses and bred them with tragic flaws. You have been a man of evolution through your time in RAGNAROK - and in turn you became a product of the machine. A machine so powerful that the word "brute" is the only word to come to mind. But through this programming that RAGNAROK afforded you, you have become a monster of not strength, but a monster of assurance and illusion. You're not the big bad wolf that once was - not without the rest of the pack behind you guarding your very flaws. You see Norman, even Lannister has his own flaws. But thankfully for him, he has brothers at his side to help mask them - as they cater to his strengths. You and Lannister were a great duo - this is without question. A brother's bond that can only be bent by the power of greed, which happened to be such the case. But case no matter - for your new found affiliation cannot provide for you like we had. House Vendetta is an alliance filled with men of strength and terror - that much Lannister cannot deny. Ares has built himself a powerful structure - but even the greatest of temples can fall. Once more you overrate your new found company, while devaluing the brothers you had lost. You think you've gained in power - you've upgraded in alliance? Why, the contrary, "brother." You've given yourself a raw deal - and tend to eat at the dinner's table too? For the hungry dog you are - even you have to sublime to such a way of life. Make no matter though - because you're on the brink of irrelevance, as Lannister alluded to last time around.

Lannister still cannot fathom how you see this having a happy ending for you. House Vendetta is a powerful temple - one built upon pillars and stones. But even when the stones begin to erode - even they can get replaced. Which is what exactly is going to happen to you, Norman - when your worth to Ares Vendetta erodes along with your integrity. You will be damaged goods to Ares Vendetta - even if Kendra dares not to throw that towel in for you... Lannister cannot say the same for the referee. You may be in the right of things - suggesting Ares Vendetta and his "queen" mother will leave you out there as long possible, wishing for the demise of the one true king of this industry. But how foolish of you - partaking your faith in a family that has no means to cater to your well being. Not that you should care about that - because there will be nothing left for you to give regardless, once Lannister is done with you. But it would at least be good for you to have an out-card, something to look forward to passed the humiliation and humbling that the King of Elite will showcase your way. But so be it - what's done is done - and what is what, will be. Lannister is by no means a fortune teller, but how the writing is forever on the walls. Even you see them, in truth - admitting that you're just a pawn to the lair of Ares Vendetta. But that is what you succumbed yourself to - why? Lannister will never understand. But regardless of the reasoning, or lack of reasoning behind your allegiance - how mad you are proving yourself to be. Especially with your suggesting of the impression that it was Lannister that made the wrong choice. HA. Lannister scoffs at such a ridiculous, short sighted idea. Don't flatter yourself Norman - you're not beyond the means of being a man warped in his own contradictions. It goes without saying, that Lannister and you are just at the case of fundamental differences. Lannister can accept this fact alone - and he showcased this to you when he let you walk away free from RAGNAROK without a personal vendetta.

But for a man that sees emotions as a bane of existence, how bitter and foolish of you to what transpired there on after. Lannister cares not for your purpose now - if it is to see an end to RAGNAROK, to an end of Lannister, it makes no difference. You will never see these ambitions live past the spoiled mistakes of your own doing. Your recent past has been a circle of violence and degrading - and this match serves as a concept to tie it all off. But not for you - for Lannister. Lannister will tie the noose around your neck, the ultimate end bearing that you have ever been so anticipating and wanting since that art of betrayal. You think Lannister sleeps with one eye open? It is not Lannister's pride that denies this connotation - it's the simple idea that you are no threat to the crown. As Lannister claimed before - he shall claim again. You are an enemy - but not all enemies are threats. The last time you were a threat to Lannister, was when you were still affiliated with him. Now you're just burning rubber on the fading cracks of the road. Your stain is left there in memory - but you're just a mark. Nothing more - nothing less. Just a mark... just a mark. And now you will serve as a landmark to Lannister's timeline as King of Elite. A burning chapter in the history books of the reign - a footnote in the legacy of Lannister. Pity - the potential you showed would suggest you would have more than this said about you. But Lannister supposes, some mistakes, you just never stop paying for. And this is one of those lasting mistakes, that stains in gloomy colors. Normally a man of your stature would like to be affiliated with gloomy, dark colors - but Lannister isn't mad to suggest this is the polar opposite of your intentions.  

Time is a flat circle, at the end of the day. What has happened, is to happen again. Your greed left you without brothers, and you were replaced in RAGNAROK. You don't think your future holds the same fate, just with a different man that likes to claim himself king? There couldn't be a greater parallel, if Lannister tried to storybook the scenario even. How the stars have aligned - and the constellation is quite clear. Just like Lannister's decision to side with Brody over the fooled mind of a watered-down monster. At the end of every dream, there happens to be a monster, isn't there? And how you are not afraid to admit of being that said monster. But monsters don't get to live happily ever after. Instead, you will come to learn Norman, that scars simply never bleed. Nor does it kill the pain before it can even spread. Because at the end of the day, you are left with nothing... nothing but a growing shame. So much has been made of our recent past, Lannister wanted to outline what the future holds. This entire tirade has been made about the evolution of monsters and men - but only men are the ones that can change. Lannister is a man, a paragon of virtue, even. But the monster you are - the sacred entity you have seemed to be born with, will forever be your greatest shortcoming. No matter what you accomplished - will now be seen in the rear view mirror. Because you can twist your words like you always do - go ahead and devour what you think is right. But the last time you thought you were right... You were deadly wrong.

Lannister sends you his regards, Norman. And this wrong's vengeance, simply cannot come swiftly enough.

Grand Rampage Promo #3 "Final Memoir"

*Keller is in his hotel room in Germany, he paces and paces, seemingly nervous*

I'm trying hard.. I'm trying not to be nervous about the daunting task ahead of me... This is my opportunity... I've said that alot. But this is my chance... The Grand Rampage is my chance to be immortal, to write my name in the EAW history books. And while I don't plan on winning, I do plan on making a hell of an impact. I've said it before... I have a lot to prove.

Men... Men are mortal, I am no mere man. I am Kerry Keller. The Silencer... The Man who beat the Hall of Fame champion to even QUALIFY forfield., I'm gonna make an impact... I don't care what the people backstage say about my skill. I don't care about that Vortex Scott Diamond gave me. I care about making my impact on that stage, in Germany, in that ring. You think you can stop me from making an impact? Refer to my domination of Charlie Scene for 90% of the match we had. Refer to my victory over Scott Diamond. Refer to the countless hours I spend training to just have the strength to rip people apart like I want to... Give me some Fucking credit.... GIVE. ME. SOME. FUCKING CREDIT DAMNIT. None of you seem to understand the complexity... The way I am... None of you know me... None of you know where I come from. Or what it took to survive there. None of you know how bad i've been yearning for a chance to be good. A chance to Silence all of these FUCKING critics that THINK they know who I am. Well, newsflash: you fucking don't know who I am.

My nickname rings true in many ways. But lately, I guess I haven't had an opportunity to live up to it too well. There's so much I need to do in this match to walk away with Even the slightest bit of happiness. I look around at my adversaries in this Grand Rampage match and realize that like me, they are just a bunch of snarling wolves waiting to take me for their dinner like I plan to do to them. And in that way, we are all on level playing field. We all have the mentality of the wolf that lives inside us. But some are bigger wolves with long lists of accomplishments. Some, like me are smaller wolves with small lists of accomplishments. I am daunted, admittedly by this task, but, just like Scott Diamond. I'm going to face this head on. I'm going to fight this like it's my last fight. In hopes that I Silence everyone that doubted me before. In hopes that I, among all of us realize what I'm worth... Making a statement is my goal... Only death can prevent me from reaching this...

A match burnt at two ends, a double edged sword

We are ravenous, gluttonous, we want more and more and more.

Feed our strength and stop our weakness, we try to repent for what we've done.

The tainted souls, the obvious holes, show as they leak blood

Nobody can protect themselves, no knight, warrior or mage

Looming in the shadows of demise... As we head... Toward Grand Rampage

But as you would have it destiny has dealt me one hell of a hand in the form of my Grand Rampage Opponents. Just to name a few Brian Daniels and Devan Dubian, the men who believe that they know me, the men who believes that they know what I’m capable of and frankly but truthfully these men that know how far from my talents I am right now. You men and I are on opposite sides of the same coin, opposite colors in the spectre… At first sight though. At the end of the day we all want the same thing. And despite how we are in opposite corners, fighting for the chance to headline and possible seize control of EAW, you guys will actually be a great asset to me and my motivatation. Yeah, you are right Brian. You see, I have been wondering what is wrong with me as of late, what has caused all this misery that I am feeling, all this nonsense, all this stupidity that surrounds me and intoxicates the air I breathe, suffocating me to no avail… And poof the reason appears before me like a snowflake in the winter it’s the fact I simply can’t cope with who I am right now. Brian now that I sit here and think about all that you’ve said you are partially correct about me, my words can’t harm you as much as I had anticipated but I’ve never been a man to rely only on my words I rely on my ability to dominate ever fool that steps into the ring with me. But Brain to be frankly honest with you, I expected more. Quite disappointing in every single aspect, nevertheless I am here to brighten up your evening with my nonsensical ranting that everyone loves so much. Spineless coward? Brian I can literally break you in half once I have gotten serious, please don’t be the man who I have to first make an example out of because I won’t shed one tear of remorse.  Go ahead though, keep hurling the abuse my way, you should know by now that it drives me and the fact remains that you are right I am not the same Vic Vendetta that looked up to you like I did in the past but here are the true facts now, I am the Vic Vendetta who without a doubt can be the bain to your existence, I am also the Vic Vendetta who can cause you to lose your chance at the World Championship if you really believe that I am a wooden puppet. A wooden puppet still can produce splinters anywhere it’s touched and I guarantee that I will be the splinter that won’t leave your skin even if pried out of it. This shadow that you claim that I am will become the eclipse that will cover that ring and once gone from the sun, then you will see how cleared out the ring is and who will be indomitable.
 


“The whole commerce between master and slave is a perpetual exercise of the most boisterous passions, the most unremitting despotism on the one part, and degrading submissions on the other. Our children see this, and learn to imitate it.” Devan do you remember when you were younger and your father would yell at your mother and she would then proceed to accomplish the task that he had to ululate to her? It’s because she has already been beaten not physically but mentally, she has accepted the fact that your father is her master and has dominance over her, and she realizes her role as a slave nothing more than excuse my language but a bitch! Haha I’m not laughing because it’s true but I am laughing because I see a little you in your mother. It hasn’t sunk in yet but you have been beaten mentally but I’m sure after this speech of mine you will accept and realize that you are to submit to me in the fashion your mother had submitted to your father, and after you will come to the conclusion that you will be beaten physically just as your mother was behind closed doors after you and your brothers went to school. You are in this match Devan and I have to deal with you just like I will deal with the others, but rest assure I will eliminate you personally, from this match and from the fifteen minutes of fame you have in the main event spotlight, enjoy it while you can, enjoy this last day at home or in the gym where ever you may be currently, where the cameras are in your face and the press want your quotes and people want your autograph because it will not last past Saturday, after Grand Rampage you will be a distant memory, you will go back to chasing Starr Stan and competing at the level you are most comfortable at, the level of irrelevance. Once you enter that match I am going to punch your face until nobody can recognize you just like people could not recognize me when I was terrorizing EAW, I am going to make you beg for mercy and beg me to leave you alone and just throw you over the ropes, eliminate you from the hell that I have brought to the ring. And once I drive your head through the ring post and drag your bloody face and broken body into the ring, your shoulders will fall to the outside and I will watch as you are stretchered out and I hear the words…Devan Dubian has been eliminated! Listen confused lambs of Abraham you can cheer for Devan Dubian or Brian Daniels all you want, but I'm warning you now, they are specialist in failure. The Grand Rampage match is the only trick they have up they’re sleeve. Because at Grand Rampage tomorrow night, I will walk out of the match as your new 2015 Grand Rampage winner. And at the risk of uttering a phrase that will probably get me fined or sued for copyright, there is no chance in hell I'm letting an overrated spot monkey like Brain Daniels take the World Title away from me. Now I can already hear some of you smirks pricking up; in fact I can't just hear you, I can smell your stench of self-righteousness. Once again I welcome you both to challenge me but the man you think that terrorized EAW has left to kiss ass will be the same demon that raises hell in this match!

He claims that God works in mysterious ways but what Jamie O’Hara failed to understand the last time I spoke was that he is no God. I don’t understand your hypocrisy in the slightest Jamie, you, for some reason, discredit my promo, calling it nothing more than sitting on my hands spewing out nonsense while you do the same. Eh, if I were you, I wouldn’t brag about the fact that you were beaten before your encounters. What good of a champion are you if you can’t pull a win out at a normal show and the only credits to your name are the fact that you’ve beaten half-rate competitors at FPV events? I, on the other hand, am capable of winning consistently on Showdown while pulling out extraordinary feats at FPVs. Even if you are a God to the New Breed, for all intents and purposes, then I reign second on that list. I showed at Reasonable Doubt that I am a step above the rest of the ENTIRE New Breed. Where I am competing for the New Breed title, the rest of the competition serves either as repetitive filler for the Grand Rampage match OR they aren’t even around. But I guess the same can be said for the opponents you’ve had to drill through. Our journeys to this match are pretty similar, and you and I are pretty similar too. I can’t say that I don’t respect you, O’Hara. You’re not a bad champion. If anything, you probably are above the New Breed Championship. But I can tell you’re not willing to let go of it just yet. What is it? Scared it’s the best you can do? Terrified that after I rip that title from you, you’ll have nowhere to go, nothing to do? I wouldn’t worry if I were you. I hear a high school gym calling your name after Grand Rampage. Not everyone who makes it to the big leagues gets to stay there buddy. And you’ve had a good run, you know, so there’s no shame in going out on your back with just a teeny bit of dignity left. Come on Jamie, let’s be real. You can throw your stories and metaphors and jokes around but it doesn’t mean anything unless you can prove that I am NOT your successor as the new King of the New Breed. Sure, it doesn’t have as nice a ring to it as say, ‘King of Elite’ or ‘King of EAW’ does, but it’ll do. Again, I am undoubtedly second best in the New Breed, just behind you, and no, this isn’t my OPINION, it’s a FACT. Eventually, number two becomes number one, evolution always has to happen, and it’s a law of nature – not something we can change. Unfortunately for you, I am in fact the last contender to have beaten you prior to the match AND the first to beat you for the title. Come on Jamie, don’t you want to drop the dead weight? Move on in the ladder, go up to better and brighter spots? You’re reluctant. You want, oh you want to, but you CAN’T. I’m no fortune-teller but that much is obvious O’Hara.

I really don’t understand why you keep bringing up matches where you ALMOST won. Let me tell you something about “almost’s”. Sure, they’re sweet memories of what COULD HAVE BEEN. For you, the almost’s are memories of times that could have been. Better times, more opportune and grander times where you could have been something more than you are now. You bring up the cage match as a time where you foolishly believe that you were just maybe capable of competing with the likes of Cage and Lannister. What I see when I hear you say that is a bitter man who KNOWS he isn’t good enough to hang with the likes of Cage and Lannister. So that’s your game Jamie. You know you’re not good enough to be great, so you stride for mediocre. You take pride in bullying new competition because these are the only people you can beat. Lochlan Rossdale, stop acting like beating him was some mighty victory. If you think I’m like Rossdale or any other jabroni you’ve beaten, you’re sorely mistaken. I am one of a kind, and the fact of the matter is, you FEAR me. Rather, you fear the concept of Stark. You fear the fact that you’re expendable. You weren’t going to be New Breed Champion forever, and you knew that. You knew that when someone of equal ability would make their way up the ranks, that your time was up. That someone is ME. I too defeated the mediocre talents all for one reason – to meet you at Grand Rampage. Two months ago I started my journey, and I don’t intend on stopping anytime soon. You may think that this is my final destination, so to speak, but it’s not. It’s just step two on my road to the top. You’re not the final objective for me, O’Hara, you’re just another obstacle I have to cross. If you honestly believe that you are the final obstacle on anyone’s path, then you’re in for a surprise bud. Look man, maybe you’re content with being JUST the New Breed Champion but I have ambitions above and beyond. I will be World Champion one day. I’ll accomplish it all. But before ANY of that, I NEED to win the New Breed Championship. I think I’ve already done enough to prove myself better than nearly all of the New Breed division… now if only I could beat you, I’ll put myself on the brink of glory and greatness. I will redefine what it means to be New Breed Champion. I don’t need to put on an 8 month reign to show that I’m better than the other new guys coming in, what I will do is hold that New Breed Championship so that when the brass in the back is thinking about who to give the next nudge to stardom, they’ll choose Stark.

I didn’t know you were a comedian Jamie! Making fun of STARKMAN, damn, I wish I had thought of that. Ah man you’re saying I’m going to have a mask and a cape? SO FUNNY. Hey, you want another joke? Here’s one; have you ever seen Stark and STARKMAN in the same room? Look, idiot, we can sit here and exchange jokes and stories and metaphors all we want but that isn’t going to change the inevitable outcome of Stark winning the New Breed Championship will it? Let me tell you what shines in the night that beckons STARKMAN to appear. No, it’s not a fancy S or a stupid superhero logo. In this case, it’s the New Breed Championship. Gold and glory and promises of a better life, promises of a great career! That’s what awaits me. Look at us here Jamie. Doing good work to be fair; promoting like main-eventers over a title everyone else considers to be irrelevant. Yet you’ve done nothing to further to prestige of this championship. You’ve made it a prop you carry around as you proceed to lose every match imaginable. It’s a very sad situation when you think about it, the title should be the first thing on all of the new guys’ minds. Every new recruit from every brand should all be vying to go after the New Breed Championship. But they don’t, because facing the champion is such a drag. You THINK you’re the guiding light for the New Breed division but really, you’re just a deterrent. Maybe that’s why the EAW has such a high turnout on new recruits dropping out. They come in looking for opportunity, then they take one look at you and bail. It’s funny really, how you, the self-proclaimed God doesn’t bring people in, rather, you drive them away. But here’s the difference. I PLEDGE to be the fighting champion that the New Breed DESERVES. Not the whiny entitled bitch you are Jamie. I’ve fought HARD to get to where I am. The Grand Rampage is a crucial point for both us Jamie; for you it’s the decision of a lifetime. One, are you good enough to beat Stark, and two, if you can’t, what’s next? For me, it’s my next step on my road to the top. The destination is the same but they journeys have been very different. What took you 8 months of boring and repetitive opponents took me a matter of 2 months and ONE match. Your rise here has been slow and steady but I’ve skyrocketed up to this position. And just as quickly as I’ve made myself a contender to watch out for in the New Breed division, you’ll find the same to be true for other championships soon enough.

But that’s the future. Let’s focus on the present, and presently all I see is you continuing to talk out of your ass. Jesus Christ look at what an egomaniac you are! If I lose, you’re God because I’m too weak or unskilled to defeat you, but if I win you’re still God because you were merciful enough to spare me? You’re a retard. Stupider than the other guy in this match that’s for sure. You need a lesson in humility, Jamie, and believe me I’ll be more than happy to teach you that lesson on Saturday. And just when I thought you couldn’t get any stupider, you go out and say the New Breed championship is the best I can do. No no no no no no no, the New Breed title is the best YOU can do my friend. Maybe I’m not above it, yet, but I am growing as a competitor at an extraordinary exponential rate. You’re on more of a linear regressive path right now. There’s the difference. It took you EIGHT months before you found a challenger on equal footing. Every Lochlan Rossdale or Vic Vendetta you’ve had to face before are NOTHING, and I mean NOTHING compared to Stark. They earned their way to you through feeble means, but I’m coming in hot with a bang and once I’m done kicking your ass you’re the one who’s going to go out with a whimper. Listen, the only thing that’ll happen at Pain for Pride is Stark DEFENDING HIS CHAMPIONSHIP, while Jamie O’Hara lies at home; that’s right – you probably won’t even make it to the 24/7 Battle Royal – wondering what could have been. Wondering what could have been if Stark didn’t cross his path. I can see right through your façade, I can see the cracks and dents that are building in your armor, I can see your confidence dwindling. And once my words shed this fort you’ve built up around your ego, I’ll let STARKMAN deliver the fatal blow at Grand Rampage.

I’m not above the New Breed Championship. No one is above any title really, because if you’re in a wrestling company striving for anything less than winning a championship, you’re in the wrong business. I don’t care which championship I go after. Stick me with a partner, and I’ll damn well win the Tag Team Championships. Maybe if I had joined a bit earlier, it could be me competing for the Interwire Championship. But considering the fact that I JUST got here not even half a year ago, I’m not doing too bad. I’ve earned my way to get where I am and I’ll be damned if anyone stops me. You can talk as much as you want about how I don’t deserve the title but I have gone through hell and high water to get to the EAW alone. I’ve gone even further to reach the pinnacle of the New Breed division. Nothing is going to stop me. This isn’t ‘anyone’s match’, THIS IS STARK’S MATCH. I DON’T CARE WHAT IT TAKES, I WILL DO WHAT I HAVE TO DO TO WIN. And, and, and, --- Sometimes it gets to be too much. The filter I need to put on when I’m Stark, it’s oh so very boring. For some men a round of alcohol or a shot of narcotics gives them the boost they need to take that extra step, but it’s far simpler for me. I need just put on a mask and… STARKMAN appears.

But I fight the temptation. So many times I feel like letting go and letting STARKMAN take over as the only side of me but I hold it back. I want to show the world and all the naysayers that Stark is great too. And for as great as Stark is to have won a Championship Scramble and beat the New Breed Champion, both in fair bouts, imagine what STARKMAN is capable of. My masked alter-ego is more than just a mask and a cape… it’s a boost of strength, integrity, and willpower not like anything you’ve ever seen before. When it’s all set and done you’ll wonder to yourselves what happened? Stark is TIRED of being the dark-horse, the odd man out. After Grand Rampage, all eyes will be on me. A championship is no more valuable than the man who holds it. Mark my words, I’ll bring the New Breed championship to a prestige that NO OTHER CHAMPIONSHIP IN THE EAW HAS SEEN BEFORE. Do you think your flawed deconstruction of my career bothers me? Not at all. The way I see it, I came in strong. STARKMAN debuted in January and made quick work of El Landerson. I then proceeded to put on impressive performances against the likes of Nick Makarov and Matt Miles. Clark Duncan came in next, and I beat him too. Then I was announced as a competitor for the Reasonable Doubt number one contender match. What happened there? I WON. I proved myself better than the rest of Showdown’s new breed. Not a single person thought I would win at Reasonable Doubt so I went out of my way to prove everyone wrong. I know you’ve already brought up the rest of the competition but before that Reasonable Doubt match destroyed all of their morale, they were all poised for greatness. First of all, Nick Angel was the clear favorite to win. What happened to Nick? HE LOST TO STARK. Venom too, was supposed to make this grand return and claim his place as the top new breed guy. What happened to Venom? HE LOST TO STARK. Nikola Vranchev came in hot from Bulgaria looking to strike while the iron was hot and become a top guy in the EAW. What happened to Vranchev? HE LOST TO STARK. ALL THESE MEN LOST TO STARK, AND NOW ALL THESE MEN ARE IRRELEVANT. Jamie, you’re next. The tale tells itself; Jamie O’Hara dominated for eight months, only to lose EVERYTHING he has a claim to and leave. WHAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN TO JAMIE? HE’S GOING TO GET HIS FUCKING ASS KICKED BY STARK!!!

I don’t give a fuck if you think all of my victories have been fluked. I win when it counts. I can win at Grand Rampage and go fucking lie down for El Landerson the next week and let him beat me, but it won’t change the fact that I beat you right? In the same principle, losing to Clark Duncan did NOTHING to devalue my win at Reasonable Doubt. There are no flukes. And hey, if Clark Duncan beat me TWICE, that’s good on him. No, really, it’s good for him, because he knows he can beat the NEXT NEW BREED CHAMPION, so he’ll have no reason to go for the title. At that point he will in fact be above the New Breed Championship and he CAN go on to better things. I’m no mindless ‘no-talent’ Jamie. Trust me. I’m your worst nightmare and you know why. I reflect that same stubborn attitude you must have had when you walked in. The same way you beat the guy before you for the title who must have thought he was the greatest thing since sliced bread is the same way I am going to knock you off of your pedestal. The difference is, that cycle ENDS with Stark. I don’t care if I don’t elicit a crowd reaction. I’m not here to be liked, I’m not here for fan approval or to make friends backstage. ALL I WANT IS THE NEW BREED CHAMPIONSHIP. And until I get it, I’ll be deadly like a steamroller. Nothing and no one will stand in my way. Winning the New Breed Championship is my ticket to the great beyond. I’m not in the presence of greatness Jamie.
You are. 

And look at that! Duncan has spoken! Man I’ve got to say, I’ve come to gain respect for Duncan over the past few weeks. He’s beat me twice, yes, but he actually gets what I mean in the fact that Jamie O’Hara is a delusional, self-absorbed cunt. Other than that, Clark Duncan is the same old dipshit he’s always been. No, I won’t be as unoriginal as Jamie as to call Duncan a ‘retard’, which by the way Jamie, I made that joke many months ago, get with it man. Duncan is back to his stupid old jokes. I don’t see why Clark Duncan even has a claim to be in this match… I thought traditionally to earn a title match with the champion, you need to have actually done something of note, for example, WINNING A CHAMPIONSHIP SCRAMBLE. Or perhaps, BEATING THE CHAMPION IN A FAIR ONE ON ONE MATCH! So, you interfered – because of your stupidity – on my behalf. That’s not my fault. Jamie knows and you know too that the only reason you were out there was to screw me over, yet you managed to cost Jamie the match somehow. I’m overcoming all the odds that are thrown my way. I’ve spoken about our journeys in getting to this match; for me, it was EARNING MY SHOT, fair and square. For Jamie, this is one of his more significant challenges in his dominant eight month run with the New Breed title. How about you, Clark? Whining and moaning, that’s for sure. Winning two matches over the number one contender, which frankly doesn’t seem like a good enough claim for the championship. You can’t beat Jamie, can you? But Stark CAN, and Stark WILL again. You can make fun of Stark’s law all you want, but until it’s ACTUALLY proven wrong, then keep your mouth shut. The only laugh anyone is going to be having is ME, and it won’t be a laugh of humor, it’ll be one of PITY for the two morons who thought they could stand in my way.

O’Hara talks about yellow brick roads, but I think he got the analogy wrong. The yellow brick road is a metaphor for an arduous journey to a great end. I’m no Dorothy, but you’re wrong if you think I haven’t had a hard road here. I haven’t held a singles championship since 2012. Three years, I’ve spent without gold around my waist. Yet I’ve managed to stay relevant. Jamie, your fame comes from your title, my fame comes from my TALENT. I am THE BEST NEW BREED TALENT. I’ll say a HUNDRED FUCKING TIMES if I have to, because it seems that’s the only way I’ll get it through your stubborn head. You can call me and Duncan retarded over and over again, curse every other word, and be a general pretentious asshole like an edgy teenager, OR, you can, for once, show yourself as a worthy champion. Seems like instead of doing the latter you’re more intent on making a mockery out of both yourself and the New Breed Championship. Time for someone to intervene isn’t it? Duncan and I are challengers to you, of course, but we have more HEART than you do. Even as the “bad guy”, I show more promise and ability, I show more determination and pride than you do, hell, so does Duncan. We’re more champions than you probably ever will be. And the thing is, I know that the belt for the most part is only a prop. You prove you’re a champion with consistency and the belt doesn’t matter. That’s what I’m going to prove. I’m going to show that no matter what belt you hold, it’s the champion who brings prestige to the gold. I mean look, Jamie, we’re already practically promoting like main eventers. We’ll sure as hell put on a great match too. Then why are we subjugated to competing for the supposedly ‘unwanted’ New Breed title? Because it’s JUST a belt. A belt that I oh so dearly want… but just an accessory. My point is, you can be New Breed Champion with the talent of a top tier guy, and that’s what I’m out to prove.

Jamie, between all your analogies and stories and metaphors, and more recently, show tunes, I fail to find your point. You know what that tells me? You’re scared. Afraid that you’ve met your match. You can deny it all you want but it’s true. I’m the best new superstar since Jamie O’Hara, but here’s the catch; I’m better. Believe me man, STARKMAN won’t be battered or bloodied, nor do I intend on doing the same to you. I’ll let you lie and suffer the mental torture, knowing the fact that for as good as you were, you’re not as good as Stark. Our encounter at Grand Rampage won’t end with Stark on the floor, it will end with Jamie O’Hara standing on the ramp, wondering what the hell happened. Wondering if the Stark he lost to is the same Stark he berated for weeks on end. You say you’re definitely going to be the World Champion, then by all means my friend go for it. You won’t though, and I’ve already said why enough times. You want to accomplish a year long reign with the title huh, too bad that isn’t going to happen. Or let’s say for all intents and purposes it does. Somewhere in the mix, you manage to pin Duncan. That would suck for me, sure, but then I get to move on to greater frontiers. There are many opportunities for me on Showdown, and I see competitors like Zach Genesis in my future if I lose to you. You get to continue on as the half-rate champion of the most undesired belt in the EAW; while I get to set my sights higher. Here are where our priorities are different. I want to be the beacon for the new breed to follow, but all you care about are your damn record books. I don’t blame you. You have yet to come across a competitor like myself, so just like pioneers fear new land, you’ll obviously fear this new strange type of opponent you’ve come across; YOUR EQUAL. 

As for your little song, if that doesn’t reek worse of desperation than a landfill reeks of trash then I’ll be damned. Hey look, you called us handicapped for the umpteenth time. But I’m the repetitive one? Like a moron, you’re still calling yourself God… I frankly stopped listening after that. You’re meagerly failing at getting your point across, but what I’ve come to realize is that you have no point. You’re at the bitter end of your run as the New Breed Champion and you know it. Just know that all of what we said is on the line tomorrow. Every word we’ve said will either turn to gold or turn around to slap us in the face. And when it’s all set and done only man gets to stand with his credibility, pride, and the New Breed Championship. I’ve done more than enough to prove I’m ready for this. This is the last you’ll hear of Stark for now. Tomorrow, STARKMAN will be at the Signal Iduna Park in Dortmund, Germany.

Stark’s Law says Stark CAN win the New Breed Championship. Stark’s Law says STARKMAN WILL WIN THE NEW BREED CHAMPIONSHIP.


That man standing atop the rubble of Jamie O’Hara’s ego, career, pride, credibility, and most importantly of all, his great title reign, will be none other than Stark.


I’ve said it a hundred times before but it always fails to lose meaning;

Tomorrow, I’m winning the New Breed Championship.

(Camera fades in; backstage in the hallway where Hades is seen shadow boxing.)

Hades: The Grand Rampage is just about here, which means there's no more room for error.  Although a win here would certainly provide a much needed and welcomed change, I doubt even a trip to Pain for Pride against Stan, Parker, Xavier Williams could erase all that I've been subjected to but that isn't what I'm after anyways.  Not that I wouldn't mind a shot at a World Title, it's just that isn't what I'm after this year.  I just want the bragging rights--the win--to shatter a ceiling that no other man could puncture.  To hell with the Championships, I just want what rightfully belongs to me--

(He stops mid-sentence to see a man toting over to him wearing a devious grin.)

Jerrod Kaine: Hey, Hades, right?

Hades: Yeah..?

Jerrod Kaine: Kaine, Jerrod Kaine.

(Jerrod extends his hand to Hades, who just looks down at it and shortly after guides his eyes back up to his.)

Hades: So?

Jerrod Kaine: Heh-heh, not too big on manners are you?

Hades: (Folds his arms.) I'm just waiting on you to tell me why I should give a fuck who you are.

Jerrod Kaine: Boom!  There it is!  That animosity.  That--that sheer aggression!  That's just the kind of attitude I'm looking for in a client.

(Hades spits at him.)

Hades: Well I haven't acquired a need for a Manager right now, so beat it.

Jerrod Kaine: I think you may be in need of a second opinion there, because I don't know if I would agree with that assessment.

Hades: And what makes you such an expert on my career?

Jerrod Kaine: I've only been following your career since the very beginning, so I'd think I'd know a little something about it.

Hades: So has a lot of people.  But I wouldn't consider hiring them on to be my Manager either.

Jerrod Kaine: Touché.  But unlike them, I know a thing or two about good business.  Have you ever heard of Christian Hale?

Hades: No.

Jerrod Kaine: Seriously?  He was one of my best clients.  Heritage Champion.  World Champion.  He was even nominated for CWF Wrestler of the Year.

Hades: What's CWF?

Jerrod Kaine: You have got to be kidding me.

Hades: Gerald--

Jerrod Kaine: Jerrod.

Hades: What ever--Jerrod--first thing you should know about me is, I never kid.  And clearly we aren't going to get anywhere with this back and forth we got going on, so why don't you stop beating around the bush and just ask me if you can be my Manager?  That way I can decline and get on with my life because encase you haven't noticed, I have a very important match I have to be prepared for this week.

Jerrod Kaine: Yeah, the Grand Rampage, I totally understand.  But the Rampage is your past, you need to start thinking about your future here.

Hades: What?

Jerrod Kaine: Come on, you've been there and done that.  Why do you care to do it again?

Hades: You wouldn't understand.  It's just something I need to do.

(Hades turns to walk away but Jerrod follows him.)

Jerrod Kaine: Why?  Why do this when there are so many roads that'll take you to Pain for Pride?  Think about it, there's so much more that you haven't done.  Like The Cash in the Vault for instance, or going after the very Titles that you and Nick Angel never lost.  And lets not forget about all the people you swore you'd seek revenge after for their contribution in the down spiral of your career over the years.  Do you really want to go another day knowing that Jaywalker, Zack Crash, Diamond Cage, The Heart Break Boy, or the Pizza Boy got one over on you?  I wouldn't if I were your Manager.  I'd storm right into Impact's Office and demand that he give my client not only a marquee match at Pain for Pride, but with an opponent of his choosing and a respectful bonus to make up for all the years of mistreatment he's suffered from.

Hades: Hmm..that does sound nice.  You know what...you may be on to something there.  I've been in the EAW for a long time and have remained loyal to them through and through.  I've had to put up with these seasonal wrestlers, neglection, soul-crushing defeats, outside interference, being stripped of my Titles, abandoned by my so called "friends", and being booed out of arena's--I think that would be the least they could give me.  One match at Pain for Pride against anyone I choose.  It's too bad you wouldn't be able to make it happen on account of you're so full of shit and all.

Jerrod Kaine: Excuse me?

Hades: Don't insult my intelligence Jerrod.  This isn't my first rodeo, so let's not pretend that it is, I've been in this business for nearly five years now so I'm aware that when things begin to sound too good to be true, that they usually are.  And besides, I'm not going into the Grand Rampage looking to headline Pain for Pride or even worse challenge for a World Championship.

Jerrod Kaine: You're not?

Hades: No.  A year ago I swore to myself that by this time next year I would be in a matched that consisted of me defending a Championship rather than competing in a Battle Royale for the fourth year in a row, well it's officially next year, and just look where I'm at.  Right here--right fucking here!  Back where it all began!  It goes without saying that this year was a tough year for me.  Here I was foolishly thinking that I was well on my way to discovering something more meaningful in my career as Answer's World Champion, when in reality I was just going in a circle.  I allowed myself to get caught up in what a Championship symbolized as opposed to what they're really for.  I lost sight of not only the promise I'd made to myself, but on what was really important.  That which drove me to come to the EAW in the first place.  Not the accolades, not the championships, or rewards; it was the hopes of my life's work being Immortalized in the EAW Hall of Fame.  That's where all of my trials truly count for something.  Did you think artists like Michaelangelo and Leonardo Da Vinci worked their entire lives to master their crafts only to win awards and plaques?  No.  They wanted their art displayed for the generations to come, and dammit so do I!  Which is why I'm competing in the Grand Rampage this year--not for a Title shot--but to solidify my claims as the greatest Grand Rampage Participant to ever walk these halls.  And besides, there comes a time when one must ask themselves, "What do I need with a Championship anymore?"  I mean look at me, I'm a near 6'10, 300 pound monster incarnate and one of the most dangerous beings in EAW History; and even when I thought I did, I never needed a Title to remind me of that.

This year is all about the glory and the prestige alone that comes with me winning the Grand Rampage.  Nothing more, nothing less.  Now if you'll excuse me, I have something more valuable to be doing with my time.

(Hades brushes pass Jerrod and departs from the area.)

 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 






 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
What was I thinking? I mean… when I really think about it, why did I cash in that briefcase at Reckless Wiring. I mean, this was everything that I wanted… I wanted the fame; I wanted the glory; I wanted the recognition of being able call myself the EAW Champion, but I never thought that I would be in the position I am now. I have to face Charlie Scene at the Grand Rampage! This was meant to be my first defence… the champion isn’t meant to lose their championship this quickly! But, how?! How am I meant to overcome a man like Charlie Scene?! How am I meant to overcome a man like that?! Nobody has been able to stop him… absolutely nobody. He ran through the former champion to get this opportunity. I needed to cash in that briefcase, just for the slightest chance of becoming champion… and I only did so by the skin of my teeth! Charlie Scene did it without seemingly breaking a sweat! I’m done for! I’m not going to be able to win! The world is going to see that I’m not the best in the world! This charade is over! My career is over! I’m never going to be able to come back from this… I’m going to have to go back wrestling in front of people that are cramped inside those tiny warehouses. I’m going to have to start scrubbing toilets, just to get by. But, hey, at least I got to live my dream, even if it’s only for the shortest of moments… and it’s not like I’m going to be the only man that’s going to have to fall at the feet of Charlie. Everyone is eventually going to have to go through the same fate that I will at the Grand Rampage… I just picked the short straw, I have to swallow my pride and take this beating like a real man! Maybe then, the world will finally respect my name. That’s the mindset I’m meant to be in right now, isn’t it Charlie? I’m meant to be starting to doubt myself, right? I’m meant to be questioning what I’m going to need to do to walk out of Grand Rampage under my own willpower, let alone as the EAW Champion. Well, my friend here’s the real kicker…
 
I’m not.
 
You see, finally Charlie, this all comes down to the two people that it should have always been between. This isn’t about Zack Crash or Y2Impact. This is about who deserves to be the EAW Champion and sit on the throne at the very top of this company. You stand there so proudly, like you’ve accomplished so much since returning. Congratulations, you’ve beat a man that has less talent in his entire body, than I do in my little finger, in the form of Kerry Keller. Congratulations, you were able to feast on the shell of a man that I turned Diamond Cage into after taking the one thing that he had fought for his entire career. You act as if you’re unstoppable, but, since you’ve returned, one thing that I’ve learned about you is that when things begin to get a little tough, Charlie Scene proves that he really isn’t as good as he believes he is. I watched as you tried to stand toe to toe with Mr. DEDEDE; you had the opportunity to prove that you deserved to stand at the top of this company with the men that this world look upon as it’s elite and it took House Vendetta to save you when things started to get a little too tough. But, Charlie, you’re a man that I’m meant to fear? What happens when that dream of holding the EAW Championship begins to slip between your fingers at Grand Rampage? What happens when that vision you have of holding the EAW Championship begins to become nothing more than an illusion that has grown from the seeds that Y2Impact had planted in your mind? You can’t hit me in the back of the head with whatever you please. You can’t run. You can’t hide. You see, I said it on Voltage; I never retaliated for what you’ve done to me over these past few weeks because I never needed to. I get you one on one. No Y2Impact. No Zack Crash. No Scott Diamond. No Heart Break Boy. There’s going to be nobody but the both of us, Charlie. That’s where I prove to you why I am the man that sits on his throne at the top of the food chain. That’s where I prove to you why I am the EAW Champion. As I’ve said in the past; whether I need to outwrestle you or whether I need to simply knock every single one of your teeth down your throat. At Grand Rampage, these fifteen minutes in my spotlight are over and when I’m finish with you, maybe your old pal Y2Impact can step up and learn why I am the Best Wrestler in the World.

Never fight fair with a stranger, boy. You'll never get out of the jungle that way.

I must survive the jungle to reach the glory. I have been condemned as of late in my affairs to not play fair with the rest of my mates. What my colleagues have yet to come to realize is that you cannot choose to play it fair if you intend to make it far in this competition. As an old hand, I must preach trust is the last thing you want to be confiding in because what you will come to realize soon enough is that when you need it most: it will leave you in the dust. I have participated in this competition with some of my best mates only to find a shard stabbed in my back because they obviously thought that grandeur eclipsed true friendship and I thought them ill-advised for it. However it was I who was ill-advised for what I have come to realize is that they could have not been more right. Your pact is limited however accolades are imprinted into the history forever. People do not look back and reminiscence  about when a certain pact was at its utmost potential, they look back at the history to see and judge an elitist by his accolades and his grandeur. You want to believe that by teaming with someone, you have the edge for you have the numbers and what you think is your greatest trump card will end being your most foul hand. We have seen more of our fair shares of pacts broken up in this kind of match than any other in the history of this company and it comes of no real astonishment. You must first be willing to rely on the numbers working for you, trust that you will last long enough in the jungle to see your partner come out, be able to work thoroughly with them throughout the match and then just hope that it does not come down to the just the lot of you two at any point for it will spark malice and lust and end up with one of the two partners over the rope. A single man who only relies on his talents knows his limits and for most cases, the kind of situations he will fall into so he can resolve them. Even if he is faced with a trump card, it is one mind making all the decisions for him so he remains with a clear mind. If there are two minds making contradictory decisions then turmoil awaits. I bring this up because I do see a fair share of tag teams participating in the contest this year so out of the benevolence of my heart, I looked to give you some insight on what you can expect in this kind of match. In the end, it will not in fact be me that will end up eliminating you but your pact and its indecision, its uncertainty that will lead to your elimination. If by some sheer bullshit luck, a team is able to co-exist for so long in this kind of match then I won't mind kindly taking the matters into my hands to eliminate them. I am already going to end up disposing of them anyways, adding a list of a duo or quad won't be of much trouble to me. 

Every jungle needs a ringleader leading its realm and I will take the opportunity presented at Grand Rampage to prove to everyone that man is me; I am the domineering monarch this company needs and will receive.

You on the other hand Vic Vendetta are most definitely not that ringleader. 

It is so nice to see you take time out of the runt of the litter behind the arse caressing to address the lot of us. I know you believe that being engaged in some of prodigious faction gives you some kind of edge in this kind of match but I am here to prove to you that you are as luckless either way. Whilst I may see more capacity in your faction than I do with Holy Brigades, there is no doubt in my mind that you two shed the same kind of cloth. You are not authentic Vic for you will end up doing what you have always done regardless of what oddity you claim to be. I actually find it quite priceless that you have taken it upon yourself to proclaim me as the man who has had to resort to coming back again and again when you are no indifferent than myself. You want display me as the 'human pimple' who just cannot stop pursuing but what of you? If I recall correctly, you have been in this company longer than I have and definitely do not share the same kind of the amazing accolades with me. You have been at the top of the slithery ladder longer than I have with more chances than me and yet you want to belittle me. I want you to stop being a hypocrite and take a good look at yourself. I know that we are both here at this current moment trying to amend for all the missteps we have taken in the past but you aren't exactly convincing anyone. You have taken it upon yourself to participate in a polygamy with some kind of family and haven't produced one warranted result, one result that pops out to anyone. You want to know how I have been amending for all my missteps over the previous years? I have decided to take myself more earnestly and take the roster apart from the top of the bottom. I have proven to each and every single member or 'elitist' of this company that my return was not just been another venture for three months but something to be looked as aggressive, something that will end up defining my whole career. I look at you and cannot stop to chuckle to see how far you have degraded yourself and then you actually have the nerve to claim that you have any kind of chance in this Grand Rampage. I do not know what lies you have been fed but to claim such a bullshit thing, I can actually believe that you may have gone full insane at this point. You have no merit whatsoever! You have no chance! You simply do not intimidate anyone anymore because you are the true shadow of once you were who is reclaim previous glory in anyway he can. I want you to remain with these foolish claims though so by the weekends end, you are able to see yourself flounder at yet another amazing opportunity. Your antics just can't cut it. You can't cut it anymore. It is time for the blue blood prince to lead from the front.

It is amazing to see how many different personas participate in such a competition in a match and yet how so many of them are limited. I have heard more protests from elitists not being mentioned by other elitists than I have heard actual preaches of them talking about something actually pertains to the match. I simply provided my reasoning and playing second fiddle to someone else's success or proclaiming yourself as the Ace of EAW simply does not cut it. I am aware of such facts but what more are you willing to bring to the table?

I have laid out everything on the table. It doesn't matter to me whether my documented victory is over a couple of duds or glory assailants because at the end of the day: the blue blood prince only has one objective and that is to be able to claim himself the amazing Grand Rampage victor. There is no doubt about it, my victory awaits. I will rule the jungle with force.

*The scene begins with Tarah Nova standing with her back to the camera as she watches the cars drive past the window of a bar in Dortmund, Germany. After a short moment, Tarah turns around to look at the camera with an unreadable expression on her face. With a sigh, she begins to speak.*

Its truly sad that almost all of the Elitists forgot or don’t really care about me being in the Grand Rampage this year. I mean, it feels like they don’t see me as a threat which is a big mistake. Like is it really that hard for someone to actually think that a Vixen like myself has a chance of winning this thing? Is it that shamefully to even let the thought of a Vixen throwing an Elitists over the top rope happen? Its just pitiful that none of you god forsaken jackasses believe that I can do this. That I can’t walk in the path of the greats like Captain Charisma and Masters. They might be legendary Elitists now but I bet you anything that they were once the underdogs of this company. Yeah, they were once the Elitists that everyone would pass backstage and not give a single glance at. Then something happened. They started to win championships like the Hardcore, EAW World and the Interwired. Captain Charisma and Masters showed all of the Elitists and Vixens backstage to everyone man, woman and child in the stands that they were the best of the best all because they won this one match. And do you know what that match was called? It was called The Grand Rampage. Those two plus so many more ran into that match as the underdogs and walked out Headlining a Pain for Pride show. Just like I’m going too. Let me tell you all something. Since day one, I was a underdog in this Company. I had to claw and climb my way to the top while hundreds and hundreds of people watched me. They all hoped I’d fail and leave this place. It took a while but I showed them all that I could do it. I made it to the top of the mountain in the Vixens Division but somehow everyone still believes that I’ll fail. Through I guess you could say its a good thing that people believe I will fail in the Grand Rampage match. Maybe its a good thing I’m not in the limelight this time. I could always prove them all wrong like I have been doing my whole career.


*Tarah holds her Vixen’s Championship up to the camera then lays it on her shoulder*

As you see I have proven a lot of people wrong before so thats what I’ll do now. So many people have tried to knock me down in the past. Sadly I have fallen once or twice but none could keep me down for long though. This time I won’t even hit the ground. You see, everyone in the match is fighting for themselves. Once you slide into that ring, its you vs 30 other Elitists and Vixens. No one will help you and even if they do; three seconds later they will turn on you. A Team like The Holy Bitch Brigade might look like they're fighting for each other but their not. Not like me and my partner will be. Like Sir Genesis said earlier this week: If I need some double team help. He’ll be there for me. You see, unlike Bitches, Freaks stick together. Even though we’re a new tag team, I know we’ll be there in a heartbeat to help one another out. For example, if I need help planting a big boot to the face of Alex Anderson, He will help me with that. *Tarah smirks at the camera* Now I bring Alex Anderson up for a reason and here it is: I believe he’s a sad and pathetic human being. You see, he thinks highly of himself and it makes me sick. He also thinks every Elitists is afraid of him but why would every Elitists in EAW be scared of a little troll like him? Tell me Alex, did you ever think that maybe they haven’t spoken of you because you don’t have a chance of ever winning one of these matches. I mean I even have a higher chance of winning this thing then you do. The reality is that you can’t win the Grand Rampage. You have no chance. Luck is not on your side this Saturday. Not when you have people like Vance Tybull, Brian Daniels and Zach Genesis in the match. You talked about how you will do anything to win--even put your hands on a woman. Now that I think more about what you said, I hope you stay in the match till I get in there because I want to be the one that knocks you over that top rope. I don’t even care if what happens as long as I get the chance to knock some sense into your thick skull then I’ll be fine. Its time for you to be added to my Victim list anyway.

All in all, I’m ready for the Grand Rampage. I have been wanting to be in this match ever since I became a Vixen her so long ago. Over these two years, one of my goals was to hold a Elitists Championship and damnit I will give it my all to reach that goal. Blood, sweat and tears, I’ll make it. After Saturday, I’m going to show each and everyone of you so called Elitists that I can do anything you can do. I’ll be the last one standing. Me! My name is Tarah Nova, your Vixen’s Champion.. I am known as the Vixen Killer and also as the Savior of the Vixens Division. So now I think its time to save all of the EAW universe from the lies all the Elitists. Like it or not, the Age of Nova has arrive in the land of the Elitists and its about to make you all its bitch.

Believe that.

*The corner of Tarah’s lip twitches up as she stares at the camera with darkness in her eyes. Moments later, Tarah slowly walks away from the camera humming a soft song. The camera fades to black as Tarah walks out of the front door of the bar.*

♥