Funny that a man who caters to not one, but two voices, in his head dare claim a King lives in a fantasy world. It's either poetic, or simply the sheer example of madness. But Lannister shouldn't expect anything less. You took Lannister's words and made them your very own. A promising tactic no doubt - but one that leaves Lannister doubting if you were ever your own man. No, Norman - it doesn't work that way, at least not in the Kingdom of Elite. You have always been a man troubled by the perception, the reality, of the situation. And your misconceptions are in full force on this one - trying to blame Lannister as to why the Norman-based RAGNAROK is no longer an empire. Lannister had already spoken of this  - and the cause is quite known as to why that affiliation didn't work out as nicely as it was to be planned. But that is the fault of the greed of one Norman Hellion - not the King of Elite. The audacity you continue to showcase is not the least shocking, but Lannister would take you as a man who has the wherewithal to at least feed your lies in concrete, and not shallow claims. Maybe even, you have force fed yourself these lies that you always entail. Pity - you've swallowed it whole and left yourself without merit. Lannister has come to grips with the fact that he must continue to devalue the worth of your character. But perhaps he shouldn't have expected to devalue your integrity. But you can't color this lion surprised, not when one takes in consideration of the current company of "The Behemoth." But Lannister is beginning to think this war to come is not about the strength of two powerful Houses - but rather the difference between reality and perception. Fables and History Books. Strengths and weaknesses - survival of the fittest.

Normally fear is your unbound strength - but how you are caught in no man's land considering the circumstances. Fear is not how you break down the lion, nor a king who has built an empire through fear and blood himself. You were in fact apart of this empire once, but you replaced a brother's bond with corruption and greed. You are the poisoned kind of woe that fear itself doesn't even care to marvel at. You are a self-taught man in the truth of things - a man who has been bred to melt away the specting surroundings and make them your own. But how you wish to make new to your new surroundings, your new affiliations. And how you won't be able to achieve such an underlining aspect of your character. You tend to the darkness, and that's fine - you've bred yourself in it after all. Lannister will never judge you based off the world you have given yourself. Just come to know that it is inferior to the one that should have been. While you're playing ring around the Rosie with your "self", Lannister has constructed an alliance so great that even you should feel fear for the first time in your life. Maybe the last bit isn't true - maybe you have felt fear before, but nothing like this. You have learned to be devoid of emotion after all - and how can you not be enraged by what has transpired between us? Once more - you are caught in a circumstance that you are not used to. This is a personal vendetta you have against Lannister, dare not even to deny. You perhaps should fear what RAGNAROK has become - and even if you do not admit it - you are. There are many things you label you for, Mr. Hellion - but the sound of truth is not one of them. So Lannister will take the word of the man who dishes out platters - rather than the one that bites the hand that feeds. You can continue to doubt your surroundings - you can continue to doubt the very crown placed upon Lannister's head. But you didn't have much issue proclaiming King Lannister as the one true King when your interests aligned with your own.

You were always a self-serving man, and that can be respected. But not your word. This is what Lannister is trying to tell you, Norman. You have given up many things, many intangibles when you fed to your aggression and turned your back on your own brothers. But the merit of your word is the most apparent. Lannister did all he could for you - he took you under his wing, and he under yours. Together Lannister and Norman Hellion were bound - and separated from one side tugging. You were to inherit the empire of RAGNAROK, were such an unforgiving circumstance to present itself. But now it is only a lesson you can inherit now. You are nothing more to Lannister but bait these days - something to cast out to the sea for all of the other fish to latch onto. Lannister can serve you as an example, while serving justice to his realm. Or maybe, just maybe - your failures will finally bring some resolution to this heartbreak you have caused upon this house. Maybe Lannister will make a shrine out of you - a statue of remembrance. But instead of your glory and meaning to the crown - you can be a rule of thumb for what happens to those who impose on King Lannister's will. Because the rule is blood for blood - and Lannister's hands are far from dirty enough. So many options though - so many ways to tackle the treason of Norman Hellion. But you continue to punish yourself, before Lannister can even get his hands on you. It didn't even take any hard knocks for you to learn your lesson. Lannister only says this because your pleasure tends to negate the means of House Vendetta. You are a man troubled by reason - a treacherous pit you are pulling yourself into. Reason is the cancerous currency that all men try to rely upon. Hadn't Lannister taught you more than a man with reason?

Where is this darkness that you cling to, where is this aura of freedom that this black serves to you and your ideology. The black between your ears is what you claim to be your greatest ally - but how Lannister can take that away from you, too. There is NOTHING, and Lannister means NOTHING that he isn't capable of. These are the winds of change, Norman - and you're not apart of it. By choice. Lannister cares not how many times you have to hear that this week - because it should ring through your ears time and time again that all that is LEFT is the suffocating SOUND and REALIZATION that you had wronged yourself. This Trial By Combat is to rectify every ounce of hate - but it will not bound itself to your darkening ambitions. No, no Norman - power and prejudice cannot sustain each others company for long. Eventually - one pits itself against the other. Which is which, who is who, well, Lannister supposes that's what the battlefield on Saturday Night will determine. But regardless of your propaganda - regardless of your reasonings - desperation only takes you so far. You like to claim that Lannister is a desperate man, but it's actually quite the contrary. Lannister is on top of the world, his world. Pretenders and rivals come and go - but at the end of the day Lannister still reigns in his own supreme. You on the other hand Norman, try to fend off the brink of irrelevancy, the brink of humiliation and false aspirations. You will NEVER be anything more than what you were before with RAGNAROK - so how is it that Lannister can possibly serve you as a threat to the crown? Enemy, yes - that is an accurate description. But hardly a threat. Maybe if this was the Norman Hellion that Lannister aligned himself with - but you said it yourself that you are no longer that same man.

The reasonings behind why you are no longer what bred you that ruthless reputation is moot - it does not give Lannister a care of matter. The only horror that Lannister is bound to care about now is the one that leaves House Vendetta in a roar of deafening silence. You are in the right of things though, Norman - Lannister does have emotions and he caters to them. Perhaps if you had done the same, you would still be this company's Answers World Champion. Perhaps, perhaps not, though. But all the same - Lannister can't help but still feel the slightest of sympathy for this world that you made for yourself. But that's all you get, for mercy is now without question. Because now Lannister stares into a man stricken by not madness, but spite. So be it, though - because soon enough this black candle will fade. That is a compliment, isn't it? For a man that empowers himself to darkness, Lannister will at least be sending "Norman" to his home country, surrounded by familiar faces. So don't you dare worry Norman, this will all be over soon. This nightmare you have created will only last so long - Lannister can even hear the pounding of the heretic drums as he speaks. You can sail into the black - but not before the King's Justice. Lannister wishes he could take the high road and let bygones be bygones - but betrayal can only beckon from here. Lannister fully intends for you to take these regrets back to your "darkness" - replace them with the fables you have told yourself all along. That is the last parting gift that King Lannister will give you - for your service in RAGNAROK. He will at least show you that sense of consideration - one that will prove to be just in due time. But time is only a subjective term - and time is running out of.

So kneel to it, Norman Hellion. Worship the terror, that's what you've been bred to do after all. Call to this final eulogy and make it your own. Because that is all that you have left to give to this great empire. One way or the other, you will be a servant to RAGNAROK. Through bitter eyes or not - your sacred vow and prior allegiance to RAGNAROK has not been forgotten. And Lannister definitely expects this payment to be paid in full - for... a debt is to be bestowed to the crown. The TRUE crown.

Lannister's price, is still the only one worth paying for. Just a matter of the currency Lannister prefers is the only concept left to be determined.

How about we start and end with traitor's blood?

☤Tiberius Jones on a sofa is seen goofing off the National Elite Championship on the floor at his feet watching a flat screen and Joseph Anubis is shuffling papers in the background. Christopher Corrupt appears on the screen.☤

“Always remember that and recognize you never got that win the right way.”

☤TJ pauses the video and leans in real close and laughs, then looks at the camera with a fake baffled grin.☤

TJ: Is he serious?

☤Jones shakes his head and laughs.☤

Naaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh he can’t be serious.

Anubis: I believe he later says something about karma, Jones. In a coarse manner of speech.

TJ: She’s a bitch you mean, that’s what he said, right? Well everyone knows that. But you can’t let the bitches get their way, you dance with the cute quiet ones and you keep a firm hand for the others, you got to treat karma just like you would any other dumb bitch, at an arm’s reach away until you need something from her. I’m use to the crazy ladies, karma is well handled. But what’s with these two guys, Senn and Corrupt acting like bitches? Shit ain’t normal. They be stalking and on the prowl, gossiping like two school girls about how they’ll be the ones to get their hands on big ol Jones and they think got my number at the Grand Rampage?

What don’t you two get? I’m too slick for you two to get a firm grip on me, just give up.

Anubis: They fail to understand your great feat to come, the die is cast, and nothing can thwart what you are about to accomplish.

TJ: Listen, not only will the two of you not lay a finger on me in the Grand Rampage, but the truth of the matter is, I’m prepared to make the greatest number of eliminations that EAW has EVER seen. Soon, I will have been proven to have defeated more men in one fell swoop than anyone could have ever imagined. As for the Grand Rampage, if the two of you were smart, you’d duck the whole issue, you’d forget about this cute little chase you got going on, because guys like you never know if you’re doing the chasing, or are actually the little rodents being led into the mouse trap.

I’m not about to walk into a lion’s den, the den walks with me! I have a feeling that you two aren’t going to be surviving the jungle to reach the glory, EAW can shoehorn any tagline they want, but when you clash in the jungle the predators will get their pound of flesh. 

☤Jones stands up and makes a dismissive gesture towards Corrupt and Jacob Senn, then looks around. ☤

Now where’s that title?

☤Joseph Anubis picks it up from the floor and hands it to Jones. ☤

TJ: Ah, there it is. Can’t go losing this, not before it’s time. Soon, this will be taking me exactly where I belong.

☤Joseph Anubis and Tiberius walk of as the camera fades to black☤

*On the desk in Dr. Eddie Crane’s office, a large stack of labelled tapes are stacked on top of each other, creating a rather formidable mountain. Dozens of names are scribbled on each of the now terribly outdated VHS cassettes. Some even are done in two parts, based on their run length*
 
*The camera starts to pan out, to show Dr. Eddie Hawke showing a look of complete shock and disbelief. He quickly takes off his glasses, reaches for his pocket handkerchief, and proceeds to clean them, as he proceeds to put his glasses on with a deep sigh. He then walks over to his table, and starts picking up a bunch of tapes*
 
Dr. Hawke: I get that a lot of these guys have nothing better to do than jerk off and smoke pot all day, but God damn it, I have important things I need to do. How the hell am I supposed to deal with all of this?
 
Fuck it. Manual labour it is!
 
*The feed fades out for a second, as some text reading “24 Hours Later” crosses over, before itself fading back out. As the scene comes back in, Dr. Crane’s office is in the same situation, only the pile of VHS tapes have been piled up even more so*
 
*The major difference, of course, comes in the form of three African American men sitting by a TV, jotting down notes as they listen to promo after promo from various EAW Elitists. As they finish off their notes, Dr. Hawke enters his office, being pursued by a slightly cut up GI Styles, his eyes glazed over in an even more extreme version of apathy that he usually displays*
 
Dr. Hawke: So…You guys get anything?
 
Man #1: Eh…Usual stuff you told us to look out for. At least 6 guys have guaranteed a win, most of them promise to wipe the floor with other people. Even that Pizza Boy kid seemed serious.
 
Dr. Hawke: Heh. In a lot of ways, I’m worried about him more than most of the other guys. Kid’s a dweeb, but he’s a lucky dweeb. And not even EOE or Dachs lucky, either. Anyone can pull out a fluke flash pinfall win over a competitor the caliber of GI. It’s one of the unfortunate things in the wrestling industry. For someone to win that many times, despite everything…Yeah, that worries me.
 
Heh. Carlos say anything?
 
Man #2: Usual diplomatic Carlos stuff. He respects GI, but will show him his power if and when they are the final 2 men in the match.
 
Dr. Hawke: You know, I want to say that the Bayou Battel Beast has lost his fire, but I wouldn’t actually hate that for GI’s sake. Based on what you said, pretty much everyone else was their usual jerkoff-y nature?
 
Man #3: Yeah pretty much.
 
Dr. Hawke: And Niceass McBoobs…Err…What’s her name again?
 
Man #2: Tarah Nova?
 
Dr. Hawke: Yeah. What did she say?
 
Man #1: That she’s going to w…
 
Dr. Hawke: IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT SHE SAID. One of those female whatevers competing in the Grand Rampage? Do that thing I told you to do.
 

 
Dr. Hawke: Good. Because it doesn’t matter if it’s Carlos, The Pizza Boy, Niceass McBoobs or any of the other people in the match who weren’t important enough for me to mention, nobody is going to stop the unstoppable path of destruction laid down upon you by GI Styles! Tyler, look carefully, because at Pain For Pride…You’re next.
 

*A video package demonstrating GI Styles’ semi-dominance since he has returned from EAW. Conveniently omitted are those times he had lost, but fuck it. He smacked around Dachs and Montell a lot in those matches, so they weren’t complete losses. The feed then fades to black*

Tyler Parker has taken us hostage into his imaginary world. A world where seemingly only he exists, a world where he is everything he always wanted to be, a world where he actually stands a chance against me. Living a fantasy must be fun, huh? I apologize for bursting your bubble, but you're not the only human being on the face of the earth, you're not everything you aspired to be and you will never be - not on my watch and certainly not after what I plan on doing to you this Saturday and you don't stand a chance against this new me. I've spent months honing my craft, I have worked as hard as someone can possibly work to excel. I've improved in every aspect. I'll admit you were better than me. You PROVED you were better than me  by beating me. But you're not better than me now. For months THE WORLD HAS BEEN WITNESSING THE EVOLUTION OF LUCIAN BLACK. And this Saturday you will witness it too. Not only witness, you will experience it. And it won't be a beautiful experience I can assure you that, Tyler. You've worked for everything you have achieved throughout your career, but I have worked harder. You've fought, but I have fought smarter, with tooth and nail to defend my personal convictions, my ideals. You're on top of the world, but nothing lasts forever and, Tyler, you have a target on your back and I am locked and loaded, ready to strike.  I'm on my way to the top and you can't stop my ascension. And even if you manage to figure out a way to stop it somehow, I will figure out another way to get there. I know I will be World Heavyweight Champion it's just a matter of when. And I know what I am getting myself into. I know who you are, where you come from, what you are capable of when it comes to defending that championship belt, but I don't think you know what YOU have gotten yourself into. You keep underestimating and continually doubting and questioning my skill and ability, MY WILL. You don't know who you are up against. You will go to absolutely any length willingly? News flash! So would I!! Especially now that there is so much at stake. That's another thing you're failing to realize. How much is on the line. You're not just going to be defending a belt made of gold, you will be defending much more than just that. It's not the gold that matters, the history behind it matters. You will be defending the honor of all the former World Heavyweight Champions, you will be defending greatness, POWER. And if you lose? You will fail yourself, but you will also fail them. And that is exactly what will happen because you just don't have what it takes to beat me under these circumstances, with so much at stake and as evolved as I am right now. Your name is engraved on that title, but that doesn't mean it is rightfully yours. You haven't earned your second reign. Maybe if you worked your ass off for six more years like I have then maybe just maybe I would say you have every damn right to claim that title belongs to you, but you don't. Maybe in your fantasy world you do, but not in the real world. Yeah, I know you won't hesitate to inflict as much pain upon me as you can. I wouldn't hesitate either considering the magnitude of this match. I understand how much that title means to you, I know it practically has become your identity, but it doesn't belong to you. It means much more for me, I have worked so damn hard for this that I have EARNED the right, what you have not, to say it is MINE. To say I am OWED it, to say I am DESERVING of it, to say I am ENTITLED to it. I know how much agony I will have to endure, how much pain I will have to withstand to become World Heavyweight Champion at last. I know it won't be easy, but nothing easy is worth fighting for.  Unlike you I won't take anything away from you. I know how good you are. You're probably the best in the world today, but you won't be after I beat you. After I beat you I will be the NEW face of elite, I will be the ONE and the ONLY true KING and you.. you will be nothing but a peasant. A new contender for the National Elite Championship.We'll see who truly is sad and pathetic in the moment of truth. Many men have walked into the ring with me with that same exact mindset. Ending me, destroying me. Getting rid of me for good. Some have even tried to make a name for themselves at my expense, but they have all fallen before me ONE by ONE. Y2Impact thought my career was over when he beat me and guess what? He was wrong, I showed him just how damn resilient I am. I showed the entire world that I am a survivor. I survive no matter what. I've been told I won't get up a million times and a MILLION TIMES I HAVE GOTTEN UP. I can NOT be stopped. You said it yourself. The only way to get rid of me for good is to decapitate me and put my head on a spike, something you're going to need a LOT of luck to pull off. I've been saying I can and I will and you keep saying I can't and I won't. I know nothing I say will change your mind, but maybe there is something I can do. Destroy you come Grand Rampage and take what you care about most from you.


Give me five Across The Parks, give me five Depravities. GIVE ME TEN, GIVE ME TWENTY, GIVE ME THIRTY, GIVE ME FORTY, GIVE ME FIFTY I WOULD LOVE THAT. I WILL GO DOWN, BUT I WON'T STAY DOWN. GIVE ME ALL YOU GOT, HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT BECAUSE IF I BEAT YOU THIS SATURDAY YOU WON'T HAVE ANOTHER OPPORTUNITY TO DO IT. You won't have another chance to end my career. Not because I am not going to give you one, but because even the management, yes, the people's asses you have been kissing so much as of late? EVEN THEY WILL REALIZE JUST HOW SAD AND PATHETIC YOU ARE - NOT ME, SO SAD AND PATHETIC YOU WILL BE UNWORTHY IN THEIR EYES REGARDLESS HOW MANY KISSES YOU LEAVE MARKED ON THEIR ASSES.  It would be fun, but you know what will be more fun? Hitting you in the mouth... again and again and again and again and again until you have no teeth. Hitting you in the jaw until it is completely dislocated. SUPERMAN PUNCHING YOUR ENTIRE FACE UNTIL YOU'RE NO LONGER "DASHING". That'd be extremely fun, now wouldn't it? I want the World Heavyweight Championship more than you want to retain it. I will go to you and take it like you want me to. But first I want to make you suffer, I want you to feel how I have felt throughout all these years. Disregarded, overlooked, marginalized. I want you to be miserable just like I was. I want you to lose that belt and take six years to recapture it. And what I want I tend to get. Evidently, you're in denial, but deep down within you know I will take that title from you. I'm going to have the satisfaction of being World Heavyweight Champion and you will have the DISSATISFACTION of losing to me, of being VICTIMIZED by me. You will sleep knowing that. Actually, you won't sleep because you will be constantly thinking about me standing over your lifeless body with your most precious possession. It's funny that you think I'd be nothing without EAW because when I didn't have EAW I was a multiple time champion of the world. YOU would be nothing without this company, without it's world titles and we both know I am speaking the truth. You never achieved anything important outside of EAW. You're the one who needs this place, i don't. I'm falling into obscurity? Me? How am I falling into obscurity, into oblivion? I have never been better than I am right now and despite the things I have done these people acknowledge that. I'm not falling into obscurity, but you will after I take the World Heavyweight Championship home with me. It's not like hell, you don't know what hell is. I have been through hell. I have faced countless tribulations and hardships, but guess what ? I overcame them all. I made it back from hell ON MY OWN and here I am. Only one step closer to success. Want to know what hell truly is? What I am going to put you through at Grand Rampage. You'll face my wrath and you will be irritated when you don't escape it just like you are now, but you will have to learn to ACCEPT IT. I'll be the next World Heavyweight Champion and you will have to come to terms with that fact, like it or not, love me or hate me that is what is going to happen. You're my maker? Who are you, DDD now? Another guy who thinks he's God.. how original. How SAD, how UNFORTUNATE. Have you forgotten what they call me? They call me The God slayer. Because well, I slay the so called gods. I slain Kevin Devastation, I slain DEDEDE and I will slay you in just days. Just be patient. You don't decide, you don't dictate, you don't control shit, Scrappy. I DO AND I HAVE ALREADY CHOSEN YOUR FATE. Your fate will be your demise. It all ends for you this Saturday, Scrappy. You're no God of mine, nobody is. I make my own way, I carve my own path. And yours, and these people's because I FOOLED YOU ALL, I AM THE MASTER OF PUPPETS. I BEGUILED YOU LIKE THE SNAKE BEGUILED EVE. I PULL THE STRINGS HOWEVER I LIKE.  You hold the belt nobody denies that,  but I AM THE CHAMPION. I AM THE ONE WHO WILL BE DEFENDING THAT BELT, I ALREADY WON IT. I just don't have it in my power, but I already won that belt, I already EARNED that belt. No matter how you put it, I beat DEDEDE. I still beat him and you couldn't beat a vixen. Now THAT is sad, THAT is pathetic.


I know how badly you want me to quit. You want me out of this company because you know for a fact I pose a threat to your World Heavyweight Championship and because, well, it would a lot easier for you if I just rose the white flag and surrendered. But you won't get any of that, Tyler. You won't get what you want. I WILL NOT SURRENDER THE FIGHT. DO YOU HEAR THAT, SCRAPPY? SCRAPPY, SCRAPPY, SCRAPPY, SCRAPPY!! You must be unimaginably mad right now, hahahaaa. I've never beaten you, but there is always a first time, Scrappy. Each and every single time we have stepped foot inside the ring you have emerged victorious. You're right, how many times have you defended your title successfully against me? ZERO, Scrappy, ZERO. Your days as champion are counted. The clock is ticking so if I were you i would go hide somewhere although no matter how far you run, no matter where you hide I WILL find you. I'll find you and I will take the validation to my claim that I am THE World Champion. I'm at my best, I am better than I have ever been before. What makes you think you stand a chance against me? This is the first time we face off when there is so much at stake. I'm not only better than I was when I faced Y2Impact, I am better than I have ever been like i said before. And I think that's more than enough. I'm cognizant of your evolution as an elitist as well. I know you have become a threat to be reckoned with, I know our encounter will be a clash of titans, but I am not just a titan I am man who would do anything willingly to get what is his because that title isn't yours it is MINE. I have earned it. Through hard work and dedication. I shed blood, sweat and tears to get here and I am not leaving until I get what I am owed. You tried to insult me by calling me an animal and rather than insulted I feel amused honestly. Because I am an animal, an animal that has been backed into a corner and like animals THAT is when I am more dangerous. I don't think you've realized how important this match is. I'm without the shadow of a doubt the most threatening adversary you have ever encountered. Yet you continue to ignore that fact. But that's alright.. You won't be able to avoid facts much longer after I am World Heavyweight Champion. In all honesty, I can't wait to watch you try and "kill" like you say you're going to. It's going to be so much fun. We both share the same aspirations, we both want to rip each other's head, but you do realize only one of us can do that, right? There is no possible scenario  where we both walk out of Signal Iduna Park unscathed.Only one of us can attain victory and that man will be me. I'll make sure I am the last man standing. One way or the other, the night of April 25th is the night Lucian Black rises. The night an all new era commences.


That title means nothing because you MADE IT mean nothing. Of course it means something to me. Evidently, it means something to everyone on the Dynasty brand, but in general you made it mean nothing. Mainly because you don't deserve to have it strapped around your waist. You didn't earn that privilege.  But they handed it to you on a  silver platter anyway. You see, I may have lied about being a man of honor, but one thing I was always certain about, one thing I always knew was legitimate is the corruption that lives throughout the realm of EAW. I said it before and I will repeat myself again. Your threats? You aren't going to fulfill them. Big or little, you won't live up to everyone's expectations. You don't intimidate me, you don't frighten me. Your threats are insignificant. Only the weak fear, only the weak fret, only the weak tremble. Fear is possibly the emotion i despise the most. It so weak. YOU are so weak, Tyler. Because although you won't want to admit it you are afraid. You're afraid not just of me but of the possibility of losing that championship belt. You constantly wonder how your life would be if I dethrone you -- when I dethrone you. It will be miserable, that's for sure. And I will be happy if it is that way. And not because I don't like you.. Because you deserve to go through what I went through - ALL OF YOU DO.  YOU WERE UNSUCCESSFUL AT TAKING ME DOWN. HAD YOU BEEN SUCCESSFUL I WOULDN'T BE STANDING IN FRONT OF THESE DAMN CAMERAS RIGHT NOW. I could've given up, I could have surrendered after I lost to Impact, after I lost to you, after I lost to DREADED but I did NOT. And even if you manage to defeat me I won't give up. Which is what you want, what they want, what everybody wants. I'm not giving you pieces of shit that satisfaction. You said you would eliminate me and you failed to fulfill your objective, your promise. And just like you failed to get rid of me at MSM, just like Xavier Williams and DEDEDE fail, you will fail AGAIN. I'm unbreakable, they don't call me superman for no reason. You have fulfilled some promises, but you haven't fulfilled your promises of utterly eradicating my being and you won't ever fulfill them and it will haunt you for the rest of your miserable days until your heart plays it's final BEAT."You don't have what it takes", "You don't have what it takes", "You don't have what it takes"... This is what I am talking about, don't you got anything intelligent to say? Scratch that, anything different to say at all? You're boring, you are monotonous as a champion and we're all tired of you, sick of you and everything you embody. This Saturday I am going to make this company and these people a favor. I'm going to fulfill MY promise of taking your belt and making you fall into obscurity, into oblivion, OFF the MAP.


Deep down within I KNOW I have what it takes to beat you, even THEY know I can beat you, I WILL beat you. I didn't resort to anything you did. You started with the childish little insults. You called me a cockroach, a piece of shit. The difference between you and I is I don't care what you call me because what truly matters isn't what we say but what we do. Like I have said before actions speak louder than words and MY actions will speak so loud your ears will bleed come Grand Rampage. If being called "Scrappy" doesn't bother you then why are you so irritated? Wait, I think I know why.. Because you know in your heart you don't stand a chance against me. This isn't about longevity, this isn't about who's been going at it longer. This is about who has actually earned the right to be called champion and frankly you haven't earned shit. I have. And anyone who has followed my career from day one would agree. They know how arduous my road to greatness has been, how bumpy. I didn't have it easy like you did. Those who have witnessed my progress as an elitist would agree. I used to be terrible at everything that had to do with professional wrestling. In every aspect of this sport, my inferiority was solidified. I was told I'd never amount to anything by many people, that I would always be a loser. But I proved them wrong. Just like I will prove YOU wrong. You've been remarkably good at everything regarding this sport most of your career, not me. It took me years to excel and to this day I continue to excel month after month, week after week, day after day, I excel, I improve dramatically and drastically. Of course you're going to say you have improved more than I have. Every time I say something or do something you say the same thing and do the same thing so that people perceive you as superior to me, but you are not superior to me and I will prove that this Saturday when we ultimately come face to face, toe to toe. I know all you care about is the title you don't even have to say it. You pretend to care for these people, for this company. You pretend to care for the greats of the past so you defend them. But you only care about that title and keeping it for yourself. So do I, but at least I am not afraid to admit it. Something you're too much of a bitch to do. You won't be satisfied with your reign if you lose this Saturday? YOU SHOULD'VE BEEN SATISFIED WITH YOUR FIRST REIGN. YOU SHOULD HAVE NEVER BECAME A TWO TIME WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION BECAUSE THERE IS A LIST, A LONG LIST OF PEOPLE WHO DESERVED THAT REIGN MORE THAN YOU DO. And I am on top of that list, Parker. And I'm the one who is considered to be selfish. YOU embody every characteristic of the selfish, of the egotistic. This Saturday it all ends. I hope you're ready, I hope you're fully prepared for this match because, Tyler... I AM. More than I have EVER been in my entire life.

Hello EAW. 

Hello to all the fans watching and to all of the men and women who will be competing in the Grand Rampage this Saturday. I have had the privilege of competing in several previous Grand Rampage competitions and I look forward to competing in making my third consecutive appearance in what many consider to be Elite Answers Wrestling’s premier event. 

Now, I know a lot of people have been telling you all about how awesome they are and how all the training that they have done will lead them to victory. They talk about being healed, being driven, being focused on the glory that awaits them if they are the fortunate and worthy soul to be left standing in the ring once the Grand Rampage, EAW’s ultimate rite of passage, is complete. One person will go on to claim that right, and everyone….from Tarah Nova to The Pizza Guy to Vance Tybull to Heart Break Boy to Jacob Senn to Hades The Hellraiser believes that it will be their right and their right alone. Honestly I can’t say I blame them too much for that thinking: This may be the best field of competitors that has ever been produced for a Grand Rampage.

I can never recall this many former champions involved in a Grand Rampage. HBB, Montell Smooth, Jacob Senn, Brian Daniels, Hades The Hellraiser, Zach Crash…all these men are former World Champions at some point in time. I’m not even going to bother mentioning the Interwire, National Elite and other champions who are taking part in this extraordinary event. There are a lot of people that I would like to say a quick word to who are involved in this event…..I’m going to wait on that though.

Everyone seems to believe that they will win this event but I don’t really know what to believe. My record in the Grand Rampage is not a very good one. I have not made a complete embarrassment of myself, but I’ve never come close. I have done a lot to prepare for this moment ever since I fell to Jacob Senn in the semifinals of the Gold Rush tournament but even now I just don’t know how certain I can speak to you about winning this contest. As I told Montell last week before I suplexed him on his head and knocked out Donny Diamond with the Angel’s Wing, the odds are not with you when it comes to Grand Rampage. You have a 1 in 30 chance of winning. What can you really promise with such overwhelming odds? How can you tell the people who cheer for you how you feel about your chances without sounding as if you don’t believe? 

I think I’ve figured it out.

No matter what happens in the Grand Rampage…whether I’m the first one thrown out or the last man standing, I will give EVERY ounce of effort that I have left in my soul. I’m not undefeated, I’m not a former EAW World Champion, but I’m Carlos Rosso goddamn it. There are no people participating in this match that scare me. There are no people who could be surprise entrants that I fear. There are no injuries, no sicknesses, no travel problems that can keep me out of that ring on Saturday Night. I will fight so hard, so fiercely, so desperately that no matter how long I’m involved in the Grand Rampage people will look back and note that Carlos Rosso played a significant role in it. They will say that he did something to alter the course of EAW’s history in that ring. 

Now that the boring declarations are over, there are just a few people I want to say hello to real quickly: 

Montell Smooth: Feeling better? I have to say that you didn’t suffer the fall for your team but it felt great to get my hand raised against you and Donny Diamond on Dynasty. You have talked so much shit about me, nearly all of it unprovoked, just to prove a point about how you should be given this or have a chance to do that. If anyone around EAW has a legitimate gripe about things not going his or her way, I would say it’s me. But I’m not going to go around whining and bitching about it, not anymore. I’m going to go do something about it and prove my worth again and again until there is no other alternative to giving me my rightful opportunities. I look forward to seeing you in the Grand Rampage and I would love nothing more than putting another blemish on your name by throwing you over the top rope.

Hades The Hellraiser: I don’t know how the hell you lost to a guy who delivers pizzas for a side gig on international television last Voltage, but you are a former World Champion and someone who has eliminated me from Grand Rampages past. This time, I will be ready. There will be payback if you stand in my way. I have nothing personal against you otherwise, but just know if I see you, I will not be eliminated by you AGAIN. 

Tarah Nova: I applaud your courage but understand you being a woman doesn’t make you immune to my fists. 

Maxwell Dachs and Donny Diamond: I don’t quite understand the two of you. For some reason you two seem to have it in for me. The “Intergalactic Champion” and a nobody who gets lucky one week and thinks that he’s somehow better than me. I’ve broken both of you before and if either of you wants to try your luck again, I’ll be more than happy to guide your carcass and your ambitions out of the ring. 

Heart Break Boy: We have a long, winding history, don’t we? CWF, LEGION, AWA….just about everywhere that we have been eventually we have clashed. Sometimes, you have won. Sometimes I have. I don’t understand your transformation recently but I’m proud that you have the courage to continue on with your career when others have either been forced out, retired voluntarily or made such a mockery of their careers that they no longer hold the esteem they once had. All I know is that you are somehow different than what you used to be. Stronger both of mind and body. So am I. I am better than the man who has won championship after championship in his career. There is only one place where I have not had a title that labels me the best in the world at what I do. That is here. I nothing but the utmost respect for you as a man, as a wrestler, as a man of faith. That respect will be put aside if we have to cross paths in that ring. You are one of the people who I have always considered the Gold Standard in this business. People can mention Dedede, Jaywalker, Impact and other names all they wish but I sincerely believe that YOU are the heart and soul of our sport. I look forward to seeing you in the ring one more time. 

The Pizza Boy: Just who the hell are you? Really? How do you know Tony Rolland? How in the world did you beat Hades the Hellraiser? Something about you says that I have to take you seriously. Well, then again, that Barnum fellow won’t be able to help you. 

GI Styles: You and I have formed one of the most successful partnerships in EAW’s history. There are a lot of fans and wrestlers who think that it WAS the most successful team. You were the greatest National Extreme/Elite champion of all time and if anyone says different they are delusional. You have chosen to go your own way and I have gone mine. This Saturday we’re truly rivals once again. If you find yourself in a pinch, know that I’ll be there to help you. I owe you that much for your help with the recent issues I’ve had on Dynasty. However, once we are the last two, you’ll have a chance to see just how much I’ve improved since the last time we wrestled in a ring one on one. 

I will not allow myself to let the tears of another failure sting my tired eyes. None of you, friend or foe, giant or insect, man or woman, faithful or heretic will stop me from doing everything in my power to make my dream come true. 


Goodbye, tears.
Courage, Pleased to meet you.

GRAND RAMPAGE PR0M0 #1
 
As a wrestler, after you’ve been in a company for so long, you come realize that certain shows are more important than others.  Every federation has its select group of shows that they seem to put more effort into than the others to ensure that those shows will standout among the others that year.  The “Big 4” they tend to be called by the wrestling community.  But as Chairman, you learn WHY those shows are more important than others.  And now, as I sit here in this awesome position of power, I’ve discovered that out of our list of FPV shows, it isn’t Pain For Pride that is the most important.  It certainly has the biggest draw and the most spectacle, but all the same it is not the most important.  Rather…it’s the Grand Rampage!  The reason for this is quite simply and easy to understand once you think about it.  It’s because the Rampage Match can alter the very future of this company.  Imagine that kind of power for a second.  With one match, the ENTIRE course of a company’s future can be changed or redirected into an entirely different direction, for good or for bad.  While Pain For Pride has it’s historical matches and main-events, essentially they’re no different from any kind of match you might see at Territorial Invasion or at Road To Redemption, which are our other big shows.  But the Rampage is different!  This one match, this one winner, help shapes and entire shows image before it even completely forms.  And with one match…a person’s career is permanently etched into immortality!  There have been countless men to wear championship gold around their waist, myself included.  But of all the men and women to walk through the EAW door, only 7 have held the distinction of winning the Grand Rampage.  And soon we will be adding an 8th.  Some men who have won this match are Hall Of Famers, like .  But others have tainted the prestige with their failures, such as Chris Hessian.  So, to a man of my position, you want to be very careful about who you permit in this match, and even more careful about whom you allow to win it.  The Rampage is arguably the most prestigious accolade an Elitist can achieve in their career, and those to win it naturally find themselves irreversibly placed in the spotlight of EAW’s main-event scene.  At this point, the question for me becomes, when I look at an Elitist and I imagine them winning the Rampage, I gotta ask myself…do they deserve it?  Are they what would be best for EAW’s future and legacy?  Because like it or not, my responsibility is to consider EAW’s future.  I no longer have the luxury to think only in the present like you Elitists.  I now have the burden of hindsight, and must consider how someone’s actions, someone’s championship run, might affect things further down the line.  It’s why I couldn’t support Diamond Cage, and why I support Xavier Williams now.  Because Cage’s reign, while seemingly enjoyable and cool now, was going to cause ruin in the future, while Xavier’s will increase this company’s image.  All my actions and opinions are based on what I know to be best for everyone.  And this show, more than any other, is where I must consider what’s best for everyone.  I must calculate possible match-ups and draws for Pain For Pride, as well as that individual’s potential for future FPV shows that year.  Are they reliable?  How good of a wrestler are they?  Will the fans still pay money to see them after the hype of the Rampage has worn off?  All these and more I must consider as we go into the Rampage.  And as I look down the list of participants this year, I feel a certain sense of foreboding of the future!  I see a future that disgusts me!  A future filled with names like TLA…Maxwell Dachs…Devan Dubian…The Pizza Boy?!?!  Is this really the future EAW deserves?!  NO!!!  This company, these Elitists, these fans, all of them deserve better.  And that’s what I’m here to do.  I’m here to give you a brighter, better future.  And that future…is me!  With this upcoming Pain For Pride my first of many as Chairman, I can think of nothing more appropriate than for me to headline the event, after a stunning victory at the Grand Rampage.  And of everyone in this match, I’m certainly the most deserving.  
 
I have gone from the rookie very few expected anything of to the most powerful man in wrestling!  And I have done so with little to no help from anyone!  I had few believers, and few still believe in me.  But that’s only because they can’t stand the fact that they were wrong about me.  They were wrong about what I would achieve as an Elitist, and now they’re wrong about what I have achieved as Chairman.  I am the man who should be the name and face of EAW!  I have earned that distinction!  Back when I was in the same position as many of these rookies, and someone else was making all the decisions, I was passed over so many times because those in charge believed the future lay somewhere else.  They put their faith in men like Troy Conway, Johnny Nova, or Sir Hornetsky.  Yet where are these men today?  They are gone, while I’m still here.  Those who used to make the decisions before me proved they had no vision for what the future was, and perhaps in they’d invested in me more than they did, we wouldn’t have gotten into the slump we did.  But things are different.  My time at the bottom gave me new a perspective, and I learned how to see things for what they really are in this company.  I have righted the many wrongs they inflicted upon me and they company they claimed to love, and I have single-handedly pulled this company out of the hole it dug itself into.  I have taken this company’s image, refined it from Extreme to Elite, and now we’re known for the best wrestling available.  Now we’ve embarked on the most ambitious World Tour ever attempted in wrestling history.  But it isn’t enough!  There is still so much more work to be done, and a good Chairman never rest in his job to create the best possible product.  And I will continue to shape this federation into what I know it needs to be.  So many Elitists that think they are the future need to be reminded of who makes that final decision.  All of you are under my control!  When you achieve a victory, or win a championship, or obtain any kind of accolade, it is not because of your skill or hard work.  It is because I permitted your hard work to pay off!  With a word and a signed piece of paper, I can give you or take from you whatever I please!  Why do I bring all this up?  Not simply to threaten all of you, but to remind you all of where the power is!  You may be a champion, a legend, a promising young rookie, a veteran, a Vixen; not of it matters to me!  To me you are all simply cattle to be slaughtered at my pleasure.  You are either useful, in which case I might let you achieve something for yourself, or you are a threat…and I don’t tolerate threats!  I have a dream, a vision, a desire for EAW, and I intend to see it come about! 
 

When my number is up and I charge into that ring, it won’t be as your Chairman.  It’ll be as the greatest Elitist alive today!  And once I have eliminated the rest of you, nothing will be left to stand in the way of my perfect vision for EAW!  

-Grand Rampage Promo 1-

FBI DISCLAIMER: The following footage has been taken from the private VHS collection of Barney M. Bailey for pending investigations in his business practices.  The events presented took place on the morning of April 20th, 2015 in Double Tree Hotel room 237.

The camera fades in on Barney's disheveled face, unshaven and unkempt.  He stares into the lens with an aura of aged confusion in his eyes.

Ladies Voice in the Background: You coming back to bed?

Barney M. Bailey: Nah, I think I got what I wanted here.  

Barney turns his body from the camera, revealing a fairly pretty, if not somewhat weathered looking, woman strewn across the foot of his bed, decked out in red, high top, Converse, a purple zebra print pair of cut-off Zoobas, sporting a bandoleer of windbreaker colored fanny packs crossed across her chest as the only form of support of modesty to her attire.  Her hair's scrunchied off to one side of her head in a pony tail.  She pops some bubblicious as she eyes the anomalous camera.

Hooker: My dad had a camera like that, wooden panel retro look and all.  Said he found it in my grandpa's attic one day.  You sure you know how to use that rellic?

Barney M.Bailey: Sweetheart, I was shootin' smut for on-the-road purposes before your grandpappy was born!

Hooker: You certainly have some weird kinks, mister.  
]Barney M. Bailey: Yeah? Well no one paid you to have an opinion, did they?

Hooker: No, but they did pay me to act out the first and only season of 'Small Wonder', which I'm not even sure is a real television show.

Barney M Bailey: IT WAS A MASTER OF THE TELEVISION MEDIUM!  NOW GET OUT!

The confused and horrified girl rises from the bed and backs off toward the door as Barney advances on her.  Just as she turns to reach for the knob, Pizza Boy casually opens the door and his stopped in his tracks from the scene inside.

PB: I don't even want to know.

Barney grabs the prostitute by the elbow and leads her out the door, simultaneously pulling the stunned Pizza Boy inside.  He throws a wad of cash at the befuddled lady of theevening

Hooker: Wait, is this confederate money?!

Barney slams the door in her face and wraps his arm around PB's neck, welcomingly as he leads him into the bedroom.

BMB: What's on your mind, kiddo?

PB: You mean other than the fears of what you two might've done with a rubic's cube?

BMB: Clam it, kid!  If you're going to interrupt one of my sessions, you better damn well have a reason.

PB: I was thinking...

BMB: Mistake number one.

PB: -that maybe if I beat Hades, I might stand a chance in the battle royal at Grand Rampage?  I mean, number 25 is pretty late in the pecking order, Barney! All of the big dogs would potentially have offed one another by the time I made it to the ring.

BMB: Hmmm, you're getting ambitious, kid.  I like it!  But of course, that all depends on what goes down tonight with Hades.  Let's drop the pretense of whether or not you'll actually win the match.

PB: I will

BMB: Damn straight you will!  I've paid good money to make that happened.

PB: Right...wait, what?

BMB: Odds are, the cream will rise to the top in Grand Rampage match.  There aren't very many soft balls being pitched here in this battle royal.  You're almost it, kid.  

PB: So you're saying I'll lose?

BMB: Not necessarily.  Guys like GI Styles, HBB, Carlos Rosso, even Hades might forego your presence to take out bigger threats, and when they do, odds are you'll be stuck in the ring with a heavy hitter.

PB: Right...

BMB: And then there is, of course, the chance that former fell opponents other than Hades might come back to bite you in the ass.  Kerry Keller is in this bad boy as well.  I wouldn't be half surprised if he and Hades, that is if they last, and if you get the 25 spot, team up to take you out of the runnings...not that they need to, that is.  You don't weigh much, kid.

PB: And if I lose to Hades?

BMB: Well, let's just say your odds decrease a whole hell of a lot more.

Barney leads the dejected looking Pizza Boy back toward the door

BMB: Listen kid, it's your first year, and we haven't been training you to actually win this thing.  Me and Percival have been making sure you walk out of your match against Hades ALIVE.  What happens after that is completely irrelevant, because odds are, you wont be in much shape to fend off the opposition after less than a week of rest in you.

Barney opens up the door.  Pizza Boy, suddenly aware that he's been dismissed and led to leave, clenches his fists at his sides and snaps away from Barney's grasps.  He turns back to Bailey, sneering as he points an accusatory finger

PB: You're wrong!  I can do this!  Don't waste your money betting against me, because I plan to come out on top!  And when I do.

*SLAM*

Barney slams the door in PB's face and tiredly turns back to his bed.  He lifts his wig, scratching his bare scalp thoughtfully as he examines the floor with pursed lips.  A knock emits from the door behind him.  He snaps around and quickly opens it, revealing Percy standing in the hallway, dressed from head to toe in red leather like Eddie Murphy from "Delirious" with two girls on his arms.  Barney's shoulder's drop, as if expecting a fight to ensue.

BMB: Right, right...you three come in and get dressed.  Ladies, there are some moon boots and business jackets in the bathroom.  DON'T PULL OUT THE SHOULDERPADS! I'M SICK OF TELLING YOU LADIES!

Barney heads over to his camera with a renewed vigor on his face.  He picks it up and stares into the lens

BMB: We're going to make history.

The camera clicks off

The Life and Times of Vance Tybull
Grand Rampage 2015 Special Edition
Part Three


The Requiem of Vin Tybull – Part One

[A faded old trailer in the middle of nowhere. The humble abode of the once Alpha Wolf, Vin Tybull. These days, he’s nothing more than a drunk, really. After being humiliated by his son at the only thing he had left to stick his ego to, he’s been reduced to little more than a sniveling pile of self-pitying garbage. His problems buried at the bottom of a Jack Daniels bottle that’s been located by the night stand for a month now. He awakes from his sleep with a loud snort. He sits up and rubs is head, before rolling out of bed and grabbing the bottle, taking a swig, not realizing it’s empty. He looks at the empty bottle for a second before half-heartedly tossing it down to the ground. He rubs his face to clear the cobwebs out of his head and looks around his room, getting his senses about him. He stands up and looks around, noticing some pictures he has framed on a wall. 


He walks over to it and looks at an old picture he took back in July 2004 of him and his club with Zakk Wylde. He smiles, remembering the good times he had that day. He almost forgot that he’d actually had some good times after his career had dropped off. He notices his son Vance in the photo, his head just barely making it in to the shot. His heart skips a beat. He’d almost forgotten about what his son did to him just a short month ago. Almost. His focus shifts to a different portrait. This one doesn’t have Vance, but it does bear a face that makes his heart skip two beats. Farrah Tybull. His face droops a bit as this particular memory doesn’t bring sentimental feelings, but rather feelings of regret. 


Vin Tybull had forgotten just how truly beautiful Farrah Tybull was. He’d forgotten that spark he had inside of him when he first laid eyes on that woman. His heart sinks. He takes a step back and sits on the edge of his bed, laying his head to rest on his hands. What had he become? How much did he truly let slip through his fingers in pursuit of that one solitary goal he’d been fixated on for so long? So many questions flew through the man’s mind, but one thing he was sure of, was that none of what he had done was worth it in the end. Because in the end, he was here, in a shitty trailer with no money, no job, shitty cable and shitty liquor.


And thus, is the requiem of Vin Tybull.


Vin looks up. He looks around at all the empty bottles strewn about his floor. He looks again to the pictures. He stands up again, and goes to the picture of he and Farrah. He is suddenly struck by an air of nostalgia, and he remembers that the picture was taken the night they first met.]

--

Sun City, AZ
June 29th, 1988

[It’s a hot summer’s night in Sun City, and the hottest place to be is Charles Vous Francais (pronounced char-lay voo fran-say) Gentlemen’s Club. The club is packed full of would-be gentlemen, some taking advantage of the all-you-can-eat ribs. Through the main doors of the club steps Vin Tybull with a curly dark-brown mullet and pornstar mustache, complete with aviator sunglasses for full effect. He wears a leather jacket that completely clashes with his bright pink zubaz pants. He chews on a toothpick in his mouth as he makes way for his two buddies, fellow pro-wrestlers who he’s traveled the roads with, Derek Silver and Jack Grieves. Derek is a rather barrel chested man with oddly chiseled arms, a rather defined jawline, and a blonde goatee that matches his blonde mullet. Jack is a rather rough looking individual with a scar running from the bottom of his eye down the side of his cheek and a dark, low-cut flat top haircut. They both flank Vin as they make their way to the bar. Vin waves down the bartender and orders three Guinness for he and his friends. The bartender happily obliges and goes to the freezer.]

Derek: Good choice, Vin. The ladies around here are looking mighty fine tonight.

Vin: I know my way around this town. This was the first town we worked shows in when Gramps broke us in. This place is like a second home for us. Just remember we have to make it to Phoenix by tomorrow.

Derek: Yeah, yeah, we know.

Jack: I’m going to go to the stage.

[Jack turns and walks away from the three.]

Derek: Who put the stick up his ass?

Vin: Give the guy a break, you’d have a grimmer view on life if you fought in ‘Nam, too.

[The bartender comes back with the beers. Vin hands the bartender his money and grabs them, handing one off to Derek. They pop the caps and clank them together, taking a swig.]

Derek: I think I’ll go give Jack his Guinness.

Vin: Alright, I’m going to go to the bathroom.

[The two part ways, and Vin does not go to the bathroom, but rather requests a lap dance. He’s quickly taken to a table and satiated of his request. Vin takes a swig of his beer, and as he brings the bottle down, he notices that a new dancer has taken the stage, dancing to the song “Girls, Girls, Girls” by Motley Crue. But what startles him is the fact that, for the life of him, it seems like the woman is making direct eye contact with him. She twirls around the poll and begins removing her clothes. Vin looks her up and down and is absolutely astounded that such a lovely girl could be in such a seedy strip joint. He doesn’t look her over much, however, as her eyes are simply magnetizing to his. It is as if they pierce his very existence. He is absolutely floored by this girl’s presence. He has completely forgotten about the lap dance he is receiving at this point, as he simply cannot take his eyes off of this woman. 


The song ends, and she winks, before taking her removed garments and leaving the stage. Vin’s attention is finally broke by a shove to the shoulder from the lady who just gave him a lap dance.]

Dancer: I’m sorry I couldn’t hold your attention, but… money, please?

[Vin hands the girl some money and looks back to the stage. This new girl is just as rough as the others. Nothing like the one he’d just seen. He wonders for a minute if it was a mirage, but quickly stashes the notion when a high-pitched voice calls to him.]

Girl: Hey, muscles.

Vin: You’re…

Girl: The dancer you just couldn’t take your eyes off of, yes. My name is Farrah. I couldn’t help but notice… you don’t look like the greasy losers we usually get around here. What do you do for a living to afford such nice clothes?

Vin: I’m a professional wrestler, actually.

Farrah: Professional wrestler? So you know what it’s like to… perform with barely any clothes on.

Vin: I… uh… guess you could say that. Yeah.

Farrah: Me too!

[Vin laughs at Farrah, but continues talking to her. She sits down next to him and the pair chat for what seems like ages, Vin delving even deeper in to her mind, becoming even more mesmerized by the second. It was like she had known him for years. Vin is baffled how perfect this person seems for him. He’d never imagined just how much she would have in common with him. For the first time in his life, Vin Tybull has experienced something he never thought he’d be able to experience in a thousand eternities – love at first sight. She takes Vin by the hand and leads him outside to her car. She quickly unlocks it and opens the door, taking out a polaroid camera.]

Farrah: Will you take a picture with me? I’ll take two if you want, and give you one.

Vin: Why do you want a picture so bad? Because I’m a pro wrestler?

Farrah: No! I just… want to remember this night. I never thought in my wildest dreams I’d be so… intrigued by a guy I met at work.

[Vin lets out a laugh and nods his head. Farrah moves in next to Vin, and snaps two photos, consecutively. She grabs them out of the camera and hands one to Vin. They begin shaking their pictures. Their attention is suddenly diverted by a door crashing open from the direction of Charles Vous Francais. Two rather large bouncers toss Jack Grieves out on to the pavement, Derek following peacefully behind.]

Bouncer: You can’t touch the ladies like that!

Jack: She stepped on my nuts and expected me to pay her! So I paid her what I owed her!

[The door slams shut and Derek pulls an inebriated Jack up by his arm.]

Derek: If you’re done backhanding strippers, I’d like to go back to the hotel and get some sleep.

Jack: I guess sleep sounds good.

[The two start walking toward Vin and Farrah.]

Farrah: Are those your friends?

Vin: Yeah…

Farrah: They smack strippers?

Vin: Jack I’ve pretty much been stuck traveling with from town to town. He’s cool most of the time, but he gets really intense on a dime. Fighting in ‘Nam fucked him up.

Farrah: Oh… He isn’t going to smack me, is he?

Vin: If he does, I’ll break his neck. Does that mean you’re leaving with us?

Farrah: Well, that was my last dance of the night, so…

[Farrah giggles a little bit as the group of four heads to back to their respective hotel suites.]

--

[Vin stares up at the ceiling, wondering how he took such precious moments for granted. Suddenly, he feels a spark ignite inside of him, as if he’d suddenly been reinvigorated by this memory. He throws on a pair of jeans, a white shirt, some boots and a leather jacket and rushes out of his door.]

--

Grand Rampage 2015 – Promo #3


Vance: Each day seems to go by slower than the last as the anticipation mounts for the Grand Rampage. Despite the poor odds placed against me, my nerves remain ironclad. I just wish Saturday would get here already. I’m eager to start this new chapter in my career.

This media tour, as hectic as it may be, has been somewhat eye-opening. A couple of reporters have brought up some valid points. One of those valid points is the element of chaos that the Grand Rampage brings. I’ve been so laser focused on game-planning for 29 other men that I almost forgot just how unpredictable this match can be. The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry, and never is that more true than in the Grand Rampage. It only takes a single countdown from ten to one to bring in a surprise return that nobody has had the opportunity to game plan against. The fact that the ring could very well be filled to hold all thirty participants incites a particular air of chaos. These possibilities offer the most exciting outcomes for the fans, but perhaps the most perilous ones for the participants involved.

However, they don’t call me the Riot Maker for nothing. 

It’s because chaos is where I thrive. It’s in the madness and disarray that I find my opportunities to strike. It only takes a couple of moments in chaos to disorient even the most daunting of competitors, and it’s within those moments that openings are created. But not just openings… opportunities. You could see two bitter rivals like Zach Genesis and Scott Oasis go at each other’s throats, trying vehemently to eliminate the other, and in that moment, they take their eye off of their surroundings and BOOM, somebody like Vance Tybull swoops in and eliminates them both by surprise! A fearsome, relentless opponent like GI Styles could be relishing in a particularly satisfying elimination, when he takes a simple second too long and is unceremoniously dumped over the top rope. That’s the excitement of the Grand Rampage! The highest of stakes! You take your eye off the ball for one second? Your hopes of the highest glory have come crashing down, much like men’s bodies go crashing over the top rope and on to the floor. 

That’s the Grand Rampage for you. It’s a chance to incite unadulterated chaos among the elite of the elite in EAW. It’s a chance to prove that you’re the master of defying the odds and seizing opportunity. It’s the ultimate test of cunning. The ultimate trial by which heroes are measured. It’s a place where boys become men, men prove that they belong, and heroes ascend to their destiny. It’s perhaps the most beautiful disaster to watch, simply because you never know what will happen next, but you can almost guarantee that something crazy is going to happen every second of the long, grueling affair. 

But so many elitists try to turn chaos in to order. So many people try to reason out why they’re guaranteed a victory in such a hellish environment. I suppose it’s nice to have big dreams, to want to succeed where so many others have failed. But they are deluding themselves. There is absolutely no way to establish a solid plan for such a chaotic environment, I’ve learned that already. All you can hope to do is ride the wave of chaos to victory. And while others may be sure of their victory, I don’t even know what number I’m going to enter yet! So while there is no way to be certain I can ride this wave to victory, I’m damn sure going to grab a hold of this wave and ride it until the bitter end, like an intense, relentless surfer of chaos.

Cowa-fuckin’-bunga.

Grand Rampage Promo #1: "The Obvious"

*Kerry is celebrating in his locker room, after a bit of celebration, he begins to speak*

A victory over the Hall of Fame Champion huh? Things are really looking up for me. The victory was by countout though.... And I'm still a bit banged up from that vortex he gave me. But, hey, a victory is a victory, and I'll be moving on to Grand Rampage.


Now, here's a simple truth that I can easily admit to. I'm probably not winning Grand Rampage. But, this Sunday, more than Ever, heading into Pain For Pride. I HAVE to start proving myself. The last thing I need is to go from beating a main eventer, down to the lower/mid card again.

There is a lot of respectable talent in this match: Donny Diamond, Vance Tybull, Maxwell Dachs and Terry Chambers just to name a few. And lets not forget the people who have already been in the match before. People like Alex Anderson, Devan Dubian and Ventura. It's a daunting task in front of me indeed. But so was a Scott Diamond right?

In the end, just like in every other match I have something to prove here. Whether I prove it or not? Well, The Silencer will tell you that... And I'm sure the entire crowd will be Silenced at least once during the match.... *takes deep breath* SHHHHHH

 
 
 
 
 
 

In moments of pain, we seek revenge.

Your absolute goal right now is to get revenge against me.
My absolute goal right now is to win the Grand Rampage and on continue on the path to eventually headline Pain for Pride.

This is what sets us apart Brian, this is what has always set us apart. You have your eyes set on infinitesimal thing when the world of contingency stares right at your face. You have made it your mission to see to it that I be found lacking and go back to the slumber of irrelevancy where I have already slept away over three years of my career and in doing so, lost your way about your own career. Every single thing you have done, every single move you have taken in the last few months has been done with Devan Dubian in your mind. I have single-handedly determined every major move you have made in the past few months because you choose to not get over the matter of fact that I left you in the dust and when you got up and came swinging back, I dropped you on your arse not only once but twice. You have confirmed it yourself Brian, I am the man who stands between you and that one last world title. I am the anomaly - the peculiar obstacle you must overcome in order to feel worthy of headlining one of the biggest shows of the year and to win the world championship. But unlike you, I have not been so calculable in the past few months. Every major move that I have made in the past few months has all been for a more preponderant reason because believe it or not, I have been preparing for this weekend ever since King of Elite ended a few months ago. I know it sounds a bit radical but I made a commitment to myself that by Grand Rampage, I will have racked up enough victories and momentum to be judged as the absolute favorite to come out the winner. After seeing every enormous event pass me by; after seeing everyone's story being written before mines, I made a vow to myself - not to the bullshit lot of you but to myself that I would go on a wrecking mayhem and that is exactly what I did. My absolute goal is almost at its end line whilst you still stand there a desolate man still wandering about where it all went wrong. Every single time you thought you had the shot; the perfect opportunity to take that shard to my back as I once did for you, I completely turned the moment around and came out on top. 

We have been at this on and off for a good matter of eight months and I can't once recall a time since we started to fight on opposite sides that you have came out with the top hand. I realized that you have pulled a few minuscules momentum by attacking me from behind at the end of shows but you know as well as I, that is never enough at events that matter. The reason why I have been able to make this run more fortunate than any previous attempt is because I have experience. I can and will beat around the bush because the matter of fact is that I am not the same man anymore. I realize that I share the same ideals and obstacles that the once former me once faced but my mindset has completely changed. I now have the experience to realize when I am making the wrong turn because I have already made it before, I can make up for my past misconceptions. I know for a man who was faced with the same situation for the better part of his career that you will be able to understand this more than anyone else could. Or perhaps maybe not because as we saw, even becoming World Champion, you still subjected to the same newcomer aberrations and fell right back to the bottom. I bless for every moment that I have spent in this company because it has taught me things that a newcomer to this company will not be exposed to. It seems like a certain idea that all you have to do is rise up the ranks by consistently winning and putting on superb performances but we both know that is only half of the story. The other half is teeth or rather extra substance that is inked in little font on the contract that no one is able to see, you only get to know that stuff by actually experiencing it. I have done my time so let me go Brian and let me show you what the blue blood prince once given his opportunity is able to do and I can absolutely assure you that it will not be anything less than impeccably amazing. 

Every hero needs a rising story. It may be that my time took a while more so often than most people take but when the story is done, it will be cherished as a story to be read and analyzed forever. A man who cares too much of his honor gets to many lengths to prove that is a commendable man. I do not need your pity or your praises Brian because the matter off act is that it does not do me any good, not anymore. That is all I once cared for, my aspiration was to be recognized as one of the most good-natured and respected among the slums of this company but once you are at the bottom and see the true bullshit that runs this company then you know that does not matter. A true King rules with force, without any condolence or second thought because he is not doing it for the good of only himself or one or two families but his whole realm. His hand is forced to make the tough decisions and when it came down to it, that world championship reigned more supreme than friendships that haven't done me any good in years. You criticize me for being a second fiddle and I don't disagree. I will play the part that is required until I become main and take over the whole set Brian, it is just the basic laws of nature. Always coming second to someone or something has been disheartening but always a learning experience: a reason to come back at something stronger and this is why I cannot let Grand Rampage go Brian. Your attempts to ridicule me fly by my head because I have accepted my flaws Brian and this is the kind of prince - the kind of champion that this company deserves. After all those years that this company never granted me success, I am going to do something good for its sake; provide a world champion worth having and watching. My rise to the top, slowly but prosperously will finally cash in this Saturday.

I have ACCEPTED that I have lost and failed
I have ACCEPTED that I have won and triumphed.

What you need to come to ACCEPT NOW is that your chance; your story will go not printed. I still have a chance and try to play it down all you want but the matter of fact is that once you are eliminated from that Grand Rampage, it will be stimulant image that will upstart the rise and reign of the Amazing Devan Dubian and there is absolutely nothing you can do about that.

See DEDEDE, you've got it all wrong. This whole "passing the torch" thing isn't about giving younger guys a chance. That kind of thing has to be earned. I'm not entitled to anything. When I say you've done enough, I mean you've busted your ass off. Just look at your match against Norman and that alone should have put you in retirement yet you're still stood here with us today. This isn't even including everything you've suffered in the past. I actually went out of my way to compliment you but I guess even that isn't good enough these days seeing as how you decided to twist my words yet again. I was simply stating that there are guys like Jamie O'Hara, even Ryan who could carry that weight for you yet you've still stood by this company. I knew I said I wouldn't stand here and compliment you but I feel like it's necessary at this point. I don't care that you're still winning titles or that you're beating guys left and right. If it wasn't deserved, it wouldn't be happening. Either way, I couldn't care less because it doesn't affect me. I'm not going to act like you're getting in the way of some bright future that the world has in store for me because if I'm ever supposed to get there, I will in my own time. The same can be said for any world title, these tag titles or any other accomplishment in EAW. I'm not going to hide from that like everyone else seems to. I'm pretty sure you've heard enough of that bullshit to last a lifetime, anyway. I hate clichés just as much as you do and this just happens to be one of them. I'm not going to rant about it being time for the new breed break through. I'm not Alex Anderson.

Although on the topic of him, let's talk about the REALLY BAD idea. The little alliance we had lasted a week, if that. I was quick to realise that I'd gone off the deep end. In fact, I'm pretty sure you were in the ring with us when I ditched him. Is your memory really that bad? I made a mistake and I rectified it. You know, like you're supposed to. For that reason alone, I'm the perfect guy to give Ryan Savage tag team advice. Let alone the fact that, and I'm not sure if I'm even supposed to be bringing this up, I've been a tag team champion before. I've been at the top and I've been at the bottom. I've been in tag teams that have succeeded and I've been in ones that have failed and so has he. In fact, I probably know Ryan Savage even better than you do. He and I have almost always crossed paths, wherever we've gone. I know who he is. I know what he is and most importantly: I know his limits. 

One thing that still gets to me though... and I mean REALLY gets to me is not that you're twisting my words... it's that YOU are victimizing YOURSELF. I never said that Ryan would turn on you during this match or vice versa. All I'm doing is reminding you that it will, eventually, whether you want to accept it or not. Maybe not this Saturday, maybe not next week but it will. As for how we're going to beat you?  I'm sure you'd love for me to just give it away all because you asked me nicely.

But I'm not going to tell you. I'm not going to just give away our gameplan like that. That's how you end up losing. I'm pretty certain that I've made it clear that I'm not going to let that happen and this isn't any different. I'm not going to give you an invitation  to come and destroy everything that we've done to get here.

As for my "flawed analogy", you were completely missing the point. Of course the situations of the Quintessental Trailblazers and the Savage Ryans are completely different but that wasn't even relevant. It had nothing to do with who was established and who wasn't. The point I was making was that Impact wouldn't want what he'd done to be overshadowed. The same can probably be said for Ryan. He shouldn't have to accept that his title victories now mean nothing. What about all your world titles, DEDEDE? Are they irrelevant too now? Do you have some brighter future ahead of you like you claim Ryan does? You can't guarantee that just like you can't guarantee Ryan's future. You can predict all you like but at the end of the day it's another "what if" scenario. What if Ryan were to suffer a career ending injury during this match? What if he got bored and decided to call it quits? These are all factors that you have to consider. Ryan could have one of the brightest futures of an EAW Elitist, sure, but he could also have one of the worst downfalls in EAW history. If you want to call me out on what ifs, make sure you're not doing exactly the same before you do. But let's talk about putting ourselves on the map, seeing as how you think I'm so incapable of doing that. Winning titles, that doesn't necessarily put you on the map. Associating yourself with a Hall of Famer and household name? Definitely. I want to build my own career and I want to do it my way. I'm not saying that Ryan is intentionally leeching off of you by any means but you can't deny that it's certainly played a significant part in his career. If it weren't for the two of you joining forces, he wouldn't be getting the same opportunities he has now. Had I been put in those same positions, I'd have done everything I could to prove myself just as he has. That's not me predicting a possible outcome or fooling myself with false hope: It's a promise.

Speaking of AWF, though. It seems as though you remember it quite well which I'm sure means you remember my run as Hardcore Champion. Last ever. Longest reigning of this generation. Overcame men like Jacob Steele, Moonlight Predator, Scott Oasis and Kain Diablos. All of those men were looking to prove themselves as the next top star and I beat them all. I made my DEBUT in the main event of Chaos and continued to main event weekly shows until it was eventually closed down for good. I was one of AWF's top rising stars and that's something you'll never be able to take away from me. So go ahead, tell me that I don't have the character to make it in EAW but I already proved all my doubters wrong once before. 

I can do it again.

Even with your bond, I can do it. You and Ryan may have torn bonds apart and RAGNAROK is proof of that but again, look at ELITE. To a lesser extent, look at the People's Posse and Steele & Cruz. We tore them apart like they didn't even know each other, that being almost true about the latter of the two... but The Nas and Donny Diamond were best of friends. They'd gone through all of the trials and tribulations that two men could go through and we made all of that mean absolutely nothing. They weren't friends anymore. Hell, they weren't even acquaintances anymore. We turned them in to bitter enemies when Donny Diamond took out The Nas, possibly for good. That's not something you can teach. That's something you grow to learn over time. Norman Hellion? He was a traitor right from the beginning. He was looking out for himself and himself alone. He tried to use Lannister and Brody as his stepping stones to the Answers World Championship and while he may have got there, our King Lannister made sure that it didn't last by taking that title away from him. You may have almost destroyed RAGNAROK when you first won those tag team championships but now it's stronger than ever. New members isn't always a bad thing, DEDEDE. Just look at The House of Renegades. How many original members were still around when THOR was at it's peak? You weren't an original member. Hades wasn't an original member. Nick Angel wasn't an original member. The only THOR original was Venom and look what happened to him. He's back at the bottom of the food chain. Aren and I understand that we weren't a part of RAGNAROK when it was first born but we don't look at it as a reason to let our egos be inflated. The way we see it is that we have even more reason to be hungry for success. We have to prove ourselves even more than before because our King is depending on us to bring those tag team championships back. If we want to make anything of ourselves in EAW, we cannot fail this. This is a match that we can't afford to lose. If we do, it's back to the drawing board because everything you've said will have been right about us. That's not something I want to have to face in my future. I've been forced to start over too many times. This... this has to be different. I have to do this. Aren and I have to do this. It's time to start taking those extra steps forward and push ourselves to where we need to be.

But we're going to do it right.

We're not going to sneak our way in to a victory. All that does is prove that we weren't better than you, that we had to cheat to win. It proves that Death by Velocity AREN'T better than us because they had to do just that to get the win over us. They had to use the ropes for leverage and the proof is in the pudding that I would have kicked out. Yeah, you do what you can to win and all that malarkey so I'm not going to keep crying about it because the past is in the past. All that matters now is the Grand Rampage and this tag team title match. Guess what, you two? That shit isn't going to slide anymore because if you try and pull a fast one again, there's going to be two other men right there to stop you from slithering your way to those tag team championships. You're going to have to keep every other man down if you want to win and the only way you're going to do that is by surpassing us in that ring. If Voltage is any evidence of that then I know that's going to be near impossible for the two of you to pull, especially when you're facing four other men instead of two. Just put that in to consideration for a second. What do the two of you have that we don't? You clearly can't beat us without cheating your way to victory. Aren and I know each other inside and out. We're more accomplished than you are. We're more experienced in EAW than you are. What about what the two of you guys have against us? You might think that you can outsmart us but one cheap victory doesn't prove that. You came out telling everyone how you wanted to kick some ass and you wanted to earn your shot against the Savage Ryans but you didn't do either of those things. You straight up lied to everyone. That... that was actually an intelligent move. I hate to give it to you but it was. I can't hide that. I definitely don't agree with your methods but it was probably the first smart thing either of you have done in your entire careers. See, we talk big about having the edge against the two of you but what about our edge against the Savage Ryans? What have we got against them? Well for one, I know the best and the worst of Ryan Savage. Two, one of the disadvantages of having a career as illustrious as the one of Mr. DEDEDE is that there will be times where you slip up. We've studied those matches and learned from them. We've taught ourselves the mistakes you've made over the years DEDEDE and we've learned how to capitalize on them. I may be coming across as a bit of a hypocrite by going back on my word and telling you part of our gameplan but what are you honestly going to do now that we know every mistake you've made? You can't correct all of them, not at once. Eventually, you'll falter and that's when we come in. The same can be said for Ryan coming in to this match. I know every pole that Ryan Savage has and I know how to counter every move, every action, every movement. That's your problem, Ryan. In that ring you're so two dimensional. That rough-house style will only work for so long before someone is able to come in and end all of your momentum.

Death by Velocity, you've already shown your full potential. That is, unless you think you can actually beat us cleanly then by all means, go ahead and prove it instead of looking for the easy way out of this match. If you want revenge on DEDEDE and Ryan Savage, go ahead and go nuts. Meanwhile, we're more concerned with what matters most in this match and that's the tag team championships. We'll fight as hard as we must, harder if we can, and we're not going to leave that arena until we walk out with those titles. You can try, try as much as you possibly as you can to keep denying us but for as long as we're breathing, we'll bounce back harder and harder until we can no longer compete. I'm here to honor a promise to my friends and my King and if you want to get in the way of that, be my guest but I can assure you that it won't end well...

Forget the Grand Rampage match. We're making this the most must-see match of the show and we're going to win even if it kills us.

What about you, Death by Velocity? Are you willing to go that far for these tag titles? The Savage Ryans have already made it clear that they will and that's something I can respect. I have no respect for the two of you. You don't have to care and I honestly don't expect you to but without respect, you're not going to get anywhere. It doesn't matter who it's from. It could be from DEDEDE himself or Kerry fucking Keller; if you can't earn that respect then you don't deserve those titles. End of discussion.

This is it. This is the biggest moment of my EAW career so far and I'm not going to mess it up. I'm going all out for this match.

THIS. IS. IT.

Your "amazing" ego, will be the knife that kills you slowly, painfully... but you will not roar out of pain, you will not speak a word.

There's only your face; the face of discouragement - when you've acknowledged the insinuating has become an accurate allegation. I've spoken as thoroughly as possible, but we'll ever reach a terms where the two of us stand on the same grounds. It's becoming a pointless bitter rivalry and yet there's still the blackness in my heart that wants to fulfill my obligation of doing what I set out to do; win. There's twenty-eight other men in this bout, separated by numbers, attempting to become a roadblock for all of those that they encounter. You've formed this Cinderella story career, Devan Dubian - the same career that I once dreaded. You've lived in a drought for such an everlasting period of time, that your pure instinct is to remove what might as well be an artifact from one person and add into you're rather dull collection of accolades. You'll pull out every trick from your arsenal, to obtain your precious glorified triumph... but you're plagiarizing the story from everyone else. I'm starting to see no difference in you from anyone else. There's this wild thought, swarming around in your brain, forcing you to assert yourself as the high royalty; better than anyone you come across. It's the same relentless voice that speaks to the frantic, when they're pressured into finally flourish as they have never done before. It's going to be the same lie, that will have you suffering in the same position as you're accustomed to do. No matter how much you beat around the bush, no matter how much you want to drill it in my head, your head, the heads around you. Nothing will change for you - as it's taken you such a lengthened amount of time to reach where you've gotten to now. I can't express how much you've grown, especially your bravery to pick apart a story - to see it as another, when it's really your own. You're targeting me as the person you once were; lost, forgotten, and broken. It only taken you this long to pull yourself together. I get that the person you once was is no longer in our existence, but there's no reason to relive that same person by imagining him as another. That's exactly what you're doing with me, no matter how compelling your counter story is. It's authentic, even when you're playing with forgery.

You're unquestionably right about one thing, something I find hard for myself to admit. When I left this company as the reigning World Heavyweight Champion - there was always the large amount of guilt that I carried around with me, everywhere I would go. it pursued my thoughts, it haunted me like a nightmare that you never forgot. It was that same victory that elevated me though, it's the same achievement I needed to prove to myself that I was able to prosper where others couldn't. I've come back to right the wrongs, to prevail for a second time. But I didn't come back to use you as a "catalyst" as you so frequently endorse - to reconstruct momentum. It's only adding salt to a wound, when another setback came out of my doing. I won't mourn for you as I used to, when I felt that you were one of the more honorable men left in this company. But as many men before you, you allowed the desperation of greed to consume you. And how will another misfortune influence your future decisions? Maybe you'll revert to pandering, or maybe you'll navigate yourself into insanity. I surely hope that you won't place the blame on me though, when you're not the one advancing to the headline of Pain for Pride. I know it will greatly affect your career for the worse and I can honestly say that I couldn't give a care in the world. In fact, it pleasures me to see you stepping back once again - it's what you've become so fond of doing, it's become a hobby and skill of yours. Maybe you should endorse less in your egotistical tactics and focus completely on the silver. You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth, right? At this point, I wouldn't be amazed if you were expected everything to be dished out on a silver patter. As you've aren't shy about your magnificent riches beyond any man's imagination - I think that's been your weak spot all along. Everything was always handed to you, even your title as "prince", since when does losing to the King of Elite earn you any nobility? Succession, maybe, just maybe... be granted with birth, but it's what you do with it that makes you the man you are today.

The simplicity of understandings ones attentions at this time of year is astonishing. So astonishing that if one fails to realize the intentions of individuals, they can be labeled as fools. In my past, I have experienced this same atmosphere twice before, and I have partaken in it on each occasion. There are those, no matter how relevant they are in the company a of now, that will proclaim themselves as certain winners of this event. These events coming to pass is a rare event though. With only one man capable of victory, how can all these who, with doubt nonexistent within them, all be winners as they claim they will be? In this atmosphere is when people's arrogance comes to light. Even those who are accustomed to silence will let their voices be heard. Even those who have fallen into obscurity can use this as a chance to renew themselves and emerge with a newly discovered confidence that comes even with a strong showing. There are always the favorites who are regarded as certain winners and these favorites do often win, but there has been a few shocking moments throughout the history of this event. With arrogance at an all time high, it's safe to assume that egos have grown in size. Failure in this event can also lead to the breaking of ones spirit as sometimes it is felt that this, The Grand Rampage, is often one's last chance at grandeur and glory. As egos are made here, with strong performances they proceed to expand to even greater proportions, and with failure they often implode. Every individual who proclaims victory fails to understand the moments in which something transpires that could ruin everything for you, and these moments can often occur as fast as lightning strikes. Precision in this match is one of the components that can lead to success as even one minor incident or slip up can lead to an abrupt ending. People are bound to question my role in this match. Am I in it to help a comrade achieve something he's been a finger tips length away from for a long time, or do I use it as an opportunity to pursue my own ambitions as most individuals do? One under these circumstances can claim to do one thing, but in the heat of the moment, something that occurs as quick as lightning can happen, they can begin to question their role. I have never wavered when it comes to loyalty to a cause that I am truly dedicated to, but even the opportunity that comes with this can force me to second guess myself.


My past in the Grand Rampage isn't something to brag about. My performance in this event in 2013 when I had been in EAW for barely a month exceeds my showing in 2014 Grand Rampage when I had even grown accustomed to the extreme environment of this company. But how can I better myself for an event as unpredictable as this? The truth is that undertaking such a task as properly preparing yourself for this match is impossible as the possibilities are endless. I'm not going to stand here and proclaim certain victory as I know better than to act so irrational. I have never entered this match with absolute certainty that I would win like so many foolishly do, I just focus on utilizing all my assets and not leaving anything on the table. Unfortunately, circumstances have failed to be in my favor over the last two years in this event, but as the saying goes, the third time's the charm.

I will be forced to combat former comrades of mine in the likes of Christopher Corrupt and Jacob Senn who's success in the company I cannot disregard. Even a man I formed a strong friendship with in The House of Renegades is one I will be forced to perceive as an enemy. Hades, you have dominated this event the last two years in a row, and you won it last year. I don't deny the fact that you could do such a thing again, and if you do, I wouldn't be shocked in the least. When my alliance with these men ended, I never had any feelings that carried over that would lead one to assume that I despise them, as we split on good terms. Those three men and Nick and I are five individuals who all fought for the same cause in THOR. Our ambitions were and maybe still are identical, and I won't deny the fact that it could be thrilling to go up against these men.

There's individuals like Montell Smooth, Zach Genesis, TLA and even the Vixen's Champion, Tarah Nova, who can be placed in the same boat with me. It can be argued that Zach is perhaps believed to make an impact but I'm sure that even he can't deny that people aren't placing him on any pedestals. Those who aren't viewed as those who will make much of an impact in this match. People always jump to the big names, those who are accomplished are or have recently put together extended success that needs to be topped off with headlining Pain for Pride. I place all my opponents on equal ground, as one moment that opens up to an individual is chosen to be utilized by them could spell disaster for so many who disregarded them as mere bystanders since the opening bell.

Brian Daniels, Devan Dubian, Alex Anderson, The Heart Break Boy, and my ally Ventura himself are all being viewed as the favorites for this match. All representing Showdown indicates that Showdown is in a league of it's own in this company. A superior league.I can't deny the talent that I encounter and am opposed by on a weekly basis is breathtaking in it's stature. I can't deny that I would be shocked to see one such as Alex Anderson win as from my experience with him as of late has led me to believe that him headlining Pain for Pride would be disastrous. I'm expected to help Ventura in this match. My main duty in this match is to aide him and to ensure him victory, it is viewed as an obligation, an obligation that Nick and I both are expected to fulfill. Right now I believe that I will follow this obligation but in an instant, a lot can change.

We are all compelled to feel confident entering this match as without confidence there are those who are guaranteed to lose. Being aware that my chances are slim doesn't indicate I have given up hope, it just means I am determined to oppose the adversity that I am certain to counter. I have never failed to welcome adversity, and as of right now for me it is greater than ever, making me all the more determined to display what true perseverance is.

Am I supposed to be afraid of the sleeping giant? Brody, you are nothing to be afraid of. RAGNAROK as a whole? Maybe. Lannister? I’m a little afraid of his power. BUT YOU? No, Brody, I’ll never be afraid of you. You happened to get the best of me for a few weeks. You interfered in my matches. You left me laid out in the middle of the ring. Tell me though, what makes you think that will happen Saturday? What makes you think you have it in you to put me down on the mat for a three count at Grand Rampage? You saw what I did to your doctor, Dr. Vance. I’m a sick son of a bitch. You think you’re the monster? The real monster comes out in me when the Answers World Championship is on the line. You’re a fake monster, just like Norman. I’m the real deal. I’m the monster you don’t see coming. I’m the monster that’s not held in by chains or iron bars, but human flesh. When a world championship is on the line, I become a different a man. A man who’s sole purpose in this world to be its champion. I represent America not because only for my love of this country but because I am the only man deserving to do so. I am the most elite, but you already knew that, didn’t you Brody? You, you’re not even the most threatening man in RAGNAROK. You were always the third wheel, whether it be to Lannister and Norman or to Lannister and The New Monarchy. At least in ELITE Devan Dubian and Brian Daniels were tied for 2^nd. The misfortunate in that, however, and what you will find out this Saturday, is that 2^nd sucks. 2^nd always sucks and that is why I refuse to take second place to you, or anyone else for that matter. I become a killer when the world title is on the line. I kill friendships. I kill families. I KILL HUMAN SOULS AND HUMAN BEINGS. I’ve killed careers before. I’ve killed for that world title. I’ve fought “monsters” before, and you by far are the least threatening to me and the least threatening to my title. The fact is, you shouldn’t even be in this match. You don’t deserve it, and I’m going to show the world what I mean this Saturday.
 
You fell into another world title match, one you don’t deserve, and one you certainly won’t win. Lannister is the one I owed a debt to. Lannister is the one who came out and helped me defeat Norman. What did you do? Stand up on the entrance ramp? Oh, what’s that Dr. Vance? Your client caused the distraction? You should have stayed in the back. You should have offered up this world title match to someone who deserved it. I would rather be facing Matt Miles or Aren this Saturday. At least they could show the world something. At least they could impress me in their defeat. You? You’re not going to impress me. You are only going to show the world what I already know, you’re not world championship material. You aren’t in this company just like you weren’t in “that other company.” You were weak in AWF. I can mention that right, you, I mean Crash, bought that company? Fuck it. YOU WERE WEAK. You showed the world you aren’t a real monster. You couldn’t win the world title, not because you couldn’t win the match, but you couldn’t win the battle inside of you. You just didn’t have it in you to do what it takes. Forget about your doctor. If me Olympic Slamming him teaches you anything, it should be that he’s irrelevant. Don’t you my attack as motivation, because it will get you exactly where it got Vance. Learn that you do whatever it takes to get that gold around your waist. That means leaving friends and family behind when they’re holding you back. It means using them, even using your enemies, to get where you need to go. There’s a part of me, deep down, that hates Lannister. There’s a bitter taste in my mouth, still, from Shock Value. Deep down I still hate Norman, and I know even though I bested him at Reckless Wiring, that war wasn’t ended. RAGNAROK vs. ELITE continues to rage on, but I don’t have that same hatred for you, Brody. I hate you, but it’s a different hate. I hate Lannister and Norman for what they’ve done, but you, I hate you for what you didn’t do. YOU DIDN’T DO SHIT. You didn’t do shit in RAGNAROK, you didn’t do shit on Dynasty, and you didn’t do shit to face me at Grand Rampage. You couldn’t win the belt on Dynasty. You couldn’t beat Tyler Parker. You couldn’t beat Amir in AWF. YOU CAN’T BEAT ME. You’re just a filler. They throw your name in the ring when the main eveners are busy doing something else. You’re fish food, I’m the shark. You’re just going to be the first of many feedings, victories, in my world championship reign. EAW is on world tour, but Starr Stan is on a tour of domination. Taking this title from foreign city to foreign city, not just showing I’m the most elite but America is the best damn country on this planet.
 
I’m taking you to “German Town.” Yeah, we’re fighting in Dortmund Germany, but I’m taking you to another place. A place where you get hit by German after German after German. SUPLEX after SUPLEX after SUPLEX. I’m showing the world you aren’t the monster that you say you are. I will suplex you around that ring. I will suplex you out of that ring. I will suplex you around Germany and then straight back home. I WILL SUPLEX YOU STRAIGHT BACK TO THE MENTAL INSTIUTION YOU CAME FROM. Then, after I’m done making a fool of you, I’ll make you into a bitch, and let you tap out in the middle of MY ring.

(Cameras come back to the Heart Break Boy as he continues to sit on the dark stage in front of thousands, talking up about the past times in EAW. He is still blind in his present day and keeps believing in the creator, Yahweh Jehovah.)

Crowd member: So Heart Break Boy… I just have a question to ask you…

HBB: Go ahead, ask anything you want here… I won’t bite.

Crowd member: You talk a lot about your interests in God and all your career highlights but what are some disinterests? Let’s talk wrestling…

HBB: Well, I won’t lie to you and say everything was purely perfect in my career, just as folks lie about being happily married. I don’t think anyone has ever lived happily in EAW. There were times when King Kjors and Tyler A were world champions but their loyalty was not for the EAW Champion or EAW period. Continuously, I have tried to become the better person to stop all the mess and make things a lot smoother but no one listened. Honestly, I don’t think anyone paid close attention to my career. I remember guys questioning my loyalty to EAW and why I can’t take all that energy in other places and put all that focus on EAW. I was never a one-man company type of guy. I wanted to vent various things because if I believe I was the Golden Boy then I would have to take that literally. Obviously, I haven’t been much of a Golden Boy to EAW but that would have certainly changed if I wasn’t excluded in the minds of the masterminds behind their brilliant decisions on whom to become champion. Tyler A and King Kjors were the brilliant decisions but I look back on it as somewhat of a positive as well because it only made my title reigns look much sweet. I’m not the type of guy to win a title and go all ballistic or the type of guy to win a championship just because my name looks good on paper. I always earned things by staying patient and keep pushing.

Crowd member: Is that advice for younger wrestlers?

HBB: I’m certainly here for encouragement so if any wrestlers out there who just came into this game and want to make success out of it then heed my advice; stay patient, be humble and you will go a long way. I hear a lot of people say how older guys can come in and get what they want but that’s not true. We’re not booking our matches, we’re not complaining about anything. It’s just you can’t kill your accomplishments. Everything that we’ve done in this business has helped elevate it to another level. And younger guys nowadays have it much easier than old folk like me. I remember literally tearing up when I kept losing match after match that I thought was deserved for me to win. I was pissed and blown away by all the facts that no one acknowledged me to be good enough to win anything; King of Extreme, an Extreme Chamber match, tournament matches or a Grand Rampage. And still till this day, I haven’t won any of that. So for any young wrestler to come in and start criticizing, I would have to tell them to hold onto their roles. You can’t always get what you want even if you mindset is on taking it, you still have to show patience and by the grace of God, you will succeed in anything you put your heart toward. Just keep fighting, just keep working hard and focus on your strengths more than your weaknesses. You will go a long way.
 
Crowd member: Speaking of the Grand Rampage, what are you actual thoughts on it? I mean, you have competed in more World Championship matches there than anybody. I think you have competed in about four straight EAW World Heavyweight title matches.

HBB: I have and it’s great to know someone has studied a little about my career. Yeah, I have competed in those bouts and I haven’t come up so much successful with only one win. However, I take credit putting on amazing displays. As for the Grand Rampage match itself, the only problem that I have is how people take the match as some type of competition for people who haven’t won a world title. The match is not a point of raising talent. It’s the point on who has been the best out of those 29 men on the giving weeks leading up to that moment. You can say that he can be the hottest in EAW at that moment period but sometimes, people just race out of the blue in that opportunity and come up with the best chance to win the match. I have never seen anyone consider old school guys or people who have been world champion before to win the match which is a very underestimation.

Crowd member: If you were given a chance... Let’s say if you were able to come back from being blind and competed in the match. What would you say to your opponents?

HBB: I would say the same thing that I tell every other opponent. I’m the Golden Boy and that name resembles the prize that I have my eyes on every single moment in my career. If you’re talking championship matches, there’s no one else on the roster that comes with a more serious game face on than yours truly. You can name Jaywalker, you can name Mr. DEDEDE or any other guy but there hasn’t been a moment where I have failed to entertain when I have been thrown in a big match. I see 29 men that represent 29 sins that I have committed in my life and even if I keep falling, I just continue to leap back up and prove the devil is a liar. I will come back stronger than ever with a heart that walks toward God and his movement to shut down all the evil schemes around this cold world.

Crowd member: It’s crazy how you can take something so small and make it big… I mean, 29 sins? What are you talking about?

HBB: There has been a moment in my life where I had to battle a lot. Now, don’t call me crazy and if you do, that’s fine because I know what I’m talking about. But this is a spiritual warfare and I take everything spiritual as it gets.

Crowd member: So what are those 29 sins? Are you comparing this to Jesus’ 39 stripes?

HBB: I am not worthy at all to compare myself to Jesus so absolutely not. But those 29 sins are things that deal with profanity, fornication, masturbation, illegal stunts, tobacco smoking, cigarette smoking, marijuana smoking, lying, cheating, stealing, turning into the enemy, betraying your own brother, using God as a token, placing yourself underneath others, making idols, laziness, sense of failure, guilt, disinterest, fighting, going back to old habits, adultery, jamming to bad influences, pushing people out of line, creating havoc in other people’s peaceful lives, gaining no knowledge, lacking in self-confidence, crying to sleep and finally --- losing yourself.

I once used to walk with God, but I didn’t anymore. Sin caught up with me and I kept failing but I kept claiming that one day, I was going to outlast sin. I was going to push myself forward even though it felt like I was giving up. It felt like I wasn’t in the game anymore. Soon, people realized that I was falling and didn’t even try to pick myself up. But now, it’s evident that my mind was going to use everything I was going through to the Glory of God. I wasn’t going to stay trapped in sin and I was going to pull forward in order for Heaven to become my homeland. Many people probably find it not amusing and has nothing to do with Grand Rampage but it has a lot to do for me. I get the attraction of putting together those 29 things that almost destroyed my life in front of me so I can push harder to win the Grand Rampage. Now people might say but what if you don’t win? The test never stops. Even if I fail to win, I’m always going to be there again, again and again. I have said before that I doubt people realize how hard that I fought to be in this position. I doubt people even realize that I have competed in this match before. But what they didn’t realize, they will realize in the future. If I wasn’t blind as I am then sin wouldn’t control me. But soon, I will overcome sin even by defeat or victory. I will fight the great fight, and I will overcome every obstacle in my way. If I strive, and think positively about every situation and keep my joy then I will eventually beat those 29 sins.

(HBB stops for a second as he stands up from the stool. He’s too passionate about this lesson as he proceeds with a story.)

HBB: You guys got me pumped up… Now I have a story to tell…
 
The Follower that Sinned…

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It was a late night when I had absolutely nothing to do. Keep in mind, I was only 21 years old at this point so everything I did was for fun because sin is fun, of course. At a very young age, I was following God so it was very hard to stay focused but unfortunately, 29 sins caught up with me. Anyway… It was a very late night – I say around 11 O Clock PM and I had nothing to do. I could call up my brother in Christ so we can go out and just walk around but that would be very boring. I wanted to have fun and sin. So I called my not so brother in Christ, one of my family members that I grew up with. He wasn’t following God and he had all the right tools to go out and have sinful fun.


My mind is juggling now between the two guys I love as brothers. But my instincts was to have fun so I called my family member – my uncle, who was younger than me, awkwardly. I called him and not to my surprise --- he has a mission (fornicating with women) I agreed to go over there and become the driver of the night because no one else had a car even though I had no insurance and couple of warrants (illegal activity). Before I went though, I had to grab a Black & Mild to look cool in front of everyone first. (Tobacco smoking). So as I got there, already, I see four other dudes, and all of them are smoking weed or cigarettes (weed and cigarette smoking) and I decided to join in.


My uncle tells me “Wassup dawg? What you been on?”


I tell him, “Nothing, just trying to get on some of these hoes.”


He spots me a drink but I don’t like drinking so I held onto the weed and anything else that was around for me to smoke. At this point, I feel guilty but I’m already sinning so what’s the point in stopping? I might as well wild out and come back to God at a later time (Using God as a token) Suddenly, my brother in Christ called to ask what I was doing and if I wanted to go out and just chill. I lied to him and said “Not tonight, I’m babysitting my little brother.” He replied “Well can I come over?” I told him, “Naw, I about to go to sleep.” That was probably the first time I lied to him and certainly wasn’t the last. (Lying to your own brother) Soon I remember what my pastor said about me: “God wants to use you” as I continue to smoke, use profanity and try hard to get into some panties that night. (Using profanity) Then I think about my pastor and the way I make him look. (Creating havoc in peaceful lives.) I don’t really want any part in the ministry any longer after thinking it through. I just want to live and sin forever! All five of us await for the girls to call us so we can try to have sex with them but they are taking too long so I do what I can do. I hit up a internet dating site and a page filled with prostitutes. I see people with boyfriends, husbands but I don’t care, I try to flirt with them anyway (adultery) my uncle told me to hit up the inbox and like a fool, I followed him. (Turning into the enemy) To no surprise, I was able to get at least one girl number off the dating site, which I eventually had sex with later on down the line. However, this night was dedicated for all five of us horny fellows. So we decided to hit up the only night club in St. Louis because our mission was not falling through. We drove around in my car, as my uncle held onto his little .44 pistol the whole night. Soon as we got into the club, we smoked some weed, more cigarettes and tried our best to flirt with every girl in sight. It was very hot inside because there were so many people there. Many girls were wearing skirts up to their thighs and had no problem with it being so cold outside. I guess girls those days would do anything for attention and it was working.


Soon we came to the dance floor and started wild n' out but that didn’t last too long as one of our guys got into a fight that eventually kicked us out the club for the night. I wasn’t complaining because I already felt guilty about going and doing things I wasn’t supposed to do. (Feeling guilt) I vowed never to call my uncle for anything again as he gets pissed and wants to shoot up the whole club with his gun. How did I get into this mess? And I’m the one driving, help me Lord. Now we’re all standing in the cold, ready to fight someone and for a guy like me that loves his family, I had no choice but to help out my uncle and his friends.




Thankfully, no fight happened and we kept pushing along. No mission came through, no sex, no real fist fighting and we all just decided to call it a night. Well for them it was…. For me, I kept trying to get into some panties and eventually called up a prostitute even though I probably passed up a few already in the Night Club. I had sex with her and tossed her money then eventually fell asleep. I woke up in a sin, depressed out of my mind. I didn’t pray, I didn’t do anything. I felt scared, and angered at myself but one thing for sure, I knew that I was above this. I knew I could get passed all of this and one day I will… But man, sin just felt so good that I had to do it again. Trust me, even after all that thinking, I still did it again but as I kept doing it again, the more I did not feel any guilt but something I had to overcome.


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(The Heart Break Boy asks for a drink of water as he finishes up the small story.)

Crowd member: What does this have to do with the Grand Rampage again?

HBB: Everything because you see me as the man today that doesn’t fall as much when I was young. Sin builds up in our hearts but now I see sin as something that changed me into the guy that God wanted me to be. I’m saying if someone tosses me outside of that ring then I have fallen like I had many times on that given night but one thing for sure, I will always get back up. I won’t cry or weep over another fall but keep my mind constantly on the main prize. Just like I will win the prize to go into Heaven, I will win the prize to become a world champion by the good grace of the true and living God…

(Camera transitions to present day as the Heart Break Boy is shown rolling tape around his wrist. He spots the camera and smiles as he turns behind at the Grand Rampage poster as the camera zooms in the middle of the poster as the Heart Break Boy raising his arms with the EAW Championship capture against Alexander Da Vinci and Vic Vendetta. Cameras fade away afterwards.)

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...

The worst part of all of this is that you don't know what you're getting yourself into and neither do I. If there was something for me to take from King of Elite besides the World Heavyweight Championship, it's the length, the length of what I'm willing to go to and of what I'm capable of doing. I know I said it before but I just have to say it again, what happened in that match, I never thought would come of me. I never thought I would have dealt as much pain and as much suffering that Mr. DEDEDE had dealt on me. Even though I may have said that I would, I never thought I'd go to the length, just to take back what was rightfully mine. There was more to it than just the World Heavyweight Championship and like he and I were saying for weeks, it wasn't just about the title, it was about something... something so much more. There was more to it and I dealt, I inflicted and I caused the same amount of pain and suffering on him and this Saturday, Lucian? Unlike against him? I'm not going to hesitate from dealing, inflicting and causing that same amount of pain and suffering or more... on you. I'm not going to hesitate. I'm going to hesitate one bit because you've somehow managed to irritate me. So much so that I just can't wait for it to be Saturday just so I do what I've said I'm going to do. In a few short days, the Signal Iduna Park is going to be packed and in a few short days, the EAW fans are going to be of witness to the end of Lucian Black's sad and pathetic career. I'm out here to tell everyone just what I've been thinking over the past few months. Since I recaptured the World Heavyweight Championship, everyone in the back has been targeting me and one of them has been targeting more for some time now and that's Lucian Black. I thought Xavier Williams would have gotten rid of him, I thought he would have quit and given up by now. I guess I was wrong. For weeks, I've been irritated with Lucian Black telling me how he "can and will," how it's his "time," and how he's going to beat me because he's "owed and deserving" of the World Heavyweight Championship. I've had to hear him say that over and over and over and over and over and over again until it was beaten into my head and you know what? It has. It's been running through my mind for weeks now and this Saturday, I'm going to do what Xavier Williams couldn't and get rid of you myself. That's not me saying that I'm going to for sure end your career because I couldn't care less if I end it or not as there isn't anything for me to gain from it besides the whole "I told you so." Which, is what I'm going to be saying one way or another, after this Saturday and after I had beaten you. This is the last time that you and I are going to be in the ring for the World Heavyweight Championship because after this? After this, Lucian, you're not going to have another shot at me and I don't care if you want a rematch after this because it's not going to happen. There just wouldn't be. Because I would have beaten everyone on Dynasty who's even a challenge to me and I'd be looking for some more because that's just the kind of champion I am. If you were the champion, you wouldn't be like that, you'd try to cheat and get out of any situation you find yourself in. You may had beaten Xavier Williams fair and square in the Steel Cage and have earned your shot, I'm not saying you haven't earned it, you have but I don't care if this is what you're "owed" or what you're "deserving" of. The only thing you're owed or deserving of is a beating and Lucian, you're going to get it.

And when I say beating, I don't just mean that I'm going to beat you with an Across The Park or a Depravity, I'm going beat you with a few Across The Parks and a few Depravities. How many was there in my match with Mr. DEDEDE? Five? I could give you ten of them, ten Across The Parks and ten Depravities, would you like that? Huh??? Would you like that, Lucian? I know you would, I know you would just love for me to beat you and beat you and beat you, that'd be fun wouldn't it? You want the World Heavyweight Championship? You want it, Lucian? You want it as badly as you say you do??? ...Then why don't you just come and take it from me. There's going to be no more cheap shots and no more attacking from behind or any of that BS --- just you and me, one on one, this Saturday. You're never going to take the World Heavyweight Championship from me. You're never going to have that satisfaction. Never. I'm not going to be the one who losses to Lucian Black and have his first World title in EAW. I couldn't with the burden that would be. I couldn't sleep knowing that. You said that you hurt EAW but the way I see it, you haven't hurt anyone or anything, other than yourself. You're oh so joyous that you could hurt this, all of this but you seem to forget that without EAW, you'd be nothing. You'd be somewhere else, trying to figure yourself out, trying to be something that you're not... something that I am, something you just wish you could be but can't. You can't, Lucian. You can't be anything in EAW because these past few years that you have fallen into obscurity, you're just falling and falling and falling and Lucian? That's going to keep going and going and going. It's... it's like Hell, in a sense. This obscurity that you've fallen into, this obscurity that you just can't seem to get out of on your own, is like a Hell that you're never going to get out of even if you tried to get out on your own. Because you haven't met your maker. You haven't met the one who decides your fate. You haven't met the one who controls you like the little puppeteer you are... until now. You seem to have thought that it was you who was pulling the strings, you who was the puppet master but you, Lucian, have just met him. I'm your maker. I decide your fate and I have control over you. Control of your career and control on our match. That's another reason as to why I'm laughing because while you thought you had this all figured out, while you thought this was your idea, while you thought you were going to finally get what you want... I just flick you, like a domino, and watch them all fall how I wanted them to. See, this has been going on for a few weeks now and it goes back more than that to Road to Redemption. I earned a title shot after that and you said that I screwed you out of the World Heavyweight Championship. I shook your hand at Midsummer Massacre because that was the only thing you were going to get from me. I shook your hand then even when you half-assed the match. Though now, you seem to be taking this a little more seriously and you should be because I'm even better now than I was then. You may had beaten Mr. DEDEDE on Dynasty but I've beaten a few times before and he has beaten me a few times before too, the difference between you beating him and me beating him is that I beat him while he was in his new prime while you beat him after the months of toll that he has taken on his body from the likes of Ares Vendetta, Norman Hellion and I. Yet even after all of these years, he's still here and I'm going to be here for these next few years... as the World Heavyweight Champion.

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After this Saturday and in these next few years, you would have quit and given up because you would have had realized that you just weren't ready then, you just weren't ready now and you just was never good enough. Each and every time you and I have faced each other, I either had beaten you or was on the winning side of the match or lasted longer than you in the match. You've never beaten me. You're never going to beat me. Lucian, you have a few short days. A few short days until everything you've ever accomplished in your sad and pathetic career, in your sad and pathetic life, amounts to nothing. A few short days until your blood spills on the mat like a painting --- a beautiful one at that. A few short days until I have it framed along with and next to my World Championship cases. Lucian, this Saturday, you're going to find out just what you have gotten yourself into and when you find out? When you find out, I would have had you beaten and then you aren't going to want a rematch because it would just happen again. I would just beat you once again. Like I have each and every time you and I have faced each other. You may be better than you were when you faced Y2Impact for the Answers World Championship but is that going to be enough against me? Is it, Lucian? I don't think it is. I don't think it's going to be enough to beat me when I'm in form, while I'm in the best shape of my life, while I'm in a completely different prime than I was in when I first held the World Heavyweight Championship. This Saturday, you're going to get what you're owed and deserving of while I? I'm going to walk out as I walked in, the World Heavyweight Champion, and I'm going to get rid of the biggest piece of shit I have ever met. I'm not just going to do you a favor by killing you like the cockroach you are, I'm going to do everyone else a favor by doing so --- not just you but your sad and pathetic career before you could even do anything else with it. You may have beaten Kevin Devastation, Xavier Williams and Mr. DEDEDE but so have I and I'm not going to be one of those who you have beaten to get to the World Heavyweight Championship. The career and life of Lucian Black will just be forgotten, like his accomplishments and like his supposed legacy. You know, what you keep on whining and complaining about. Boohoo. Cry me a river. I'm not as recognized as I should be even as the World Heavyweight Champion and if no one cared about you before, what makes you think they're going to care about you now if you were to beat me? They wouldn't. You say they're the pieces of shit but that's you, again, pointing the finger at someone else other than yourself. You're pointing it at them. What did the fans do to you? How did they hold you back? If they did, then why would they? I don't think they would, not when you're holding yourself back, not like they have to do anything. Hell, I don't have to do anything this Saturday and I'd still walk out as the World Heavyweight Champion. I'm not going to apologize for that and I'm not going to apologize for not showing you any respect, which is a load of crap because I shook your hand at Midsummer Massacre, I showed you your respect but you haven't made me respect you anymore than what I have. You don't deserve a handshake from me and you for damn sure don't deserve my respect. No one should be apologizing for how terrible your career has been other than yourself, you should be apologizing for that and you should be apologizing for spitting on my name and the long history of the World Heavyweight Championship.

"Your little threats are as meaningful as the World Heavyweight Championship right now. They don't mean nothing because I know you won't fulfill them." So what you're saying is, is that the World Heavyweight Championship means nothing? It means nothing to you, Lucian? That's funny, you were just saying how you've been screwed out of it, how you want and need it and how you're owed and deserving of it, yet you're saying that it means nothing? THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP. THAT MEANS NOTHING??? THEN... THEN WHY IS THAT YOU'RE BITCHING AND MOANING ABOUT HOW YOU'VE BEEN SCREWED OUT OF IT? THAT YOU WANT AND NEED IT? THAT YOU'RE OWED AND DESERVING OF IT? WHY WOULD YOU WANT SOMETHING THAT MEANS NOTHING??? OH, IS IT BECAUSE I'M HOLDING IT? IS THAT WHY? BECAUSE OF ME, IT MEANS NOTHING? OR IS IT BECAUSE YOU'RE GOING TO TAKE IT FROM ME AND MAKE IT MEAN SOMETHING AGAIN, LIKE HOW IT USED, LIKE IT WAS YEARS AGO BECAUSE YOU "CAN" AND YOU "WILL?" IS THAT IT??? HA, HA. HA, THAT IS, ISN'T IT? FUNNY. BECAUSE IF YOU THINK THOSE THREATS I'VE MADE ARE SO LITTLE, THEN TO THINK OF HOW BIG SOME OF THE OTHER THREATS I'M GOING TO MAKE FOR OUR MATCH BECAUSE MY THREATS AREN'T LITTLE, WHY DON'T YOU JUST ASK ANYONE WHO'S EVER BEEN IN THE RING WITH ME. YOU HAVE, YOU SHOULD KNOW BUT IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME, HASN'T IT? IT'S BEEN MONTHS SINCE OUR LAST ONE ON ONE MATCH, HUH? WELL, YOU'RE GOING TO KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING THIS SATURDAY WHEN YOU FEEL WHAT YOU FELT ALL THOSE MONTHS AGO AT MIDSUMMER MASSACRE. I WONDER WHAT WAS WORSE FOR YOU. LOSING TO ME OR SHAKING MY HAND? YOUR HUNG YOUR HEAD IN SHAME AND WALKED TO BACK LIKE THAT, I WONDER WHAT WAS REALLY WORSE FOR YOU, I WONDER. BECAUSE THIS SATURDAY? THOSE LITTLE THREATS I'VE MADE? EVERYTHING I SAID I WAS GOING TO DO TO YOU? IS GOING TO BE WORSE FOR YOU THAN JUST LOSING TO ME OR SHAKING MY HAND. HAAA. "You're like a politician you promise a lot of things but you never fulfill your promises. Didn't you say the same exact thing the last time we faced off? You did, and what happened? You were unsuccessful at taking me down." WAS I, LUCIAN? WAS I SO UNSUCCESSFUL AT TAKING YOU DOWN? BECAUSE WASN'T THE LAST TIME WE FACED EACH OTHER WAS AT MIDSUMMER MASSACRE? AND HADN'T I BEATEN YOU WITH EASE THEN BECAUSE OF HOW YOU HALF-ASSED IN THE WEEKS HEADING INTO THE MATCH AND IN THE MATCH? IS THAT BEING UNSUCCESSFUL? I BEAT YOU SO EASILY THEN. I HADN'T EVEN SWEAT DURING THAT MATCH, IT WAS THAT EASY. I NEVER FULFILL MY PROMISES? I NEVER FULFILL MY PROMISES??? Okay, you stupid son of a bitch. What's one promise I've made that has been unfulfilled? At Midsummer Massacre, I said I was going to retain the National Extreme Championship and what happened? I retained it. At Territorial Invasion, I said that Mr. DEDEDE and I were going to have one more round and that Team Crash would win and what happened? We won. At King of Elite, I said I was going to take back what was rightfully mine, which I had been saying for months even while I was the National Extreme Champion and what happened? I took the World Heavyweight Championship back. I took it back, Lucian. Those were promises I had made and I fulfilled them, haven't I? So much for me not fulfilling them. Like those promises, I'm making a few more for this Saturday and one of them is that I beat you once again and retain the World Heavyweight Championship. That? That's a promise that won't be unfulfilled. You were in a tag team with Alexander Da Vinci but it was obvious who would be a World Champion between the two of you and it wasn't you. Not just because you weren't ready... but because you just didn't have what it took and to this day, you still don't have it takes.

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That just eats you up because deep down, you know that you don't have it takes to beat me or to be a World Champion, so you resort to name-calling. "Scrappy" hasn't bothered me,  it never has, why should I hide my past? If anything, it just goes to show that I've been in this business far longer than you have and I know what it takes --- as this is my second reign. Anyone who calls me Scrappy are the ones who weren't here in 2007, the ones who think they're "getting me" because they're calling me by my old ring name and the ones who are just trying to make themselves feel better. Scrappy stood for something and to this day, it means something to me, it means as much to me as the World Heavyweight Championship. So ahead, try to ridicule me and try to get me to hate you because you're calling me by that, I don't care. For the past few months, I've had a mix of emotions in my life and in my career. I've felt great like there's nothing that could bring me down and I've felt bad like there's nothing I could do about it. I am, whether you like it or not, unbeatable. I'm not letting that get to my head like I had when I was younger. See, while you say you're the most improved, I think it's me who has improved more than anyone else and I continue to improve week in and week out. That's not to say that there isn't times where it's hard for me because these past few weeks have been. Like I said though, I don't care if you call me Scrappy, you calling me that just makes you look like a try hard and a bad one at that. I don't care about what you have to say about me, EAW and it's fans. I don't care about anything anyone has to say about me. The one thing I care about is the World Heavyweight Championship and I'm carrying it how it should be. For three months, I have held this title and I'm not even satisfied with that. If I lose this Saturday, I wouldn't be satisfied with this reign. Because there's so much more, there's things I have yet to do while holding it. I realized at King of Elite that this is who I am, this is what I was supposed to be years ago, this a new prime that I'm in. I realized that the World Heavyweight Championship belongs with me. I realized something I knew deep down. I realized that I was going to get recognition for all of the hard work I've been putting in for the past eight years but I haven't gotten recognition. I don't know, I'm in my new prime, yet I'm not getting recognition. I don't know what to do. Oh, I know! I should bitch and moan about it! I should cry and cry until someone hears me! No, if I'm to get recognition, I'll get it when I've accomplished everything there is to accomplish in my career. Then? Then I'll get recognition. I'll continue putting in the hard work that I have been and being the best. I've gotten recognition from Mr. DEDEDE and I've gotten it from Y2Impact but that's not because I've been kissing their asses, that's the most childish thing one could say about someone who's more successful than they are or could ever be, it's because they know I'm the best in EAW today. I'm the face. "You know I was expecting more of you, but this has been pretty boring thus far. All you do eat, sleep talk about the same things over and over again using different words and repeat.  I'd have more fun facing El Landerson for the title at this point... that's just how bad you are, Scrappy." Funny you say that, that's what I was thinking but you know... this is what I expected out of you. I expected nothing else from you. I expected for you to be piss away this last chance you have because that's what you're doing. You're just pissing it away and Lucian, you want to threaten someone who's retired? I'll tell you what. I'll make a promise to you for this Saturday. I'll leave you in a pool of your own, a pool of your own piss and blood.

Thank you Sebastian - thank you for confirming what I always thought and knew. You see, in this fantasy world of yours, you are a King - a lion with a deafening roar. And that fantasy world has crossed over to EAW. I've noticed that people aren't allowed to call you just Lannister anymore and god forbid somebody like me, a "traitor" calls you by your first name because some may see that as a sign of disrespect, when in reality I'm just showing respect towards your parents and birth certificate. But you? You prefer to go by King Lannister. And the sheep comply with this false title, effortlessly and without much thought. They kneel before you, kiss your ring, look up at you and they cherish your presence and admire your strength - like you are some kind of God. I faced a so called God nearly three months ago. Time sure does fly. When I was locked inside a cage with that "God" I should have been frightened. I should have expected that I was going to pay for my many sins right then and there - but I didn't feel anything, Sebastian. It was almost like my soul was numb. I didn't fear what awaited me, for death knocks on my door everyday and when I see the reaper, I tell him not today and I slam the door in his face. I went on to win that battle with Mr. Almighty himself, proving that EAW is no children's book where a happily ever after is guaranteed. No, in EAW, the "dark passenger" often prevails. Just look at who is running this company. Look at the GM's of Showdown, Voltage, and Dynasty. Look at the world champions. Just look at the overwhelming proof. So you're right Sebastian, I am not a nice man and I'm certainly not a hero, which I thought I made perfectly clear with my recent actions. But what happened to sweet and innocent Norman? Whoa - don't pin this all on me Sebastian, since you played a bigger role in this mess than I ever did HAHAHAHAHA. Let me repeat myself from yesterday when I said Norman saw you as a mentor. And under your guidance, he lost himself. Way to go! He fell into the pitch black pit they call the abyss and when he managed to climb out, he not only lost his blood and sweat - but his soul was damaged beyond repair. His personality was wiped away. He was no longer this overgrown child that I knew and recognized - instead, he was a man. But a man he wasn't proud to be. A man you shaped. A man you helped mold. A man you ultimately destroyed. He was destroyed by your corrupted principles. His "new identity" was centered around greed - money. And he took that money. But never did he spend a dime of it because of the way he got it. I on the other hand, I would've gotten myself a new sports car and upgrade my home. But that's a tale for a different day. The point is, all Norman ever wanted to do was make you proud. In fact, right before Road to Redemption, he told the world that he would not just win the Answers World Championship for himself, but for RAGNAROK - the brotherhood that was nothing more than a mirage. Imaginary at best. But still, you had the child fooled! Norman was too blind to see what was really going on. He actually bought into your bullshit. He actually thought RAGNAROK was this three headed monster with no leader. But that's not true, Sebastian. We both know that, so let's not kid ourselves here. It was always about you. YOU! YOU! YOU! We even came down to the ring to the beat of your own drum. The Rains of Castamere right? Aaaaaand whoooooo are youuuuuuu, the proud lord said, that I must bow so low? Only a cat of a different coat, that's all the truth I know. HAHAHAHAHA. Answer the question, Sebastian. Who are you? A king? Maybe you are a king to your bloodline and to RAGNAROK and to your fellow Germans, but you are no king of mine. The reason has nothing to do with grudges or jealously, no no no, the true kings in EAW are those who hold or held world titles. World title gold is like an iron throne. And that crown on your head? It's true that it's your pathway to a world title reign of your own, but until you do so? That crown might as well be plastic. Perhaps it is? Well, I plan on finding out when I stomp on it this Saturday. 

You know - I thought you understood me, Sebastian. I thought you saw the darkness within me and by seeing that darkness, you would see the light. You would see the bigger picture. A picture that doesn't even have you in it. But you don't. You were always caught up in the moment. You constantly worry, whether you want to admit it or not. Your weakness? Your weakness has always been you care for others. You have created bonds and friendships that you want to hold onto forever. But I'm afraid you won't be able to keep all of your connections happy during your tenure in EAW. You my "friend", are not a magician or a circus act. Sure you've been able to juggle certain situations around for a while now, but when it came to Norman? You dropped the ball. And when you drop one ball, you lose concentration and the others come crashing down. Keep that in mind. To you Sebastian, I'm loyal to House Vendetta and in many ways, I am. I see doubt in your eyes and you people have a valid reason to question my level of loyalty to the Vendetta's since you believe I've stabbed my friends in the back once before, so who says it won't happen again? Who says? Huh? Who says? Me. Besides, what do I get out of turning on King Ares? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. What did I get out of turning on Sebastian Lannister? Again, nothing. Because I never turned on him in the first place. He turned on Norman. And I know you won't agree with me on that and it's because like you said, I have my opinions and reasons, while you have yours. We will never agree or see eye to eye on anything, so as you can see, we are only wasting our time here. But the reason why I keep flapping my gums is because I'm used to you wasting my time, Sebastian. You always wasted my time and energy, amongst other things. Nothing out of the norm. But me? I won't waste your time, oh no no no! At the Grand Rampage, I will finish you off as quick and painless as possible - out of "respect", of course. And when I dethrone you as king, I plan on taking over your fragile kingdom made of sticks and replace those walls with steady bricks. Let's see, when I become king, my first order of business would be to hand Cerci over to Kendra. Feed Brody to the real beast of EAW, Scott Diamond and I will let Vic and the Agents of Extreme take care of my so called "replacements". As for King Ares? I will turn your unconscious body over to him and let the real king do the rest. I'm a giving person after all. 

There are many mistakes you've made, many crimes you've committed, and many rules you've broken - and I'm here to expose some of them right here and now. Let's start with your first mistake, which I ended with last time. Of course I'm talking about Cerci being in your corner. You think she'll remain strong. You think she'll remain strong because you actually believe you'll walk away from this battle with only minor injuries such as scratches. How wrong and foolish you are. You see she's already shown her weakness to me - her love for you. Right before I sent you through the stage on Voltage, she begged me not to. She trembled with fear. But hey, you can keep telling me how she'll do what's best for this nonexistent kingdom of yours, when we both know she'll always rank you ahead of these sand castles. Besides, what do you think is best for your "kingdom", Sebastian? For it to lose its leader? I don't see how that helps you or them in any way. But I'll tell you what's really important. What's really important is for you to live to see another day. That's why I advise Cerci to call off the match as soon as the bell rings because as each second passes, I can't guarantee you'll ever be able to take another step or be able to chew solid foods, rather than drink them through a straw. You need to stay healthy because you said it yourself, you want King Ares on a silver platter. But sadly, you'll soon find out that you can't always get what you want. 

In the grand scheme of things, I am just a "roadblock", as you put it. A roadblock? If this was football or basketball that would be called bulletin board material, if I'm not mistaken. A roadblock huh? That's all you see me as? HAHAHAHAHA - fair enough Sebastian, fair enough. What? You expect me to be mad? No, I'm not mad. Why would I be mad at a man who is clearly grasping at straws? Reaching - reaching for any little insult he can. That's what desperate people do. Because that's what you are Sebastian - desperate. You are desperate to get rid of me so you can go on to fry bigger fish such as King Ares - except, that's not the whole truth. The whole truth is you want me gone because I'm a threat to  all of your future plans, including when the time comes when you attempt to cash in your crown. I AM A THREAT - and I think even you can admit that. Hell, even I can admit that you are a threat to me in some capacity because after all, you are the reason why I no longer have the Answers World Championship over my shoulder. But back to you being desperate. I think you are slowly but surely realizing that the soldiers that you surround yourself with are weak. They don't have the drive that I do. They don't have the accomplishments I have. Brody in particular doesn't have the intelligence that I have and Aren and Matt don't have the imposing stature that I've been blessed with. They could stand on each other's shoulders and they still wouldn't be seen as a force to be reckon with. See, to you RAGNAROK is like a snake and you want to shed its old skin off - or in other words, you don't want me to be associated with you or your brothers ever again and do not worry, for the feeling is mutual. Take a moment and think Sebastian - just think if you would have chosen Norman over Brody. Think about how much easier your life would have been. Think about the dynasty we could have created. THINK ABOUT IT. But you threw it all away. Oh the pity. One last mistake you made is when you said there is nothing left for me - nothing left for me to do or conquer, but quite the contrary Sebastian - as long as you have a pulse? There is still plenty for me to do. And before I take my exit and bid you farewell, I just want to clarify something. Every opponent I've faced thus far in EAW was a waste of my time. They bore me. But you Sebastian? You are special. You won the Next Up Award for a reason - and it's because you're talented. 


This might not mean much to you, but I deem you as my first ever worthy opponent - and I just want you to know that it will be an honor to take your promising career - and kill it. Thank you, my brother.

The best part of all of this is that I HURT EAW. You don't know how much joy that fact brings into my heart. I hurt this company in a way nobody has before. I designed this disguise to earn these people's trust, to become one of their own. I earned their trust, I became one of them. I became a role model to them, someone who fought for what was right, a man who had something nobody else had today: a moral compass. They blindly followed even though you and Xavier Williams told them not to, even though they were aware of my reputation and how notoriously tarnished it was. They actually thought I wanted to revitalize it. Hahahaa.. I'm a piece of shit. But these people, Scrappy?? They're THE pieces of shit because they did to me what I did to them first. I actually felt love for them, for this company. But eventually, throughout the course of time, that love turned into a passionate hate. Because they all disregarded my accolades and overlooked my legacy when I was unjustly exiled from the land of elite!! My hard work, my dedication meant nothing to them. So while I was in other companies around the world winning world titles I formulated a plan. I devised a plan to ultimately come back and attain retribution for what was done to me. The only thing I could think about was EAW and how I would exact my revenge on those who mistreated me. I found my way back in and I figured that in order to hurt these people I had to BE them. That's how "The Man Of Honor" was conceived. Whether you'd like to admit it or not you fell for it too, Parker. You said you believed in me, you even shook my hand at MSM. Now THAT is the best part of all of this, hahaaa. When you laugh in my face - if you dare to laugh in my face I am not going to respond with words I will respond with ACTIONS. I'll utterly destroy you just like I destroyed Xavier Williams and I will take that championship belt with me.  I'm not just sure I am going to beat you, I KNOW I am going to beat you, I know I am the next World Heavyweight Champion, the next face of EAW. Nobody cared for me, but they did care for the honorable man. Too bad the honorable man was a fallacy. A fallacy, a lie that all of you idiots bought. You need someone to care for you, but not me, Scrappy. I don't need anyone to care about me, I don't need their admiration or their support to win this match or any match for that matter. Not only did I fool everyone, I HURT everyone. I'm playing into your hands? You have me fooled? Yeah, ok. If anybody has anyone fooled is me and you know it. No matter how much you attempt to emulate me, your attempts will be futile. You're hurt and we can all see that, you're just as hurt as they are. You believed in me, you deposited your trust in me and I stepped over your trust, walked all over it, and stomped it not once but twice. I hate to repeat myself, but in cases like this one it is imminent I reiterate as much as possible because well, little Scrappy isn't so smart. It's hard for him to comprehend some things although they are painfully obvious.  I pointed my finger at you and Xavier because you are to blame for my most recent failures. If not you, then who? Me? Really? Why me? I have done everything humanly possible to ensure a prosperous career for me. I have worked harder than anybody ever has, I have excelled and improved more than anybody ever has. It was you and Xavier who joined forces to eliminate me from the chamber at RTR. Not me. The only failure in my career I attribute to myself is my loss to Impact and I only lost that match because I wasn't ready, I wasn't good enough. Now? Things are much more different. All I'm capable of is losing yet I defeated Mr. DEDEDE, the opponent you hand picked for myself in minutes. I made him look like the miserable, pathetic loser he truly is. And I am going to do the same to you.


YOU will be apologizing for treating me without respect - as I deserve to be treated, these people will be apologizing, this company for everything that was done to me and to my career. I won't be. I got no reason to be sorry for, but I got a million reasons to be PROUD of myself. When it's all said and done, we will see who will be laughing. When the smoke clears, when the dust settles, we will see who the last man standing, who the World Heavyweight Champion is going to be.. Of course it's going to be me. You're not going to retain get that idiotic idea out of your head. You've witnessed my metamorphosis as an elitist first hand, you know how much I have evolved. You know you can't beat me under these circumstances, with so much at stake. You will not only apologize to me, you will BOW DOWN to me. All of you will kneel before me when I am World Heavyweight Champion and you will beg for mercy, you scream for me to be compassionate, but I won't be merciful. I'll show you no mercy because none of you ever showed ME any mercy. Every single time we have faced of you have been thirty steps ahead of me because I have allowed you to, because I wasn't even interested in facing you in the first place. I'm not here to contend for second rate championships, especially if I already won them.. I am here, I was BORN to headline Pain For Pride and FIGHT for World Championship gold. That's what you want people to believe.. that you weren't deceived by me. But you said you believed in me, you shook my hand so clearly you weren't expecting this. I don't think you get it, do you? I DON'T NEED ANYONE TO LOVE ME, I DON'T NEED ANYONE TO CARE FOR ME. I'M NOT YOU. I DON'T NEED THEIR SUPPORT TO WIN MY MATCHES. I JUST GO OUT THERE AND DO WHAT I ARGUABLY DO BETTER THAN ANYBODY ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH. I'M READY FOR THIS, I HAVE BEEN READY FOR MONTHS AND IF YOU DISAGREE THEN YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THE DEFINITION OF THE WORD "READY" IS. You have this misconception that I care if they only care about themselves. NO, I stopped caring a long, long time ago. That's the best thing, the best lesson these people taught me. Not to care for anyone or anything but yourself, they taught me to be this way. Because they are just like me. And whether you'd like to admit it or not you are as well. You don't care about them, you don't care about this company all you care about is your own selfish desires and we both know that's true. You just want to keep that title to yourself so that you continue to live prosperously, but that prosperous life of yours, this prosperous point of your career. They have all ran their course. You can't be on top of the mountain forever. I just reached the peak and I am about to push you off of it. Unless you know how to fly it's over, Tyler.


Your little threats are as meaningful as the World Heavyweight Championship right now. They don't mean nothing because I know you won't fulfill them. You're like a politician you promise a lot of things but you never fulfill your promises. Didn't you say the same exact thing the last time we faced off? You did, and what happened? You were unsuccessful at taking me down. You failed just like every man I have stepped foot inside the ring with. Even when I lose I always find a way to get back up and continue fighting. You know what I find comical about all of the little promos you make? That you always say the same shit over and over again, it's like you have nothing else to say. Guess what? I got a whole lot I can say. You never fail to remind of how you got to where you are today, what you had to do to become a two time World heavyweight Champion so let's take a trip down memory lane, shall we? Let me remind YOU what I have been through. When I first came into this company  in 2009 I was nobody. I didn't get here because of my last name. I got here because I worked my ass off. I was in a tag team with Alexander Da Vinci. Another man who never gave a damn about this place. Yet you gave him titles, a spot in the Hall Of Fame. You gave the guy glory, money. You made him a prominent person, an icon. And what did he do? The guy packed his bags and left you all. Just reminding you.. He was always praised and admired by everybody. He basically was the star of the team. The one everybody knew would go on to become one of the greatest and he did. And then there was me. The guy nobody thought would ever amount to anything, the guy who stuck with EAW through thick and thin despite the fact he was marginalized and treated like utter crap. They thought I would never become a champion, but I did. I beat Mister K and became Alternative X Champion. Not long after I introduced the New Breed Championship and WON the National Elite Championship. I became the first man to hold both title simultaneously. We know what happened after. I nearly became the first ever Answers World Champion in 2011. I wasn't prepared to be World Champion back then. I acknowledge it, but I had more heart than anybody did back then. I cared about this place like nobody else did, I considered EAW my home. Why am I reminding you all what I went through? So you can fully comprehend what is on my mind, so you can recognize my fight. Maybe deep down within I do care for this place, I do care for these people and that's why I haven't been a World Champion yet. Maybe just maybe I should be like you Tyler Parker and not give a damn about anyone or anything because let's face it that is the kind of people that succeed these days. Those that care about nothing but themselves. You want to kill me? YOU WANT TO KILL ME?!! GO AHEAD, KILL ME, BECAUSE THAT IS THE ONLY WAY YOU WILL WALK OUT OF THAT ARENA UNSCATHED AND WITH WHAT BELONGS TO ME. LIKE I SAID YOUR THREATS DON'T SCARE ME, THEY DON'T MAKE ME FRET BECAUSE I KNOW YOU WON'T FULFILL THEM. IF I'M AN INSECT THEN SO ARE YOU BECAUSE LIKE IT OR NOT WE HAVE A LOT MORE IN COMMON THAN YOU THINK, SCRAPPY.


You hate that, don't you? You hate to be called Scrappy, you hate it with a passion.Probably just as much as you hate me. That's what I want, that is precisely what I want. I want you to hate me, I want to bring out that side of you and so far I have been successful. I want the fearless and savage Tyler Parker, I want you at your very best because when I beat you I want you to admit that I am superior to you not just in the ring or on the mic, but on every facet of the sport. Oh, I am amused. Your entire promo amused me. You should strongly consider a career in comedy after I end your career in wrestling. Maybe you could serve King Lannister as his jester, that'd be great. Or.. Or maybe you could just stay away as far from EAW as possible. That'd be even better. Here we go again... See what I am talking about? Scrappy has brought up our previous matches again. I know what the aftermath of our encounters were. I know they weren't favorable for me, but like I said before I wasn't aspiring to beat you back then. I wasn't interested in succeeding over you and becoming National Elite Champion again. GET IT THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULL: THINGS ARE DIFFERENT NOW. You don't have to tell yourself that you're going to win this? Then why don't you shut the hell up? Because in every little speech of yours regarding our match at Grand Rampage this Saturday, you have talked about how you're going to win, Scrappy. You say all I do is talk out of my ass, but that's exactly what you've been doing this whole time. I was intending on embarrassing you this Saturday but you already did that for me... If I were you I wouldn't show up to Grand Rampage, I wouldn't. Truthfully, if that belt had any prestige left it just faded away. Go on, keep insulting me, I'll continue to state facts. I'll continue to speak the truth while you continue to humiliate your own self. Did I offend your boyfriend Y2Impact? I'm so sorry, it wasn't my intention. IF Impact had any balls to begin with he wouldn't have sent you to defend him he would be right here right now making me "eat my own shit" like you said. But he doesn't have any balls. It's hilarious how you have to come out here and defend him. Poor Impact can't even defend himself. Keep kissing his ass, that's all you're good for anyway. You know I was expecting more of you, but this has been pretty boring thus far. All you do eat, sleep talk about the same things over and over again using different words and repeat.  I'd have more fun facing El Landerson for the title at this point... that's just how bad you are, Scrappy. And I'm not saying this to try and offend you. Don't get me wrong, no,  I am saying this because it's the absolute truth.


You would have a problem with me beating you regardless because this is personal. You clearly have had something against me since the very first day we met. I'm not afraid to admit I got something against you. As a matter of fact I do. I hate everything you represent, you make me sick to my stomach and I can't wait, I can't wait until we go face to face this Saturday. I can't wait to see your reaction when the bell rings and I am declared the new World Heavyweight Champion. It's going to be a historic night, that's for sure. I got nothing to prove, I have proven myself worthy week after week after week after week. I showed those who swore I didn't have what it takes to take that next step, to represent this company as it's face just how wrong they were.  I know I probably won't ever be regarded as one of the all time greats, I know I probably won't ever enter the Hall Of Fame, but I sure as hell should. I certainly should, Tyler. Not just because I have earned but for the simple fact I am WHO I AM. How is my ego hurt? I don't care about anyone or anything else but me. If I didn't I would admit my ego is hurt, but there's nothing you or anybody else for that matter can do to damage my ego. The only thing that would truly sadden me right now? Is if I allow you to walk out of Grand Rampage in any other way that isn't on a stretcher or a wheel chair. That would be saddening. I can't let you win this, I just can't and I won't. I've come way too far to just allow you to take this golden opportunity from my hands. It doesn't surprise me that you have been watching me. That's what I would do in your shoes, if I was defending my championship against somebody like myself. I just think it's ironic because you say I have no talent, that I am not as deserving of this shot as other elitists on Dynasty are yet you have been watching me closely. That's because you know I pose a threat to your championship, because you know that despite the fact odds aren't in my favor or on my side there is a strong possibility I could finally do what I have been trying to do for months, for years, since the infancy of my career. Why is it I feel like I deserve to be World Heavyweight Champion? Why do you think that is? Why do you think I am entitled to a World Championship? If you've been watching me as closely as you say you have you wouldn't be asking these stupid questions. Obviously, I feel the way I feel because I have every right to. I earned the privilege, the HONOR - pun intended to be World Heavyweight Champion. I'm never going to have a world title?? Think however you want to think. I won't try to refute you anymore. I know I have earned this and a lot of people do too even after what I did. That's all that matters to me. If I believe I can do it, if I believe in my skill and talent that's all I really need to dethrone you. Thing is, I beat Kevin Devastation at his own game. Not everybody can say that, you CAN'T say that. Let's not make this about Frank, TJ or anybody else. Because this is about you and I.  You've disliked for some reason since the day we first met. I don't blame you, but I want to know why that is. I told you why I disliked you. Why don't you tell me, Scrappy? Since we're being honest with each other and all. Wait, is it because you saw something in me you've never seen in anybody before not even yourself? That must be it. Or is it because you can see the future and you envisioned me dethroning you at Grand Rampage? That could be it.  or is it just because I have always been better than you? All the above! I'm going to beat you, I will go on to Pain For Pride and I will make history. Believe...... Haha, you almost fell for it again.